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"Nothing?"

"It's the same as that one whor-"

Yagyuu's eyes flashed. "I swear to god, Sasaki, if you were about to call him a whore-"

"Fine!" The technical analyst glared up at the detective. "Fuck, who the hell pissed in your cornflakes? All the other names you had me run turned out the same. All records stop after a certain point in time. Some of them have been missing since January."

"That's six months..." Yagyuu rubbed at his eyes for a moment. "Tell me everything."

Sasaki sighed and clicked a few times. "Let's see... The oldest is the Niou kid. Then some other kid named Fuji Syusuke. He and his younger brother Fuji Yuuta went missing a little less than a year ago. Kikumaru Eiji went missing a few months later. Zaizen Hikaru has a record for drug use. He was reported missing in April. Mukahi Gakuto was reported missing last month, in May. Only two of them have a record, Niou Masaharu and Zaizen Hikaru. The rest of them are clean. Mukahi Gakuto came from a very rich family. It seems they have a private investigator on the case. And- ...Oh. That's some fucking love, right there."

Yagyuu raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Seems like Mukahi Gakuto's boyfriend also has a private investigator on the case."

Yagyuu nodded. "Boyfriend's name?"

"Oshitari Yuushi."

He sat with his back against the wall and Gakuto's head in his lap. Fuji was sitting next to him, an arm tucked protectively around his sleeping brother. Gakuto was having a nightmare, jerking and whimpering. There wasn't much Niou could do for him except be there when he woke up.

"Who do you think Yuushi is?" Fuji asked softly when Gakuto whispered the name again.

"Iunno." Niou shrugged. "Brother? Best friend?"

"Boyfriend?"

"Maybe."

"Does it matter?" Zaizen spat bitterly from across the dungeon-like room. "He ain't ever going to see the kid again anyway."

Eiji frowned at him. "Don't be like that, Hikaru. You have to have hope."

"Fuck hope." Zaizen muttered. "Fuck all of this."

Gakuto suddenly jerked awake with a gasp. Niou immidietly pulled him close when he let out a hushed, "Masaharu?" He held the boy until he stopped shaking and managed to compose himself. "I'm okay." He assured. "I'm fine."

The door flew open and banged against the wall behind it. Yukimura stood there, eyes livid. Niou wasn't sure whether to be surprised to see Yukimura (He never came down there. He always sent Sanada), or be frightened at the degree of anger he was radiating.

"Starr." He snapped out.

Gakuto raised his head cautiously.

"Come here. You're going to do something for me."

Gakuto got to his feet and crossed the room. Yukimura gripped his wrist tightly and dragged him up the stairs, pulling the door shut with a clang.

"I hope he's okay..." Whispered the now-awake Yuuta.

"He'll be fine." Niou assured.

Hours later, Yuuta had fallen back asleep in his brother's arms, Zaizen had lost his bad mood and was writing words in the dust on the concrete floor, and Eiji was talking quietly to Niou about what they were going to do when they got out of there. They did that often. They'd always make huge plans. They talked about making something out of themselves. It gave them a sliver of hope. It helped them make it through the night.

The door creaked open, and they all (minus Yuuta, of course) snapped their heads over to look at it. Yukimura stepped out of the shadows of the staircase and into the dim lights of the basement. Blood splattered the front of his clothes and he was wiping stained hands on a wet rag. He had a satisfied smile on his face that made them shiver.

"Where's Gakuto?" Niou asked suspiciously.

Yukimura raised an eyebrow.

Niou rolled his eyes. "Starr. Where's Starr."

"Oh." His smile widened. "Starr... Well, let's just say that you won't be seeing It again."

A hushed silence fell over the room. After a moment, Eiji choked on a sob. Niou stood up and launched himself at Yukimura, snarling and yelling. "You son-of-a-bitch!"

Yukimura caught Niou by the throat, eyes sharp and smile gone.

"What, so you finally decided to get your hands dirty?" Niou snarled, clawing at the hand that was slowly choking him. "What happened, huh? Something didn't go your way? Found out Mommy didn't love you anymore? Someone run over your fucking cat? Oh, wait, I know. Sanada decided he didn't want to put up with your god damn bullshit, so you had to find someone else to take it out on! Why not me, huh? I'm older. I have more experience. I won't complain. What's your fucking problem?"

Yukimura sneered and tightened his hold on Niou's neck. "Starr didn't complain either. He just moaned like the little whore he is. He just begged for more. And I fucking gave it to him."

Niou snarled again. He kicked and scratched until eventually, Yukimura dragged him up the stairs and into an empty room. He tossed Niou on the bed, and before he could move to get up, Yukimura was on top of him, pinning his wrists to the bed. "I'm going to do to you just what I did to Starr." He informed in a hiss, yanking Niou's clothes off. "You're going to be begging for me to kill you when I'm through. You're going to be happy that you're dead." He shoved one of Niou's ankles above his head.

"You're a bastard." Niou hissed, struggling against the vice-like grip Yukimura had on him.

"You're going to regret mouthing off to me."

Throughout the night, Niou could only think of two things while Yukimura was torturing and raping him. The first was that Gakuto had been too young. Too naive. He had a whole life ahead of him. And now he was gone. All because Niou just wouldn't talk to Yagyuu about it. The second was that it was Friday. He'd been one day short. One day late. He wasn't going to get the chance to see Yagyuu again. He wasn't going to get the chance to tell anybody anything.

Yukimura was right. Niou wished he was dead.

Fffffft. I think this chapter is the most depressing. D: