So I finally got around to re-writing chapter 1. I was planning on posting the re-writes with every new chapter I post, but I'm not sure if that's going to work out. It's been a long time since I started this, so I don't really even remember where I was going with this story to begin with. Haa~ Sorry. I know I'm slow. I'm currently in Yuri! On Ice hell, but I'm going to try to write for Mental, too.

Fandom: Kyo Kara Maoh

Pairing: Conyuu

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Warnings: Rape, Bondage, Blood, Underage

Mental

Ch 1: Hurt

Coughing up water, the young boy looks around as he, once again, finds himself in a strange forested area. Shivering with the light breeze, he attempts to shake the water from his hair and runs his thin fingers through his charcoal bangs. He sighed, happy at least that he was wearing his uniform, so he wasn't freezing. He looks up to the evening sun as it glows those oranges and reds behind the thick forested surroundings. The quiet of the forest seemingly unsettles him as he waits. And waits. And waits.

Nervously glancing around, the young teen begins to anxiously pace as the sun falls lower and lower behind the horizon. Someone should have come for me by now. Where could they be?

His pacing has begun to leave its toll on the dirt beneath him. A thin line forms as his feet travel back and forth. A rustle in the nearby bushes shocks him, and instantly he's washed with relief.

"Conrad! I was starting to think you forgot about me," he laughs as he walks towards the sound. But what he was expecting was not who was standing before him now.

Three men were facing him, all rugged wearing dark browns and belts with bags and knives hanging off. They looked shocked.

"Look at that, Boss! It must be our lucky day if we found a Double Black," the man quickly unsheathed his knife and lunged at Yuuri, pinning him to a nearby tree, knife against the thin flesh covering his throat.

"Hey! Let me go!" Yuuri cried out, desperately clawing at the gloved hand holding the knife. It was no use, though. He was much stronger than the young teen.

"Well, then. We can make quite a pretty purse off of him," one of the men said, most likely the boss in charge. He came closer and roughly grabbed Yuuri's jaw, tilting his head to look at his black eyes. The young teen didn't budge an inch. Sure, he was fucking terrified out of his mind. He wanted nothing more than to run into his gallant knight's arms and hug him. But Conrad wasn't here. It was only Yuuri and these three goons in front of him. He had to be strong. The boss just laughed at the sight.

"He's sure got guts, don't he? Damn, he's cute, too. Best be sure to take care of him until we get to train him. I want to thoroughly tame him, gets more profit that way," he grinned with his crooked teeth. Yuuri gritted his teeth. He didn't exactly know what they were talking about, but whatever it was, he knew it wasn't good. He looked around, his eyes begging for Conrad to appear, but no such luck.

"Come on, Double Black. Be good now," the man released the knife from his throat, and that's when Yuuri took his chance. He gave a swift kick to his groin and took off running. He disappeared into the thick trees around him, and he could hear the screams coming from behind him. He didn't stop, he didn't care. He just ran, and ran, and ran. Anything to get away. The tree branches swatted at his face, the roots tangled around his feet, he fell, hard, and got back up running. He knew if he stopped for even a second, they'd catch up.

But what he didn't know is they were already caught up.

He felt a hand grab his collar and pull back, choking him. He gasped and coughed as he was thrown against the ground. A thick root smacked him across his shoulder blades knocking the wind right out of him. He desperately tried to breath before a heavy foot stomped on his chest. He looked up in time to see a fist coming towards his face, before everything went black.

It felt like he was under for ten minutes at most, but it was already dark outside. Or, he thought so at least. His head was dizzy and throbbing. It took him a minute to even be able to see straight. He looked around to see stone floors and stone walls. He tried to move his hands to rub his throbbing head, but he realized they were in chains connecting to the roof. If he moved, he could hear the rattle echo between the cold stone walls. He was kneeling on the floor, the chains just barely long enough to let him do that.

The dark moonlight barely shone through a small slit high in the wall, just barely enough to let him see. He looked around, now realizing his jacket was taken off. It was ripped up in the corner of the cell, along with Julia's necklace. A bottle was next to his shreds, and he idly wondered what it was. He looked down to see the top three buttons of his shirt popped off, and some purple marks on the top of his chest. Just low enough for him to be able to see. The sight made him queasy.

He breathed. Calm down. It's okay. Conrad would be here soon. Ulrike will let them know, and Conrad would save him. He was safe. He was perfectly fine. And for a second, he believed that.

Until those three captors stood at the entrance to his cell. The boss man was holding a knife with a twisted grin on his face.

"Well, well, well. Looks like he's finally awake," his voice was sharp and cruel, like it was ripping the air in two.

"What are you going to do?" his voice was shaking, but he managed a sharp glare. The goons only laughed.

"Look at this punk! Acting all high and mighty while shaking like a baby chick!"

"Don't worry, we just want to play a little game with you," they were laughing as the cell door was unlocked. Yuuri was shaking and they could all hear the chains clacking together. He slowly scooted as far away from them as the bondages would allow. Stop shaking. Stop shaking. He had to be strong. Be brave. Wait for Conrad. He would save him. So please, just stop shaking.

"Stay away from me," he warned. "I have Maryoku, and I won't go easy on you if you come any closer." The three goons just laughed.

"We're not afraid of a bitch like you. We know you can't use it," one of them stepped forwards and roughly grabbed his hair to pull his head up. "That bottle in the corner? Yeah, that. It's a nice little drug that seals up all your magic."

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. That was his ace-in-the-hold if need by, and damn, does it need be right about now. His whole body was shaking in fear, and the grip in his hair only tightened. He man kneeled down and bit his neck. Yuuri cried out in pain and fear. He didn't want this. He didn't want this. Conrad. Please, Conrad. Where are you?

He grabbed his shirt and quickly ripped the rest of the buttons off. They popped and flew in all directions. He pulled his hair and rammed is lips on the quivering boy, slipping a tongue in his mouth, licking and sucking greedily. Yuuri tried to scream, but they were muffled by the harsh kiss. His mouth went down to his collarbone and started licking and sucking and biting. He pulled away with drool leading to another large purple mark. He stood up, and Yuuri sighed with relief.

Until he saw him unbutton his pants.

Yuuri was scared. He was terrified. His world was crashing down before him. That thing could split him in half for crying out loud! He grabbed his hair again and pulled his head forward. Yuuri kept his mouth shut tight and tears sprung around his eyes as the thick cock was rubbed against his cheek and lips. A sticky goo was left behind in a thin trail on his face. He was shaking.

"Come on, boy. Open up wide," the man cooed as he pulled his hair. Yuuri gritted his teeth as the tears started to fall. What was he supposed to do? Where was Conrad? Why was this happening? The man took his free hand to grip Yuuri's chin, his thumb pulling his lower lip down. He forced his thumb in-between his teeth spreading his mouth before forcing himself inside. Yuuri coughed and gagged, his throat was burning and the tears wouldn't stop falling. It was warm inside, and he couldn't breathe. The feeling made him sick.

He kept moving in and out, deeper each time. Yuuri was gagging and shaking, desperately trying to pull his head back, desperately wanting air, desperately wanting to run away. His screams were muffled and his eyes burned. Why was this happening? He felt a cold hand gropping his chest, searching. He pinched Yuuri's nipples and pulled it, making him cry a muffled cry before gagging. Yuuri did the only thing he thought he could do to make this nightmare stop.

He bit down.

He bit down as hard as he could and tasted blood.

"AHH! WHAT IN HELL BITCH ASS FUCKER!" he felt a sharp punch against his face and his ears were ringing. His ear clogged up as a thick ooze of blood dripped down his jaw. "You little fuckface! I'll show you who's fucking in charge here!" He reached for a knife from his pants and quickly pulled it out, slashing it against his chest. Yuuri cried out in pain as the warm liquid dripped down his bare skin. The ends of his shirt started to dye red as he felt the stinging radiate through his body. Another cut. This time on his arm. His sleeve tore and blood dripped down to his shoulder, white turning to red.

"Please...P-Please. Stop," he was shaking, begging. His throat was dry, his eyes were burning, his chest and arm were sticking. The blood poured down his chest, his arm, his face. Salty tears were dyed red before falling. Conrad. Please, Conrad. Save me.

"Like Hell I will after that stunt you pulled, Double Black," he grabbed his hair again and pulled, hard. Yuuri cried out as he kneeled in front of him, staring into his eyes. He slid the knife under his waistband, and pulled it down, nicking his thigh in the process. Then the other side. His pants were ripped off as blood pooled beneath him. He grabbed his wet legs and pulled them wide. "You're quite lucky, kid. All this blood here will make great lube."

Yuuri was crying. He was shaking. His face was flushed red embarrassed at being spread wide like that. He closed his eyes and looked away as he felt something hot prodding against him. The pain shot through his hips and lower back, and he couldn't hold back the scream. It felt like he was being ripped in half. There was no stretching, only tearing and pain. His nerves were on fire, and he was shaking as the sobs came. He didn't try to be brave anymore. He screamed and cried and shook, the chains clattering in the background. His body ached, his cuts stung, he silently begged for death. Anything. Just please, not this. No more.

He went faster and deeper. Yuuri felt the blood pool beneath him. It was warm and slippery and made him sick. He couldn't look at him, so he just held his eyes tightly closed waiting for it to be over. When he finally pulled out, Yuuri looked to see him cumming all over his chest. Some splattered across his cheek as he flinched at the sight. He was panting and gasping for air between sobs. The guy only laughed as the ran his hand across his chest, mixing the cum with blood. It was sickening. But at least it was over.

"My turn."

He could only stare blankly at the other man now within the cell, stripping his pants down. No. No no no no. Please. Conrad. Help. Please. Every push and pull felt like he was being torn in two. Blood and cum was everywhere. His face, his chest, his legs. His arms ached from being held above him and he felt the burning pain shoot up his spine with every thrust. It was only until after all three of them had their way that they left.

Yuuri realized then that he was truly alone. Conrad wasn't coming for him. No one was going to save him. He was going to be raped and sold. And he was alone.

That thought was scarier than what happened.

They came the next night. And the one after that. Repeating the same actions each time. Shove it down his throat, beat him and cut him whenever he struggled, fuck him until all three of them are satisfied, and then leave him there soaking in his own blood mixed with their cum. By the third night, he was too dehydrated to even cry. His blood loss made him dizzy, and he couldn't focus. He couldn't even look at them anymore. He didn't have enough energy to even lift his head. Was it just from blood loss? Or did they break his spirit too? He didn't know. He couldn't even think. His mind was blank.

"Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" he felt a sharp kick to his ribs. The pain shot around his sides, following the bone. His empty eyes watched as a portion of his ribs sunk inwards when he breathed in instead of all going outwards like it should. That was a broken bone. That was a very painful broken bone. He should cry out in pain. Pain from the bone, or pain from his hips? Could he even cry out if he tried? He watched his side sink in with his breathing and realized it hurt. It hurt a lot. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt.

The same guy pulled his hair forcing him to look him in the eyes. What he saw was only empty black pupils staring past him. He smiled.

"Looks like you're finally getting the picture here, huh? Almost ready to sell, Boss."

"Good. Don't waste any time, then. Hurry it up."

He didn't waste any time.

Yuuri could only stare at his blood soaked chest going in different directions as he shakily breathed. He couldn't even feel the pain anymore. He couldn't feel anything anymore. He couldn't think. His vision was fuzzy. He couldn't do anything except watch his chest rise and fall and listen to the chains clatter.

Until he heard the sweetest sound in the world.

"Yuuri! Yuuri! Yuuri!" It was Conrad. His beloved knight had finally come. This wasn't a hallucination, right? Conrad was really here, right? Conrad was coming to save him, right? Right? Yuuri tried to lift his head up to see, but couldn't. It felt like a bowling ball was on his neck, and he had no energy to look up.

He heard a gasp. Conrad's gasp. There were yells and the sharp clashing of metal against metal rang out. Those men were going to die. Conrad was going to kill them all. Yuuri had to stop him. He had to tell him to stop. He heard screams. He heard the blood splattering against the walls. His stomach churned. It was sickening. Conrad. No. Please, stop. Don't kill them. Don't.

The words wouldn't come. His lips wouldn't even move. He heard his chains clinking before his arms fell down. He fell forward directly into Conrad's arms. His coat was splattered red, but after holding Yuuri, it would be even more red. He wanted to apologize for ruining his jacket, but instead, he closed his eyes.

"Yuuri! Are you alright? Please, speak to me! Yuuri!" Conrad was pleading. Yuuri tried to open his mouth. Tried to say he's fine. Tried to just open his eyes. But nothing happened. He didn't even have enough energy to open his eyes. He felt Conrad take his jacket off and wrap it around his shoulders. He lifted him up, and Yuuri would probably have screamed out in pain if he could have felt anything. He carried Yuuri away, stopping for a moment to kneel down again, before finally taking him to safety.

When Yuuri finally opened his eyes again, he saw a very worried Conrad hovering over him. He felt the soft bed beneath him, and looked down to see the bandages covering his chest and arm. He shifted his weight before cringing in pain.

"Yuuri, thank Shinou. Stay still, you need to rest. You have a floating rib and lost a lot of blood. Extremely dehydrated, too. Please, don't try to move just yet," Conrad was frowning. His voice was shaking. How unlike him. Yuuri's injuries must be really bad to make him lose his composure like this. He turned his head and gave a weak smile. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a hoarse croak escaped his lips. Conrad quickly grabbed a glass of water and held it against his lips. The cool liquid dripped down the sides of his mouth, but it was enough.

"Th...anks. I'm...good," Yuuri whispered with a smile. His throat was burning and his mouth was dry. He wanted nothing more than just to curl up in a ball and die, but he had to be strong for Conrad. He had to smile. He was safe now. He just hoped Conrad wouldn't think any less of him. He wanted to tell him he loved him, he wanted to hug him, he wanted to be held by him. He loved him with all his heart, but after what happened…

No one would ever love him.