Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica

WARNING: FORCE USE OF DRUGS

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Foreign

MISAKI POV

It had been almost a week since our departure, my whole body was feeling sore especially my neck, I hadn't had one night where I had a proper rest. It was always dark in this small cramped room, the men would often come to let us go out to use the bathroom since the toilets didn't work in this lower level. They only fed us twice a day, the portions were mainly steamed white rice. I felt extremely hungry and really wanted some proper meals like katsudon or beef ramen to satisfy my veracious appetite. Shinobu was my only friend, we would keep each other warm every cold night. When one of us would feel down, we helped each other, our bond and trust deepened. If it wasn't for Shinobu, who knows if I was here by myself, I would have tried to commit suicide already but I suppressed that desire. I wondered if this ship was going all the way to Italy, it's impossible, it doesn't have that much fuel. We're probably being taken elsewhere or another transport was waiting for us, who knows.

Our hands were still cuffed, my wrist was in agonizing pain from the metal digging into my skin. Purple bruises were likely present where the cuffs encircled my wrist. Shinobu's wrist was probably bruised like mine, most of them appeared due to the tugging force. Sitting down all day cramped my lower half so both of us decided lay down with our heads facing the ceiling and our uncuff hand resting under our heads for elevated support. I laid there with my eyes closed, our nights were getting warmer, could it mean that we were travelling down south in order to reach Italy?

Shinobu yawned. "Far umpff, my neck its cramped, I miss my bed so much," he complained as he stretched his tense body.

"Morning Shinobu you want to stand up to stretch better?"

"Yeah, ah gosh I swear I want crack it, so cramped," the blond mumbled as both him and I began to stand up at the same time.

I decided to stretch my back first, before Shinobu and I would walk around in circles to help our blood circulate and also to relief a bit of stress. We haven't seen the sun since we were kidnapped. I began to sigh, how long did we have to wait here? But sometimes I keep telling myself it was better to be here rather then to be sold off to someone who will do all sorts of inhumane things to me. Shinobu then asked me if I wanted to sit down, I agreed. This was around the time when the crewmen would bring us our food. We waited but half an hour had already passed. Did they forget about us? Then I realised something, I can no longer feel that the ship was moving, it was stationary.

"Shinobu, do think we have docked? I don't feel like the ship is moving at all."

"I think so but that was quick to travel half way around the world on a boat," the blond stated. "Or maybe they ran out of fuel."

Just as we were talking the metal door clicked and swung open. "Breakfast is here!" the man with the skull tattoo yelled.

He placed the tray of food on the floor. This was the part I hate the most, trying to navigate our way to the tray of food on the ground without stepping or spilling water. Last time Shinobu and I accidently knocked over the water bowl, needlessly to say we were thirsty for half a day. After we had located our tray we begun to eat our usual way. Once we consumed our food it was time for the water. I let Shinobu have the first couple of gulps before he handed me the rest. I reached out and gulped down the remaining liquid. Finally finished, I placed down the bowl and turned my attention to the blond.

"Hey do you want sit and lean against the wall now?" I asked. All I could hear was the blond murmur something before he collapsed next to me.

"Shinobu? SHINOBU!" I panicked. It wasn't long before I too felt nauseous and within seconds, my vision distorted and my surroundings blackened.

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Half an hour later after the boys have collapsed, the tattooed man opened the door, using a flash light he spotted them both unconscious on the floor.

"Yep they out alright, men you take them to the pier now!" the tattooed man ordered, signalling the other crewmen to come and take the unconscious pair.

Moments later the crewmen arrived, they uncuff the pair, bound them again and placed a cloth bag over their heads. They picked up the young men and hoisted them over their shoulders before carrying them up towards the upper deck. Outside was bright and sunny, the crystal blue waters were calm. They were somewhere near a tropical island down South. Due to the shallow waters surrounding the exotic islands, another small boat had to transport them to land. There awaits a private plane used to transfer goods in and out of a country illegally. The small boat docked at the wooden pier, there three men dressed in black suits and black glasses took the pair from the crewmen and transported them to their next destination by plane to Italy.

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Misaki awoke from his unconscious state, still feeling nauseated from the side effects of the drug, he moaned and begun to move his body. To his surprise his body wasn't bound, but rather his was shocked to find himself only wearing his navy blue underwear. He panicked and glanced around his surroundings, unlike the cold prison they had to endure, this room had wooden floorboards, the walls were fancy painted in light porcelain gold, and dark oak wooden frames lined the corners of the room. It felt foreign to Misaki, he knew this sort of room wasn't a Japanese design, but more European. He then knew he wasn't in Japan anymore and that they have arrived. Still nauseous and sea sick, Misaki turned to find Shinobu in the same condition, also wearing his underwear. He could finally see the boy in broad daylight, his dirty blond hair and his soft white pale skin. Shinobu was still lying inanimately on floor with his eyes closed. Feeling a bit relieved that his friend was still by his side, Misaki shuffled his body closer to him. He placed a hand down on the dirty blond's shoulder, shaking it roughly to gain his immediate attention.

"Hey Shinobu, are you awake?" the brunette asked softly.

The dirty blonde groaned weakly. "Ughhh where are we?" he asked, slowly opening his weary eyes to see Misaki's large emerald eyes peering down at him.

"I don't know but I think we're here. I'm feeling quite scared on what's going to happen to us," Misaki said with a worried expression on his face. He downcast his eyes in sadness.

Shinobu sat up slowly, still feeling a bit sick, Misaki helped him up with his right arm. They both had a good glance at each others face. They both sat next to each other again, used to this ever since they had no choice but to huddle for warmth, sleep and eat together in the harrowing darkness. Whilst observing their new environment, the door abruptly swung open.

"Are my honeybees awake now," came a foreign voice that the pair weren't able to recognise.

In came a middle aged man with slight auburn hair, he was wearing three piece suit that had an exquisite brown and white design to it. He was fairly handsome. However appearance didn't matter as it was the personality that had the pair freaked out. The foreign man approached them with an ecstatic smile.

"Konichuwa!" the man greeted. "My name is Frank, I'm your auctioneer. You boys are going to make me rich. Your auction starts tonight, but you probably don't know what I'm saying. Good lets kept it that way." His smile faded into a sinical smirk. Two maids, all looking fairly around their forties, entered the room with a thug dressed in a black suit and black glasses. Their faces stern, devoid of happiness.

"My workers here are going to dress you up nicely," he smiled. "Behave so I maybe I won't have to discipline you boys." He gazed down at them with a domineering aura before descending out of the room.

The pair looked perplexed at each other, they were definitely in Italy with all these foreign people around them.

Shinobu stood up. "Hey! What are you going to do with us?! Free us, we don't deserve this!" the dirty blond shouted with acrimony.

Frank turned his head slightly, smirking again before walking off, leaving the maids and the guard behind. Misaki lightly patted on Shinobu's hand, hoping to calm his friend, afraid that he might provoke the foreign man. The guard approached the pair, walking around them, he grabbed Shinobu's neck from behind and pulled Misaki's arm to stand him up. The pair resisted and tried to break free from the mans grasp. Shinoubu pushed the guard's masculine arm away, while Misaki slapped and clawed the his hand until it was rash red.

"Let me go!" they both protested in defiance.

Unable to control the pair the guard forcefully pushed Shinobu, causing him to plummet in great speed towards the wooden floor.

"Shinobu!" the brunette shrieked, shocked to see his friend treated harshly.

The guard fiercely turned to Misaki, with his palm he slapped Misaki across the face causing the boy to fall to floor. His cheeks became visibly red. His eyes watered from the stinging sensation on his face.

The guard was now incredibly angered by their behaviour. "You little bitches!" he gritted. With his Bluetooth microphone headset, he called in for assistance.

Shinobu staggered to Misaki's side after he saw the man assault his friend. The dirty blond wrapped his arms around him, creating a protective barrier. Not long after, a few more guards burst into the room, Shinobu was still holding onto Misaki. The guards snatched the pair, forcibly separating them. Fighting desperately, the men quickly grasped their cheeks, forcing the pair to open their mouths. Misaki was trying his hardest not to open his mouth after he realised that they were going to shove drugs down his throat. Shinobu was doing to same thing, trying to keep his lips sealed tight. They squirmed and violently flailed their arms, demanding release. Although the pair couldn't hold it much longer as their cheeks were becoming extremely sore.

Once their mouths parted, the guards took out a couple of white tablets from their pockets and pushed it into their mouths. They then placed a palm over to cover it, preventing them from spitting out the pills. After both of them had ingested, the men dragged them into a bathroom where the maids would clean their victims and dress them properly for the auction tonight.

Misaki was the first to shower, his body laid in a foetal position while the warm water drenched all over his exposed skin. The boy begun to murmur incoherent nonsense as the drug started to take effect. After a few minutes, he was dragged out by one of the guards, the rest of the guards resumed to their duties. The maids then begun to dry Misaki with a white towel, Shinobu was thrown into the shower after his friend. The dirty blond felt queasy, even worse when sea sickness and jet lag contributed to his nauseated state, his stomach rejected the substance. The boy had thrown up in the shower, diluting the potency of the chemical. Disgusted by the repugnant scene the guard grimaced and left it up to the shower to clean him. After the warm shower had completely washed him, the guard pulled Shinobu out, the maids continued their job on the next victim.

The pair were now dried and the maids proceeded to style the their hair. They were to be auctioned off naked but Frank liked his items to be polished to a standard. The naked pair were positioned to sit down, leaning back against the wall in the same room. A black collar with a chain was attached to their necks to add a fashion sense for the auction. Misaki sat there pitifully, his body begun to shudder involuntarily as the peak of the drug took effect. A few more hours and the auction would start, this was when the fate of the pair would be decided.