There were all forced out into the open, up a case of stairs onto the open platform where several men dressed similarly in black and white suits were waiting for them, grinning and laughing at the angry glares Kyo gave them. Yuki kept as calm as he could manage, his eyes scanning both his enemy and his surroundings, while Hakiri kept his head bowed, holding back his tears of failure.

"Got him boss!" one of the yakuza behind them yelled toward the third transit office where the windows weren't barred and painted black. Instead, the inside was hidden by a set of blinds. "And two others to boot!"

The door swung open, and all three were forced to there knees. A tall and slender forty year old walked out of the office, wearing a fancy and well kept tuxedo that distinguished him among the others as there leader. He was known as the warden to those who knew him, Boss to those working under him. He had neck length hair that seemed to start fraying and gray with his age, cigarrets and drugs. He had a unique scar running down the center of his chin, giving an illusion of a split in his mouth. His hard brown eyes glinted at the sight of an old prisoner, Hakiri, the only when ever to actually escape his clutches alive.

He grinned as he approached them, a knife at his waist gleaming in the dim light. Yuki and kyo looked up with hard and angry expressions, but Hakiri refused to even glance up. He was bent down, trying to curl into himself as he shivered in fear, his eyes closed as memories of this hell came flying back to him.

The warden chuckled, glad to see the fear he had instilled in the boy a year ago still held strong. And he should be. The warden had a personal vendetta against the boy, one he would fulfill by the end of the night.

"Welcome back ya little shit," he growled, placing a cigarette to his lips and lighting it with a zippo. Hakiri cringed as the wardens voice pierced his ears like a blade.

"They tried to sneak in here with these," one of the yakuza who had captured them said, dropping the sohma's weapons at the warden's feet.

The warden let out a hearty laugh. "Did you really believe you could take on a dozen armed men? Just the three of you?"

"Fuck you!" Kyo yelled, but almost immediately regretted it. One of the yakuza snap kicked his jaw, making him fall to the side, spitting out blood and a broken tooth. Yuki cried out in anger, and almost got his own face kicked if he didn't hold himself back from springing.

"Dumb shit," the warden remarked. "Take the two others and put'm with the broads. Keep our little tiger friend here…"

"NO!" Yuki said, this time standing up, but was hit in the bend of his knee, making him fall back to the floor before he and kyo were dragged off to one of the jail cells. Hakiri remained, trembling heavily, keeping his head down to the floor in front of the warden.

The man bent down, grinning at Hakiri. He drew out his knife, brushing the tip beneath Hakiri's chin and pushing up, piercing the skin slightly with a sharp pain. Hakiri tilted his head up obediently, his eyes widening, almost crying when he comes face to face with the man he had been haunted by in his nightmares, a faint whimper escaping his lips.

"We have a score to settle," The warden told him, smiling. Suddenly he sliced up his chin to his lips, leaving a long line of blood to trickle down his neck. Hakiri winced as the blade tore his skin, but made no noise of pain, turning his head away from the wardens face.

"oh, I'm not finished yet…" the warden declared with a cackle.

Yuki and Kyo were tossed into the cell like rag dolls, there cuffs remaining on there wrists. Both landed with an oof as the door slammed shut with a resounding clang. There was a gasp and Tohru was over Yuki, her hands bound behind her, looking down with worry. Her face had thinned a little, dark circles formed around her eyes. There were a few bruises on her, but Yuki couldn't see them in the absolute dark.

"Yuki! Kyo!" she cried, her tone both joyous yet sad.

"Tohru?" Kyo asked aloud, sitting up, keeping back a groan of pain. His face was stinging, and when he spoke, his whole mouth ached painfully.

"Are you okay? Where's Hakiri?" Tohru asked, looking from one cousin to the other.

"Were fine," Yuki managed to say, sitting up and blinking, seeing the dark form of Tohru. "Where's Kisa?"

A faint cry answered him, and he looked toward the corner, the small tiger curled tightly and shivering.

"We havn't been fed much…" Tohru said. "I gave everything to Kisa and that was barely enough..."

"Are you both alright?" Yuki asked, moving his arms, slipping his hands beneath his legs so there in front of him.

"I'm fine…" Tohru lied. She was weak from malnutrition, and some of the younger Yakuza members had done terrible things to her. "Where's Hakiri? He didn't come here did he?"

Yuki let out a long sigh and nodded. "He's here..." he mumbled, and proceeded to tell Tohru of the meeting Aktio held.

"He WHAT!?" Tohru yelled when she was told about the threat against Hana.

"Now Hakiri's out there with the warden…" Yuki finished with a dismal tone.

"oh no…" Tohru whimpered, shaking. The warden had talked to her often, telling him the stories of torture he had performed on Hakiri when he was held prisoner. Tohru was positive the warden was getting his revenge for Hakiri's escape.

The cell door suddenly opened with a loud metal squeak and another body was thrown in. With the brief moment of light, Yuki caught a glimpse of the bloodied body of Hakiri falling to the floor, and hurried over as soon as the door slammed shut again. Kisa uncurled from her spot and ran over to Hakiri, crying bitterly and nuzzling up to his unconscious form.

Yuki could feel the moisture of his blood leaking out on the floor, and a fear shot through him. Hakiri was anemic from the last time he had been tortured like this. He could die from lousing this much blood.

Tohru had seen all his wounds in the brief glimpse of light, and was horrified. She was sniffling as she moved her hands through his hair, hoping to bring a little comfort to him, even if he was unconscious.

"Bastards…" Kyo growled, crawling over with the rest of them.

"Wha..what do they want… with us?" Kisa sniffled, her small voice riddled with worry and fear.

"Nothing…they just want him," Kyo answered her with a vicious tone, his anger filling him completely.