Summary: Yato takes a request he shouldn't take. Ebisu tries his best to help.
Pairing: Mob/Yato (only a little at first), Ebisu/Yato (later on).
Disclaimer: I own the idea of this story, not the characters.
Notes: Ebisu is chibi!Ebisu in this fic. OCs included are Shinkis. Dubcon touching, spanking, gagging. Also, if you know me then my other warning is that this is unbetaed. Short chapter is short.
i,
wake me up from this bad dream
It had all been a trap.
When you accepted the request from an unknown number, Yukine had a bad feeling about it. The request was nothing out of the norm. It was the typical I-lost-my-insert-object request from a new customer. He sounded so desperate over the phone that you decided to help him. The client had specifically asked you to come alone because he didn't trust anyone else to do this aside from you. Yukine had insisted on coming with you, saying he should stick to his master. Yet you just ruffled the kid's head and assured him that it would be fine and that you could handle this alone.
It was a simple job, or so you thought.
How foolish of you.
'Ah, look, he is awake.'
Someone's voice. Someone you don't know. The sound is unpleasant to your ears. You can smell the faint putrid stench of sewage and raw trash in the air. It is so nauseous that you can taste the vomit on your tongue. Groggily, you force your eyes to open. Everything is a blur of yellow and black.
'It was so easy to get a hold of you, Yato-chan. Doing anything for just five yen, you really are a cheap catch.'
Another voice resounds. You lift your head up and squint your eyes at the light. Gradually, you can vaguely make out their faces and the ugly smile on their lips. Their creepy smiles make your skin crawl with disgust.
What happened?
You remember arriving at the client's apartment and then things get fuzzy after that.
'Where...?'
Even your own voice seems so weak and helpless. A surge of panic rises in your chest and you try to move your limbs, only to realize they are restrained. Your mind is in a haze and you can't seem to muster enough power to struggle against the rope that is keeping your wrists together.
You need to escape.
You need to-
'Relax Yato-chan, we will take real good care of you.'
And your world turns black.
.
Someone's touch.
Someone is touching you. It feels sweaty on your skin. The sensation is of both hot and cold combined. Even when the hands on your body are sweaty and hot, you still feel so cold. Their touch is too forceful and invading. You want them to stop, stop with those dirty hands and those dirty touches that gross you out.
'No... Stop it...'
Your throat is dry and it hurts to speak. Your voice sounds too scratchy, like the sound of paper crumbling. The touches keep on coming, lower and lower, robbing you of your own privacy. Your body feels feverish and exhausted, lacking the energy to fight back.
'Ah look, his face is pretty. What a shame he isn't a girl.'
'What a slutty face.'
'Let's make this more enjoyable for him.'
Through your blurry vision, you can make out the bed you are being placed on. The worn out cover of the bed feels cool to your face. It smells of fabric softener and musk. You can fall asleep right now but those disturbing hands just won't stop touching, groping and rubbing. It's hard to focus and think when your brain refuses to work properly so you simply give up.
Suddenly, a sharp slap lands on your ass. Involuntarily, you let out a small moan. What are they doing?
'Look, he likes that.'
Another slap, this time harsher than the previous one and you whine in discomfort. Their assault is relentless. Each time when you think that this is going to stop soon, they hit harder. It hurts at first but soon, you can feel a spark of pleasure amidst the haze of pain.
'Ah... stop... no more...'
You are sobbing into the cover and your tears soak the thin fabric. You don't want this. Their cruel laughter sounds too loud to your ears. Tremor wrecks down your body, your hips are shaking and your breathing is getting erratic.
'No... someone... help...'
Image of Hiiro and father flashes before your eyes and for a moment, you think they were real. Father would be so disappointed, you can literally hear Hiro saying it with unhidden disgust in her voice. And father, you can feel his eyes on you, watching and judging. A sneer on his face and you can't bring yourself to maintain your hallucination of them. What would father think? What would he do? Even when it has been a long time since you last seen him, you can't help but tremble in fear of what your creator might do to you.
The image of them changes to one of Hiyori and Yukine. That is when you start to cry. They can't see you like this. Yukine is still an innocent child and Hiyori, sweet and loving Hiyori. Even in your wildest imagination, you still can't picture what Hiyori's face would be.
'Hey, he is crying.'
'Gag him. I don't want to hear his cries.'
'Please... someone-'
A rag is stuffed into your mouth and your cry is muffled. They are laughing, laughing and laughing. The tears never stop dripping on your face, dripping and dripping until they are absorbed by the fabric.
Please help-
For the second time of that night, you black out.
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Okay... that's for the beginning. Next one is from Ebisu's point of view. Please do review, your words motivate me /*sparkling eyes*
