Rated: M

Category: Angst/Drama

Summary: Even Atobe Keigo has a vulnerable side, he and his friends are going to have their vulnerability pushed beyond limits.

Characters: Mainly Atobe and other Hyoutei characters.

Warnings: Mature themes: stalking, later on rape, assault, abuse, illegal confinement, abuse of firearms, kidnapping, blackmail, attempted murder, oh and yaoi… etc. -- Lots of laws there

Disclaimer: I do not own PoT nor any of it's Characters


That night, Atobe sat beside the sleeping Jirou, his arms folded across his chest. He didn't know what to say anymore, there was so many things he wanted to say and so many things he wanted to do but at the same time, he didn't want to do any of those things.

"Jirou, I'll be going…" Was all he said.

Jirou's eyes fluttered open, "You're really going?"

"I have to," Atobe said.

Jirou knew he wouldn't be able to stop Atobe even if he tried so he held up a charm, "Here take this, it's for good luck."

Atobe put the note in Oshitari's locker. Oshitari was one of the few people that Atobe actually trusted. The note was simple:

I'm going to confront him, it's somewhere in Shibuya. Don't worry, I'll be fine… if anything happens, contact my butler, he'll know what to do.

Still, he was having mixed feelings about going, he dreaded it, he was anxious. Atobe's hands shook as he held the phone, his body convulsing slightly, a habit he developed every time he was near a phone. Emotions welled up inside of him, threatening to explode but without fail, he pressed on.

Go under the bridge…

Atobe read the email displaying on his cell phone and looked up at the bridge in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he walked under it and paused.

Another Email came in.

Go down the stairs to your left

Atobe glanced at the dirty, half-broken stairs to his left and frowned. He didn't even know such dirty places existed. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and walked down the stairs, at the bottom was what seemed like a long corridor.

Walk down the corridor and turn right…

Doing as he was told, he turned right and reached the end of the corridor, there was a single door with a rusty handle. He took a deep breathe and opened it.

"So you really did come, you have more courage than I thought." A dark silhouette said.

"Ore-sama is not a coward, unlike you."

"I believe you're in no position to insult me, tono…" The 'tono' was said scathingly; a mockery.

Atobe twitched at the sarcasm, "Ore-sama can insult whoever ore-sama wishes!"

He would regret saying that later… because a hand grabbed him from behind and he blacked out…

When Atobe woke up, he was in a corner of a filthy dark room. He tested his hands and found out that his wrists were tied behind his back. Blinking at the single light to the side of the room, he focused on the man sitting at the table smoking in front of him. He was someone Atobe once saw in a conference meeting with his father but didn't recall too clearly. Atobe wanted to lunge at the man, hurt him, kill him, for hurting his friends… for hurting Jirou.

"Awake?" The man asked.

"Why did you do this?" Atobe asked.

The man laughed, "Because I hate you…"

"So you stalk me, hurt my friends, attempt to rape me and kidnap me…"

"I also love you…"

"What?"

"Imagine my surprise when I found out you were going out with Jirou," He chuckled, "You know, you're beautiful… way to beautiful for your own good." –Another chuckle- "Anyways, now that you're here…"

"Why…"

"Your family's company forced my family's company into bankruptcy, but I couldn't forget about you… I had to get back at you for everything."

"You're insane!"

"Am I? I guess it's no surprise…" The man licked his lips and came towards Atobe. "After all, I do love watching you suffer…"

"Get away from me this instant!" Atobe glared at the man, trying his best to get away.

"Don't worry…" The man bent over Atobe and cut of the ropes binding his wrists and legs, "It's not as fun if you're totally defenceless…"

Atobe caught a whiff of the nauseating smell of cigarettes and alcohol. Fighting not to puke, he calmed himself and tried to think of a plan. He looked around the room through the dim light and saw a pistol and switchblade lying on the table, four bottles of beer, three of which were empty and a poster of porn stars roughly taped to the wall.

Before Atobe had any coherent thoughts, the stalker held his shoulders and started to lick his exposed collarbone, his tongue slowly travelling up Atobe's neck. Atobe held his two hands up and shoved him away, getting up and attempting to fly at the switchblade, which was considerably closer than the pistol.

He was thwarted by the man, who hit punched him hard in the back of the head, sending Atobe reeling to the ground in pain. Atobe attempted to get up but was pushed down further, until he was lying face down on the floor. A hand slid into his shirt, softly caressing his body.

"GET AWAY!" Atobe rolled away from him and threw a punch at him.

"If you must do that, I'll tell you that I spent a year training at ShaoLin, you on the other hand, haven't had any training outside of tennis have you?" A maniacal laughter as he dodged Atobe's punch.

"You're going to kill me?" Atobe asked, his back to a wall and attempting to distract him.

"Slowly, painfully…" The man seized Atobe around the shoulders and kissed him fully on the lips. Atobe could feel his creepy tongue enter his lips in search of his own tongue. However, Atobe suddenly lost the strength to fight back, his body was weak and hopeless. Shivers of fear numbed him, he was immobile against the assault. Tongue met tongue, a slimy feeling welled up in the back of Atobe's throat as Atobe slowly began to give up. When the man finally stopped his assault, all Atobe could do was gently slide down. The man smiled to himself, the proud Atobe was almost broken.

Atobe's life slowly began playing before him, from the time of his first piano lesson, his first tennis match, having his parents appear before him on Christmas morning, his first girlfriend, his first day of junior high, his first time seeing Jirou. It seemed his life was full of firsts and surprises… Atobe smiled to himself, this would be the first time ore-sama is dying…

The man noticed that Atobe's mind was no longer in his room, Atobe's eyes had clouded over as the man tore open Atobe's shirt.

Ridiculous, Ore-sama dying? How obscene… I am Atobe Keigo… Atobe… the heir to the great Atobe…

As the man started on Atobe's pants, Atobe snapped back to reality and kicked the man hard on the stomach, sending him to the ground.

Atobe stood up, reaching for the weapons on the table but his eyes focused on something else, a photo album. First the pictures were of Jirou, his rape scenes. Disgusted, Atobe flipped through to an earlier date. Mukahi… Oshitari… Jirou… Shishido… Ohtori… Hiyoshi… Kabaji… pictures of them all doing ordinary things. Mukahi at the gym, Oshitari watching TV, Jirou sleeping on a bench, Shishido drinking Ponta, Ohtori reading a magazine, Hiyoshi practising tennis and Kabaji sitting in class. Atobe was entranced, and flipped again, finding pictures of himself, of him doing ordinary things. Sleeping in bed, swimming in the pool, riding his horses, reading a book, making-out with Jirou… Atobe flipped on. Pictures of a girl, sitting on a swing, nursing an injured bird, eating ice-cream. Under the pictures was labelled, Suzuki Yumi. Then another picture of a grave, reading RIP Suzuki Yumi, in your life you were loved, in your death you are missed. Atobe was about to flip another page, forgetting about the situation he was in when a hand grabbed him and pulled him away.


A/N: Another cliffhanger, please don't kill me… it kinda sux cuz I wrote it at 1:30… and I'm kind of drunk… ugh… I was reading Psychometrer Eiji a moment ago, the crimes reminded me of this so I started working on it. I finished it cuz i didn't want to torture you guys any longer. The conclusion will be the next chapter… if I ever get to it… please review, it'll probably give me enough of a boost to write faster!