Bffimagine: I'm back! Sort of… but here my new fic and it's more angsty than I thought I could ever write!
Ken: Then it shouldn't be that angsty after all.
Bffimagine: Kenken, the sarcasm isn't appreciated very much. But reviews are!
"Ken-kun," Omi murmured.
The aforementioned soccer player snapped out of his worry-filled reverie, turning his pale face toward the youngest Weiss.
"What can I do for him, Omi?" was his tense reply.
Aya was thrashing in his own used-to-be-immaculate bed, lost to the throes of his high fever.
Omi inwardly noted how obviously Ken was smitten with Aya. The little graces and considerations that he showed to no one but the red-head.
"Get the medicine from the 24-hour pharmacy. The prescription is over there," Omi nudged Ken in the direction of the bureau. Sure enough, about eight copies of the prescription were in a neat pile. Ken snatched one.
Yohji's face was grim and taut.
"Be quick, Ken."
Nidding, Ken bolted out of the room. He didn't bother going to the garage for his bike. He ran eight blocks down from the Koneko, turning to try and get through an alleyway—a shortcut.
BANG!
A gunshot rang out and pain exploded in Ken's right knee. He crumpled to the ground, eyes tightly shut in agony.
'I was too busy rushing to see him here!' the still-functional part of Ken's mind chided.
Ken made a valiant effort to get up and run, but he slipped on his own blood and crashed into the ground, breaking his left wrist in the process.
'Ran's medicine!' Ken thought desperately.
A dark figure grabbed Ken's injured wrist, making the assassin yelp in pain. No one save the stars and streetlamps could see the brunette's pain at one in the morning.
Masked by darkness, the stranger placed a bruising kiss to Ken's lips. He forcefully shoved his tongue into Ken's mouth.
Panic flooded Ken's mind. He bit down as hard as he could.
Curses spewed from the assailant's mouth. Ken attempted to scramble back but was thrown against a wall.
The scrape of metal against metal alerted Ken of his attacker's knife. A nearby street lamp glinted off of the steel, lighting the stranger's face enough for Ken to know what he looked like.
Dark blue hair in wild, ocean-wave spikes. Deep amethyst eyes glinting with a bloodlust Ken had never seen in eyes like that before.
Aya's eyes.
Another cry of pain was wrenched from Ken's throat as the stranger slashed his side with the knife. He was barely aware of the piece of cloth roughly shoved into his mouth and tied around his head.
Now effectively gagged, Ken couldn't scream.
"Are you a virgin?"
The rough voice of the attacker startled Ken. He didn't reply.
Knives liked skin. Ken currently had one pressed against his throat.
He nodded, feeling defeated and hating himself for it.
The man with Aya's eyes smirked, the malice in the purple depths frightening Ken beyond anything else. His mind kept making this man's face into Aya's, his beautiful, beloved Aya…
Who had just cut both his forearms open.
Fighting back the tears was harder than Ken thought. They welled insistently in his eyes regardless of his pleas to make them go away.
Mumbles were all the attacker heard from Ken due to the gag, and it infuriated him. He punched Ken hard in the face, making the eighteen-year-old's head whip to the side. Impact with the wall scratched and bruised Ken's other cheek as well.
Ken supposed what happened next was corollary. He felt his pants being pulled off and his legs yanked apart. He tried to close them but the blue-haired man made bloody lacerations on Ken's thighs with his fingernails.
Then came the biting and sucking and nibbling, some bruising, some bleeding. The worst, in Ken's point of view, was the freely bleeding bite mark in the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
"Just remember, pretty boy," the man with Aya's eyes warned, "That I was your first."
Strangely, the man who was about to rape Ken sounded painfully like Aya as well.
Aya's face materialised on the rapist's when the aforementioned criminal shoved himself into Ken, making the boy gasp and the pain of being torn apart inside.
Ken begged him to stop, but the man had no intention of doing so, even if he could hear the pleas from behind Ken's gag. He simply dragged his knife all over Ken's back, the blood running from the depth of the cuts.
He hated himself. Ken hated himself for being violated so badly, and he hated himself for betraying his promise—he wanted to save himself for Ran and give the red-head the most precious thing he had to give.
But now it was being torn away from him just as his insides were tearing.
Mixed blood ran down Ken's toned thighs, some from the merciless penetration and some from the gashes in his legs. The blood from the bullet hole in Ken's knee was coursing steadily down his calves.
Jagged fingernails were ripped across Ken's abdomen, leaving angry red marks in their wake.
Finally the rapist finished his deed, filling Ken with his fluids. Ken's tears went unnoticed by the attacker.
"My name is Shiinji. Remember I had you first. No one is going to want you now."
The words cut deeper than the lacerations on Ken's back.
No one would want you now.
Aya won't want you now.
Ken looked into the eyes of the attacker, making a mistake he sorely regretted.
Ran's face materialized over Shiinji's.
Shiinji said with Aya's voice, "I don't even want you now."
With that he turned and left. Ken pulled up his pants with his right hand. He dragged his less injured leg into his chest and cried.
He cried until the first light touched the horizon at three in the morning.
Then he tried to crawl back home, feeling used and dirty and worthless.
bffimagine: Whaddya think of the first chapter?
Ken: I don't like it.
Bffimagine: Naa, Kenken, that's a biased answer. Everyone else, please review!