Hi guys! Sorry I wasn't able to update sooner... A little emergency happened earlier so I wasn't able to write out the rest of the chapter. Anyway! here's day 8 chapter 10 (I didn't think I'd make it :P) and this has to be one of the creepier chapters I've written... You'll see why. If it's not creepy, sorry I'm just a lil more sensitive than most hehe... so I hope you like it and stay tuned for day 9 'cause it's going to be great! (I hope) Oh! And thank you so so so so so so much for taking the time to review my story and telling me it's well written and you love it and all those lovely words! I appreciate each and every one of them so thank you! Love and all, AIR

Their boss came in extra early that day with another man. His guest looked similar to him, trimmed brown hair, brown eyes, a blazer on top of a white shirt and tie, matching dress pants, and black shoes. The boss bragged to the man about Yukimura, saying how the boy was everything his client was looking for.

It was still early in the morning; so, when they stopped in front of the cell, the two boys were still asleep. Fuji's arms wrapped around Yukimura protectively and comfortingly. The boss kicked the metal bars, waking up the two boys. They sat up to face the two men, Yukimura pressing against the smaller body for warmth.

"See? What did I tell you, Yashiro? Isn't he perfection?" He gestured towards the blue haired figure on the other side of the bars.

Fuji's eyes snapped open. He wasn't planning on selling Yukimura to that lowlife was he? The man named Yashiro squatted down to be on the same eye level as the other two. He studied Yukimura for a little bit before meeting the blue stunning eyes of Fuji. Those eyes, they conceal feelings and yet, they also spoke the truth. So haunting and captivating. And the boy himself wasn't bad looking. No. In fact, he and Yukimura were on the same field when it came to attractiveness in Yashiro's perspective.

A small grin appeared on the man's face. "How much does he sell for?" he tilted his head towards Fuji.

"Him? Oh well… you see I didn't expect you to-"

"The price." His voice came out stiff and impatient. When the boss explained to him that he was planning on selling Fuji to someone else, Yashiro's grin widened. "60 million yen. I'll go as high as 120 if others want him."

"That much a scratched porcelain doll, though… Are you sure?"

"Yes." The man stood up and faced the boss. "Scratches heal. I'll be able to overlook them."

The boss's eyes widened. "Well if their parents don't pay 20 million in three days, he's all yours."

Fuji locked eyes with his buyer. He watched as the man slowly licked his lips, moving his eyes all over the small slender body. "Perfect. Keep him the way he is. I like them young and innocent."

Since their leader sternly told Isana that Fuji had to stay just the way he was at that moment, the man seemed to be sulking more often. However, to reward him for capturing the regulars, the boss allowed him to beat the boy, he just had to make sure he didn't make any mark on "his beautiful face."

It had been a few hours since Yashiro visited and the regulars were up and bored. Yukimura's fever stayed; he cuddled Fuji and slept for the most part. Not that Fuji minded. He thought Rikkaidai's captain could use a break. He suddenly stiffened when he saw Isana walk in the room. The man unlocked the door and dragged out Fuji, waking up Yukimura as well.

What'd they do now? The captain thought in annoyance. He heard their captor commanding Fuji to strip his shirt and stand against the wall.

The man tied the slender pale wrists to the ropes hanging from the ceiling. Since the line was higher than Fuji with his arms raised up, being tied caused the boy to stand on his tiptoes. Isana also took two cloths and wrapped one around the boy's mouth, the other over the blue eyes.

"Don't worry, your friends did nothing wrong. It's you who's at fault." His hands tightly clenched into a fist. "You're lucky someone found you attractive." The man sent a kick to Fuji's ribcage. "Or I would've done something worse to you. You're pathetically weak and disgustingly innocent. I hate people like you." A punch or kick to the torso accompanied every word. Fuji felt sick. He felt like throwing up food that wasn't even in him. The familiar taste of metal overcame the senses on his tongue. The color red stained the perfectly white cloth tied around his mouth. Isana didn't care. He continued beating the helpless form. Somewhere from afar, he could hear a familiar voice begging him to stop. It was too late, though. Blood dripped from the end of the cloth down to the ground.

After what seemed like hours of getting beaten, Fuji then felt a pair of cold hands on his sides. Chills slithered up his body as the cold hands elevated, then dropped. The fingers slowly massaged his back, sending more chills throughout his body. He tried to move his arms, but they were bounded tightly and well over his head. He couldn't kick either since his feet were barely on the ground, and it would mean he'd have to put all the pressure on one side of his body, putting more weight on the toes touching the ground.

One hand suddenly disappeared and Fuji felt it right on top of his pants. The hand suddenly undid the buttons. A cold palm traced over his pelvis and abdomen in a lustful and greedy way.

Before the man took it a step further, a voice echoed in the room, "Are you really going to rape him, Isana?" Their boss stepped in, smoking a cigarette. "If you do, he'll cost less. You know I won't like that." He blew out a puff of smoke. "Let him go."

The man scowled, but followed his orders anyway. He untied Fuji's hands and removed the cloths on his face and threw the boy his white shirt. Isana tossed his leader the key and left.

Yukimura hugged Fuji tightly, making sure the younger player was okay. "I had never been more afraid in my entire life." He breathed out in relief. Once the clicking sound of the cell locking was heard, the two regulars knew they were alone again.

"I did, too. I'm really glad the guy showed up when he did." Yukimura gently wiped away the trails of blood on both sides of Fuji's mouth, noticing that he wasn't hit on his face at all. Guess the man wanted to keep the angel's face unharmed.

The two of them noticed, not for the first time, that money was the only thing keeping them alive. If others were not willing to pay such a high price for them, their captors would've killed them a long time ago. Money was going to kill them, send them off to a new life. Money could also set them free.

"Damn it!" Niou whispered aggressively. He only now realized his phone had zero bars of signal.

"What's wrong?" Yanagi asked, reminding his teammate to keep it down.

"I don't have any signal. That means they can't track my phone."

"Well, why don't you try getting out of the corner and put your phone out through the bars." The data master suggested. He doubt Niou had any signal from all the way back into the cell.

Niou slipped his arm through the bars, his hand tightly around the small piece of technology. He watched as a bar appeared on the screen. "One bar is good enough to find us."

The police lost the phone's signal while searching in the small town. They were being led somewhere past the populated area and into a more secluded country road. There were still telephone poles out there in the vast land so tracking down the cell phone wasn't going to be a problem. It was past sundown, almost midnight, and the signal stopped. They were eight kilometers from the town and thirty-two kilometers from Kyoto. The only thing around them was an empty field on one side and forest on the other.

The detectives decided to search inside the thick forest in hopes of finding something abandoned that had the ability to house seventeen children. Sure enough, they found a brick building about the size of fifty or so storage units. They pulled out their handguns, positioning the weapon on top of their flashlights, slowly proceeding towards the building. There was a car parked outside. Someone was inside.

One of the detectives found a locked door on the far end. There was no other door or even window from outside the building. It seemed like there was only one way in and one way out. The detective shot the keyhole and pushed the door open, the rest of the squad following behind in high alert.

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