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08 June 2013 @ 11:24 pm
Decerto: Road to Freedom  
Title: Decerto: Road to Freedom
Chapter: 32/40 + epilogue
Fandoms: Super Junior, U-Kiss
Pairings: KyuHyun/Zhou Mi, Han Geng/HeeChul, KiBum/SooHyun
Rating: R overall
Warning: AU, violence, angst
Summary: Taking place six years before the events of Decerto, the story of how a human and a slave started a revolution.

Riding on an airship for the first time, SooHyun was glad the attention wasn't on him for once. He may not have been as scared of flying as KyuJong, but he was by no means happy about being off the ground. It was good there were several other people to help keep him distracted, most of them he didn't know or been introduced to.

It was the first time he'd met the rooster and rat, two of YunHo's slaves. He'd met YunHo before at KiBum's party, and YoungSaeng who was burrowed into the older human's side he'd met a few days before when the snake was still being kept hidden. The strong scent of YunHo wasn't on the snake before though, and SooHyun's lips quirked as he whispered it to KiBum. He didn't even mind the ear tweek, chuckling at how red KiBum got.

Sleeping through most of the trip, SooHyun was disoriented when they finally disembarked from the airship and into a mass of people. Cameras flashed in his eyes and he kept a tight grip on KiBum's hand so they weren't seperated. When they finally they reached the hotel and got past security, YunHo was speaking to HyungJoon again, SooHyun barely paying attention as he looked around. "You're checking KyuJong in later, HyungJoon?"

"First thing in the morning, he doesn't need to be checked in till then," HyungJoon replied. "We'll probably order some room service, can't risk going down to the restaurant, he'll get recognized. What are your plans for the night?"

"I think more sleep," YunHo chuckled.  "Just relaxing I suppose."  They hadn't been able to much of that lately.

"Can we look around a bit?" KiBum looked at HyungJoon, one eyebrow raised. He had no idea what he and SooHyun were going to do while waiting for the tournament (and protests) to start, but he knew he had to at least figure out where everything was.

"Of course, just try not to get cornered by a reporter or anything," HyungJoon replied, frowning. "And stay out of trouble, if you can avoid it."

"Yes sir," KiBum wrinkled his nose, stepping out of the lift as it opened. They all split up, KiBum finding his and SooHyun's room and unlocking it. "Well, here's home for the next couple weeks," he sighed, placing his bag down to unpack.

"It's nice," SooHyun said, helping KiBum unpack his things. "When the tournament is over... are we going back to the manor?"

"I don't know, probably," KiBum nodded, chewing on his lower lip. "I'm thinking we could spend the rest of the summer with hyung and KyuJong, then head back to the city. I need that job in senate while I'm working out how to get into a law firm. How does that sound? I know you like being surrounded by all those trees and fresh air."

"It's very nice, I like it there," SooHyun nodded. "I'm just concerned... if the commissioner's plan goes like he says it does... what is that going to do to HyungJoon?"

"…I don't know," KiBum sighed quietly, looking down at his bag. "I doubt the tournaments will end so quickly…it'll give some time for us to figure out what to do, together. I know he doesn't like working in this industry."

"For everyone's sake, I hope things go well," SooHyun nodded, smiling sadly at him. A knock at the door interrupted their conversation, SooHyun going to the door to open it. A hotel worker bowed politely, handing him a note which he in turn passed to KiBum.

"Uh…thank you," KiBum blinked, watching the hotel worker leave. He sat down on the edge of the bed, breaking the seal and unfolding the letter.

His brow furrowed slightly as he read, and he looked up at SooHyun. "Zhou Mi knows we're here, he's asking to meet as soon as possible."

"In his office?" SooHyun asked, finishing up putting KiBum's things away. "I wonder what he wants."

"No idea," KiBum shook his head. Standing, he turned to help SooHyun in getting both their stuff into drawers. "We'll finish unpacking and go see him…then maybe find somewhere to eat. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"Yes, we haven't had lunch yet," SooHyun nodded. It didn't take long before they had all their things put away, luggage shoved into a closet. SooHyun had his shoes on and waited for KiBum at the door.

Pushing his feet back into his shoes, KiBum stopped beside SooHyun and smiled at the goat. "How are you feeling? That crowd was a little much before, wasn't it." He took SooHyun's hand lightly.

"It was fine, no need to worry," SooHyun said, returning the smile a little.

"You know I'm gonna worry anyways," KiBum chuckled, leaning in to kiss him. "We'll find all the back ways in and out of this place so we don't have to deal with that all the time, okay?"

"I'll be fine, you don't need to do anything special for me," SooHyun said, looking down at their hands. "We should go."

"We should," KiBum sighed, lips pursed in a small pout. "And everything I do is for you." He opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. He didn't let go of SooHyun's hand as he locked the door and headed down the hallway, swinging their arms slightly.

SooHyun didn't respond, following KiBum to the lift. He was quiet as they descended, and when the lift reached the ground floor he pulled his hand out of KiBum's before the gates opened. The lobby was still full of people, most ly house masters and their servants. SooHyun avoided making eye contact with anyone, following KiBum along to the doors.

KiBum looked back at SooHyun, eyes tightening in worry. He couldn't ask what was wrong now though; the goat probably wouldn't answer him with this many people around. But he made a mental note to ask later, when SooHyun wouldn't be able to avoid him as easily.

They made their way towards the bus lots on the other side of the colosseum. On their way there, they passed through a crowd of protestors. Thankfully, no one present recognized KiBum. He was sure he'd be helping out at some point, but considering how easily the Kim brothers were mistaken for each other, he didn't want someone who knew him as a part of the club approaching HyungJoon.

It was a quiet ride on the bus downtown, SooHyun responding very little to what KiBum was saying. Giving up halfway there, KiBum closed his eyes and rested for the remainder of the trip. Once downtown, it was another subway ride to Zhou Mi's apartment.

Taking the lift up the apartment building, KiBum stepped out and looked from door to door, trying to remember which one was Zhou Mi's. Finding it, he exhaled slowly and knocked.

The door opened a moment later, Zhou Mi on the other side. "KiBum, thank you for coming on such short notice," he said, nodding to them both before stepping aside. "I hope I didn't pull you away from anything? How is your brother?"

"He's doing well," KiBum replied, stepping into the apartment. "How was your month break?" He saw KyuHyun stretched out on one of the couches, the snake waving lazily.

"Restfull," Zhou Mi chuckled, closing the door when SooHyun stepped in. "Until two days ago that is. Please sit, I have some... things I want to discuss with you."

"That doesn't sound good." KiBum's brow furrowed slightly, and he slipped off his shoes before heading to the couch KyuHyun wasn't occupying. "What's going on?"

"I'll just get right to the point," Zhou Mi said with a sigh, sitting down on a part of the couch KyuHyun wasn't occupying. "Master Jung came to see me a couple of days ago, and asked me... well no, rather told me to do something I wasn't going to do. He threatened me and my position as games commissioner. Normally, I would ignore such talk but you know as well as I that Master Jung does not make idle threats."

KiBum's eyes widened slightly. "No, he doesn't. What was he threatening?"

"Apparently his son's keeping property from him, so he wants YunHo marked as a criminal and his house given back to him," KyuHyun said, shifting his legs to give Zhou Mi more room.

"…" It didn't take long to figure out what 'property' YunHo was keeping from his father. KiBum struggled to control his anger. "Why am I not surprised…but why are you telling me this? I try to talk Master Jung down and he'll squash me like a bug."

"I would never ever suggest you go against him yourself," Zhou Mi said, shaking his head. "I am telling you because if he makes good on his threat, I will lose my position as commissioner. If that happens, I make no guarantees the revolt we have planned will go as we have planned. He could very well try to have me killed, so I may need some place to hide. This may be a lot to ask of you, but anyone I am connected with at this time would be suspect. I can't stay with Han Geng as that would be the first place they look. I may need you to hide me for a short time."

KiBum chewed on his lower lip, trying to wrap his head around that. He'd known that this could turn out potentially dangerous, but the reality of it only hit him now. Zhou Mi was worried for his life. He glanced at KyuHyun, who had sat up and rested his hand lightly on Zhou Mi's knee, silent support.

The hotel was out; that was nowhere near safe. But…there was the apartment he and SooHyun shared with Kevin. KiBum himself would be staying at the hotel, there would be room. But wouldn't that condemn Kevin too?

"SooHyun and I share an apartment here in the city with Kevin, the leader of our club," he said after a long moment. "I'd…I'd have to ask Kevin. I don't want him to be in danger too."

"And I would understand if he said no," Zhou Mi said, nodding. "Thank you KiBum. This is a worst case scenario... getting me ousted from my position would require a lot of leverage against the shareholders and I don't know if Master Jung is capable of that yet. But I wouldn't put it past him. After you leave here, we won't have any face to face meetings again. If I have any mesages to give to you, I'll find a way to get them to you through others. No one can know we've spoken. My assistants won't say you've been to see me, and neither will Geng. If Master Jung doesn't know already, then he probably never will unless you or SooHyun slip up. Understand?"

"Understand," KiBum nodded, glancing at SooHyun. "We won't." He leaned back against the couch, reeling a little. "This is worth it, though," he said quietly, looking up at Zhou Mi. "Right?" As dangerous as it was, for all of them, he needed to keep thinking about that end goal. Or else he'd fall into panic, and he couldn't afford that right now.

"It's the most important thing any of us will ever do in our lives," Zhou Mi said. "Believe me, I've had to have someone remind me of that every step of the way as well." His hand found KyuHyun's beside him, and he glanced at the snake with a smile.

KiBum watched them, and the smile KyuHyun gave Zhou Mi in return. He exhaled slowly and nodded. "Right…okay, I'll talk to Kevin about this. He knows not to say anything about it to anyone."

"If I thought it would be reasonable not to tell him the details of what's going on, I would... but he deserves the right to know," Zhou Mi said, leaning against the back of the couch. "Thank you KiBum... I don't think you even know how much of this wouldn't be possible without you."

KiBum's lips quirked slightly. "You would have found a way." He stood up. "We'll take our leave then…see you after all this is over, hopefully."

"Yeah... thank you again," Zhou Mi said, getting up to show them out. When the door was closed behind them, he returned to the couch and flopped down, looking at KyuHyun. "I should talk to Geng.. see where he's at with those laws. As much as I dislike it, I hope this little mission of his to get me ousted has him distracted from senate duties."

"I'd hope so, but wouldn't count on it, he's good at getting underfoot in every way possible," KyuHyun wrinkled his nose. "If you were to be ousted as commissioner, what would I do?"

Zhou Mi sighed, closing his eyes. "Worst case scenario, you'd be in hiding with me. Otherwise you'd stay right where you are as announcer and referee. You're just as important as any fighter and Master Jung isn't stupid enough to take away anything from the games that the people like."

KyuHyun frowned, looking down at his hands. "But if I stay as referee, and try to go back to where you are at the end of the day, I could be followed. If he's trying to kill you…I'll have to stay away."

"You will... you may have to stay with Geng and HeeChul," Zhou Mi said. "At that point, Geng would be able to protect you better than I could and you would not be safe staying at the collosseum."

"Don't worry about me, worry about yourself," KyuHyun nudged Zhou Mi's side. "I can protect myself if it came down to it."

Zhou Mi's lips quirked a little and he looked over at KyuHyun. "I'll always worry about you first. That's not going to change. If something were to happen to me, then I'll have you down... I can't bear the thought of that."

"Nothing's going to happen to you, so we'll both be fine." KyuHyun curled his fingers into Zhou Mi's collar, pressing a kiss to his lips. "We should probably tell Geng and HeeChul about all this though."

"We should, he's been so busy I haven't seen him in a while," Zhou Mi said, humming a little int othe kiss. "Better get up before we get distracted."

"Oh fine," KyuHyun mumbled, breaking the kiss after a moment to stand. He helped Zhou Mi to his feet, heading to the door to get his shoes. "If they're even there, if not we're coming back to continue that distraction."

"I had a feeling we would anyway," Zhou Mi chuckled, following after him. Finding and getting his shoes on, he opened the door to let KyuHyun go out first, closing it behind them. When they reached Han Geng's door, he knocked, looking to KyuHyun. "I'm curious as to how HeeChul's been handling him being gone all the time."

KyuHyun wrinkled his nose slightly, but didn't have time to reply before the door unlocked and Han Geng pulled it open. "Oh, hi," he blinked, smiling lightly at them before stepping aside to let them in. "What brings you to this side of the hallway?"

"We haven't seen you in a while," Zhou Mi said, stepping in. He saw HeeChul lounging on the couch, though by his expression he was not pleased with the interruption. "There have been some... developments you need to be made aware of."

"…Every time you come here to say that, I get the shivers," Han Geng shook his head, closing the door after them. He headed back to sit down next to HeeChul.

Once Zhou Mi and KyuHyun had made their way over to sit down, he looked at them curiously. "Well, what developments are these?"

"Master Jung came by my office," Zhou Mi started, and that had HeeChul's attention right away. "He ordered me to turn over the house back to him and that YunHo was keeping property from him and was a criminal. When I refused, he threatened to have me ousted and commissioner and then struck KyuHyun."

Han Geng's eyes slowly grew at the new information. "…And that man doesn't make idle threats," he murmured, leaning back in the seat and looking at HeeChul beside him. He returned his gaze to Zhou Mi. "I can try keeping him distracted from you, but you know that might not work. He's very…determined."

"That's not what I'm here for," Zhou Mi shook his head. "In fact I would rather he be focused on me right now and not what you're doing. If he has to take time away from the senate to get me out of his way then so be it, all the better that he isn't blocking your bill from being passed."

"But that could be dangerous for you," Han Geng replied, eyes worried. "Master Jung doesn't stop at anything, and your authority poses a serious threat to him right now."

"What matters the most is getting that bill passed," Zhou Mi said. "I would forfeit my life if that's what it took. I have tenative plans in place for my safety if he succeeds in ousting me. But I'm here because I want KuiXian to stay where he is and continue in the tournament. He won't be able to come with me if I go into hiding, so I'm here to ask that you'll look after him and keep him safe when I'm not able to."

"Of…of course I'll keep him safe," Han Geng nodded. "Be very careful, Mi…Your safety is important too, and I'll do anything it takes to keep you safe as well. I'm guessing you'll want me to stay away if you're ousted as well."

"Yes, if Master Jung has any suspicion that you know where I am... you focus on what you need to do," Zhou Mi said. "I can take care of myself. Thank you Geng, I am indebted to you for life I think at this point."

"No, you're not," Han Geng shook his head, smiling at the other Chinese man. "We're friends. If there is anything you need me to do, anything at all, just ask."

"I'm not sure what's left, you can't fight my battles for me," Zhou Mi said, returning the smile. "But how about, since this is a rare moment in which we're home at the same time, how about some dinner? Maybe some wine?"

"That sounds good," Han Geng nodded. "I just picked up some good wine too," his smile was a little sad; this could be the last time in a long, long while they just relaxed and ate dinner together. "What should we have?" he asked, resting a hand lightly on HeeChul's knee.

"Fried rice," HeeChul said, arms crossed and pouting a little.

"Oh... we interrupted something didn't we? I'm sorry HeeChul, you were probably looking forward to some time alone," Zhou Mi said. "Maybe we can do this another time then Geng..."

"I think now's a good time," Han Geng shook his head, looking at HeeChul. "With all these…new developments, when's the next time we'll be all together like this?"

"I wasn't the one who suggested them leaving," HeeChul sniffed. "Just go make your rice Geng. I'm still getting the dinner I wanted tonight."

"That sounds fine, HeeChul," Zhou Mi chuckled a little. "Do you need any help Geng?"

"I know how to cook fried rice, but if you want to add to the menu, I won't say no," Han Geng smiled, standing and heading to the kitchen.

"Make those specialty rolled omelets of yours," KyuHyun nudged Zhou Mi's side. Cooking would keep Zhou Mi from thinking too much about other things, things they could do nothing about but wait.

"Hm? Oh, I could do that," Zhou Mi nodded, grinning at KyuHyun as he leaned over to give him a kiss. "I'll make a special one just for me," he murmured against his lips as he got to his feet. Following Han Geng into the kitchen, Zhou Mi glanced back at KyuHyun again, smiling softly at the snake. Hopefully all this planning would be for nothing, and whatever plan Master Jung had in mind blew up in the asshole's face. But it made Zhou Mi feel better that at least KyuHyun would be safe. That was most important.