AN: hello again everyone, I am thrilled to be back! This chapter starts the first of 11 which I hope to post weekly. So far this is one of my favorite pieces and I am deeply in love with its development. On a more personal note, this fic is dedicated to a very close friend of mine whom has just told me he was Bi. So, as a shout out to him and all the rest of you I'll also be posting this on because no longer supports two of my chapters. I'll let you know which they are as you come up, or you can read my story from that sight if you prefer. Either way, please leave a review for me my first two chapters are a bit edgy and I am nervous.-But thanks for having me! And I am sorry it took me so long to post! JA!
Chapter One
And There Will Come A Day
By EdenEight
Ken's such a fighter; when he's overpowered, when he's outnumbered, when one of us grabs the last hamburger. He never gives up, nor surrenders, nor bothers to even contemplate the plain and simple fact the odds are against him; and lying low, and playing it safe are simply smarter, better choices.
I wince as he's roughly slammed in the stomach. Twice, by one of the goons whom are dragging him in. Yet still, he's struggling like any second he'll become the hulk and his body will morph into a thick bulge of muscle to over power them and save us. This is credulous. I can't preach though, it's not like I didn't fight when they drug me in here. I definitely put up my fair share, and now nurse my swollen jaw, and bleeding eyebrow as testimony. However, I didn't continue to struggle once they shoved my to the ground done with me.
I wince as he's roughly kicked in the ribs because he's attempting to follow them back out the door. Handcuffed. Gagged. Sore stomach, bleeding cheek, and black eye. Ken Hidaka. Hercules.
"Stop struggling." I say, around my gag and my words are muffled and slurred so there are no longer any strong constantans. He's frozen with my mumble before jerking as I bark his name, and I imagine his ears must be ringing from the blows to his head, for he can't seem to pinpoint where my voice came from or the fact it was me. "Ken!" I muffle his name a bit louder and like a cat his head snaps in my direction zeroing in on me. He sees me, and his tense expression drops with a bit of relief before his eyes begin sweeping the room with the same urgency and heart thumping need of a thief.
The room is simple, and dark with concrete floor and walls adorned by a single basement window located above me cascading light onto Ken shrouding me in the shadows. Hence, why he didn't immediately know, nor notice me. It's a tactical maneuver I executed placing myself here. If your enemy underestimates you in battle, it's a good thing, but it's all the merrier if they can't find you, or forget about you entirely. (That's a big plus, the biggest bonus of them all for it seldom happens. Seldom or never. ) Staying low and quiet in the shadows is a tactical maneuver I appreciate, and exercise on basically all of our missions. It's the reason I share the majority of our winning kills with Aya. It's why I subdued when they shoved my to the floor without hints they planned to further bother with me. It's likely with their plans this much array they may have forgotten about me already.
"Yohmm." Ken muffles my name once he's done scanning the room and I smile through my gag even though it's painful. Instantly he's trying to talk to me, slurring words and nodding his head to the door with the same adamant irritation I saw in his face when he tried to follow the men back out. It's remotely amusing he doesn't seem to realize I can't, nor shouldn't be able to understand him with the gag for he looks confused when I start resituating myself so I lean into the cold concrete and show him my cuffed hands. I think one of my fingers are broken. I begin signing words to him in our code; thankful it's one I don't need to use too often.
-Injured?- I sigh immediately.It's thee number one concern. Blood.
He shakes his head as I peer back over my shoulder to see him before arguing with his cuffs and arms so as to pull them to one side and sign back. -No. You?-
-No. Aya?-
-No.- He signs back, meaning he has no idea where Aya is.
-Omi- I sign; his is my favorite simply a giant O with your hand.
-Yes. Two. Ammo. Low. Disguise- He signs back to me and I sigh. Our signs are simple being that they consist of one-hand movement at a time. Therefore our words are always clear, to the point, and leave nothing to the imagination and unfortunately to detail. The most I can gather from Ken's sighs are he knew or saw Omi before being caught; he was low on ammo and was wearing his disguise still.
Now whether Omi was being trailed by two targets, fighting with two targets, taking down two targets, or simply near two targets, I can only guess.
-Two?- I sign back confused seeking clarification.
-Yes. Two- he signs back. Ass. He thinks I am confused with the number. Can't really penalize him though, for there was a time when even with all my graces I used to confuse my fours and twenties.
Flashback
"How many of them are there Yohji-kun?" Omi whispers through my headset as I scan the terrain hanging over the tree branch I am hiding on before sighing down to him. He gasps over the intercom before speaking.
"Where are they all?" I sigh back, two by front door, two by back. "And the rest?" He asks, and I sign back no, because there are no more. "No, the rest, where are the rest of them Yohji-kun?" He asks impatiently and I sign back no. What the hell is he talking about rest? "Yohji-kun." He hisses my name becoming annoyed before taking a breath and continuing with forced patience. "Where are the remaining sixteen guards?" He asks and by this time I am digging my intercom out of my outfit. Mad.
"What the hell do you mean sixteen more targets!" I hiss. "I told you where they were Two by the back door, and two by the front. I snarl annoyed. It's damn uncomfortable to lean over that damn branch and try and find his stupid guards.
"You said there were twenty!" He snaps back.
"I said there were four!"
"You signed twenty!"
"I signed four!"
"Well are there four!" Omi demands mad.
"Yes! Two by the back door and two by the front damnt!" I snarl hanging onto the branch for dear life.
"Fine! The sign for four is just four fingers Yohji-kun! Tapping your pointer finger to your thumb indicates ten and you did it twice so that means twenty!" He scolds huffing his words into his intercom and I am silent.
"It does?" I finally ask for lack of any intelligent comeback.
"Yes." He huffs, before sighing in hopes he can breathe his irritation away.
"Oh." I mutter taking a glance back through the binoculars in hopes something has changed and I can prove him wrong with the sudden appearance of sixteen bloodthirsty guards preferably all wielding strong blunt objects such as thick clubs, or sturdy chair legs, but nothing has. "Okay." I mutter.
"Learn your signs." He hisses obviously still peeved.
"Alright alight." I smile. "Don't shit a brick chibi."
He grunts and mutters to himself in disgust. "That's such a vulgar phrase."
End Flashback
-Omi. Where?- I sign shifting against the cold concrete numbing my arm into a steady throb.
-No- He signs back and I am getting down right annoyed I am stuck here with him. Why couldn't they have captured Aya!? He's the only one whom can sign complete detailed sentences! Somehow. -No- Ken repeats when I say nothing, and I have to reflect upon the fact that if I wish for Aya to be captured with me, that leaves only Ken the bumbling fool to come to our rescue, and no matter how much I love Ken, and no matter how frustrating attempting to sign ANYTHING with him is. I know I got the better deal having Aya out there, especially if Omi is low on-
My train of thought is ripped away when the door to our small back room is suddenly kicked in and one of the men whom drug Ken in reappears pulling Omi along with him. He's got his legs curled up a bit making the guards carry him; his head is hanging forward so all we see is the top of his head with the tousled strands of a five year old. Of course he's still in his disguise as Ken noted which is both amusing and unfortunate.
Flashback
"Ow!"
"Omi, hold still." I demand, ripping the Velcro wrap from around his stomach to start again.
"You're pulling it too tight!"
"Hey, that's how it goes on. It has to be tight because god forbid it undue while your strutting your stuff, they're all going to know…" I trail grinning down to his sulky features.
"I know. I know…I am not a girl." Omi drones as though reassuring himself. "Not so tight please." He grates turning to stand facing the bathroom sink gripping either edge as I begin again.
"Alright." First I gently wrapping the corset back around Omi's middle preparing to snap it up. "One, two, inhale." Omi instantly breathes in as my fingers fly down the clasps connecting, connecting, connecting. "Done." I declare as Omi exhales a burst of breath.
"Too tight." He instantly rasps grabbing at his middle like a pregnant woman trying to go down steep stairs. "It's too tight, I can't breathe well." He gasps turning to my smiling face.
"You can breathe fine." I reassured. "Stop trying to gulp, you have to wear it." I say quickly grabbing a tank top and ripping it over Omi's gaping figure. Gently I smooth it down so I won't put any more pressure on his already straining lungs but his chest was simply too broad. "There, take a look." I direct once it's in place and he side steps to the cheap mirror on the back of our bathroom door. "It really does the trick huh." I state when he stands there staring at himself in disgust, for the corset has pulled and tucked to hour glass his middle which with the added tank top looks completely natural.
"I look disgusting." He finally mutters to himself as his eyes slide down his now curvy form before landing on the rim of his boxers. His bodice now arguing fiercely with his loose boxers and the rest of him, which might be small but is undeniably masculine with taunt muscles, and male width.
"You'll look better in the dress." I reassure.
"That's a disgusting thing to say to me." Omi clips throwing his eyes at me through the mirror, but there isn't any hiding from this. One of us had to infiltrate as the prostitute, and Omi was thee most appealing choice.
"You know I didn't mean it like that." I sighed, slipping the dress over his head and letting him struggle with its foreign clasps and lace while squeezing himself in performing a bit of the hula. He doesn't ask for help and so I let him carry on and ignore his quiet but colorful language until he stands there staring at himself like he's going to cry. "It's a good disguise; no one on the mission is going to be looking for a woman." I state hoping to appeal to his logic that he'll be safer and more productive in this get up but he ignores me. His eyes are only glued to himself, as though confused with how easily, and more alarmingly, how convincingly he was altered to look like he's always had such a slim, winding middle. The dress, which is a cheap fabric, is cut right and it's fastened itself like a bad habit bringing out the places he wishes it didn't. The only part that now looks wrong is the bottom, which is puffing out with his underwear, and the top, which is floppy and loose against his flat chest. "You're going to have to loose them, you know." I say sympathetically and he already knows I am talking about his underwear because he's hanging onto them through his dress.
His eyes skip to me in the mirror looking desperate and miserable juxtapose his tight-irritated mouth and grit teeth. "Don't you think its probably psychologically damaging for me to be dressed like this and have to play the part of a prostitute?" He asks his voice a bit of both his expressions sounding mad and whiny at the same time.
"Come one now." I say dismissing his comment and picking up his bra and built in thee-most-real-as-hell-breasts I'd ever seen and more importantly-Felt.
"Do you get some sick satisfaction out of dressing me?" Omi snaps when I started slowly unbuttoning the back of the dress, and I'll just keep the fact I think he looks good to myself.
"Well I was hoping they'd make Aya opt for this part so I could snap some photos." I tease. "Blackmail the son of a bitch if he ever turns against me later you know?" I laugh and he smiles humored before it slumps a bit.
"Yohji-kun." He sighs my name with the suffix. "Do you though?" He asks seriously, nervously even. "Be honest?"
"It's interesting Ill give you that much." I admit. "And your rather fun to talk to when your annoyed." I add and he frowns extending his arms as I fit his bra on. "Plus, I don't think you would know how to clasp and unclasp this bra." I taunt.
"Yohji-kun! Can it!"
"Ok your babies are in." I snicker pulling the dress up over his chest again before stepping back.
"AH!" He squeaks slapping his arms over his chest. "You did that on purpose! I can't wear them like this!" He cries pulling his arms away to look at his natural looking boobs. They're firm, but loose so they'll bounce when he walks and the nipples are erect and crinkle the dress where they protrude so you know they're hiding underneath.
"What! It looks better like that!" I argue through my smile, but he's not convinced.
"This is so typical." He says glaring at me through the mirror while holding his fake nipples. "I am going to have everyone in the room groping me!"
"And you won't feel a thing." I grin.
"Yeah." He snorts sarcastically. "Hallelujah."
End flashback
Stay down!" The guard yelled shoving Omi forward before roughly kicking his back causing the kid to stumble and then fall face first into the ground because his hands are tightly cuffed. "Irritable bitch." The guy grunt cocking the small pistol he pulled form his pants before stomping back to the hallway and slamming the door behind him.
The instant they were alone he started pushing forward struggling against his own binds. It was as if with their discovery, their captors became more and more effective. He was bound with tight twine, Ken with a plastic ring, and Omi was cuffed.
"Omm? Omm!" Ken called kicking Omi gently where the boy lay catching his breath and slowly curling into himself so he could stand. The second Ken touched him Omi's hands started signing. –Injured. No. Ammo. Low. Aya. No. Injured?- Ken shook his head before he imitated gently. Watching Omi's blue eyes turn up from the concrete and peer out amongst the splats of blood that were leaking from his nose. It was an almost scary look, before the boy smiled. A sly, deviant smile, causing a small lapse of silence between him and Ken, because neither of them knew how to sigh –What the hell are you smiling for?-
A soft click of the door unlocking stole all their eyes, as they expected to see Aya creep in to release them. Hell, he'd done it before, but instead it was one guard, one they hadn't seen. Bigger, stronger, who simply opened the door with one swoop and stood before their target entered. Ruffled black hair, and long fitted coat casting a shadow as if he were a crow. His nose tightly pinched and long while his eyes blend in with the room, seemingly nothing but black pupils.
"I had a very specific agenda tonight." The man spoke the moment he stepped foot in the room. "Very specific. My business here, was NOT an InVITATION!" The man screamed, his anger suddenly visible, and sounding warning bells in his head. "Now, something of mine has gone missing, something of mine has been taken." The man said emphasizing the word mine with sharp eye movements and a patient reluctance to speak through grit teeth. "This will be returned to me, one way or another I can assure you. So you can make up your minds and decide for yourselves. Either you give it to me NOW or I FIND IT! Because I DO NOT HAVE TIME to…disrupt my schedule." The man finished calmly, eyeing them as though they were obnoxious children caught playing in their father's study.
He sat waiting then, against the wall just as he was supposed to, like an obedient child. The hard glare, the harsh look and sneer absent from his face. It wasn't time to provoke the man; it was time to feel him out. Time to find the best way to kill him. Ken and Omi imitated, and the calm, patience expression drained from those blackened eyes and aviary face faster than they could blink.
"Whom fought thee most?" The man suddenly asked, staring at them while speaking to his men.
"This one here sir." Their guard answered pointing to Ken whom instantly tensed up with the darkest glare he'd ever seen.
"I see." The man nod, studying Ken for a moment before dismissing him. "And whom, did not."
"Her sir." The man instantly point to Omi, whom still lie bleeding into the cold cement. From where he sat however he could see the boy's eyes close for a moment knowing he was in for it.
"Ahhh so you sent the woman to do your dirty business is that it?" The man asked growing a long smile as he beckoned for a guard to come in. "Send the little whore? The bitch? Less valuable is she?" The man chuckled as the guards ripped Omi to his feet and held him by either arm. "Very pretty." The guy smiled and he instantly began twisting his wrists with all the stealth of double O himself. Things were beginning to go in the wrong direction. Damnt, Aya was late. "Just give me what you have taken and I will let all of you go." The man cooed, his voice dropping from his frightening violent tone to the soft preaching words of a lover. "Hush now, you have nothing to be afraid of." The man soothed gently raising his hand and trailing it down Omi's face before stopping as a soft frown dented his forehead and he realized it before anyone.
The guy knew.
Perhaps it was because Omi did not whip his head to the side as a sign of rebellion when he was caressed. Perhaps it was because he simply looked too coy and angered to keep his eyes hidden from his thoughts. To know that he could and would be killing this man soon, with much satisfaction after having been put through all this.
-Slam- "Ahh!" Omi choked doubling forward when the man brought the hand he had just caressed Omi's face with into his crotch with lightening speed.
"Do you THINK THIS IS A JOKE!" The man screamed turning to them angered. "Give mE MY VIRUS!" He screamed switching his eyes from him and Ken in hopes they would cave but neither of them moved. "Fine. If this is how you want it fine." The man said instantly straightening up and running his hands through his hair to calm himself. "Make them talk. Him, stab him." The man ordered, casually pointing to Ken seconds before a large knife was thrown across the room and impaled into his shoulder. He winched again as Ken screamed through his gag for a moment before calmly trying to relax and not irritate his wound further. "Good." The man grunt turning to him and he stiffened as those black eyes zoomed in on him and seemed to read every trick they had right off his face. "As for the little bitch." The guy suddenly announced abandoning him and turning to Omi. "Give that little transvestite something to convince him to talk." The man ordered eyeing his men for a moment before leaving in swift confident strides.
The instant the man turned Omi threw himself at a guard; tackling him with all the weight in his body while using the man as leverage to kick the other in the stomach. "Siberian! Are you alright!" Omi yelled catching a good look at Ken as he fell before being ripped up and slammed back into the floor.
"You little faggot." The guard hissed holding his stomach while pressing Omi's head into the concrete. "Want the upper hand? Huh? Want the upper hand?" The guy chuckled trailing his hand down Omi's back and slipping it under the dress. "This is quite a little get-up you have here you little cross dressing cock tease." The man snickered as they watched Omi squirm a bit before simply huffing his breath into the dirt, and he exchanged glances with Ken. They had to decide, decide if the man took this further if they should intervene and risk more than they were supposed to. Capture rule 45 was to lie low and wait for rescue without causing injury or attention, but moral rule 1 was to help your fellow man. He exchanged looks with Ken because they both new if things moved forward, they couldn't watch this man rape Omi in front of them.
"No." Omi suddenly mumbled when they exchanged glances earning them his eyes. "No." The boy repeats softly while glaring at them, and telling them to stay put. "45. 45." Omi whispered closing his eyes, knowing their protocol and confusion and simply lying still trying his best to ignore the man grinding his face into the cement while feeling him up.
"Shut the fuck up bitch." The guy sneered; giving Omi a firm shove before standing up and wiping his face. "I can't do this on the filthy floor." The guy grunt, sweeping the room with his eyes before landing on him. There was all but nothing he could do when the guy cane forward and took him by the shoulders dragging him forward. "You're going to be nice and easy, you're going to do this nice and easy." The guy was saying pulling him forward before shoving him stomach down into the ground. "If you know what's good for that little bitch you'll lie still and cooperate, because I can make it so much worse." The guy snickered pulling a small container from his pocket and dropping it along his side before shoving Omi over the low of his back.
In the blink of an eye Omi used his body as leverage and swung his foot up into the man's face. Before the guy could even scream he planted another blow into his crotch before swinging his heel into the man's stomach. "AHh You FuCkinG little-" Omi cut that off with a second kick before scrambling up and off him as the door swung in with the commotion. "Get him!" Their injured guard yelled, pointing at Omi with venom. "That Little FUCKIng Shit, get that shit up his ass and make it hurt!" The guy yelled before Omi was tackled back into him.
"AHH! GET OFF ME!" Omi screamed, squirming about on his back and making it hard for him to breath. There was so much pressure on his chest as Omi bucked into him; frantically trying to kick whomever was over him before stilling with a harsh slap that sent the boy's head into the cement.
"Omi, relax." He whispered the weight of Omi and his captors was making it hard to breath. "Shh." He hushed watching Omi's eyes open after the impact blinking about without sense. "Listen to me." He began fearing the worst.
"Ah-AHH!" Omi suddenly cried, arching himself upward as much as he could and he saw panic and fear flood Omi's face then when the boy realized he couldn't get away. When they both felt the thin dress being torn up and the tight shorts he wore under them being torn down. "Oh my god, get off me." Omi ordered unconsciously before meeting his eyes with desperation.
"Relax, relax your muscles." He whispered, choking on his words as he strained his arms to the side to reach Omi's. "Stay looking at me." He whispered grasping two of the boy's fingers gently while nodding where he lay. Omi was breathing in gulps now, like a fish out of water, so close to hyperventilation as a far off expression trickled into his face and left his eyes looking glassed and dazed. "You're not by yourself. You're not alone.' He quickly tried to reassure before jolting as Omi's body twitched arching itself a bit before the boy's teeth grit.
"GET that Out OF ME! GET oFF OF ME!" Omi ordered screaming down to the cement. "STOP IT! GET OFF!"
"OMI!" HE snapped the boy's name as he heard chuckling, knowing the submissive begs, no matter how demanding only infuriated and satisfied the guards. "Quiet! Q-" he stopped dead as Omi jerked before a few beads of blood splattered down to his cheek. "Omi?" he rasped in panic before the corpse of the guard fell down on top of them and was then shoved off with dark gloved hands he recognized.
"Yohji get up." Aya ordered, pulling Omi to his feet and freeing him. He instantly drew his legs to him pushing up as fast as he could as Aya held Omi steady while pulling his pants back up.
"He-they-put something-something inside me!" Omi cried panicked. "Get it ouT! You need to-"
"-Later." Aya answered harshly, yanking at the boys cuffs before abandoning them for Ken and leaving Omi standing there shaking.
"Please! I don't know what they put in me! You have to get it out!" Omi yelled frowning at Aya whom ripped the knife from Ken's shoulder and began a quick bandage without removing the gag. HE picked up the bloody knife and began sawing at his own restraints.
"Omi we need to leave now. It will take them.." Aya glanced at his clock. "Only eighty more seconds to reach us and I don't think I can save you all a second time tonight." Aya said grimly before ripping the gag off Ken's face while tying the last of the bandage.
"Nice to see you too Aya." Ken spit bitterly before stumbling up with Aya's help and moving towards the door.
"Uncuff me." Omi whispered following them.
"No key." Aya answered monotone. "This way, and keep up." Aya ordered before slipping out to their right and disappearing. He shoved Omi in front of him and tightly held the boys arm as they ran before slipping down into the vent they had crawled through to get in.
"Now get it out of me?" Omi whispered the instant they were outside but Aya simply kept moving and so did they. They couldn't stop and do that, no matter how bad Omi was making them feel wincing as he ran before breathing though his mouth in low shallow gulps coping with the pain.
The outdoor night was cold, and the small shipping dock they were leaving behind them suddenly began lightening up with the discovery of their escape, murdered two guards, and information that would not be returned.
"This was supposed to be one of those damn open and shut bullshit cases." Ken groaned as he ripped their rental car door open and let the guy slump into the back.
"I'll drive." He informed getting a look at Aya's bloodied and nicked up form. Aya simply nodded taking the passenger side as Omi crawled into the back with a heavy wince and lay down using part of Ken as a pillow.
"I need this out." Omi whined as he started the car. "Please it's starting to hurt pretty bad."
"How long does it take us to get back?" He asked, sending an unsteady glance to Aya. They could probably spare a minute to help the kid.
"The hotel is seven minutes away, we're not sitting in the car and incriminating it any further than our drive requires." Aya snapped harshly and he hit the gas.
"Ahh." Omi suddenly broke a groaned cry in the back, which brought Ken to reality a bit.
"Omi we'll fix it in seven minute just try and relax." Ken hushed gently stroking the boy's shoulder with his good arm.
"I can't. It burns. I think it's burning me." Omi gasped breathing down to the seat to hide his face and muffle his audible discomfort.
"You guys maybe we better pull over and fix this." Ken called up to the front seat with a worried expression. "He's sweating pretty hard.' Ken added making Aya tense for a moment. They all knew Omi had a high thresh hold to pain.
"Please ONE MINUTE!" Omi yelled at them sounding mad. "Just ONE!"
"IN four we'll be clear." He muttered keeping the gas petal as close to the car floor as possible.
Omi's tones stung.
Oh my goodness, I hope that was enough to get you hooked because I won't have more till next week. Chapter 2: Masculinity equals the phrase, Grin and Bear it is about twice this length and really what I am worried about. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! This is the start of a new fic and I am nervous! sets plate of cookies out for all reviews Thanks!