A/N: The original chapter was a ridiculous excuse of a piece of writing that I should truly be ashamed of. I'm sorry. I was wallowing so much in the height of my depression it began to affect my writing. My love to my beautiful muse ToktelasAndTea and for the equally beautiful gift you have given me. Words can never truly express my gratitude for being with me though we are thousands of miles apart. Here's a revised version of Misaki's troubles. Chapter 38 will be following shortly. I am currently in Honolulu on a work-visit and updates, though sparse, will hopefully pick up as soon as I return from the US.

Chapter 37-Prologue 3: Death Knows No Boundaries

"Pretty, ain't he?" dirty soiled fingers traced Misaki's translucent pale cheekbones, causing the brunette to cringe and shiver not in delight but in the utmost disgust. Hot, fish-like breath assaulted his nostrils, causing the bile to rise up in his esophagus but he fought valiantly to swallow it and hold it down. The dirty fingers continued their lewd tracing into the lines of his hair, "Had you been you a girl, I'd tear into you right now and fuck you the way I rammed my dick into that hot Japanese girl you were with. Oh, the bitch had been asking for it,".

Misaki opened his good eye widely, as his other eye was swollen shut when he tried valiantly but in vain to save Aki. He looked up defiantly at his captor. Red, hot anger swirling in his belly. He was unable to move, pushed down to his knees, with his hands bound to ropes tied to two pillars. Ritsu was taken first, knocked unconscious with a hard blow to the head, and had Aki not tried to stop the men, she wouldn't have gotten hurt, wouldn't have been… raped… in front of his eyes… Misaki squeezed his eyes shut; the pain did not drown out the screams and pleas of the woman he should've protected. He had watched helplessly as the brutes tore into her shamelessly, mercilessly; slamming their brute fists into her face when she refused to shut up, ravaging her without even the most miniscule of remorse. Dirtied her. Soiled her. Desecrated her.

And I let that happened to her… I'm sorry Aki… I wished I had been stronger for you…

He swallowed the dryness of his mouth with difficulty, feeling the tight constriction on his bruised throat where one of the men had gripped him tight. His good eye looked around, hoping to see where he might be held captive. It was a small fishing warehouse Misaki noticed, with plenty of barrels and crates lined around and stacked one on top of the other. The poor lighting casted shadows across the boxes and the crates and it rendered him difficult to see or recognize anyone's faces.

Where is Ritsu? I can't see him anywhere…is he okay?

Just as these thoughts took its course through his mind, a pair of hands grab the brunette's hair roughly as soon as the fingers reached up into his hairline, Misaki was forced to look up at his assailant. He placed as much hate and poison as he could muster into his eyes and stared back at the man, defiantly, rudely and obstinately. This did the complete opposite of what Misaki had hoped for. He had hoped for the man to assault him, hit him or leave him alone but the excitement he witnessed in the masked man's eyes only meant that the man had other things on his lecherous mind. The man held Misaki's head now with his dominant hand, keeping it still as he stood in front of the young man. Misaki could see the bulge that was very evident in front of his eyes, clad behind the thin fabric of a pair of black jeans.

Oh god... his mind screamed at him, what is this man thinking?!

With shockingly rude force, the man unzipped his pants. The sound of the zipper disengaging itself from its position was the most horrible sound Misaki had ever heard in his entire existence. Out spilled a large piece of slightly purple engorged meat, nearly bursting its own skin and slightly beating. The man began rubbing Misaki's tightly sealed lips against his massive member. It was bent upwards into an arrowhead, it's cylindrical stem thick with veins popping out on the sides, straining for ejaculation. Slightly huffing and straining, he ordered Misaki to open his mouth wide while he placed a small 9 millimeter gun to his forehead, warning the already terrified boy that if he didn't do as the masked man had said, he would be inherently sorry.

"I'll be dead first before I suck your damn cock!" Misaki spat angrily, denying the man's orders. There were angry tears now in his eyes. His heart palpitated so badly it felt as though it was about to burst out of his chest.

This again had the wrong effect on the man. He became even more excited at the idea of forcing his unwilling prey. Grabbing Misaki by the chin, he squeezed Misaki's cheeks inwards to a point where his lips finally formed a small O-shape despite his best effort not to open his mouth for invasion. The masked man took that small opportunity to ram his engorged phallus into the young man's mouth, forcing Misaki to not only choke but open his mouth wider to accommodate the man's size. Tears course down his cheeks in rivers as the man began pumping more vigorously into his mouth. His head was firmly held by the large hands and his own hands unable to move an inch to stop the madness. Grunts of intense sexual pleasure began to emit from behind the man's throat as he forced his phallus into the back of the brunette's throat even faster.

A nanosecond longer and hot bitter cum exploded in Misaki's mouth, causing the young man to choke and cough at the same time. Fresh tears welled up in his eyes. The bastard didn't stop his invasion even after that. Instead he began to ram faster into Misaki's hot cavern, and if Misaki hadn't experienced it himself, his deflated penis began to enlarge once again. Terror gripped the brunette's heart; frostbiting cold icicle-like fingers squeezed his heart into overdrive, giving him a healthy dose of adrenaline. Closing his eyes tightly, Usagi-san's name on the forefront of his mind, Misaki chomped down on the engorged member hard and unforgiving.

The man howled like a motherfucking banshee.

Everything became such a blur. The man was suddenly on the ground, his hands between his legs, screaming like there was no tomorrow. Misaki could taste the blood in his mouth as he spat out the disgusting piece of meat that he had clamped down on. He was a sight to behold, our Misaki, with a blood-streaked face, eyes filled with anger and anguish, hair messy and out of place, and that crazy smile that had suddenly plastered itself on his lips. He watched in grim satisfaction as the man writhed in pain on the floor. It was enough to make him want to scream and laugh out loudly to the world.

"You motherfucking son of a bitch!" the man screamed heinously. His scream was cut short when another voice interrupted him.

"Hands off the merchandise, Liam, you know the rules. See where it got you!" another man interjected, followed by a chuckle. Misaki looked around wildly, amid the shadows, another man's figure began to take shape.

Misaki had little time for panic to settle in. The slow click clacking of shoes against the wooden floor snapped at his attention. He watched, in growing apprehension with dread heavy in his heart -and fear began to escalate once more- as a figure emerged from the engulfing darkness. First, a foot… followed by another… a pair of long lean legs…. And as his eye moved upwards he began to recognize the figure of the man in front of him…

Panic was angry and furious.

"Ijuuin-sensei!" he squeaked, his voice coming out in a croak.

The man smiled at the call of his name but the smile didn't reach up to his eyes as he began unbuckling his belt, slowly approaching the frozen boy in front of him.

No… Misaki's mind pleaded… Usagi-san… save me…