Warnings: Rape, Language, Sex, Yaoi, Male/Male, non-con, possible OOCness, possible spoilers, no beta...blood, violence, mentions of sexual abuse.
Pairings: Tykan, Arekan, LaviLena
Disclaimer: I see that you're still mocking me with this shit.
Do not read if may serve as a trigger. Seriously.
Thank you so much for all of the reviews. It would have been out sooner, (yesterday) but I am easily distracted by this terrible thing called the internet. If you all want to be so kind and review again though, I can have another chapter out relatively soon. Aka: tomorrow.
I didn't like this chapter is much, it felt a little choppy, but I feel many of you might enjoy it. Let me know what you think.
The atmosphere was fairly sober in the room – Kanda lay asleep on the couch, covered with several blankets. He would often stir restlessly, before slipping back into a silent, yet still clearly troubled sleep. His expression stayed troubled and tense. Lenalee had placed a washcloth on his forehead, at a loss for what else to do. It was what you did for people who were sick – she assumed that it would work well enough on somebody who was injured.
The girl had washed the majority of Kanda's wounds, frowning at the fact that they were still there – very few people were used to seeing Kanda injured. He usually healed so fast – it was odd. She'd had Allen grab some of Lavi's clothes, as they were a better fit for Kanda. She would have sent Lavi but –well, he was a little busy tending to his own...injury. She'd told Allen to dress Kanda, so he wouldn't be quiet so…well, naked when he woke up.
The white-haired man had protested, feeling awkward about it. He didn't want to – not after having seen that done to Kanda. But Lenalee had given him a look that suggested he do it, or suffer the same fate as Lavi – something that no man was willing to brave, especially with Lenalee's dark books. Talk about a nightmare.
And so Allen reluctantly dressed an unconscious Kanda, hoping the man wouldn't feel taken advantage of or anything. He'd slid Kanda's legs the pants that Lavi had provided and slid a shirt onto the man's shoulders, so when Kanda woke up, it wouldn't be quiet as…bad – or at least, that was what Allen was hoping.
And then, Allen had made himself at home at the foot of the couch and was currently, absentmindedly fiddling with a deck of cards, though he would frequently glance upwards at Kanda, as he did feel sort of…responsible for the man. It wasn't Lavi who'd walked in on Kanda being…touched in such a disgusting manor. It had been him. Lavi wasn't the one who'd failed to help Kanda – that had been Allen.
He felt he should have looked faster, found the house faster. Maybe if he had, Tyki wouldn't have had the chance to knock Allen out and touch the Japanese. Maybe if he'd gotten there earlier, he could have beaten Wisely there first.
How many times had that even been going on? Allen knew of at least those two, but…there had been so many bruises on Kanda's hips and thighs. He would have guessed it had happened many more times than just those two. It wasn't like Allen had been…looking or anything, it was just that the black and blue skin had caught his attention. He'd never seen Kanda bruised before…He'd seen the man bleed, but it had never been for long. Kanda had always healed at an almost inhuman rate. So…the mesh of abused skin had drawn his attention. But still, it troubled the British man that there had been so many injuries on the man. He could only guess at how long that sort of abuse had been going on.
Allen sighed – Allen wondered if that had been the only sort of abuse going on. He'd been able to see the sharp bones of the other man's ribs. He knew that Tyki probably hadn't given Kanda much to eat. And the raven-haired man had been vomiting an awful lot lately. But….still it was startling to see exactly how much weight the man had lost in a relatively short amount of time. Maybe…fourteen pounds in two weeks? It was enough that you could see that Kanda had lost pounds. Allen shook his head, frowning to himself – Jerry would help Kanda get back to normal. Jerry would cook Kanda enough soba that Kanda could look a bit more like himself.
Food tended to have that effect on people; at least in Allen's opinion. Food made everything better.
Yes, Allen nodded to himself. Kanda just needed to rest a bit, eat something and forget everything, and then he could go back to being the same old Kanda. The Kanda that Allen loved to bait and scared the hell out of Finders.
At least, Allen hoped that was what would happen. It would be better for everybody if that's what happened.
Allen sighed – no, what would have been better was if that Kanda hadn't been captured raped. He knew that Kanda really couldn't have done anything. Tyki probably would have gotten his way no matter what Kanda had done. But still, it would have been better that way. If it had just been physical torture, Allen knew Kanda probably would have been better by now.
Allen was honestly disgusted that the Wisely and Tyki could do something so completely disgusting to Kanda and not even give a damn. He'd left Kanda lying there on the floor even, like some used whore. And Kanda was by no stretch of the imagination, a whore.
In all honesty there were some rumors going around the Order that Kanda didn't even have those sorts of thoughts. No – Kanda wasn't some whore or call girl or whatever you wanted to call it. Kanda was a strong exorcist who deserved more respect than he'd given by that bastard.
But the fact was, it wasn't just physical. It was all around trauma – he was truly shocked that Kanda wasn't dead. Allen could only imagine what he would have been like in that sort of situation – completely broken.
Allen sighed – even so, it was strange, to think Kanda was the one ended up being forced like that. Allen of course, knew it happened to men on occasion but still - this sort of thing almost exclusively happened to women. Allen had never thought of Kanda as feminine or easy to take advantage of. It was disturbing to see how easily Kanda had submitted to the other two men. He would have expected the older, Japanese to have fought back like hell. But…Kanda had just sort of…taken it. And that frightened Allen a little.
If the strong, raven haired man could give up so easily…could they really defeat the Earl and his damn pack of wolves?
Allen shook his head – no, he couldn't think like that. He was here – in this world – to save Akuma and humans alike. That meant he had to protect Kanda from now on – make sure that the Noah couldn't do anything more. Allen was slowly becoming convinced that Noah weren't either Akuma or human.
Allen sighed – when did the world get so complicated?
Lavi lay tucked away near to the next window, his own little ice pack on his groin. He was still a little put out that he'd first gotten kicked for telling Lenalee Kanda was dead, finding him, bringing him back and getting kicked again. Where was the justice?
He laid his head back against a the wall, looking out the window as Lenalee moved slowly around the room, pacing and thinking of things she could better help Kanda with. He was happy that his friend was alive – but he was worried too.
Lavi could only wonder what had happened to his friend, while there. He didn't buy that Kanda had just been tortured. Yes, Kanda would be exhausted, by torture - few people wouldn't be – but the man had such a troubled expression on his face. There was a different sort of troubled look then Lavi would have normally expected
Lavi sighed gently to himself – whatever it was, he would find out. That was part of a Bookman's job, knowing everything and anything that went on between both sides of the war if he could manage it. And that included recording his friend's sufferings – no matter how badly he didn't want to know about it.
Lavi looked up at the ceiling a dull, thoughtful expression on his face – he supposed it was his fault, for letting himself become so attached to the people of the Order. Attached to sweet little Lenalee and Allen, the rough and tumble Kanda. They were all good friends – the best a man could ever hope for. But the fact remained, Lavi wasn't supposed to have friends.
Lavi sighed – it was too late now. He was attached and once you were attached, you sort of had to wait until everybody you were attached to died or betrayed you. Even though it hurt, that's how things were done, it was only a matter of time.
Secretly, Lavi hoped it was the first one. It was better, that everybody he cared about died, rather than betrayed him. If they died, Lavi could at least cherish the memories they'd had together. If they hurt him like that though, then Lavi would have nothing. No faith in humanity or faith in himself.
He sighed, looking over at Kanda who was still in the midst of his troubed recuperating sleep. Lavi wasn't particularly looking forward to when Kanda woke up. He could only imagine the sort of mood the Japanese would be in upon discovering he had been rescued. Probably along the lines of; mind your own fucking business, che. Lavi really hated that word; che.
What the hell did it even mean?
Seconds of silence, minutes until two, maybe three hours went by. Nobody wanted to disturb the sounds of Kanda's rough, but deep breathing. Nobody wanted to talk at all. They were all happier this way. Not happy – but happier not knowing what the others were thinking. Allen was happier with nobody asking him questions. Lavi was happy with nobody giving him answers. Lenalee was happiest not having anybody tell her what had happened to her friends.
Allen finally sat very reluctantly, looking over at the sleeping Japanese. He was somewhat disturbed by the fact that Kanda's hair was down. Kanda would usually, refuse to have his hair down – unless something odd and terrible had happened.
Allen did not feel, this was a time for Kanda to have his hair down. Yes, what had happened was terrible. But Allen felt, it was something to be forgotten. He wanted Kanda to be back to normal, soon. That was why he disappeared into Lenalee's room quietly. Lenalee watched him go, her face a bit questioning but silent.
Lenalee frowned when Allen returned with one of her own hair ties. She didn't particularly mind – they were just hair ties – but she was curious. Until she saw him moving over to Kanda, gently propping up the man's head and pulling the hair back into a loose pony.
She smiled –that was nice of Allen. She was sure with the boy taking such good care of Kanda, the Japanese man would be back to normal in no time.
She watched as Allen slowly smoothed the hair, a look of deep concentration on his face. She smiled – Allen really was a sweet boy; extraordinarily so. Lenalee wasn't going to say Kanda was an ass – as far as she was concerned, he was family – but not many people would do things like this for a man like Kanda.
She jerked a little, hearing Allen give a shriek of surprise. What really surprised her was Kanda's low growl, "I said, don't fucking t-touch my hair," he hissed at Allen, hand having grabbed the white haired child's arm with a surprising amount of force.
Allen struggled not to wince at the pain in his arm – who the hell though even an injured Kanda could be so strong. It was ridiculous. "Let. Go. Of. My. Arm," He said slowly, not wanting to scare the hell out of Kanda and provoke another vicious reaction from the man. He already felt like Kanda was about to break his arm.
"Don't. Touch. My. Hair," Kanda hissed back. Allen noticed the eyes – they were hazy, not really seeing Allen. It gave him chills. What was Kanda – was he thinking of? Allen didn't want to be associated with either of the other men. He took a deep breath, using his most reasonable voice he could – and ignoring both Lenalee and Lavi as they edged closer.
What the hell was wrong with Kanda?
"Kanda-san, let go of my arm," Allen said through gritted teeth. He was rewarded with a tighter grip on his arm. He didn't dare move his arm, for fear Kanda would break it either accidentally or purposely. He really couldn't tell what Kanda was thinking – though he had a good idea.
Allen took a deep breath – wondering if what he was about to do was going to make things worse or better. He was going to hope better but if not…well, there had to be a competent doctor around here somewhere. Someone that could fix a broken bone.
He leaned down slowly to Kanda, taking a deep, reluctant breath. "Kanda-san, it's me, Allen," He said trying to use his most reasonable voice. He leaned back a little, seeing Kanda's face tense a little at the close proximity.
Kanda continued to stare at Allen with a sort of hazy, "….Mo…Moyashi," He said. Allen tried not to grind his teeth. Even when Kanda was delusional, the stupid bastard couldn't remember his name. Stupid BaKanda with short term memory problems. It was ridiculous.
"M…Moyashi…" He agreed reluctantly.
He felt the hand go slack, on his arm and watched Kanda's eyes turn to a duller sense before closing again, "Moyashi…." The raven muttered, slipping back into his restless sleep. The Moyashi was naïve and overprotective.
The moyashi wouldn't hurt him. Too sweet for that.
Tyki had made it a habit, since he'd first gone through his Noah transformation many years ago, to spend at least one night, sometimes two, in bed with the Earl. Well, it hadn't started out as a habit, it had started out as something the earl required of him. Now, Tyki just appeared, when he felt it was about that time.
And this night, had been one of those nights.
He lay lazily in bed, curly hair framing his face as he stared up at the ceiling, exhaling a soft puff of smoke. He ignored the figure beside him, as well as the urge to get up and go visit his pets. He knew better then to leave the Earl before he woke. It left the Earl quite put out, and he would complain frequently to the rest of the Noah family. Then he was ridiculed by his brother for being a bed hopper.
Ha, if only Sheryl knew how much a bed hopper Tyki was. Tyki had developed a decidedly promiscuous aptitude over the years. He'd bed men, women, really anybody who he felt the need to look twice at over the years, with only a few exceptions. Tyki didn't particularly like bedding man and woman after man and woman. But what could he do – he belonged to the Earl. He didn't have time for a relationship, not like how his brother would have preferred. For now, Tyki intended to keep himself satisfied with forcing his love on the raven-haired boy, and maybe the albino boy while he was at it. He'd let the Earl satisfy his needs as well.
Everybody would be happy.
Well, everybody, nobody, somebody, what was the difference?
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