Rejuvenate Chapter 2

There isn't any actual smut in this chapter, just a lot of touching so it's still rated T. When it actually happens I'll change it to M.

Warnings: A lot of touching/kissing and potty mouth language. Grammar and spelling errors may be present.

Enjoy

Day 01

He fought back ferociously.

He snarled like a caged animal when they touched him, running their hands down his body suggestively, taking turns every hour or so. It made him want to vomit, disgusted beyond belief.

He bit and spit in their faces every chance he got and received dozens of blows in return.

"I'm glad there's some fight in you. It would've been too easy if you just gave up like a pathetic little slut." The man that was currently straddling him snickered and grabbed his jaw in a tight grip.

The thief growled lowly and spit again.

"You're disgusting." He hissed, pulling at his tied up hands. The man's nails dug into his skin roughly, drawing beads of blood.

"Hey now, don't you get too feisty. Clients don't like pets that aren't trained." Chapped lips crashed onto his bleeding ones without warning and he fought even harder.

"S-stop!" He hissed, twisting his head back and forth to break the kiss. He didn't want this. He needed to get away. The magician rolled to his side, crawling, desperately trying to avoid the bastard's hands. Pain shot up his entire body and he curled in on himself with a cry he muffled with the bed sheets. The wounds he had gotten when he was first caught the night of the heist were still throbbing relentlessly and he couldn't ignore them anymore.

He let out a gasp of shock when a hand grabbed his ankle and yanked him back.

"G-get away from me." His eyes widened as his heart pounded faster and faster. He nearly added a please at the end of his sentence. Deep down, he knew he was defeated in this situation. The man would not listen to his words. He had tried to talk and negotiate the second he had woken up, but the people here were not interested. They were more interested in…other skill sets.

He shuddered when he was presented before the man's wandering hands again in a deceivingly gentle way.

Staying calm was the key in this situation. He was the Kaitou Kid. There was nothing in the world that he couldn't escape. He…just needed to stay calm and think carefully…that's right...calm.

He couldn't drop his masks now. He had people to protect. He had a goal to reach. He wasn't going to give up here.

"It seems you need to be properly trained." The gentle hands dropped the façade and turned rough again, grabbing at his spiky hair. They pulled his head back and he gasped in pain.

"Pets don't show any signs of discomfort while servicing their master." The man scowled as if lecturing a student that had fallen asleep in class.

"F-fuck off." He whispered, trying to move his head away from that tight grip.

The man chuckled and lowered his head, placing his lips on his trembling neck. Disgusting slurping noises filled the air as he sucked at the pale skin loudly and crudely. Kid closed his eyes and clenched his tied hands in shame. He was barely clothed, save for a pair of shorts that were dangerously sliding off, leaving him feeling extremely naked and vulnerable. He didn't know where he was. There were no windows and no outside noises to help him deduce. This man wasn't the only one around. There had been ten more that brought him into this bedroom for 'conditioning'. They had been sent away the moment they dropped him off but the thief had a feeling they weren't too far away, standing at the door, waiting for their turn.

They were all foreigners, with handsome features and slender frames. He was not fooled though. They all had that same predatory look in their eyes that unnerved him to no end. The man that had offered to be his 'instructor' was a Japanese man however, with young handsome features.

Kid could only see a monster towering over him.

To his terror, the man shifted again, pinning him to the bed again, grinding slowly on his hips deliberately. It sent disturbing shivers down his spine and he let out a traitorous moan, cursing himself the moment he let it out. The shame burned in his heart and he glared at the satin bed sheets.

"That's better." The man smiled happily and Kid almost thought the sick bastard was going to pet him on the head. The thief didn't stop glaring holes through the man's forehead that was slick with sweat.

"Next lesson." He let out a cry of surprise when the hands slid down from his sides until they dipped into his shorts, tracing every curve and edge of the teen's body.

"Mmm…" The man hummed into his neck as his hands began to pull at the already loose shorts. "I'm going to enjoy this one."

That was when the tears started to leave the thief's eyes.


"Is he even alive?"

"I've been doing this every time you bring a new one in. Do you doubt my skills, Mr. Blanc?"

"Of course not Mr. Kousuke. We trust your skills."

"Then what's the problem?"

"He's a special case, you know that."

"Hah, does it even matter? Internationally wanted thief or college brat, it doesn't matter. Eventually…they all break."

"….Is he ready?"

"For his first client? No. He is still too rebellious. He would not get good feedback if he were to be assigned to a job so early."

"You cannot convince him?"

"You see all that blood? No, even after that he would not admit defeat."

"Did you…."

"…Yes. But his answer was still no. He's a strong brat. As expected of the Kaitou Kid. Capturing him was the easy step."

"…We will have to use it."

"I agree, if we don't he'll end up too damaged to fix."

"You didn't have to beat him up so bad. Look, he's not even waking up."

"He was banging his head against the headboard to knock himself out, the little bastard. Had to drug him into lala land before he could bash his head in."

"Such an unruly pet."

"I've only gotten through two lessons. There is still much to teach."

"I'm afraid you'll have to put your lesson plans on a halt. It's time."

"…That's right. I'll get him ready."

"You'll be the one presenting him."

"Ehh? Why?"

"It would be best if those idiots heard from their native tongue."

"I guess that's true. Hahhh, I'm not very good with public speaking."

"Get over it. Label his file Rejuvenate subject #147. We already sent out the package. They'll be receiving it in two hours."

"Yeah, yeah."


"A package?" Nakamori eyed the box warily, his hands resting on his firearm for comfort.

"It arrived this morning, sir." Sawada nodded in confirmation, his nervous glance never leaving the parcel.

It looked innocent enough. It had passed gunpowder testing and was too small to be anything truly threatening. There was a huge insignia of two silver roses with their stems intertwined in a mess of thorns and leaves.

"It's the same design as the one of the gun we retrieved…." Hakuba told the inspector grimly. He had been spending most of his day running from department to department, soaking up any new intel he could find.

"I know." He replied just as coldly, eyeing the pistol sitting in a plastic bag on his desk.

"W-when will we open it, keibu?" Yakima swallowed nervously, staring at the item with the large naïve eyes of a rookie.

"When Megure and his group arrives. We agreed to do a joint investigation." Nakamori sighed. Technically, Megure's department was in charge of homicide and he knew the thief was alive.

He had to be alive.

The entire Metropolitan department was scrambling to find details and evidence. But he worked best with Megure's group.

There was a knock at the door and the taskforce looked up and greeted the Homicide department with nods and mumbled salutations.

"I thought you were getting Mouri on the case. I don't see him." Nakamori nodded when Megure walked up to stand beside him at the conference table in the middle of the room.

"He's currently in Nagoya with Ran-kun. She's planning to apply to Meidai and they're at a college tour."

"Fucking fantastic." Nakamori muttered.

"Don't worry, we'll send the information to him after we open the package and find out more." Megure attempted to appease the other man. He just nodded, unconvinced.

"You said, you found it in your department's mailbox this morning?" Shiratori circled the package several times, muttering dimensions under his breath.

"At six thirty eight exactly." Nakamori broke in sharply and Shiratori nodded.

"Did you see who it was?" Satou asked.

"No, we went through security footages dating back to when we last checked the mail twenty seven hours ago. I didn't see anything." Either they were fucking magicians or they had a way to hack into the security feeds and leave virtually no traces behind.

"Well…I guess the only thing left to do is open it." Megure took a deep breath and looked over to his friend.

"I'll do it." Nakamori said boldly, daring anyone to protest. No one did, so he stepped forward, hands outstretched.

The room grew deathly silent as he did so. The outside noise from the other divisions in the building seemed to disappear as they all held their breath in anticipation.

The parcel paper ripped loudly and he almost flinched when he removed all the paper and grabbed the letter cutter from his desk to cut the tape. With trembling hands, he took a shaky breath and lifted the lid.

"It's…." He blinked, staring at the object in the box.

"What? What is it?" Takagi squeaked out as he gripped his notepad tightly.

"A tablet…"

"A tablet? It's not a repeat of your kidnapping fiasco is it, Takagi-kun?" Satou deadpanned at her partner who just laughed nervously.

"Turn it on." Megure ordered and Nakamori nodded, carefully lifting the tablet out of its cocoon of packaging peanuts with gloves.

"Let's see…" He muttered to himself and clicked the on button. The company logo appeared and glowed. He could hear all the other officers in the room crowd behind him, yearning to seek a glance. He watched as inspectors from other divisions were quietly entering the room, wanting to find out more too.

"Tch, Sawada! Get a fucking cable and hook it up to the projector. I feel like the entire building is breathing down on my back." The seasoned officer nodded and ran off to dig in the drawers.

By the time they got the tablet hooked up to a large screen, the company logo had faded away and in its place was the double rose insignia.

They stared at the eccentric design nervously, wondering when it would change.

"Send the feed to Mouri-kun's email as well. He would want to see this when he gets home." Megure ordered the officer from the tech division and the man nodded, typing rapidly.

Hakuba looked around the room with a frown. Within minutes, the news had travelled and the room was nearly packed with inspectors and high ranking officers.

He picked up the ripped packaging paper and read the address.

It was addressed to the airport not too far from the city. This meant these people were keeping Kid overseas somewhere and they have men in Japan to do local work. The men here would pick up the package and bring it to the police department secretly.

He blinked when he heard all the whispers die down and glanced up. To his horror, the insignia slowly faded away to show a scene.

"Bloody hell…." He whispered and heard the officers around him gasp similarly.

"Kid!" Nakamori shouted out, his eyes wide as he stared at the screen.

The little words at the bottom on the screen told them it was a live feed. The background was very plain and vague. The walls were a dark gray color and the floor was white carpet. There was no furniture save for the chair and table in the middle of the room.

And Kaitou Kid laid at the foot of the chair.

He was wearing a blue shirt similar to the one in his uniform and a pair of black shorts that showed off the cuts and bruises adorning his pale legs.

He was lying on his side, his face towards the screen. The entire police force could see the dark bags under his closed eyes. They could see the bruised and split lip. They could see the monocle with the hairline crack on the glass. They could see the thin stream of blood dripping from his hairline down onto the white carpet, staining it. They could see the faint traces of tears. They saw every detail that was enlarged by the projector onto the big screen.

Hakuba watched several officers get up and leave the room in a hurry while others stayed shell-shocked at the sight of the untouchable thief brought to such a low state.

"Get a fucking team out there tracing this feed, damn it!" Nakamori roared to the audience of officers and five officers shouted an affirmative, pushing past others to get to the computers in the front of the conference room.

"I'm afraid that would be futile, keibu-san." Everyone stiffened at the voice and searched the screen for any sign of another person.

A man walked into sight and strutted his way to the chair. He was young, 27 years old at most, with black hair reaching past his ears. He wore a stylish suit that clung to his body tightly and he held an air of confidence around him. His smile was eerie and disturbing and his eyes screamed predator.

"Who the fuck are you?" Nakamori glared at the screen and other officers growled in the same sentiment.

"Please please, let's avoid all that dirty language. We have children in the room." He giggled and took a seat on the ornate wooden chair, stepping down on the thief's head with one foot.

"Hey!" Nakamori yelled again when he saw the thief groan in pain, not yet waking up.

"Please, be at ease. I am not your enemy here." The man smiled but did not lift his foot.

"Not our enemy? Could've fooled me." An officer shouted from the back and a loud roar of agreement erupted.

"I thought this kid here was your enemy." He put more pressure on his foot and Kid whined again, his brows twitching.

"Get off of him, damn it!"

"I am merely taking away an inconvenience. He has been making a fool out of you guys for years, hasn't he? Isn't it better for us to take care of him for you?" The man ignored their demands and looked down at the unconscious thief, pulling a confused expression onto his face.

"He may be a pain in our ass but he is still one of our citizens. We will apprehend him and he will face our judgment not yours." Hakuba spoke up quietly and all eyes turned to him.

"That's right! Kid is our responsibility!"

"Don't underestimate the police force! We'll take you all in!"

"Bastard!"

The man merely looked at them all with the same amused twinkle in his eyes. He focused on Hakuba, sizing up the British teen.

"Hakuba Saguru was it? It's an honor to put a face to the name. This child was calling out for you, you know."

The detective stiffened and stared at the unresponsive thief. Kuroba….was?

"That's right…" The man cooed as if reading his thoughts. "He was asking for help you know. Begging for it. Hakuba! Tantei-san! Tantei-kun! Help me! Save me! Keibu, please help!" They all winced and looked down, refusing to acknowledge the fact that Kid would beg for help.

The man chuckled and looked down at the thief.

"Where were you guys when he called for you, oh so responsible police force?" They didn't answer and he laughed before continuing. "I think it's about time you left the dream world. Wake up!" He kicked the magician in the back of the head and was rewarded with a choked cry as the thief winced, curling in on himself as the pain registered.

They watched in shock as Kid twitched and struggled to move as he opened his eyes dazedly.

"Kid? Hey Kid!" Nakamori shouted at the screen repeatedly, waiting for Kid to acknowledge.

The thief heard the commotion and his eyes snapped into focus as he glanced around bewilderedly.

"Wha…" His voice was hoarse and low as if he spent his remaining ounces of strength screaming until he could no longer produce any sounds.

He looked into the camera and came to a conclusion quick.

"K-keibu?" He mumbled and then turned his head with a snap to glare up at the man.

"You bastard!" He snarled and attempted to lunge at his captor even when his hands were tied behind his back.

"Easy, pet." The man spat as he easily kicked the thief in the ribs, causing him to choke on air, falling back to the ground with a thud.

The man turned back to the camera.

"Ah my apologies, he really is unruly." He sighed apologetically and Nakamori growled.

"What do you fuckers want? Money? Jewelry? Information? Revenge?" He listed off the usual list of demands involved in hostage takings, hoping at the bottom of his heart that it was one of them.

The man blinked in surprised and laughed again.

"No no, we are very well provided for, thank you very much. I doubt you have any information that we do not know already. Revenge? No, we have no quarrel with this child."

"Stop calling him that." Nakamori growled. He had been chasing this man for two decades, he hated how the thief was being degraded to being called a brat.

"I only speak the truth." The man smiled and Nakamori swore again. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew. The frail, trembling frame of the thief's body, the wide eyes. It was a brat. The Kid was a child.

This made the situation many times worse.

"If you have no quarrel with him then why do this?" Hakuba spoke again, knowing Nakamori could not anymore. These people knew how old Kuroba was. Perhaps they even knew his identity.

"Why?" The man pulled a pondering expression to his face and Hakuba wanted to punch it right off.

"Hmm, well you see…" He bent down and grabbed the thief by his hair. Kid swore at him and shook his body back and forth. The grip tightened and he winced.

"He's charming….exquisite…beautiful." He used his other hand to caress the thief's cheeks and Hakuba wanted to vomit.

"What do you need him for?" He swallowed painfully and asked.

"For his skill of course." The man chuckled and moved to do the most unforgivable thing.

He dipped his head down and pulled Kid in for a deep, vicious kiss.

Hakuba swore under his breath and slammed a fist onto the table while the officers yelled in outrage.

The detective watched the thief struggle against the captor and felt a pang of satisfaction when the man withdrew suddenly, lifting one hand to nurse his bleeding lip. Kid was panting, blood painting his lips as he spat at the man's face with a sneer.

"Kaitou Kid works for no one." The thief whispered hoarsely and Hakuba thanked the gods for keeping Kuroba strong.

"Tch, more training is needed then." The man hissed, his smile gone.

"No." Hakuba whispered as the man reached into his suit jacket and pulled out an object.

In a blink of an eye, the cap was ripped off and the needle was jabbed deep into Kid's neck.

"NO!" Nakamori roared, watching Kid's eyes widen as the green fluid left the vial and entered his system.

The man dropped the thief and Kid immediately curled in on himself, yell after yell escaped his lips as he twisted back and forth. His back snapping completely straight sometimes and arching into a near perfect curve at other times

The conference room echoed with Kid's pained screams and some left the room again while some just closed their eyes, not wanting to see the pain anymore.

"What the fuck did you do to him!?" Nakamori was screaming over the thief's screams.

"We will meet again, Tokyo Metropolitan. Until then." The man smiled and nodded to someone off camera. The screen turned black and the pained yelled ended abruptly, leaving the room deathly silent save for the quiet sobs of some emotional officers that could not handle the video.

"What…the actual…fuck." Nakamori collapsed onto his knees, staring at nothing as Megure placed a comforting arm on his shoulder.

"We will be holding a meeting. Everyone involved in the case needs to show up to Conference Room C tomorrow morning at eight." Megure announced quietly before taking his leave with the rest of his department.

Soon, everyone had left the room in silence.

Hakuba stood in the middle of the room, staring at the tablet, his expression unreadable.

I'll find you Kuroba…I swear it...just hang in there.


At the Mouri detective agency, all the lights were off. The only source of brightness came from the glowing computer screen. The room was empty, but it looked as if a tornado had ripped through without warning. Pillow cushions were lying on the floor, papers were strewn everywhere, flying around when the fan's soft breath reached them. There was a mug on the floor, shattered into pieces. The desk was a mess.

The chair was unoccupied but the screen showed an email account with multiple subscriptions to Okino Yoko's fanpage, fanclub, and magazines. One particular message stood out from the rest and was opened.

A small window was opened to show a video feed that showed nothing but darkness.

Long ass chapter, damn lol. I should be studying for a Physics final, not doing this. OTL

I actually drew something for the first time in a longgg time. I thought it turned out decent. I colored it and everything. My own fanart for my own story *clapclap* I don't have a scanner tho pfftt I want to show you lovely children tho *dilemma*

Thanks for reading, reviews are lovely. Suggestions are welcomed. *hugs*

See you soon.