The story randomly got really dark this chapter. This was originally suppose to be part of a bigger chapter, but I've decided I'd rather do quick updates than big chapters.

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Nagisa shivered in the cold, his knees aching from the hard floor beneath him, and his wrists hurting from being bound behind his back. They were being kept in an abandoned warehouse of some sort by the green sleeves gang.

After the confrontation in the car, they'd been held at gun-point and forced to come here;

"So. You have two choices. Either come with us and don't cause trouble. Or get your brains blown out all over the back of this filthy fucking van. Okay?" The leader said, as he brandished his gun. Nagisa, still confused as to what was going on at the time, could only stare in fear. Asano on the other hand, stood up, stepping in front of the smaller boy, looking the man with the gun in the eye.

"There's been a misunderstanding. We're not members of the cent gang. We're just passengers. There's no benefit in you taking us." The blond said. Nagisa was surprised by how calm he sounded, but if you looked at him closely you could tell that Gakushuu was just as afraid as he was. Maybe even more so.

"Hm. Is that so?" The leader said, hopping up into the back of the van with them, waving his gun inches from Asano's face. His smirk widened when the boy flinched away. The leader was a big and muscular with dark shaved hair. But his eyes were clever and menacing. "People sure do change their loyalty quickly when there's a gun involved, don't they."

The leaders eyes lingered on Asano for a moment, before traveling backwards and resting on Nagisa. The blue haired boy was frozen in place, unsure of what move to make. "Don't get me wrong, kid. I believe you. You and your little friend don't look like your in the Cent gang." The leader said, and Nagisa felt a tiny surge of hope. But his relief was premature, as the man continued. "But we didn't waste all these bullets on nothing. We're getting something out of this. You and your friend look like you could bring in a nice ransom. And if not- well, your friend has such a pretty face, I'm sure me and the boys will think of something fun to do with him~"

Nagisa felt a chill as he caught onto the implication.

"You're making a mistake!" Asano started to say, amethyst eyes widened with panic. The leader just smiled and grabbed the boy's wrist, dragging him out of the van. Nagisa followed automatically. Despite the other gang members, he wasn't one to sit back while somebody else was in danger. The light outside assaulted his eyes. They were on a country road in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by open fields that stretched for miles.

As soon as the blue haired boy left the van, strong hands grabbed him, but that wasn't what he focused on: In the front seat of the car, the driver sat slumped, his eyes half closed, dark red blood streaming over the wheel.

Oh God. They killed him. Somebodies actually dead.

The severity of the situation hit Nagisa like a ton of bricks. His legs went weak for a moment. The leader was right by the window next to the murdered driver, one hand holding the gun to Gakushuu's temple, the other gripping his hair, forcing his head up, making the boy look at the body.

"See." He hissed into the blond's ear, tugging at his hair harder when he tried to look away. "We aren't fucking around here. If you get in my way, I have no qualms about executing you right in front of your little boyfriend."

Asano didn't answer him. There was no clever response. He just stared at the body with horrified expression, amethyst eyes wide. He allowed the leader to pull him into the other van, Nagisa had no choice but to do the same.

"We're going to have a lot of fun together, sweetheart."


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