Shout out to spunky, showing me all the love! And I can't leave out the people who've favorited and followed this, y'all just making me feel good. So imma let my crazy mind work and cuddle my sisters dog. (Don't you judge me!) *salutes* see ya bun-buns!
Almost forgot, it gets deep guys. Mentions of rape. (Guest appearances too)
Gerard shook in his seat, he really didn't want to be here. "H-how do you know me?" The man smiled evilly, it made Gerard's already upset stomach turn.
"Oh, I guess you wouldn't know." He sighed. "The gidds didn't really tell you all that much, I assume. They shouldn't have told you anything really."
The teens heart stopped. "How do you know them? Who are you?" He demanded, he didn't like this man at all. No one associated with his fake family was a good person.
Ignoring Gerard's questions, the man went on. "They ruined my plans, but it doesn't matter. Their dead, should've killed them a long time ago." How could this man say that so casually, what was wrong with him? "Hmmm, but I guess they did speed things up a bit, that isn't always bad."
Gerard knew he needed to get out of there, he needed to warn his family. This man, this man was dangerous. "Let me go. I don't know what they did to you, but I had nothing to do with it. Just let me go." The teen didn't care if he looked desperate, he was.
The man sneered. "You have everything to do with it. You and you're fucking family!" Why? Was all Gerard could think of. "But I'll fix that." He got up and approached Gerard, the teen leaning away from his touch. "Oh, don't do that. You'll be here for a long time, so get used to feeling my touch."
The teen immediately threw up after the man left him alone. He didn't like the implications of that sentence. Hell, he didn't like the entire situation. How long he would be there, he didn't know. But he would stay strong, he had too.
It was a week before aizen got a call. Everyone was weary, sleeping horribly, if at all. The kidnappers disguised their voice and demanded money, typical. Aizen would pay it ten fold, but he needed to know if his child was OK.
"You have three hours to pay up, or they pay the price. I'd hurry if I were you, I don't think I can keep my hands off of this little morsel." The distorted voice taunted. Any other situation, and aizen wouldn't pay them anything. But this was his son, one he didn't get to see grow up. "Tick, tock."
He had took the call privately, the boys didn't need to hear that. They would destroy everything trying to find Gerard. Aizen paced a hole in his carpet, he had an hour left and a decision to make. Give them what they want and possibly get Gerard back, or refuse and Gerard gets hurt or worse.
This was all too troubling.
His time up, aizen waited for the last call. There was supposed to be a drop off, the common thing in a kidnapping. The phone rang, apparently the kidnappers knew his office number. "Yes?"
They waited a while before speaking. "Jalsoon and Spain, thirty minutes. Do what you're told and Gerard will be brought home within the hour. Don't….and I might just keep her."
Her? So, they didn't know Gerard was a man? He would think on that later. "No. You bring her with you, then you get your money."
The voice chuckled. "That's very bold of you aizen. I would think you would know your place."
They were taunting him, batting him. Arrogant he was, stupid he wasn't. "Be that as it may, there will be no exchange unless I see that my daughter is fine. And….that she go home with me."
They hummed, "this is all so last minute, I think my demands have changed." What? "Yes, change of plans."
He was outraged. "There will be no change, we made a deal!"
"I think I'll keep little Gerard for another week and then get back to you. Have a nice day aizen." They hung up. They changed everything and hung up. The phone slid out of aizen's hand and onto his desk. He was so close to getting his son back, and he failed.
What was supposed to be a week turned into a month, a torturous month. Gerard didn't know what to do with himself. That man, no that monster had made good on his word. Every night for that whole month, he had made his way into the room Gerard stayed in and….raped him.
The poor teen bared it silently, but inside he was falling apart. He hated this, hated the man with all his being. Why couldn't he just go home? Be with his family and share his good news? That was one of the only thing keeping him sane, his child. Though when he kept getting repeatedly sick they brought in a doctor. Now the monster thought he fathered Gerard's baby. Granted, that misunderstanding might be what's keeping the teen alive.
The doctor was being forced to work for his 'baby daddy', so he fudged the test. Gerard was thankful for that. Heaven forbid the doctor told the truth, Gerard didn't know what would've happened. Now he sat in his room, the kind doctor checking on him. "You're coming along just fine Gerard. Though I'd advise a less stressful environment." The pink haired man smiled wirly.
The teen sighed. "We both know that won't happen anytime soon szayel." He said sadly. Oh, he knew his family was coming for him, but that didn't mean it was soon. The mint haired teen smiled then. "Though I will be glad when it happens. And you have to keep being my doctor, no buts about it."
Szayel smiled at that. "I wouldn't dream of not taking care of this little one." The pinkette rubbed Gerard's belly, he was showing quite a bit. "And you never know Gerard, you could be leaving today." He added quietly. "But enough of that, you two need rest. I'll come by later when he isn't around."
Gerard nodded as szayel left, he didn't know where the doctor came from but he was glad he was taking care of him.
Szayel calmly walked to his room, if he would call it that. It was nice, but not his. He locked the door when he made it, he couldn't have intruders. Putting the camera in his room on a loop, the pinkette opened his laptop. He obviously needed it to do his work.
He pulled up a private chat room and entered a coded password. When the other person responded he opened a video chat. The screen was blank for a few seconds then a dark haired teen appeared, he adjusted his glasses. "Szayel."
Szayel rolled his eyes. "Ury dear, you would think I could get a better greeting from my fiancé."
Uryuu smirked. "Hello szayel, my one true love. Is that better?"
Flipping his hair szayel replied, "of course. How is everything, any burned down buildings?"
Uryuu snorted. "Not yet. Everyone's itching to barge in, guns blazing though. Is he alright?"
Szayel smiled, though it was strained. "He's as good as he can be, considered. The baby's fine but,"
The bespectacled teen frowned. "But what?"
Szayel looked away then, he hadn't told his fiancé everything. "He can't take anymore of this ury. The stress alone is bad, but the rest…." He trailed off.
Uryuu sighed. "We're working on it, just give us time an-" szayel cut him off with a raised hand.
"No. He needs out, now ury. He can't take this, and neither can I. It has to be tonight or I'll find a way out for us." He shut down the laptop, not willing to risk getting caught for arguing. He was telling the truth though, Gerard couldn't take anymore of this. Mentally or physically.