TITLE: Baka-Usagi (Working Title)
RATING: T for strong content.
PAIRING: LaviYuu
GENRE: Romance/Drama/Angst/AU
POV: Lavi's.
WARNINGS: Boy love, obviously. Mentions of rape and mild torture. Possibly strong language.
SUMMARY: May 3rd, Yuu Kanda went missing. Lavi did his best to cope, hanging on a string of hope that one day his best friend would return. By sheer luck, he finds his friend in the worst of places, completely broken. As it turns out, Kanda had been kidnapped that night, tortured and raped. Battered and abused, Kanda is so out of his element that it scares Lavi. Suddenly being called baka-usagi seems like paradise. And Lavi would do absolutely anything to make things better, but better seems so far out of reach.
NOTES: So while I was thinking of drabbles for How We Got Here (Still working on that by the way), I realized something. There's so many fan-fics where something bad happens to Lavi that makes Kanda realize he loves him. But you don't really see it the other way around. So I asked MistressKanda, a friend of mine, which sounded better: the story you'll be reading here or a coma. She picked this one. Then we started talking about it, and I've got to say prepare the tissues for later. ._. The prologue is just here to get to the general setting, so I don't have to put in pointless flash-backs. I don't quite care for this chapter, but the next one is going to be better.
I will never forget May 3rd. I had been sick with the flu. How I had managed to get the flu in the latest part of spring was beyond me. But more importantly than that, May 3rd was the day that my best friend, Yuu Kanda, went missing.
At first, everybody thought he had run away. Originally, he had told Tiedoll, his guardian, that he was going to the cafe that we usually hung out at. Then after that, he was supposed to stop by my house and check on me. But somehow, he never made it to my house. The lady at the cafe had remembered seeing him. It wasn't as though Kanda (he liked going by his last name) was a particularly forgettable face. Piercing blue eyes that seemed to look through everything, slightly high cheek-bones and soft lips that rarely smiled, he was unforgettable. It'd be pointless to point out that I had developed a crush on Yuu some time ago. That aside, he had never made it to my house.
The police said it was probably a runaway case. After all, Kanda wasn't social, and therefore didn't have many enemies. However, they promised to keep the case open. Everybody seemed so fucking content to consider it a runaway though. It almost hurt because I knew it wasn't one. Kanda didn't run away from anything, and Yuu wouldn't runaway without me.
LKLK
The first week was the hardest on me. I wanted so much to get out of bed and search for him. Search because I knew he hadn't ran away, search because something was so completely wrong that I just needed to hear from Kanda to keep my world from collapsing in on itself. Except every time I tried to get out of bed, I was too weak to take more than a few steps. It was like torture, being confined to the bed when all I needed to do was get out. So I did the only thing I could. I called his phone, leaving messages until the inbox was full. Although, I don't think I filled it myself. Worry had long since settled in Tiedoll as well, and he was much like a mother duck looking for her babies. And when the inbox was full, I sent texts. Small ones. Just simple ones.
Yuu, where are you?
Let me know you're safe.
I hope you're okay.
I miss you.
Call me or something. ANYTHING!
Anything that I thought would get him to come around. Because if by some chance he did really run away, then I wanted to be the first one that got a damned good reason why.
But a reply never came. Not one single reply.
LKLK
Another week passed, then another and another, until finally a month had passed. A month and three days to be exact, which brought us to June 6th, Kanda's birthday. Of all the days that Kanda had been gone, that day had to be the hardest. Even harder than the first week. By this point, nobody really knew what to think. The runaway idea had long faded, and real fear had settled in. Nothing seemed right about it. With no sign of him anywhere, there wasn't much to go on. Hell, we didn't even know who to look at as a suspect.
Nothing made sense anymore. The only thing I was sure of was that I missed my best friend something awful. His birthday had done little to ease the hurt.
I spent his birthday at his house.
The atmosphere was somber at best and depressing at worst. Marie, who didn't say much anyway, sat quietly and observed. Tiedoll tearfully sketched away at a charcoal drawing of Kanda, in honor of his birthday. And Daisya, who was usually the loudest and most obnoxious of us all, sat quietly and read a book that Kanda had always told him to read. I just sat curled in on myself on the sofa and watched Tiedoll draw. The drawing hurt to look at. There was no celebration for his birthday. There was no point in having one. Kanda wasn't there to celebrate it anyway. We had no idea where he was. Cross, a neighbor and parent of my friend, had told us that it was probably best to prepare for the worst.
"He's probably dead by now. People don't just go missing like that."
But I would hear none of that. Kanda wasn't dead, he couldn't be dead. This was Kanda. He was strong, stubborn and damn near impossible. He just couldn't be dead. This was my best friend. The one I had been with since we were five years old! The one whom I had fallen in love with. He couldn't be gone, not without me getting to tell him.
He couldn't be dead.
That's the thought I clung to for the next three weeks. This strange hope that he was going to show up at my doorstep, apologies and a scowl at the ready.
But of all the scenarios that had played constantly in my mind since the day he had left, none of them could have possibly prepared me for what would happen the night of June 18th.
Ending notes: Reviews, please? If you deem me worthy, anyway. If not, I completely understand.