[log] Kamio, Oshitari, Saeki

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Date: 08.08.2006 (Later tonight)
Rating: R // violence
Summary: He'd told them when he was going to be back, and he never showed up. Thus, Kamio and Saeki go hunting for their errant boyfriend.



Kamio crouched down in the shadows near the back fence, still save for the brush of his fingers over a thick, white fur coat. He counted off the slow, steady intake and exhale of his tiger-formed lover's breaths, timing his own with them and focusing only on the house just a few meters from him.

The redhead frowned; he'd only half-heartedly paid attention to the one time their blue-haired lover had detailed the security at his parents' manor, and now, he dearly regretted it. But Oshitari hadn't come back from his visit with them, nor contacted them to say he was staying longer than intended. That had set off alarms in both his and Saeki's minds, sent the two of them in scramble to recall what their lover had said about his childhood home. It was close to sunset, the sky still light enough that the baying hounds to still be locked up in their kennel.

Standing and keeping his lean body pressed to the fence, the redhead's eyes darted around, searching for movement. They were inside at least, a low hung tree branch providing Saeki the launch spot he'd needed to propel him and the lighter redhead who had clung to his back over the high fence itself.

The security inside the estate was light. A handful of guards patrolled the perimeter, and those he and the tiger next to him could easily evade. The dogs, if Kamio remembered correctly, wouldn't be released until dark.

They had plenty of time then.

Saeki caught the beasts' scent, and Kamio stayed low as he trailed after his boyfriend's feline form. The kennel was near a garage towards the back of the estate, not far from where they had landed. The Dobermans went wild the moment they neared, snarling and yapping loudly, jumping on one another. Their teeth gnashed at the heavy chain link, but for all their show, they were harmless so long as they were in their cage. And they were going to stay there. At least until the two had located their errant love. While Saeki kept watch for any guards that might investigate the ruckus the mutts were creating, Kamio knelt down at the front gate of the kennel. The lock was automatic, set on a timer so that the humans didn't have to deal with the dangerous beasts themselves. It took the redhead mere seconds to pull his lock picking kit from the inside pocket of his mission jacket and snip the wires, then jam the lock itself for good measure.

Satisfied, he stood and nodded sharply in Saeki's direction, then towards the main house.

Slinking along in Kamio's wake, padded feet on soft grass, Saeki followed the redhead as they skirted the back of the mansion, ever alert for signs that someone might be approaching. It was hard to hear much else over the noise the dogs were creating, but his sense of smell and his eyesight reassured him they weren't in danger of discovery yet.

Oshitari's house--no, mansion, it was far too big to be reasonably called a house--was large and imposing, and unfortunately, even the approach to the back of the house was completely devoid of cover. Heck, most of the grounds were grass and open space; it was as if the Oshitaris had their own private park.

Looking around further, a line of trees dotted the lush park, and seemed to lead to what Saeki presumed would be the back entrance, and so he set off that way with Kamio, the redhead speeding from tree to tree, Saeki silently keeping himself in the bushes. Ah, the joys of natural camouflage. It would have been nice to see what the foyer was like, Saeki thought, but that was for another day.

In point position, Kamio motioned to Saeki. Joining him, Saeki could see the back entrance, and the cameras mounted on top. That might be a problem, Saeki thought, a low growl in his throat that was quickly hushed by Kamio's hand on his nose as the redhead pointed to another door, set to the side, much too plain for anyone actually living in the mansion. No cameras, no guards ... nothing, just a door in the wall. It was just out of watching range of the CCTV, too. My, my, Lady Luck was smiling on them tonight, Saeki thought as he bared his teeth in a feral grin and nodded.

Keeping watch for any inconvenient patrols while Kamio picked the lock, Saeki's tail swished slowly, brushing against the other's back. He counted off seconds in his mind, and it was nearing thirty tail-flicks when the soft click signaled that the door was now open.

Inside, they crept silently past various doors and passages, carpeted, non-carpeted, tiled (which vexed Saeki as he had to be careful lest his claws clicked loudly on tile floor). Carefully dodging security cameras, skirting past open doors, Saeki led the way, hunting now. Food scents, perfume scents, dust that tickled his nose and made him freeze lest he sneeze ... and then, in the middle of the house, near the main staircase, a whiff of his missing lover's scent.

Going up the main stairs would be suicidal--it was in plain sight of the guards, and even if Kira was fast enough not to be noticed, Saeki certainly wasn't, and a white tiger stood out too much surrounded by tapestries and mahogany and portraits. He padded away silently--there would be other stairs, more out of the way.

Indeed, there was one, and to their benefit, traffic was low. Hiding silently in the shadows, Saeki listened, finally giving the all-clear, going up behind the speedy redhead, meeting again at the top. Luck again--Oshitari's scent was stronger here, and getting stronger still as the hallway stretched to the left. The floor was carpeted, both blessing and bane--approaching guards would be much harder to hear, even if it masked their approach as well. But the double doors at the end of the hallway beckoned with the scent of their lover, and they were soon standing before it. An exchanged look, and Saeki tensed as Kamio opened the doors.

Kamio stashed his lock picks as the tiger slipped into the house ahead of him, falling quickly in line behind the whiffing form as the other tested the air for their lover's scent. The house was opulent, a maze of grand rooms and posh furniture -- none of which held the redhead's attention for more than a brief moment. Instead he kept his head moving, his pace as slow as he could bear behind the tiger and his eyes catch the vague outlines of forms.

As Saeki backtracked from the main stairwell, then up to the next floor, Kamio stayed close to him, eyes straying to his lover's as they approached a heavy set of double of doors.

Kamio took point again, motioning the tiger back as he stood to the side and grasped the handle. It turned easily, the door swung open and for the first time in a couple of days, Kamio caught sight of their blue-haired lover. The redhead's eyes narrowed immediately at the sight of Oshitari, slumped and listless.

There was a moment of silence as Oshitari Yuuto looked up from the document he was reading. Seated beside his desk, in a large plush chair, sat his son, eyes open and unseeing, his pupils hugely dilated. Standing nearby was a burly looking orderly, a table filled with small glass bottles, syringes, cotton swabs and a clear pitcher of water.

"How did you get in here? Who are y--what is that?" Oshitari-san stood as the strange redhead entered, a lethal looking white tiger walking beside him. The document in his hand, a statement dictating rules and stipulations Yuushi would have to live by legally as soon as he had his drugged son sign it, fluttered back down to the desk as his hand moved cautiously down to the panic button under the mahogany desk, intent on alerting the bodyguards. "Get out of here this instant", he ordered imperiously, looking down his bureaucratic nose at the intruders, only a tiny bead of nervous perspiration sliding down from his graying temples belying his tone.

In his chair, Yuushi's head lolled slowly towards the sound of his father's voice, his eyelids heavy and unmoving.

A quick glance around the room, as Saeki stalked in beside Kamio, and the tiger confirmed that at the moment, the room only contained himself and his lovers, Oshitari-san, and the orderly. His eyes narrowed as he took in the medical equipment and the various drugs on the table. What had they done to Yuushi?

Saeki snarled at Oshitari-san, baring great white fangs, sharp and gleaming. "We're here for Yuushi," he growled, tense and ready to pounce if needed. His claws lengthened, digging into plush carpet, and Saeki allowed himself to scrape the carpet a little, shredding it just a teensy little bit. Oh, he'd love to draw the blood of that pompous bastard who was somehow related purely by accident to Yuushi. But their priority right now wasn't to fight, it was to save their lover. As Oshitari Yuuto stood and looked down his nose at them, Saeki grinned, fully aware of how the grin displayed perfectly dangerous-looking tiger fangs. "We'll leave, but we're taking him with us. Now."

Kamio had as little interest in negotiating with the black-haired man behind the desk, his gaze flicking back and forth between the three men in the study rapidly. The orderly would be easy to deal with, muscle or no, and their lover's father had coward written all over him. So much so that the human's movements, slow in comparison to his own, and so easy to read, didn't go unnoticed.

"Fuck. Babe, get the orderly." The words came out in a haste as he moved.

Kamio was across the room before his finger hit the button. He jerked the man's hand out from under the desk, his grip like a vice on the man's wrist. Twisting it hard, Kamio watched the man's dark eyes bulge in their sockets, his own lips twisted in a snarl. "The hell do you think you're doing, asshole?"

Not that the man had a chance to respond. Kamio's other hand pressed against the top of his forearm, and he jerked hard once again; the bone gave a sickening crack, and the man screamed. The redhead was unperturbed, dropping the busted limb quickly and spinning around to deliver a hard kick to the man's face.

Oshitari Yuuto fell silent, blood dribbling freely from his nose and his head lulled against the back of his leather executive chair. "Bastard," the redhead spat, turning his attention to the more pressing matter of the lumbering orderly and his two lovers.

The orderly grabbed a syringe--the closest weapon-like equipment on hand, apparently--but Saeki snarled, full-throated, and the man dropped it, then cursed. Not giving him a chance to bend down, Saeki pounced, going straight for the jugular. The orderly brought up his hand to instinctively guard against the attack of a full-grown Siberian, but that merely meant Saeki sunk teeth into arm muscle instead of throat. Ah, arm muscle. Saeki tasted blood in his mouth, and heard Oshitari Yuuto scream, and he was glad for being able to vent his frustration at Yuushi's helplessness. At times like this, Saeki thought with a grin as he mauled the orderly on Yuushi's behalf, claws digging into human flesh, he was reminded of why he loved Kamio.

Finally leaving the rather-injured orderly (he'd need a few orderlies of his own, Saeki thought, and snickered) bleeding on the carpet, Saeki turned towards Kamio, and noted Oshitari Yuuto's condition. "You were too soft on him, Red," he grumbled, even as he checked on Yuushi. Padding up, he nuzzled against the other's arm and thigh. "Blue ... Yuushi ... say something, luv."

Oshitari's eyes didn't even flicker in recognition, but his head dragged back to the left with excruciating slowness. His drugged eyes wandered, too far over to see the tiger rubbing at him, unfocused and distant. He was too far gone under the mind-numbing drugs, only responding to sounds around him by moving his head towards them. It had taken an interesting combination to both calm him down and keep him under control; the orderly hadn't been sure whether they would wear off in a few hours or a full day, so had taken Oshitari-san's suggestion at staying near to the young man at all times, just in case. Fresh needle marks could be seen up his arm, scattered like a dozen wasp stings from his treatment; he was otherwise impeccably groomed and dressed, the length of his hair recently cut back down to the back of his neck.

Kamio slipped around the desk, grinning down at the bloody mess that was the orderly. The bastard deserved that, in his mind, and probably worse. "Know I did, babe," he answered, stopping short of their lover's other side. "Not going to take the time to deal with him right now."

The redhead knelt, hand reaching out to caress Oshitari's chin, and gave his lover a little shake. "Babe…Yuu?" he murmured, guiding the other mutant's face to meet his own gaze. The eyes that stared back at him were dull, listless. "Fuck. He's messed up on something," the redhead hissed, looking from the blank expression their lover wore to the shortened fall of his blue-hair, to the track marks on his arms.

"Fucking bastards." The words were growled, and if Kamio had thought they had the time before the elder Oshitari's scream brought someone to the room, he might have gone back and finished what he'd started. The man didn't deserve to live…not after doing this to their Yuushi. "Kou. Babe, he's not going to be able to walk."

The redhead raised himself from the floor and glanced around, circled back to the elder Oshitari and started to tug the man's tie and belt from his limp body. "Think you can carry him if I tie to you, babe?" he asked.

"Bastard is too complimentary a term for this scum," Saeki growled, ready to tear out the orderly's heart and then go for the elder Oshitari's. He hadn't done enough damage, judging from the needle marks that ran along their lover's arms. "As long as we don't have to stop for a few minutes," Saeki said, wondering how well he might be able to maneuver their blue-haired lover onto him before realizing moving the chair and tipping Yuushi onto his back might be the fastest way. "Once we're clear, it'd probably be easier to carry him in human form." He could handle it better if he didn't have to worry about balancing Yuushi and could just hold him. And if they were quick, they'd be gone and clear very soon.

Letting Kamio do whatever it was he was doing, Saeki put paws on the chair and pushed, but the thing stayed, unable to move very far against the carpeted floor, sunken as it was with both its own weight and Yuushi's. Well, if the mountain couldn't come to Mohammad, Mohammad would come to the mountain. The desk proved more mobile, and it wasn't that hard for a tiger to shift it aside by pushing against its legs. There'd be plenty of room for them to work now, without adding any more unintentional bruises to their lover.

"Yuushi, stay with us," Saeki said, a trace of worry in his tiger-voice now. He really didn't like how sluggish Oshitari was. Coming back to him, Saeki raised himself up, looking into Yuushi's eyes for himself, then cursing and snarling softly. It was far too obvious that Yuushi was under the influence of drugs, but what drugs, and how much of each? "Want to take back some samples, Red?"

Kamio was done now, and at his side. Working together, they managed to get Yuushi onto Saeki's back. "Faster, luv," Saeki said, ears pricking up. He could hear footsteps, and voices, and they were coming this way. "We're expecting company soon."

"I'll grab 'em," Kamio said offhandedly, circling the desk again with the tie and belt in hand. Dropping them to the ground, the redhead nodded an acknowledgement to the tiger. "Just let me get him strapped onto you, babe," he murmured.

It was awkward, getting the limp but larger form of his one lover off the chair without causing him more damage, then resting him across the tiger's back. Kamio managed as quickly as he could, blue eyes darting to the door and more than aware of the bugnucks tucked away in the pockets of his mission jacket. They were wrapped in heavy leather, of course; no sense cutting his own stomach open on them. But he could strip the blades and get them on in less time than it took most men to aim a gun, let alone fire a bullet.

He'd trained himself to do just that.

Finally, the redhead had his lover positioned, and he wrapped the tie around the blue-haired mutant's wrists, catching them behind the tiger's front legs. The belt he used to secure Oshitari's torso; wrapped around his waist and the tiger's middle, it held the barely lucid teen firmly.

"I can't do much about his legs," Kamio confessed, standing. The errant limbs were lax, trailing off either side of the tiger. Then the redhead turned his attention to the tray of bottles and needles, grabbing the bottles and shoving them into the interior pocket of his jacket. He was about to turn and tell the other the they were ready when the footsteps that his tigerish lover had heard rounded the corner. The two guards shouted in alarm, their guns raised and trained on both the tiger and the redhead.

"Fucking hell," Kamio snarled. "Babe, worry about Yuushi." Then he was moving, arms a blur as he cut sideways across the room, pulling out and unwrapping the bugnucks. They were on his hands before he reached the first man, and the punch he threw at the man's stomach didn’t just steal his breath. It drew blood.

His first victim cried out, the gun falling to the floor, and dropped, clutching his middle. The second fired at a shot at him, but only hit empty air. He didn't last much longer than that, a deep swipe across his face sending the human to the ground. "Kou! Move!" Kamio ordered. "Take the front stairs!"

There was no point in being subtle now.

Even if Oshitari's legs trailed off to both sides, there wasn't much either of them could do. They were out of time. He'd apologize later for whatever scratches or other injuries Oshitari suffered on them, Saeki thought, shaking himself to settle Oshitari and make sure he wouldn't fall.

When the men arrived, Kamio didn't have to tell Saeki twice. "Be careful," Saeki growled. A crouch, and power tiger legs sprang, pushing himself off and past the redhead. It wasn't as if Kamio couldn't catch up. "See you at the bottom, luv."

There was no point trying for subtlety right now. Saeki headed for the front stairs, snarling at an errant maid who screamed, dropped the tray she was carrying, and ran from the Siberian with her young master strapped to its back. In the distance, he could hear more shouts, some of them surprised, some confused. Most were confused right now, and Saeki hoped they would stay that way long enough to let them escape.

They'd get out safely together. They would, or he'd come back and maul every last one of them to save Kamio, too.

Bounding down the stairs now, Oshitari shifted a little on Saeki's back, but didn't budge. That was a relief; if the young man slid off the tiger's back, Kamio would have too much to worry about. Saeki snarled to warn whoever was downstairs to get out of his way. If anyone got in his way, well ... not everyone survived a run-in with a tiger, and Saeki was wiling to lay bets that very few would survive a very angry full-grown Siberian. He hoped Kamio would get to the door soon, though. If the door was locked, tiger paws would slow him down unacceptably.

The two men weren't dead, and Kamio wasn't compelled to take the time to kill them. This wasn't a mission, per se, though he'd probably have to let Sakaki know something. Later.

He'd think about it later, when they were clear.

Kamio left the two injured guards on the floor, a flash of red and black down the hall as he took off after the tiger. He could hear the shrieks, the confused shouts. Speeding down the stairs, the redhead cut past his lovers and towards the front door, pausing only long enough to take out another man before swinging the heavy slab open. There was a small foyer, another guard trying to get out his gun, but the redhead was too fast for him.

The man was down by the time the tiger had gotten into the entry. Kamio slammed the door behind Saeki and opened the front door, letting the Siberian out first. The front of the estate was much like the back, park-like and green, a closely clipped lawn of grass edged by hedges. There was a semicircle drive leading to and from the iron gates of the main entry, and these were just slowly parting. Kamio caught sight of the silver Benz just beyond, the vehicle slowly pulling to the ajar opening.

The redhead smirked.

Damn, the was going to be easy.

Off in the distance, he heard the dogs barking more -- louder and closer. They must have gotten the lock unjammed, and the cries of men followed. "Babe, I'm hitting the car," Kamio murmured, pausing only long enough to crouched down next to the tiger and scratch him behind the ears. The he pushed off, full speed rendering everything around him a greenish-grey blur in the fading light. The car had stopped and was backing up, trying to get out of the way of the closing gate doors as Kamio neared it, but it was too slow. The redhead skidded to a halt and, swiped the nearest tire with his bugnucks; it popped loudly, the sound followed by another as Kamio took out the nearest back tire as well, then circled around the car to take out the remaining two. The man behind the wheel was yelling but Kamio made no point to listen to him as the gates came to halt, the car jutting into their path so that they couldn't close with out crushing it.

"Babe!" the redhead called, swinging around to look for the tiger.

Saeki vaguely remembered passing through the foyer, but there was no time to glance around or anything like that. A pity, really, he would have liked to see how the rich spent their money trying to impress other rich men, but his lovers were more important and worth mansions full of foyers. As Kamio dashed past them in a blur, Saeki followed, trusting the redhead to clear the way.

Slipping out through the doors Kamio opened, Saeki allowed himself to lope at full speed, ever aware of Oshitari on his back. A silver Benz near the end of the driveway, and then a blur of black and red as Kamio circled it and popped tires; dogs and men, barking, shouting, but Saeki knew they were too far behind to do anything now. "Thanks, luv," he said, leaping onto the car, taking another large leap off it to land outside.

Home free.

Saeki set off, putting some distance between him and the estate, confident Kamio was on his heels.

The constant jarring of being along for the ride on a speeding tiger gradually broke through Oshitari's mindless state. By the time his lovers had put enough distance between themselves and his parent's home, he was sliding off of Saeki's back a bit, the tie and belt around the both of them loosened slightly in the race to get away. He felt fingers brush his hair, and voices rise and fall above and below him. He couldn't understand the words yet, but his mind was slowly coming back under his control. He clawed through the fogginess and nothingness...the numbness. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes close, reopened, focused. He was becoming aware of his feet dragging along the ground, of his hands bound at the wrist, and the feel of soft, warm fur covering half of his body.

Koujirou.

Now it was coming back to him, faster and faster, swifter than he would have wanted it. The hand in his hair was Akira's, he remembered the feel of those slender fingers. The body beneath his was Koujirou's, in his feline form.

And something was still horribly, horribly wrong.

He heard his name, Akira leaning over him with a relieved but concerned expression. He watched as his redheaded lover brought a hand down to his face, brushing something away...tears. Oshitari barely felt the wetness on his own cheeks, but he was now aware of the despair that had triggered it.

It was gone. That ever present mass of energy in his mind, that he'd felt constantly since his power had first emerged...it was absent. Like an amputation, he could feel the vast emptiness, the glaring hole where it should have been. He wanted to claw at his head, into his head...fill it with something. No use. He felt horrifically disfigured, all that he was experiencing in his wake evident on his quickly crumbling face.

He remembered it all now. The strong hands grabbing him, slamming needles into him as his parents watched. Feeling his powers drain out of him, terrifying him to the extent that he'd screamed and thrashed wildly, until his throat felt like it was bleeding and they rushed to sedate him. And then all afterwards was blankness, nothingness.

Too weak to lift his own head, he looked tearfully to Kamio, broken and confused. His voice was hoarse and gravelly, and so low that Kamio had to crouch down to hear him.

"They...stole...my...power...I am cured..." He wanted to die, to sleep, to do anything but know what he was now...nothing. He didn't sob, but weakly turned his face away from Kamio into Saeki's fur. The tears ran steadily down his face, matting the soft white fur of his mutant lover beneath it.