Rin fidgets in his makeshift bed, the sound of metal chains clanging against the metal frame as he moves his feet. He stares at the dark ceiling, nothing illuminating his small box of a room except for a single light bulb. It was dank and humid, but the smell had been tolerable enough, thanks to the tiny walk in toilet at one corner of the room. Rin guesses that this might have been a maid's quarters before or something of the like. But surely it wasn't supposed to have been used as it was now.

No windows, a securely bolted vent, no usable sockets and that lone door he's staring at. Barely no openings. Zero chance for escape.

It was his prison.


"We're going out."

Makoto can't believe what he's heard. They're at a coffee shop in Tokyo, near Makoto's University. It's pretty noisy this time of the day, and he's not entirely sure of what he's heard.

He gulps, "What did you…?"

"We're together, me and Haru." The red head beside his bestfriend interrupted, a radiant smile on his face. "We're going out"

Makoto doesn't know what kind of face he's making, but Rin is blushing and a small smile escapes Haruka's lips. 'It must be true…' he thinks as he sips some coffee before beaming at them.

"Really? Then congratulations!" He hopes that Haru doesn't notice.

Rin goes on animatedly babbling about something like appreciation and friendship and probably how they started dating but Makoto blurs it out.

He continues to smile.

He hopes Haru doesn't notice how he winces.

"Makoto, you ok?" His bestfriend asks, a look of pure concern on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine…" Makoto says, smiling again. "The coffee was just too bitter."


He doesn't remember why he did it. Maybe his body just moved on his own, focused on the dark feeling of jealousy welling up his gut. It felt like he was being suffocated… and he can't breathe.

Rin was going to Tokyo for a bit before heading back to Australia for his swim team. And there, Makoto knew, would be his perfect chance.

University, or rather where to go for it, was a tough decision. Contrary to expectations, Haru was the one to stay in Iwatobi for University, and Makoto went to Tokyo. Distance takes a small, yet prominent toll on their relationship.

'But that doesn't seem the case for Rin.' Makoto thinks.

Makoto ends up alone in a relative's house whose owners migrated to Canada. It was spacious with more rooms than he can even use.

But he's thankful for that now, as he lugs his friends' unconscious body into one of them.

Makoto chuckles at the thought that Rin had been so willing. The red head just went and came to his house, all smiles and even brought a souvenir back from Iwatobi. (Rice crackers. He made a mental note to share it with Rin later.) And Rin had been so unknowing and so trusting that he took that drugged juice on his own and drank.

In the back of his mind, Makoto knew that what he was doing was bad. Oh so very very bad. He might get imprisoned, no, he will get imprisoned if caught, or worse, Rin can tear him to shreds.

And the absolute worst is that Haru would find out. Haru would find out and never ever trust him, never give him as much as a glance.

Makoto frowns at this. That would hurt. It would hurt so bad. Because it was Haru. His bestfriend, the one he'd been with since childhood, the best swimmer in town, the one he's in love with, his…

No. Haru was not his.

And the stinking gut feeling went back.

He straps metal cuffs to Rin's feet and attaches a connecting chain to the bedpost at the corner of the room. He inspects the place for things that Rin might use to escape, or worse, hurt himself. Before leaving, he places a glass of water and aspirin at Rin's bedside table, hoping to alleviate some of the probable headache Rin would most likely experience later. He looks at Rin, one last time, a lingering look full of regret and 'I'm sorry's before shutting the door and bolting in the 3 external locks he'd installed.

He slumps down the wall as he finished locking up, and puts trembling hands to his face. He doesn't even know when he started shaking, but he grips at his shoulders as it becomes uncontrollable. Muffled sobs escape his lips as he mutters the words "I'm sorry" over and over again.


It had been a conscious act. He made sure to buy all the things needed, prepared enough tools, sound proofed that one room, and steeled himself for what was to come. But he supposes he'd lacked at the last step.

Makoto wakes up at the sound of a muffled scream and dragging furniture downstairs. Perhaps he'd lacked at the soundproofing too.

Makoto struggles to the basement, feeling like a dried prune, and opens the locks one by one. He slips himself into the room and closes the door quickly to prevent sound from escaping. He surveys the room, and Rin pretty much dishelved almost everything, sheets all over the floor, the glass of water he's set by Rin's bed shattered to a million pieces on the ground. And he'd hoped the water would help with Rin.

Rin gapes at Makoto from where he stands, "O-oi, Makoto, what's this?"

"What game is this?" Rin tugs at the chain on his feet. "If this is another one of Nagisa's tricks, I'm going to beat him up and-"

"Umm Rin…" Makoto doesn't look at him but Rin could see his tired, tired eyes. "Nagisa's not here…"

"Oh? Then what about Rei? Oh this must be Gou's doing! Ok, I know it now just-"

"Umm, she's not here either…" Makoto's still avoiding his gaze.

"Hmm? Is this some sort of TV show then? Where's the hidden camera?" Rin tries to search around, and calls out "Haru!"

BANG!

Makoto slams his fist into the wall, "Rin!" Makoto shouts, "Gou, nor Nagisa, nor Rei, nor any of your friends are here! Specially not Haru!" Makoto looks dead into Rin's eyes, and he could tell the redhead's confusion.

"What?" Rin heard clearly but he couldn't believe what Makoto just said.

"Rin… you're my captive. And you can't escape" Makoto looks down and starts to head out the door.

Rin tries to follow him, and let out a cry then whimpered as he steps on some broken glass.

"MAKOTO!" He cries out as he hears the door shuts and locks.

Makoto slumps down on the floor, his back to the wall as he hears furniture move about again and more muffled screams from beyond the door. He clutches himself in a fetal position and hides his head.

Tears don't come anymore.


A/N: If it's unclear, they're freshmen in college and Mako has his own place (where Mako lives at his relatives' place, a relative that migrated to Canada). Rin goes to Australia for pro-swimming and has a team there. And Haru goes to university in Iwatobi. Reigisa are 3rd years.

This is my first fanfic in this fandom ; u ; Forgive me for the typos and errors, anyway feel free to point them out!
Also I have no beta, so yes /cry
Lastly, I'M SORRY MAKO-CHAN! T.T

ps. is eating me. Cross-posted on AO3