Hello everybody! Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter! I know it's been a while... but I had a bit of writer's block...surprise -_-... Anyway! Please tell me what you think of this one... Thank you! 3

It was almost dawn. Shinobu walked through the empty streets, his head down. He had spent at least twenty minutes trying to scrub off the glitter and make up off of himself in the club's showers. He didn't want the people he passed by to say anything to him, once again.

'What the fuck did I do tonight...' Shinobu thought to himself, shaking his head.

Shinobu walked on, not paying attention as to where he was going. His feet would carry him home on instinct. Soon, Shinobu appeared next to an alley way. The same he passed every day on his way to the train station. The one he so strongly hated and feared. The most violent crimes happened here. The alley of prostitution.

The teen, lowering his head even more, until all his saw was his feet stepping on the wet pavement, quickly walked into the small passageway. He dared not to turn his head. His feet sloshed through puddles, as his eyes quickly darted around in search of potential danger.

'Fuck...,' Shinobu shivered.

Out of fear or cold, he wasn't sure.

The alley way was empty.

'Too early for that shit,' the stripper thought to himself in relief, but walking even faster.

This place gave Shinobu the creeps. He always stood alert when he passed by the dreaded street. Everything was silent, except for the splashing of puddles, and Shinobu's quick breaths, which escaped his pale lips.

"Hey! How much?" a sly voice reached his ears, as a figure appeared in the alley, a few feet behind him.

Shinobu froze in his steps. The teen felt his heart drop. He wasn't overreacting. He wasn't being paranoid. He knew what happens here, and what could happen to him.

"I don't work here," Shinobu muttered, walking on, and praying for the corridor to just end.

"Are you sure? Cause," the young man felt a tap on his shoulder, "it sure looks like you do!"

Shinobu turned around to face a man, way larger than him...large enough to beat him down.

"N-no...I don't," Shinobu broke into a sprint, only to have his collar jerked back.

The man's eye twitched, "Now listen here, you little shit, you're gonna do what I say," he breathed onto Shinobu's neck, holding out a knife in front of his throat.

The teen froze, unable to move a muscle. His mind was racing, his hands shook, and cold sweat broke through his pores.

'Okay... okay calm down...just think...How the hell can you think with a knife at your throat!?' Shinobu shut his eyes.

"Please, p-please let me g-go, I-I'm not a whore," Shinobu whispered, his voice trembling.

"Oh, I'm sure you're not," the man breathed, "...Doesn't bother me though."

The man's mouth moved closer to the blond's neck, and said blond prepared himself for what was to come. However, he felt a hard pull, and felt the weight lift off of his shoulders.

"Can you explain to me what you're doing?"

Shinobu's heart melted, as he exhaled. It was Miyagi's husky voice.

"Hey, mind your own business," the crook muttered, turning around to swing at Miyagi's face.

Miyagi dodged the fist, in turn grabbing the other's shirt, and pinning him to the wall.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" the dirty scum smiled crookedly.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Miyagi!" Shinobu screamed, making the elder, raven-haired man twisted his head towards the shrill cry, his eyes widening as he recognized Shinobu, crouching on the pavement.

"Be careful! He has a knife!"

Miyagi's eyebrows flew up, as he looked at the crook's face, which still held that smirk, as his hand made a quick darting motion into the low pocket of his pants.

"Shinobu?"

The realization hit Miyagi, as his head swung towards the battered teen.

"Miyagi!"

Realizing the warning tone, Miyagi's knee flew up, hitting the man between the legs, while his hand grabbed and twisted the man's wrist, which held the deadly knife.

"Who the hell are you!?" the stranger groaned.

"Why don't you just get the hell out of here?"

He let the man go, and the dirty blond hurried off, taking one look back at the boy and his protector.

"Shinobu are you alright?! Who the hell was that? What are you doing here?! Why aren't you home?!" Miyagi cried, the questions tumbling out of his mouth. He knelt to his brother-in-law's level, and held Shinobu close to him, feeling the young man tremble in his arms.

"I-I...Miyagi," Shinobu whispered, as he grabbed onto Miyagi's coat, "I was so scared!"

"I know, I know, it's okay now, Shu. Let's just get you home."

Sitting in Miyagi's car, with the heater on...Shinobu felt like he was about to die.

"Shinobu, what the fuck were you doing in that alley?! Don't you know what kind of shit goes on in there?"

Shinobu sunk lower in his seat, his hand subconsciously scrubbing away at his face.

"Shinobu, answer me!"

"I-I don't know," Shinobu muttered.

"What the hell?! What's with that response of yours?" Miyagi gripped the steering-wheel tighter, furrowing his brows.

Shinobu felt trapped, as he had already... so many times in his life.

'What the fuck am I supposed to tell him? That I strip? That I do it because I can't live at home? Tell him that I'm so madly, indescribably, completely in love with him..again.' Shinobu's heart thumped in his chest.

"Miyagi... what were you doing back there?"

"This is how I get to work," Miyagi answered, his voice monotone.

"R-really? Haha, couldn't you find a bett-"

"Shinobu! Stop avoiding the subject! What were you doing back there at," Miyagi glanced at the car clock with agitation, "five o'clock in the morning!"

"Miyagi...please," Shinobu whispered, his cheeks heating up.

"Answer me."

Not being able to take the humiliation much longer, Shinobu burst, "What's it to you, huh? Why the fuck does it matter? I am so, so greatful that you rescued me back there, but you said it yourself, I'm barely anybody to you... your wife's brother... do you really care?"

'Is he really going back to that?'

Miyagi remembered the awkward conversation when Shinobu confessed his so-called feelings. He had tried to push it out of his mind, but in truth, it had been there ever since. Lodged onto his thoughts like a parasite.

"Yes, yes I care Shinobu," Miyagi grit his teeth.

"W-"

"Because I am your family, and I am concerned. Most of the time, you're not there for breakfast, and when you are, you look dead," Miyagi muttered.

"I like to take walks in the morning. Helps me clear my mind," Shinobu said with an edge to his voice.

"I am going to ask you once, and you have to be honest. Got it?" Miyagi turned around to look seriously at his brother-in-law.

"Sure."

"...Are you a prostitute?"

Shinobu's eyes widened, his mouth dropped, and then a giggle escaped his mouth. That giggle turned into a wild laugh.

"Me?! A prostitute?! Miyagi, you lost your mind didn't you!? It's all those brats... they've finally drove you insane!"

"Shinobu this is not funny. I am missing work because of you today. We're having a serious talk at home."

"About...?" Shinobu asked non-nonchalantly, as his heart beat so hard it might have jumped out of his chest.

"Everything."

The first thing he saw was darkness. First thing he smelt was dampness. He felt cold concrete floor under his feet, and couldn't move his hands. They were bound.

"What?"

He tried to understand what was going on. Tried to come to his senses. The man felt so disoriented. He tried to crawl with the floor under his naked body, but he couldn't move past a certain point.

Then it hit him. Naked. He had absolutely no clothes on his body. The he realized that his hands were bound together by something heavy... chains perhaps.

He couldn't see anything, as he tried to desperately search around the unfamiliar place.

"Hello?!"

Silence greeted the tall man.

"Somebody help me!"

The man, completely blinded by darkness, moved back until his spine hit the wall. Feeling panic creep up on him, the chained male brought his knees to his body and just sat there, shivering. He sat like that for a few minutes, thinking of how this happened.

'How did I end up here? Last thing I remember was laying in bed... thinking about Hiro-san...and then...' the bound man clutched his tresses, shutting his eyes, as his body shivered.

Suddenly, somewhere, the giant heard the creak of a door, and then light flooded his eyes. He quickly looked around, realizing that he was chained to the wall, truly naked, in some sort of dungeon. There was absolutely nothing in the room except for bare, stone walls.

Only after he had looked around the room had the slave noticed a man who came into the room.

"Welcome back, Kusama."

Nowaki's eyes widened. It was that man. The same one who Akihiko had given him once, for a short "play session."

"Somuku-sama?"

"Oh, you recognized me. Great! No need for introductions again, right?"

Nowaki's heart dropped.

"W-why am I here? Where is Master?"

"Oh, well you're looking at him! Or should I say, your new one," Somuku smirked, folding his arms across his massive chest.

"What?!"

"Akihiko gave you to me. Now," the dark-haired man walked over to Nowaki, looking straight into his cobalt eyes, taking the shivering man's chin in his hand, "you are mine."

Misaki lay in his bed, feeling incredibly nauseous, but more importantly, shocked.

Betrayed.

Heartbroken.

Miserable.

Jealous.

'Why the hell am I feeling like this? Oh... that's right...' Misaki cringed at a particularly painful pang in his stomach.

'I love him,' Misaki's eyes clenched shut, as his head started pounding, 'When did I start feeling like this? When did I become so attached to him... this is so wrong... Never mind him being a man... he is my master. He stole me from my parents and... and...'

Misaki curled into himself, opening his eyes, feeling extremely tired, 'When will this end? I want to go home...but I don't. I don't want to leave him...Why!? What the hell's so attractive about that bastard?! Why am I so drawn to him? Is it because we had sex? Is it because he told me he loved me? No... I felt it before that...'

Misaki's thoughts disturbed him.

It was disgusting. Wrong. And selfish...he couldn't tell about his love for the other man. He just couldn't.

"And to think that...I might be...carrying your child... I can't deal with you and...that..."Misaki whispered to himself, putting a hand on his rounded stomach.

The brunet teen laid quietly for a while.

His brows furrowed as his bottom lip trembled.

'I didn't want this... I never wanted this...'

"You did this to me," Misaki hissed, "You stole me! And then you made me fall in love with you and allow you to fuck me! And now," Misaki looked around at the empty room, "all I have is this."

Ahhh don't hate me for the first scene.. I know it was unrealistic... but I needed that plot set up..but then again... in the manga they met pretty much the same way so yea... .