| Fan Fiction |
by DBSKAngel
“YOU ASSHOLE!!” Hiro screamed in rage, coughing and scrambling off the soaked bed.
Hiro was slammed into a wall by his throat, causing him to groan as his sore shoulder pressed hard against the unyielding wall.
“I told you to be on time, puppy. We are not playing games here! You belong to Seven now and he has nothing but the best. If you don’t shape up to standards you are going to be dog food, understand pup!?”
Hiro could only make a gagging sound seeming as Tenshi hand him by the throat. Tenshi made a noise of disgust and released him. Hiro curled up into a ball against the wall coughing and gagging.
“Be outside in five mins.”
Hiro watched Tenshi storm out and messaged his neck before fishing through his duffle bag and popped a pill in his mouth to keep him going for a few hours. He tried not the shoot up often using pills to keep the edge down or up depending on the need.
Hiro scrambled into some dry clothes and practically flew to the courtyard to find Tenshi sitting on the ground mediating. Not knowing what to do nor if he should say something, he stood and stared at Tenshi and waited and waited and waited until finally Hiro was so twitchy he was going to scream.
“Hey egghead we going to train or what?!”
“Puppy sit down. You need to learn patience.”
Hiro cursed silently, he should have taken a ‘down’ pill not an ‘up’ pill. No way in the world he was going to be able to sit still now. Hiro sat down anyways and tried super hard not to move.
Tenshi continued with his mediation while Hiro began to rock in place, trying super hard to come back to earth. Finally Hiro bolted to his feet and started to pace.
Tenshi opened an eye and studied the hyper active kid before getting up and walking towards him, “ok puppy attack me then if you’re so riled up.”
He did. After about 20 mins of fighting, Hiro was panting, sweat making his tattoo burn like hell.
“Not bad puppy, not bad, but you think too much. You need to react more. We’re stopping here. You’re going with the boss and meet a few people. Get cleaned up, boss said to dress in something intimidating.”
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Hiro entered Seven’s office dressed in loose navy blue/black jeans, with heavy studded boots, a simple crimson t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes were lined with black kohl making his eyes look dark and menacing, his ragged choppy hair had been left alone looking rugged around his face.
Seven arched an eyebrow at Hiro who merely shrugged. Seven handed him a cross chest gun holstered already set with two guns. Hiro removed the jacket and slipped the holster on before slipping into his jacket again.
“Tattoo looks good on your skin,” Seven murmured having walked behind him and tugged on his shirt before he put the holster on to look at it, “I have a few debts to collect today, I need you to get my point across.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy. Come on puppy.”
Hiro tried hard not to growl at the new nickname he was apparently stuck with, and he couldn’t help but noticed Seven’s amused expression, obviously he noticed that Hiro wasn’t too happy about the pet name.
He climbed into the back of the small black sedan with Seven, and Seven passed him some papers. Hiro blinked and looked them over. He swallowed hard; on the list were A and B-list yakuza bosses that the police would die to get their hands on, unfortunately they had too much influence in the government.
“Think you can handle it Puppy?”
“Ya, I can boss.”
“Master.”
“Sir?”
“It’s master, I own you, remember that puppy.”
“….”
Seven threw his head back and laughed, Hiro couldn’t help but notice how attractive Seven was. He must have women all over him. Hiro thought about Yoochun for a moment before mentally shaking the thought from his head.
“I will have fun breaking you puppy,” Seven said, caressing Hiro’s bruised cheek, “I am going to teach you obedience, my wolf pup. I will have you come to heel by my side like a well trained dog, you’ll see.”
Hiro looked at him warily making Seven laughed, “not completely like a dog but pretty close, I will make a few improvements on dog trainings methods with you. The first command will be to call me master at all times. Do you understand puppy?”
Hiro glared at Seven but replied, “Yes……master.”
Seven’s eyes glimmered with amusement and malice, “You were delayed Puppy, I wouldn’t have punished you since it’s your first time but you also had attitude. I have to break you of that.”
Hiro blinked at him, waiting for whatever the punishment would be. Seven snaked his hand over his shoulder and pressed his fingers hard into the freshly made tattoo. Hiro gasped and bit his lower lip against the pain radiating through his shoulder and down his arm, making it go numb.
“That’s just a taste puppy, just a taste,” Seven murmured in his ear.
Hiro merely nodded, unable to speak as his arm and shoulder started to pulse, he couldn’t believe just how much that hurt, its seemed almost impossible.
“Oh, we’re here. Get your game face on puppy, you’re going to need it,” Seven climbed out of the car, leaving Hiro to scramble out after him.
He quickly put his mask on, his face expressionless, his dark eyes cold as he took in his surroundings. It was a modern house, two floors with large grounds and a concrete wall protecting it. Their car was parked before its double doors, which opened to reveal a short pudgy man with beady eyes in a black designer suit.
“This way Mr. Seven,” the man said and escorted Seven and Hiro into the house.
They were taken to a circular study, where in the middle stood a desk with an elder and thin man sat. He stood immediately and much to Hiro’s surprised hugged Seven in a fatherly manner.
“Seven, my old friend! How are you!? Good good! Who is this with you? A new toy?” the man said in a rush.
“Yes. It seems I am now in the dog training business. This wolf pup is already a hand full.”
“I can see that, who gave him the make-over you or Tenshi?”
“That would be Tenshi’s handy work.”
“Kid finally got to him huh?”
“I got him yesterday,” Seven said with obvious amusement.
The man’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline, “you do have your hands full then if he got under Tenshi’s skin that quickly. Does he know any commands?”
“I am working on teaching him the word Master.”
The man nodded chin in his hand, as he studied Hiro, who was getting angrier by the second.
“Hard command that one, why not start with something simple like ‘come here’ or ‘roll over’…or ‘sit’ that’s easy”
“Have to teach him who he must obey, first.”
“True, true. Do you think once he knows Master, he will obey easier?”
“That is my hope.”
“I see. Do you mind?” the man said gesturing towards Hiro.
“No by all means, careful though, he might bite.”
The man chuckled and approached Hiro, circling him as if examining a prized horse, all the while muttering, “good legs, strong. Wide shoulders, that’s good. Tall; great height. Hair could use a trim but then if you like that shaggy look.”
“He looks like he is your type, Seven. What did you name him?”
“Unfortunately I didn’t get to name him but I do like the name he has now, Hiro.”
“Hiro, I do like it. Hiro, you’re a good boy,” the man said, patting Hiro head, “Can I give him a treat?”
“If he’ll take it.”
The man moved to his desk, “should have something here, ah!”
He returned to where Hiro stood, shock still, “here we go, a toffee. Here boy take the treat.”
He couldn’t help himself; he growled baring his teeth at the man before snapping at his toffee offering hand.
The man jerked his hand back with a laugh, looking at Seven, who immediately stepped forward and smacked Hiro hard on the head.
“BAD BOY!!YOU DO NOT BITE!”
Hiro turned and growled at Seven, taking a step back, he didn’t care at this point. They wanted to treat him like a dog, then so be it, he would act like one.
Seven stared at Hiro hard and half amused, “Hiro! Bad boy! Come here!”
Hiro glared at Seven, debating whether to obey or not, before calming down.
“Good boy, that’s it come here. Good boy, sit. Sit.”
Hiro knelt on the floor in front of Seven, glaring at him, who merely smiled down at him like a owner happy that their pet obeyed him.
Seven patting his head, “hmm, maybe I should get you a muzzle…”
Hiro shot a glance at Seven who grinned back, “we’ll if you’re going to bite, I really should invest in one don’t you think?”
“Treat me like a dog, and I will act like one. Remember that….Master” he replied, giving master a sarcastic tone to which Seven hit him on the back head, hard enough to see stars.
“You’ll learn soon enough, Hiro.”
The man laughed, “you really are taken to him, Seven.”
“He does amuse me, greatly so. I will enjoy my time with him, I think.”
“So was Hiro your only reason for your visit?”
“No, I am afraid not. There are some men on your turf that have been dipping into mine and I want it to stop. I have here what these men owe me for the deals they have made on my side. They have three days to pay or Hiro will be paying them a visit.”
“If you can get him to obey that is.”
“Trust me he will and he will be blaming them.”
Seven dropped a manila envelope on the man’s desk.
“Oh, where are my manners. Hiro, this is Hideki Inagawa.”
Hiro jolted up, his dark eyes flying to the man he almost bite. This was a real Yakuza boss, oyabun of the third largest yakuza family in Japan.
“I see you have heard of me, kid. Don’t worry you didn’t offend me if that’s what your scare of. Besides your Seven’s pet and he is higher on the food chain then I am.”
It was true, Seven was 1st lieutenant to Kenichi Shinoda, oyabun of the second largest Yakuza clan in Japan. The man who ordered Jaejoong’s murder.
Hiro stayed silent, adverting his eyes from the two men. Seven smiled at Kenichi, who reassured him, that he would be paid. Once business was concluded, Seven and Hiro left the house and climbed back into the car.
Hiro turned his hot angry eyes to Seven, “what kind of sick joke was that?!”
SMACK
Seven’s black eyes stared coldly at Hiro whose hand was pressed to his cheek already turning red, “You don’t EVER speak to me like that, is that understood?”
Hiro eyes became molten as he lowered his hand, and Seven’s narrowed, his face expressionless, waiting.
“Yes.”
SMACK
“Yes, master.”
Seven petted him, “good boy, see. If your good I will reward you, if your bad I will punish you. Its that simple puppy.”
Hiro wanted to kill him, rip his throat out and by Seven’s amused expression he knew it too. Seven’s hand had move to stroking his un-bruised cheek with his the back of his hand, in slow soft movements, Hiro couldn’t help but enjoy it, Yoochun use to do it to him. Hiro merely watched Seven, expressionless, while Seven watched him for a reaction.
“Good boy, your learning,” Seven said thinking Hiro’s lack of reaction was from fear of being hurt not something else.
Seven moved his hand away, “time for our next stop puppy, be silent inside and do everything I tell you.”
Seven didn’t wait for a replied as he climbed out of the car as Hiro scrambled to keep up, the charm on his choker glimmering in the sunlight. They were at a warehouse, which looked condemned. Hiro tensed, his eyes glancing around for signs of movements, but he noticed Seven was still relaxed and walking like he had been to this place plenty of times.
They went around the building and entered through a side door where Seven walked in yelling, “who the hell do you people think you are?”
Everyone in the room stopped, there were four men moving packs of drugs, frozen in fear, one cursing about the Devil.
“You think I would not find out about this? In MY territory?” Seven continued pulling out a gun which he cocked with slow movements and aimed at one of the men.
Hiro followed suit pulling out both his guns and aimed, looking passive but inside he was reeling watching and waiting for Seven’s lead. Had the man really come here with JUST the two of them?
“Mr. Seven sir, we were going to send you your share, we swear!” one of them exclaimed.
“Really? My share? And don’t you think I would be wondering why someone is sending my shares to a deal I did not authorize?”
“We made a lot of money we thought you wouldn’t mind when you received your share,” another croaked.
“You thought wrong boys, no one does business in my territory without my permission, is that understand?”
“Yes, sir! It wont happen again!” another exclaimed.
Seven smiled seductively, “I know.”
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
Four shots, four men dead. Seven had moved with a swiftness that was almost impossible, the men didn’t stand a chance even if they had tried to pull out weapons. Seven moved towards the body, checking each one to make sure they were dead which they were, before glancing at the products with a sigh. He pulled out his phone with a clean hand and called in men to clean up the mess before returning to Hiro’s side, who was standing with his arms crossed looking passive and slightly annoyed.
Seven touched Hiro’s cheek with a bloody hand, “wanted so action didn’t you. I am quick in my work, you will need to be to. I don’t give chances…to anyone.”
Hiro then realized this whole thing had been a lesson for him, he had brought him here with the intention of killing these men, not giving them a chance to redeem themselves. Telling Hiro if he betrayed him, he would not be given a second chance either.
“Lets go puppy,” Seven said walking back outside wiping his hand with a handkerchief.
Hiro followed him silently and climbed into the car, looking out the window in thought.
“Hiro,” Seven said softly.
Hiro turned his head to look at him, not saying a word, Seven leaned close, “you have done many things while with your old boss. This is no different than before just more professional then your use to. I have heard stories, that’s why I went there. I came looking for you. I decided I wanted this kid everyone feared. I could put him to better use. And I have you.”
Seven’s lips pressed against Hiro’s, “You belong to me, Hiro, forever.”
Seven moved away leaving Hiro with that food for thought. Hiro realized he was in deep shit.
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