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Title: Association
Pairings: OC x Ruki, Aoi x OC, still... i know bish move XD
Warnings: Bad language, sexual themes, killing -_-
Disclaimer: I want them! but can't have them....... :'(
Summary: People think it’s stupid to keep your Identity a secret from the world and that it only happens in movies.
Comments: Bottom :D


I returned to my presumed home to meet that dick Aoi. He’d bite my ankle if I called him by anything else. The guy doesn’t give a shit about you or your mom so NEVER use it against him. All I know is not to mess with a raven haired, lip pierced, and a guitar playing Jap with an official killing record that the Yakusa is even scared of.
“Soooooooooo…………. Fuck you assmonkeys if you want more get me some food!!!”
“Again with this?!”
“No, I want taco rice now!!” I said with pride suppressing my laughter with a cuffed hand. I need some suppressed laughs released from my funny bone.
I watched the man whisper into the ear of another who screamed at me earlier and gave me a death glare. His attempts to scare me were amusing me. He trudged out and slammed the metal door.
We were at a pause and took advantage of it. I rubbed my sore hands on the unstable table and stared at a thin man sitting on the other side writing in a cheap book about me. I turned my head slightly and saw the person who has been interrogating me for the last 3 hours beside the locked door. I then looked at my hands, and slowly tucked them under the table hunching my back to cover the cameras behind me. Trying not to clunk the metal rings together, like an escape artist I was getting freed with my own nails. It took about half a minute to get the nail in and all I need was one more turn. I knew it was going to make a sound in this silent room and so at the same time I was to do so, I grunted loudly and received a couple glares.
Played it off nicely.
While I was going for the second cuff, this one was harder and as I was struggling to get the next biggest nail to go in the keyhole. I hadn’t realized that my face was contorting in inappropriate ways and giving off a grunt once in a while, totally wasn’t helping my cause out at all. Especially with the arm movements I was doing down to my legs. It was very stuffy in the room so I was sweating down my face; I probably looked like a desperate boy wanting to get a release.
Oh! It’s in!
My concentration was interrupted.
“What are you doing?!” The writer exclaimed in a disgusted manner bringing the attention the other officer and making their way beside me with disapproving eyes. I quickly shot my head up.
I’m fucked!
“I was eh…” I lifted my hands up desperately holding the loose one in place. “Ch-checking the time?” As I tilted my wrist in my pitiful attempt to show them that I had no watch, bracelet, or any other kind of wrist accessory.
I stayed frozen with wide eyes as the metal dangling there swayed back and forth as if to mock me in my fail. I pouted.
Both of the men stood up and sucked there teeth in getting at my back.
“Pretty slick kid, you could have gotten away with it if I didn’t think you were doing a quickie.” He chuckled to himself taking my head and violently pinning it to the cold table as they tugged my arms from behind me.
“Hey, those things weren’t so good now were they?” I tried to make the situation better than what it was to be.
“Shut up.” I cocked a brow and smiled. I had gotten to them, surprised them, and fucked up my files. What I just did, showed them that I had more to offer than just a ‘wrong place wrong time’ crime. They need REAL experts on my case. Finally.
I could feel the warm liquid run my face and licked it. I was hungry.
They removed my restrictions and placed on a pair of new ones behind me. They let me go and resumed their positions.
“Hey, out curiosity. You thought I was doing a quickie? Wait did the security guard tell you what happened in the bath room?! That was him! Horny bastard...” I heard footsteps near the door and looked up to it smiling.

The third bulky man walked in with a little plastic plate and presented it to me…
I think stared at it for exactly 6 minutes until I decided I’d rather die of starvation, than eat what looked like a bird had threw up, gave to its babies, ate it again, and pooped it out for bugs to do the same.
“Just eat it.”
“You wanted food, now eat and hurry up I already thought you were mental for staring at it for that long.”
“You’re getting on my nerves kid!”
“No, your cook sucks! I asked for something cooked and not mashed together! WHERE’S MAH COOKIE?!” I turned my head and pouted.
“Sorry, I ate your cookie. And if you’re not going to eat it I’m throwing it away!” He got up and grabbed the plate to take it to the trash can. I glared at him for the first sarcastic phrase. Don’t fuck with me…
I contemplated and played stupid boy.
“Go ahead.”
“I feel sorry for you; your stubbornness is going to get you nowhere.” He threw it in and walked back to the table.
“I feel sorry for the trash can.” The guy snapped his fingers in my face and startled me. Oh hell no!
“Hey! Back to topic; tell us more about your friend. What’s his real name?”
I sighed. This guy was giving me a headache.
“I would if I could. All I’m saying is that you should be as much afraid of him as I am.” I wasn’t kidding. People think it’s stupid to keep your Identity a secret from the world and that it only happens in movies. And that’s what I feel right now. My life is being tormented every day with the thought of never going home. To feel the warmth of the people I grew up with. My fate being decided and bossed around like an office assistant scared to blink and cause mistakes that would be nothing to a normal person. But then again a normal person never lived through the shit I did.
This is taking forever…
Their desperation was respectable and I at least had to honor that. Asking all the easy questions would set in for the reveling ones. Good thing Aoi taught me how to play people.

so this was a bit longer and i think i had some mistakes so don't bish to me about it... jk you can if you want. ;D  oi, my tummy hurts and and i happened to have some ounce of inspiration for this so be happy!
Comments are the keys to my hand cuffs X3


Title: Association
Author: chibichinko
Pairings: OC x Ruki, Aoi x OC, for now
Warnings: bad language, sexual themes, killing. you know, all the good stuff ;D
Disclaimer: They will never be mine!
Summary:The time of reckoning will soon come to these bothered men and I will not hesitated to be the one pointing the gun.
Comments: Bottom :)


Chapter 1:

My name is Ruki. Or at least that’s what Mr. Blue-Sama told me to lie about. Don’t worry I’ll talk but don’t tell him I did, k? Starting with the-…. You know what; I’ll tell you what I thought as all this shit was going on.
I’m a never recomposing nobody’s soul in the lost lustful drunken state of what you would call a mind to think about all the supposable sane things in this perfect society!
The uniformed men stared at me with a confused look that caused me to think of- of-… forget it.
“Tripping you out huh?” A sly grin grew on my face.
“We don’t have time for Shakespeare, ok kid? Either you cooperate with us or rot in a cell with men that wouldn’t be as patient.” He scolded me like a child that munched on cookies from the jar without permission.
“Aw, but I want a cookie!!” I mumbled. This confused them even more.
My mind was being at its random today and felt like challenging law officers. It amused me and let out some well deserved chuckles that left my breath begging for air.
“Don’t think you can get away from this by pleading fucking insanity, boy! Your first mistake was talking shit to my fellow armed officers. Now, enough with this game of yours and cough it up. It’s not going to change your fate.” A dog shit ugly officer yelled in my face. I could smell his breath and knew… it was just like how I described his face.
I cringed and accepted defeat. Let’s see how far I could go without them catching on to my lies.
“Fine, I’ll tell you!” I sighed raising my arms dramatically and slouching in the uncomfortable chair.
Back to my confession…
I actually believed that fucker for a second or…3 weeks. Hey again, I was for myself to actually keep on living for a month more. It’s funny that I would have considered whoring myself for a hope I knew wouldn’t happen.
The depressing part about this is that I felt bad afterward, but I was getting paid. The desperation of caring for me was an immature adult on the run. I was being stupid and gave the guy my real name and address. He was nice, dumb, and my type. I was guilty for leading him on and breaking his heart. My distraction of love came to a price. I was hurt.
Aoi was getting on my case and said I had to get rid of him. When I protested I was slapped. And wasn’t aloud to come back until he was dead or he would kill us both. I could have just left my job right then and there and move on somewhere with my ‘target’.
I still kept the knife I used. He must have had training too. It was pretty hard taking him down and then the blow. I was a mindless, soulless killer with no emotions. But I wasn’t heartless. I admit I cried for hours and thought about taking my own life in my grief. This life long mission wasn’t over and I still had to confirm it.
As the saying goes, the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.
It was irresistible.
I had to give the “what happened?” act and some “that’s horrible!” sweet face talks.
But I wanted to do the exact opposite, to run. I hated myself. I tried to run from the pain but every corner I turned I saw it. I imagined him lying there and his perfect face stained with a red hue. Motionless.
I tried several attempts at my life.
Oh crap.
I already told you that, So I guess you first impression of me is that I'm a suicidal. Yeah but just don’t make me cry after I make this confession.
But I realized that if I were to leave then I would have had failed. Aoi was my mentor and boss and threatens me all the time, but he’s all I’ve got. And- uh…
"Hey, I’m hungry" I hunched over my waist and made a fake pained expression.
"You need to continue with this story and hurry up."
A disapproving frown appeared on my face. “but you caught me on an empty stomach, I’m not being difficult and don’t give me any of that ‘I’m lying’ shit I’m just gonna pass out."
"Just continue, you can eat in prison"
“Listen, I was thinking more along the lines of a McDonald’s maybe a hamburger. Oh! Make that a cheeseburger and a medium fries with a small drink cause you stupid assholes won’t let me take a piss without a security guard peeping over my shoulder! Plus I think Americans have it easy you know? ”
“What happened to the cookie?” I sensed the sarcasm and rolled my fake colored irises.
The time of reckoning will soon come to these bothered men and I will not hesitated to be the one pointing the gun.

Ehhhhhhhh....... this was sooooooooo short DX but i promise for a longer chapter next. if your still with me on this. thank you!! :D
comments are the chips to my cookie :3


Title: Association
parings: OC X Ruki, Aoi X OC
Warnings:naughty language for now
Disclaimer: i can't own them... but i own the story!
Summary: "Do you feel that whatever you did wrong you just want to end it?"
Comments: bottom :D


“Wait, I need to talk to you! It was my fault! All of it… I’m sorry! I ruined your life just like I did on the first goddamned day.” I felt the heated liquid from my eyes drip on the coffee colored carpet of the apartment. I whimpered like a pathetic toddler who fell off the 2 foot high swing. I want this over. I can’t take it. Burning by waiting. The pain of dread inclosing in me. Having the walls chase me into my own cradled ball. My shadow leaving my side for another…
I felt vibrations of thumped footsteps quietly ambled past me having the wind tingle against my skin.
He stopped at the door and turned to me with a spineless glance. My breathing hitched. I never felt more terrified in my living existence before my... best friend.
“Takanori...” Don’t say it... I trembled viciously not wanting to hear the stabbing words as I let my head hang downwards. I knew it already. My worst fear happened. He disowned me.
“It was your fault. Don’t ever talk to me again. You lied to me. Your ugly face is pathetic to even glace at. I won’t care what you do after this so cry, cut, and choke yourself for my pain. Ok?”
He slammed the door that left a chilly echo of loneliness. It sunk in. I wanted to die by murder, rape, suicide. Any way is amazing for me right now.
My knees hit the floor with a hard thud.
How weak I must looked, spending hours focusing on just my respiratory system functionality on the dirty floor. There’s no point trying to.
A thick silence had taken over me and I closed my eyes.
I didn’t fall asleep. When I opened my eyes, it was all black. Everything and myself cloaked in the never ending black hole called my apartment. This is fucked up. The coldness of this box was too much. I got up and limped to the door because my legs fell asleep on me. And for some reason, I felt like going to the park. So I did.
I sat on the swings contemplating what happened. It wasn’t real. Pain couldn’t hurt me inside as much as it did outside.
Could it?
I’m starting to believe.
I suddenly felt a clothed hand on my mouth. As breathing became difficult I felt that this was supposed to happen. I struggled to get the intrusion off but the unknown person was stronger than me. I whimpered and gave up. I relaxed in the firm grip.
I heard a soft whisper in my right ear.
“I would have at least thought someone like you would put up a better fight. By the way, you got any electronics on you? Any money? Eh? Respond! I’m robbing you punk. Hey kid! Eh?” I didn’t want to talk. I’ll just let this happen. I started seeing the white spots in my vision and got light headed. Maybe starving myself all day was a good idea after all. I was going limp in the firm hands.
“Hey kid, what are you doing out here anyway? It’s like… 3 in the morning.” He moved the hand from my mouth but I still didn’t say anything. He let go of me all the way and walked in front of me. I could make out his features; he had black hair, a lip piercing and a killer eye. He was tall and strong so it was very intimidating to me. The raven bent down getting eye to eye. He just…stared at me and I looked down uncomfortable.
“If I didn’t know any better… I’d think you were somehow going to kill yourself.” My eyes widened.
“You seem to be really sad, depressed, and sick… Can I ask something?” I looked at him puzzled.
Is this guy serious? You were just going to mug me and now you’re my therapist? What the fuck?
I hesitated.
“G-go ahead.” It came out strained. My throat was sore from all the crying I did earlier. I was broken. And this stranger asking me mental questions weren’t going to fix it.
He smirked and it confused me.
“Do you feel that whatever you did wrong you just want to end it? Don’t answer yet. Or that what you feel was wrong you have this uncontrollable desire to exterminate the problem? You’re thinking no right now but as you put deep thought into your situation…Boom!” he made a hand gun to my face and for some reason I had a feeling of overwhelming realization for the first time. “Right? Am I right? I’ve seen a person like you before and, I regret that I couldn’t help that poor soul.” He clutched his chest as a jester to his not-so-deep words.
What’s this guy getting at?
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“As I expected, you still don’t trust me…” He got up and turned his back to me. I noticed that as he slowly walked away, he muttered low walking from side to side. Almost like he was a wasted guy thrown out of a bar to wonder around aimlessly and wake up in an alley. I started to go with my assumption. This guy was just saying bull shit to me.
But why?
“Why do you even care?” I bit my lip. Maybe it was too soon for being a brat.
“I want you to be my trainee. Without all this drama shit in your life, actually have a will for living. Don’t you agree life is a piece of shit? I’m offering my dedication for having you, being the best under my surveillance. You’ll be feared, intimidating, and stealthy in the wonderful world of the ASSOCIATION. You’re perfect for it. And if you don’t accept…termination is a welcomed sentence in this field of duty. Nobody will give a shit about you after that. So, do you decline my offer?”
I was speechless. What in the fucking world is this man talking about? What the hell is the ‘Association’? What training and why? I had too many questions and in my state, it was overwhelming me. Does this mean… I have no choice anymore? I have one answer and that’s the one I didn’t want when this lecture started. Will this guy really kill me if I refuse? There was just one more question I need to know…
“What’s your name?” my heart started to speed up and I didn’t know why. With this one little question, I could be already deciding my fait? It’s too late.
“If I tell, your answer has to be yes.” It was stern and clear.
I understand now.
I lifted my body from the swing and stood if front of him. My confidence returned. No going back. Is this what I really want? Of course not, but I can’t go back to my ruined life right now.
“My name is Takanori Mastumoto.” I lifted my hand up. This is it. This is my contract. My dedication. My new life. I understand everything. The only thing in the way was a simple name…
“I’m Aoi. Welcome to the Association.”

So this is my first story/entry. sorry if i had any mistakes :/ if i sound boring or tired right thats cus i am. lol anyways i hope whatever viewers i get, enjoy and tell me if you want more kay?
comments are bullets to my gun :3



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