Warnings: Rape, Language, Sex, Yaoi, Male/Male, non-con, possible OOCness, possible spoilers, no beta...blood, violence, mentions of sexual abuse.
...I really, really hate this chapter. But there isn't too much I can do about that I'm afraid.
Kanda hadn't let Komui examine him. He didn't care that his ass and lower back hurt, or that it was painful to walk for more than a few minutes. He didn't care that his cuts were still healing at a much slower pace than they should – though they had started to heal some, now that he wasn't under continuous abuse. But they still weren't healing at the pace they should have been, not for Kanda in any case. It disturbed Kanda, but not enough for him to let Komui see the bruises that were placed so oddly on his body. Besides, it really only hurt when he moved around too much. All Kanda needed was some rest – at least, that's what he maintained.
Logically, he knew Komui wouldn't do a damn thing to hurt him. Komui might have been a bit dangerous, if let by himself to create robots and potions – but Komui had never, intentionally hurt another man or woman – the exception being suitors of Lenalee. But Kanda couldn't bring himself to let the Chinese man touch him. Not with a stethoscope, not with gloves – not with a ten foot pole if he could help it. The idea made his stomach twist and he felt like he was going to throw up. Kanda just couldn't stand the idea of somebody touching him. Lavi had yelled at him, Allen had demanded that Kanda be examined. Lenalee yelled at Kanda to take care of himself before going out to get everybody breakfast – maybe a full stomach would help everybody think a little clearer. Komui had also tried his hand at gentle persuasion, thinking Kanda was just being his normal, annoyed and stubborn self.
After all of that had failed – Lavi had moved to plan B.
"Get the fuck off me!" Kanda shouted as Lavi grabbed his arms, trying to restrain and drag Kanda over to Komui. Kanda might not have wanted to admit it, but he simply didn't look well. Anybody could see that – Kanda was thin and much too pale. He looked downright uncomfortable in his own skin and had a noticeable limp.
"Get off of me!" Kanda's voice raised an octave as his vision started to cloud over. The walls in the room started changing, going from the bright blues of the hotel room into the darker, drabber colors of his cell. Stupid hands – he fucking hated them. They were bruising his sides and his chest. Everything fucking hurt. He twisted violently in Lavi's arms, struggling as the other man tried restraining him.
"Allen, I could use a hand here," He called, grunting in surprise and Kanda's held caught him in the gut. He was disturbed at how much Kanda was struggling over a little checkup – he needed it for his health dammit.
Allen hesitated, watching as Kanda struggled against Lavi obviously distressed. Well – maybe distressed was the wrong word. It looked somewhat like Lavi was trying to force Kanda into a vat of boiling oil. He wasn't sure what Kanda was thinking, but he knew it had to be terrifying. He swallowed though – he didn't have a choice. Kanda needed to be treated – whether Kanda wanted to or not, he needed to have Komui take a look at him.
He just hoped that Kanda would tear out his throat for helping Lavi when he felt a bit better. Allen knew Kanda could – it was just a matter of Allen pushing Kanda the wrong way, which – it appeared – wouldn't be too hard in his current state.
Allen grabbed Kanda's other arm as Lavi attempted to wrestle Kanda down to the ground. It was hard to ignore Kanda's yells and demands for them to stop touching him. "Stop fucking touching me!" Kanda's scream – almost a shriek really –made Allen cringe. It looked like Kanda was in actual physical pain and Allen instinctively loosened his grip on Kanda's arms as they finally pinned Kanda to the ground. The result was Allen was almost immediately bucked off, but he managed to hold on. "BaKanda," He yelled, grabbing Kanda's wrists and holding them down. "Stop it!" He yelled in frustration as Kanda struggled furiously beneath the two of them yelling and cursing at the top of his lungs. His eyes had developed that disturbingly hazy look to them. This is ridiculous, Allen thought as Lavi managed to grab Kanda's legs and pin those to the floor too. Even with two of us, we can barely pin him down. "We're trying to help you," Allen insisted, trying to sound both soothing and scream over Kanda's own demands to be 'get the fuck off you fucking bastards.'
Then suddenly, Komui was there next to them, speaking in a calming, quiet voice to Kanda. It didn't seem to be having any sort of effect on Kanda though. Indeed, it seemed to agitate the man even more. He was forcing Kanda's arm straight and then produced a small needle. Allen watched out of the corner of his eyes, watching as Komui slid the needle into the crook of Kanda's arm.
The three men continued to hold Kanda down until the hazy look in Kanda's eyes started to fade and the struggles became less violent. Finally Kanda's eyes closed after giving them all a hate-filled glare. It took less than ten minutes for Kanda to go from completely psychotic to asleep.
"Damn chief, what was that?" Lavi asked, rubbing the bruise starting too developed where Kanda had rammed his elbow into him. Allen had to agree – whatever the hell that stuff was, it had worked fast. Thank God - it had been exhausting holding Kanda down like that. Allen was surprised that somebody who was supposed to be injured could put up that big of a fight. Allen guessed that he shouldn't have been surprised though – Kanda had always been strong, especially physically. He really shouldn't discredit Kanda, just because of…that.
"Fast acting sedative," Komui said softly, staring softly at Kanda. What on earth had set Kanda off like that? Maybe Kanda hadn't ever liked to be touched but…that was over the top. He shook his head – maybe his exam would tell him something. Komui hoped so – he wanted to help Kanda. He nodded to the two others. "Help me get him over to the couch," he wanted to get Kanda checked out before the man woke up.
Allen nodded and it wasn't long before he and Lavi had managed to get Kanda situated on the couch, while Komui rummaged around in a bag for a few things he'd need. He turned to Kanda ignoring the two of them, starting off by checking Kanda's pulse. He'd given Kanda a fairly strong dose – enough to keep the man out for several hours. Not enough to kill him by any accounts, but enough that Komui felt compelled to check on Kanda. Komui nodded feeling a nice strong pulse. He'd keep an eye on that, but he was pretty sure Kanda would be fine. He moved onto the rest of Kanda's vitals, starting off with temperature – normal – followed by Kanda's blood pressure – normal – and respiratory rate – a little slow, but normal. "Hmm…doesn't seem like he's in any immediate danger," Komui muttered to the other two who had moved away so Komui could work.
Komui sighed softly as he started to undo the buttons on Kanda's shirt. He needed to check and make sure any open wound Kanda had wasn't infected. For some reason, Kanda tended to think that he was invincible. Because of this, Kanda didn't always take care of himself the way he should – hence, Komui assumed, the reluctance for the checkup. Komui sighed – Kanda was strong, but clearly – as this latest mission showed – not invincible. But that's what Komui, scientists and the medical staff back at the Order were there for. They made sure that all of the Exorcists were taken care of. Because, frankly, if they didn't take care of them, the majority of the exorcists would have already been dead from infection and blood-loss, from what they claimed were 'minor' injuries. Komui shook his head – he admired all of the Exorcists, but sometimes he could just kill them when they put themselves into unnecessary dangerous situations.
Allen averted his eyes as Komui pulled of the shirt, having the feeling Kanda was not going to appreciate being looked at if he didn't have to. He could only imagine Kanda's reaction if he woke up to Komui undressing him.
Suffice to say, there was a lot of blood involved with what Allen was thinking.
Komui took a deep breath at seeing Kanda's midriff. There was a good portion of bruised skin; dark yellowed and purple splotches lining his sides. There were also broken patches of skin, mostly scabbed over, a few still opened and bleeding a little. That was probably because Kanda had thrown such a fuss over this. There also appeared to be bite marks on Kanda's shoulders, neck and stomach.
Komui glanced at Lavi who was pointedly looking away.
In Lavi's opinion, if he didn't see it, or hear it from the horse's mouth, he wasn't going to have to record it. If he didn't know and denied the possibility, then it hadn't happened. It was that simple – of course he'd seen the marks on Kanda's body and finger like bruises. That didn't mean anything though; As long as Lavi didn't think too much about it anyway.
Allen just looked plain uncomfortable.
"Lavi-kun," Komui said, "Would you mind going to get some hot water from the kitchen?" He asked, giving Lavi an excuse to go. He'd beat the shit out of him later, for stealing his Lenalee.
Lavi nodded, "Sure thing chief," He agreed, eagerly leaving Allen with Komui.
Allen made himself semi-comfortable in the back of the room, watching Komui poke and prod at Kanda. He finally pulled out a small bottle of salve, smearing the stuff onto Kanda's cuts. He followed by starting to bandage the newly opened cuts. He sighed – he should have had Lavi and Allen be more careful.
He glanced at Allen, who still sat uncomfortably in the corner, glancing at Komui, Kanda and then at the door. He wasn't too sure where he should be looking.
Komui frowned, seeing the look on Allen's face; it was a look of somebody who had a good idea of what was going on. "…Allen…." Komui said continuing his work. "Can you tell me what happened?"
The box is right below people...