A/N: just a random idea I've had in my head for a few days….well one of them anyway, sort of a mix of the anime and the mangas that I can find….tho I think the mangas are more fanfiction-ish and unrelated to the actually story.

Caught

Takeru rolled over in the bed he had found in the abandoned apartment building he was using as shelter, and opened his grey blue eyes and stared sleepily around the room, he noted that the sun was just about to begin to rise and thought to himself that if he wanted to get anywhere for a good fight then he would have to get up now. He grabbed his tags and a solid packet out of his bag as he dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt before throwing on his sweatshirt and making sure that he hadn't left any sign that he was using this building as a shelter, the last thing he wanted to deal with was an ambush when he arrived at night, though he thought to himself that he should try somewhere else for a few days so that if he was being watched then no one would be able to attack him when he was sleeping. Even though to do something like that would be against the rules, especially since he was taking shelter in the neutral zone he still wanted to play it safe and avoid running into cheaters or the punishers who seek out cheaters.

He had entered the tournament about a week ago and already had obtained six additional tags and hadn't actually bothered to look at them, so as he was walking around in the neutral zone he examined them, "Damn, nothing good" he sighed, "well at least I'll be able to get supplies" he said to himself as he quickly stuffed the tags into his shirt, making sure that one of his crappy tags was hanging in view, he had realized quickly that if you kept the good tags hidden then you didn't have to fight the better fighters because they didn't want to deal with crap tags. He walked into one of the trading posts and purchasing more solid and a cup of coffee before hitting the streets before anyone else was truly really awake enough to vacate whatever shelter they had found for the night.

It was nearly noon before he even caught sight of anybody; unfortunately for him that person happened to be a punisher who was in the process of taking out someone who had apparently been cheating. Luckily for him the punisher had their back to him and so he was able to duck into a dilapidated building. He watched from the shadows, staring out a window that had long been broken out, he wanted to make sure he wasn't seen since it seemed that some of the punishers would just take out a person if that competitor taunted them or did something that the punisher didn't like. What he hadn't noticed was that there was a second and third person with the punisher in a bright red hooded coat. The person who was crawling around and sniffing the air like a dog happened to be staring right at him, or sort of staring, the person had a leather band covering their eyes, and the large man with a metal pipe who happened to notice the staring. "Hey, pay attention" he said as he tapped the leather clad small male on the head lightly with the metal pipe.

The leather clad one sniffed the blood of the corpse and must have done something that confirmed something because the two large males smiled and therefore didn't notice that the leather clad male who acted like a dog had crawled away and was now in the doorway staring at Takeru. "Poochi what is it?" the man in red asked as he too sniffed the air. "Is it a kitty I smell?" he asked allowed as he silently walked over and plunged his hand in through the window and grabbed Takeru by his long shaggy pale brown hair and pulled him out.

"What the fuck? Let me go" Takeru hollered as he plunged one of his knives into the man's arm. The man only laughed and made a comment about how the kitty needed to be declawed as he yanked the knife out and tossed it away. When he did Takeru lunged, trying to get loose so that he could retrieve one of the only things he had left from his older half brother.

"Kitty, stay still" the man growled as he tightened his grip around Takeru's waist.

"Fuck off you Freddie Kruger wannabe" he snarled as he managed to get somewhat loose and grabbed his knife before he was once more yanked around be his hair, this time though, the punisher placed one of his "claws" under Takeru's chin forcing him to lift his face so as to avoid injury.

"Kitty needs to learn his place" he snarled as he then used his "claw" to look at all of Takeru's tags, "Kitty seems to be a decent fighter" he said happily as he examined the two kings and two queens Takeru had amongst his tags.

"MY NAME IS TAKERU! NOT KITTY" Takeru screamed as he made to punch the man in the side of the head, laughing the man pulled away and spun Takeru before grabbing him and lifting him off the ground slightly to keep him restrained. As this was going on the leather clad male began sniffing more of Takeru and pulled back, cocking his head to the side and looking confused. The other man who had so far remained silent slammed the pipe into Takeru's abdomen, thus knocking him out "We're taking him to the boss" he said as he turned and picked up the dead body so that it could be disposed of and so that looters didn't steal tags that they hadn't rightfully earned.

"Gunzi, you know the boss won't let you keep him if he takes an interest in him" the man with the pipe said as he made sure that the leather clad person wasn't trying to run away. "Kou, home" he said gruffly as he walked off in the direction of Abitro's palace.

"Ah, shut up old man and let me have my fun" Gunzi complained as he tossed Takeru's limp body over his shoulder and groped his ass as he followed the man and Kou.