Summary: Obsession comes at a price… when Youji comes home very late one night: beaten and bloody. When Youji begins to become more distant and scared, what will Natsuo do to comfort his Sacrifice? MPREG, rape, somewhat- Shouta and language. Contest by YingandYang235
A/N: ALSO, ITS NOT TO LATE TO WRITE FOR THE ZERO CONTEST!! This is an early post, so I hope you like it!!!
Rude Awakening
Youji sighed aberrantly, walking unaccompanied in the cold and unusually blustery December night, satiated of blatant prostitutes endeavoring in making-a-living, gang-bangers acting-the-fool and demonstrating how to wield a firearm and mediocre malevolence lingering in the almost-Christmas and dubious atmosphere that separated the world from its people forlorn in its own likes of becoming something they are far from developing into.
Lustrous amethyst eyes pursued the frail eccentric Sacrifice strolling unaided, without a person in site. The amethyst eyed-beholder smiled heartlessly, baring his pointy vampire-like teeth in the darkness in which concealed him from the public's naked eye. His principal game was concluding to an almost-end: his prey strolled in the unpleasant part of town unaccompanied and was oblivious to his play-and-seek game about to make him the victim. Again, he smiled with the only smile capable of wickedness, coaxing his progression through the murky and treacherous area as he proceeded towards the electric-green hair prey ambling the streets of the urban area replete with dangerous criminals willing to murder. Youji sensed peculiar abnormalities lurking throughout his current surroundings. Prying, blood-shot eyes and self-seeking intensions were intermitted and allusions in his daily dreams were signaling surplus and redemption.
He knew the coldness of bitter December wasn't ruse him, but someone lingering in the darkness known as shadows oscillating as he sauntered through the unsolicited parts of Japan, and it wasn't a part of his imagination. His hearted began racing profusely and the perspiration trickling slowly down his warm neck turned cold. Youji didn't exactly know why he felt his way about being the area; he's been there more than once and he was always fine, but this time around…he felt atypical about the musty air lingering and the unchaste feeling brung about every time someone stepped into that exact neighborhood. All Youji knew for sure was that his body was reacting unusually nervous and unexpectedly challenging to deal with.
The amethysts-eyed-beholder trailed along secretively. Youji began speeding up his pace when he felt the sudden urge to run for his life, relentlessly looking forward while hearing exceedingly heavy footsteps make their way forward in the direction where he sped to. His face blanched, swiftly turning around to see an empty, dented concrete sidewalk with only unfamiliar cars passing back and intersecting into the upcoming street nearby. The feeling he didn't see anyone made him undergo relaxation and to let his guard down nimbly as he sauntered to the next block closest to the avenue he just passed. Youji cautiously continued on, keeping keen eye out for any suspicious activities until he flipped his Motorola flip-phone open and dialed for his best friend/Fighter. Youji was panicky, but when he listened to and heard the tenderness and calmness of Natsuo's agile voice, his fears atrophied into nothingness in the back of his mind. Youji smiled weakly, unintentional to the vindictive man; cunning amethyst eyes and platinum blonde hair framing his irregular cheekbones and firm face came closer and closer to his frail body and no one around to witness the sudden occurrence…
On the pavement Youji stood on, he smiled affably while his Fighter talked away, being the only person who could make him smile as much as he did laugh. The violet-eyes-beholder desired Youji; for Youji to be for his own sake- not some appalling stranger to hold and to caress his androgynous cheekbones with their unsolicited and grimy hands while holding his aesthetic angel in their aberrant arms. He grew madden with scathing disgust; disgust at the men enticing Youji's attention. And if it wasn't him, then no one can have him.
Youji chuckled warmheartedly again, suddenly quivering lightly. "That positively sounds delighting, Natsuo! Not only that, but the hot chocolate will go great with how I feel right now. Fudge will be exceptional this time, but next time…ooohhh, Yummy! You are making my mouth water and that sounds great, love." Those were the wrong words Youji expressed, for the fact the obsessed klepto-maniac was hindering clandestine incidents in the past, meant all to well for the violet-eyes-beholder to maintain his prey without hesitation. The amethyst-eyed stalker grimaced and grunted his teeth, intolerant of anyone talking to HIS Youji and making him laugh as he did with that-that creature! 'How could my precious kitten go behind my back as he did now?! He's ripping my heart into half and with that shit! He needs to be taught a very valorized lesson. A life changing lesson with consequences.' The fanatical man thought, scurrying towards the delicate eccentric boy with the longest and luscious hair he has imagined.
The breezy wind blew through his lengthy electric-green hair and he smiled vibrantly, plastering the phone close to his left ear. The man crept closer and closer to the jubilant Youji convening on the phone. Youji tip-toed up on the pavement, giggling like a 15-year-old school girl while Natsuo talked sexual and flirted with him, increasing their mood. "Mmmm, Youji, you make me want to flip you over and- lick you clean, from your head-to-your-toes. You know why I feel lonely right now? Because I don't have you by-my-side in this cold and empty bed I'm laying on." Youji laughed warmheartedly, switching the Motorola flip-phone to his left ear, about to tell his Fighter how he truly felt about him and how he made his tail stick up when he came by; how his penis would go hard when he came in any amount of the room and how…he made him dream about him during his paradise of slumber, fantasizing about the day Natsuo would make him his boyfriend. Those dreams made his mouth water and his heart melt like butter on a hot object. He opened his mouth to say the words that completed his heart, the words jumbling inside of his cluttered mind, when someone, out of nowhere, yanked the delicate Sacrifice away from the phone. The phone dropped to the concrete and the back of it scattered on the pavement, still intact and unexpectedly on loudspeaker.
Natsuo heard the abrupt noise and mused, but his worse thoughts clouded the optimistic thoughts lingering in the back of his mind. Youji yelped stridently, alarming Natsuo in the process, which plastered the phone close to his ears to get a better sound of the area in which Youji was currently.
Natsuo couldn't make a sound, but when his thoughts scattered, he finally voiced for his concerns. "Youji? Youji, this is not a practical joke I'm taking lightly. You know I hate jokes!" But then, the deadly silence came about the end of his sentence and he knew there was no time for joking around. Something really happened to him. "YOUJI!" He screamed, dropping the phone to his bed and speedily grabbed a hold of his favorite light jacket, rushing out the door immediately and went to obtain help from people closest to the Zero pair.
Youji couldn't utter coherence. The platinum blonde adherent stood before the young-adult, his face giving off a crooked grin and his eyes reflecting wicked-minded games being planned out for them. Ohh, they were about to play an interesting innuendo game: involving macabre stints and wondrous acquirement of Youji's ears and tail. Youji trembled in fear, attempting to move from the position in which he laid in and his eyes widened in dismay. His hands were handcuffed to the lantern post and the key dangling above his hindered body being held down by the handcuffs. The amethyst-eyed rapist criss-crossed his hands against the lantern post in the obscurity of the alley vacant of people; whether they were gang bangers and shameless prostitutes probing for equal exchange or druggies roaming through the night, in hopes to come across oxycodone, cocaine, Methamphetamine, marijuana or any illicit drugs found straightforwardly on the Street of Dreams lingering the malevolence of an individual onto the pathway to aberrance. A smiled plastered onto his thin lips, smiling menacingly as his precious kitten writhed distraughtly, struggling to obtain freedom from the amethyst-eyed debaucher of dawn and the man about to take his pristine away. Wickedness flagrance in the man's amethyst-eyes; displaying the true sadism of his demeanor, licking his thin lips with his snake-like tongue with guilefulness and enthusiasm building. Youji's eyes widened and he frantically tried to escape this maniac's attempts at doing anything. The narcissistic man smirked when he heard Youji snivel and saw the tears slowly roll down his blanch face. The violet-eyed predator proceeded to the naked kitten squirming frantically, endeavoring in unlatching himself of the handcuffs connected to the lantern post. Youji bucked his hips further up, splaying his firm legs toward the key and almost latched his foot towards it, but as the man came closer and closer, he lost his balance and stumbled back to where he began, on the dirty, concrete flooring of the murky alleyway. The platinum-blonde haired male came into formal contact with Youji, reverting into the common lifting the chin and directly glimpsing into the eyes of his prey. So innocent; so blatant with emotions swiveled in his eyes, with the twinkles dying in his eyes…. Just like the broken doll that use to be Soubi, before he fixed him up and improved him, like no other. He knew Youji was infringed, but after he was done with him, he would be all-better. The visual ante lifted Youji's sleek chin warily, hastily bringing his face to face to his audacious expressing face, wanting to get a motive from just the looks in his eyes.
Youji fought back the urge to stare into those eyes bestowing razor sharp glances. Those insidious amethyst eyes glancing over him like a hawk trailing their prey's every movement. The platinum blonde strands collectively framing his lissome cheekbones and pushed back behind his right ear. The glib actions being portrayed made his eyes widen incredulously, gasping in unexplainable horror. NO! It was some sort of mistake that reoccurred in every dream possessing his daily thoughts. He didn't want to believe the allusions being pushed in front of his hazy vision. No…it couldn't be. Ritsu Minami.
Youji whimpered helplessly, knowing what Ritsu Minami was capable was doing and inflicting. He did in fact rob Soubi of his virginity when of age, changing him from the person he use to be to the person he has become now. And indirectly, he realized that he was the same age Soubi was when the rape occurred. It hit him like a million-in-one pummels. He was next and the victim to not retaliate against his crucial motives. Youji hastily writhed, attempting and attempting to scream to set himself free, but to little avail. His naked body felt the win caressing him while he was kicking and screaming forcibly for help, desiring to be in any place- anywhere but where he was currently. But, Ritsu had other plans in stored for the 2nd generation Zero Sacrifice; his delectable and flimsy China doll glimpsing at him with petrified and broken glances, his oscillating with every frantic movement made.
Ritsu was certain his broken Tenshi would be sutured…after he has compelled him under his graceful wings.
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The December air was nippy. The colorless leaves blew as 5 visitors of the night roamed through the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, probing and searching for Youji. Natsuo frantically searched for his Sacrifice/love, apprehensive for Youji's safety. He knew Youji could take care of himself and watch around his surroundings, but at this instance, he didn't know what to believe. His mind was justifying his own thoughts and his mind was concerned about the disappearance.
With Natsuo were Soubi, his 6 months pregnant 16-year-old boyfriend, Ritsuka, Kio and his boyfriend he has been with for almost a year, 17-year-old Yayoi. Natsuo was probing high and low, continuously looking for his love, the only person who succeeds in bringing him higher when he feels like the world is on his shoulders and gives him the feeling of wholesome. He felt like a special person to have known Youji. He wanted to find him, and fast before anything serious could happen to his Sacrifice.
He wouldn't know how to handle anything if he were to lose his sweet Youji; the icing on top of his saccharine cake and his basic support system…. He would be lost without him….
"Youji!" Kio crooned, insidious on the electric-green haired Sacrifice's disappearance, fathom that something wasn't right about the situation, in which they were reluctantly, pulled into, by the frantic Fighter, Natsuo.
"Youji!" Yayoi called out, looking both ways as he proceeded to the next boulevard. Though he hasn't actually met this "Youji" male, the concern on the other's faces made him indeed worried for the person he has yet to encounter. "Youji-kun, we are worried about you. Please, come back!" Yayoi shouted, moving up further to where his boyfriend, Kio was, licking and playfully twirling the lollypop in his mouth, Yayoi stood on his tippy-toes and pecked at his boyfriend's cheek, which resulted in a compassionate kiss from his elder boyfriend. He knew his boyfriend was somewhat stumped at the fact the Sacrifice went missing; the boyfriend who is blunt and flirtatious actually cared about someone else's feelings.
"Youji! Youji-Chan, where are you?" Ritsuka exclaimed, being suddenly stopped by his overprotective boyfriend, Soubi, advising Ritsuka to ignore the search and to go home, needing as much rest and less-stress as possible. Ritsuka stood boldly in front of his 26-year-old boyfriend, spontaneously tapping his feet against the dirt ground he stood upon, refusing to move from that very spot. He knew he wanted to search for his friend and goddammit, if he doesn't get that he will be very tempted to scream! Soubi appeared sincere, wanting what's best for Ritsuka and their unborn child- that meant not putting them both in harm ways. "Soubi-kun, I want to help! Please? And for the last time: I'm pregnant, NOT crippled in anyways possible. I want to help, Soubi! I want to find him as much as everyone here…" Ritsuka proclaimed, pursing his lips brutishly and crossed his arms across his firm chest, but not before rubbing his rounding stomach, feeling his child faintly kicking him on the side of his ribs. Ritsuka agitated expression changed, placing a hand on where their child's kicks were, rubbing the spot in lulling circles. Soubi noticed the sudden change in his boyfriend's mood and settled his hand on Ritsuka's rounding belly.
Natsuo inclinations on the expectant parent's happiness were faltered, since his Sacrifice wasn't there with him and he now wished he was- he wouldn't take on the world without his love or without his presence. It meant nothing without his cheerful smiles and his bubbling personality everyone wants to get to be acquainted with. He felt alone…already.
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Ritsu proceeded to restrain movement to Youji's fussy and squirming body, hushing his delicate body when he placed his long and bony finger against his creased lips, sliding the razor sharp knife across his chest. Youji whined in aculeolate pain, whimpering as he closed in on him, feeling his legs burning and his head dampened with torrential sweat trickling down his quivering, naked back. Ritsu reached loosely for his buckle swathed around his petite waistline, swaying his slender hips as he unbuckled his belt and unzippered his acid-washed light denim jeans. He let his jeans fall into place and brung his fingers toward his slimming blue briefs, tapping his bony and long fingers against his own sleek skin and slid down his briefs that once clung to his narrow hips. Youji didn't beckon any emotion, closing his eyes tightly and balled up his hand in a firm fist. He endeavored in easing himself of the pain Ritsu was inflicting emotionally and physically, but he couldn't resist whimpering and curling up in a ball, expecting Ritsu not to assail. But he was sadly mistaken. Ritsu flipped the switchblade open and repeatedly threatened Youji, who was hysterically crying, screaming as he saw the blood dribbling down his exposed torso and unexpectedly crying out his Sacrifice's name. "NATSUO!"
Youji's eyelids drooped as his vision became hazy. Ritsu proceeded towards him, the knife shimmering with the sunrays of the sun clashing toward the implacable weapon in hand. Youji whimpered pungently when Ritsu pinned him against the crimson splattered brick wall, restraining movement from his lower body. Youji writhed in desperation, endeavoring in escaping the wrath of this deranged sociopath breathing down his ice-cold neck. His breathing became labored, growing shaky as he felt the first thrust inside of his contracting, petite body.
A strangled scream tore from his lips as he felt his entrails feel as thought they were engulfed in a consuming inferno. Youji frantically dug his nails into the wall's gap, thrusting down in an attempt to ride the pain away, grinding his teeth together when Ritsu struck his inside mercilessly. Ritsu entered Youji in an unsolicited manner, thrusting harshly into the tight hole that made Youji squirm, throwing his head back as an earsplitting scream emitted from him. Youji screeched loudly, feeling blood trickling down the side of his leg, scampering away on one leg, but the vile and malicious man grasped a hold of the petite body exceedingly running at a swift pace, violently pinning him against wall and shoving himself aggressively into the tight hole.
Youji implored as he was sprawled out on the sullied floor of the dark alley, imploring while Ritsu licked his cock of the messy substance saturated with discharged semen. Ritsu disregarded his pitiful cries of throbbing pain depicting on his blanch face as well as his body language. Ritsu felt himself readying to release his seeds into Youji, rocking his dick harshly as he began riding the Sacrifice. Youji's pale toes curled up against the concrete of the alleyway as frequently as possible, insensitive to the feeling of Ritsu yanking him in a similar fashion as he was positioned, and he closed his eyes tightly. He cummed right onto Ritsu's bared torso and the pallid seeds spilling over him. The next thing he knew, he was passed out, completely naked and blood seeping through his canal.
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Natsuo sighed heavily. He couldn't fathom losing his Sacrifice with the long-time friendship and a blooming love. He just started to realize his feelings for the eccentric and poof; he went missing after a walk for fresh air. He couldn't believe it was happening all on the night they met. Natsuo was truly upset with himself, sitting on the burgundy couch in the living room, his contorting nimbly when thought about his Youji. Tears clouded his vision when he glanced quickly at the picture of the two during the happier times- both smiling vividly for the camera and stylishly bearing a peace sign for their 'fans'. He didn't want to imagine his life without Youji and his dazzling smiles that charms his life. He didn't know what he would do without the warmness Youji provided. He just didn't want the smiles to disappear within a heartbeat.
Ritsuka remained silent behind him, rubbing his rounding stomach with the palm of his small, right hand, placing the left hand on his tense shoulder. "Natsuo. You out of all people know Youji will be fine. Don't worry; he can take care of himself. We all know when he does something, he usually arrives later than possible." Ritsuka reassured sympathetically, handing Natsuo an ice-cold orange soda from the fridge, knowing this gesture would calm him down- not entirely, but enough to distract him from his own selfless emotions plaguing his mind. Natsuo grasped the soda carefully in his right hand, since his left hand was shaking menacingly. He knew something was definitely amiss about the situation being pulled-by-by-strings
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Youji bled profusely. He staggered rigorously towards his current domicile he resided in for the time being, crimson blood seeping vigorously from his canal, covering the pavement he walked upon. Youji stumbled frequently as he reached closer and closer to the house neighboring his current residency, grasping the rail when his dizziness began plaguing his movements. Youji began stumbling more as the blood vigorously came about, seeping profoundly on the concrete pavements, weakening as more and more blood began rushed out of his entrance.
More Blood seeped; more and more blood dripped. Blood, weakness in his eyes and blood.
He barely made it to the door when a piercing scream came from his mouth, falling to his knees and hysterically began crying, burying his face into his weakened legs. The door slammed open frantically and that, he glanced up nervously and saw Natsuo, pitifully glimpsing into his teary-eyes.
"Y…Youji?" He was scared beyond words. "Youji! Oh my Kami! What happened to you Youji…oh my…why are you bleeding?!" Natsuo asked, his voice cracking with obvious poignant and concern, noticing the naked Sacrifice and the blood continuously seeping throughout the front patio. He was replete with bruises, stab marks and dried up blood. He knew he has been through hell and back and now all he wanted was comfort from his fighter.
Youji rushed into his Fighter's arms, burying his face into his chest and cried feverishly in his arms. Natsuo could sense tears stinging his eyes he slicks back Youji's electric-green hair, holding him in his arms as he sobbed and cried, battling the emotional demons within.
"Hush, Youji, Please, don't cry. You're too much of an angel to be shedding tears. Its okay, you're here now. Everything's going to okay…. Just you calm down and we can take a bath together. How does that sound?" Natsuo coaxed, picking the bleeding Sacrifice and swiftly ran up to the bathtub and set the water exceptionally warm. "Come on, just relax." He said softly in his ears, changing abruptly in front of him.
And from that day on, Youji stood exceedingly close to his Fighter, holding him close when treacherous nightmares plagued him in his sleep.