Roppi stared at himself in the mirror. All his bandages and stitches were gone. And his cauterized ankle was completely healed.

A long vertical scar trailed over his right shoulder, being a constant reminder that Takashiro had marked him. Smaller cuts lay over his side and leg while little white nicks marked the space in front of his ear. However, his hair was able to hide them relatively well and they didn't reach up to his eye or cheek.

His road rash had vanished long ago and left not a scar to be seen. Even though he should be happy about it, it slightly irked him. There were more scars on the left side of his body than on the right. Of course, it made sense since all the people who have left scars on him were right-handed but it annoyed him that he was lopsided.

Although what annoyed him more than that was the fact that Takashiro made an identical twin to the scar that lied on his left shoulder.

Symmetrical scars were not sexy. In the slightest.

And that caused him to growl.

"I'm covered in enough scars as it is, I really don't need anymore." He muttered to himself in the isolation of the bathroom.

Honestly, every scar was annoying.

The fact that he had some on his face—which would draw attention of others if they were ever scene.

The fact that he had symmetrical cuts on his shoulders—which look stupid as hell.

The fact that he had more on his left side than right side.

The fact that his ankle looked like his lower back.

It was all so annoying.

Roppi wasn't one about changing appearances but he was starting to play with the notion of plastic surgery. He didn't really know how it works, but it could get rid of such...marks, right? He wouldn't mind it at all at this point.

He looked like a walking carved-turkey.

And even he thought that it was disgusting.

He agreed that a scar here or there in the right spot was attractive—like Shiki's or Akabayashi's— but having an array of them was just gross.

Roppi sighed heavily as he leaned over the sink.

'I'm thinking about stupid shit again. There's nothing I can do about it so just stop thinking.'

Roppi was aware that when he got lonely, he started thinking about things that he doesn't really need to think about. But unfortunately he couldn't distract himself with anything like he usually would.

No TV.

No work.

No internet.

No cellphone.

Not even sunlight. He couldn't even watch the clouds roll by or stare at rain.

He couldn't do anything but take a shower and watch the water go down the drain till the water turned cold and made his lips turn blue.

He had been so lonely that he started to play was his toothpaste froth after brushing his teeth. He'd spit it out so it would make patterns and try to create a picture or drawing with the move of his tongue.

If that didn't show how bored he was, he didn't know what else would.

Roppi heard the bedroom door open and close. He glanced back up at the mirror, staring at his naked body and pondered whether he should put some clothes on. Takashiro would just take it off him anyway, but making the man go through the hassle of undressing him was the most Roppi could do as retaliation.

But...

Roppi was starting to get tired.

He noticed that he wasn't really 'there' whenever Takashiro was on top of him. Although that's something he had taught himself to do long ago, it had been such a long time since he had gone so deep into his mind. Those three rapists couldn't force him to go into the same depths that he'd reached with Takashiro.

Which led Roppi to the realization...

He was starting to give up.

Roppi sighed and grabbed his nightgown off the back of the toilet and pulled it on over his head.

As he was settling back to looking at himself in the mirror, the bathroom door opened. The man he hated smiled at him. Roppi didn't turned around and refused to raise his eyes to the mirror. He wouldn't register Takashiro's existence till he absolutely had to.

Because that was the most console he could give himself.

'I wanna go home.'

Takashiro wrapped his arms around him.

'Tsukishima...'


"Roppi. Roppi. Shit. I love you. I love you."

'I wanna go home.'

"Fuck, Roppi. I love you so—tch!"

'I don't want this.'

"Hah, Roppi. Can we go again? I wanna go again."

'I hate this.'

"God, Roppi, you body is incredible."

'I hate you.'

"Roppi. Roppi!"

'How long has it been since I've seen someone else?'

Takashiro groaned.

'How long has it been since he brought me here? Has another month passed?'

"I love you."

'I wanna see Tsuki.'

"Love you so much. So...hah Roppi. I love you."

'Tsukishima. I want to see Tsukishima. Tsukishima.'

"Roppi, I love—"

"Tsukishima..."


Tsuki stared out the night-flooded window. 'Two months now.'

Two months have passed since Roppi's disappearance. A month since Izaya announced it was kidnapping.

And soon school will start again.

'Roppi-san...'

The front door slammed loudly, making Tsuki jump and reach for the knife on the table.

Only to relax as Delic came into the living room.

"Don't scare me like that." Tsuki glowered.

"I think I may have found him."

Tsuki's eye widened. "Wha—really?!"

"Yeah." Delic pulled out his phone as well as a piece of paper. "Had to pull some strings but I got an address."

"T-that's great!" Tsuki said.

But he was aware that Delic smelt. And he knew that smell from nightly sessions with Roppi.

'Nii-san...'

"Alright." Delic put his phone down. "Everyone's got it. Someone'll check it out."

"Do-do you want me to make dinner?"

"Nah, I'm tired. I'm gonna take a bath and head to bed."

"W-want me to join you?"

"Hah?"

"I-I mean...yo-you know, giv-give you company..."

Delic just stared at him. Then chuckled.

"Alright. You can wash my back. Lock the front door."

"Got it."

'Let's hope the information was worth it.'


"What...was...that?"

"Hm?" Roppi blinked, looking up at Takashiro. 'He stopped?'

"What...did you...just...say?"

Roppi's eyes widened. 'He-he's...'

"What the HELL did you just say?!" Takashiro slammed his hands down on Roppi's shoulders, making the albino cringe.

"Ta-Taka—"

"That is NOT what you said! You said Tsukishima!"

"Th-that hurts, Taka—"

"Who is Tsukishima?!"

"No-no one! He isn't—"

"LIAR!"

Takashiro's hands clasped around his throat.

Roppi's eyes stretched wider than they already were as his hands grabbed and pulled at his assailants grip. His legs kicked while his chest started to constrict from lack of air.

"Ta-Taka—"

Roppi let out a choked cough.

Which caused Takashiro to release.

The albino turned away—only being able to turn his torso away since his lower half was still connected to Takashiro's—hacking and coughing. He kept his hands over his throat so the brown-haired kidnapper couldn't do it again.

"Who is Tsukishima?"

"No-no one, nn! He's no one—"

"Don't lie to me, goddammit—"

"What's it matter who?! *cough* I'm with you now so—"

"But you're thinking of him while you should be thinking of me!" Takashiro slammed his hands on either side of Roppi—which inadvertently caused him to thrust forward, although it went unnoticed by the older male while Roppi only closed one eye in acknowledgment.

"I—"

"It's that blond, isn't it?"

Roppi's eyes widened.

"The blond you hugged. The one that carried you after the rock hit your face. That's Tsukishima, isn't—"

"N-no-no! It's not! He has nothing to do with this! He—"

"You're lying!"

"I-I'm not—"

"Then why are you stuttering?!"

"Because you're scaring me!"

Takashiro's eyes narrowed.

Then he backed away, pulling out of the albino completely.

"Nn." Roppi twitched. "Wh-where are you going?"

"Out."

"Eh? But why?"

"Because."

"W-wait!" Roppi leaped off the bed, his nightgown falling back into place, and wrapped his arms around Takashiro's back. "Pl-please don't go. Whatever you're thinking of doing, don't. Just...come back to bed."

"No. This Tsukishima—"

"He's nothing, Takashiro." Roppi swiveled around, pressing his back against the door and putting his hands on his captives shoulders. "I'm with you now so what's it matter? That Tsuki guy isn't even worth the effort."

Roppi trailed his hands down Takashiro's body, rubbing his palm against the distinct bulge in his pants.

"So let's go back to bed, neh?"

He pressed against Takashiro, undoing his pants to release the member.

"Or would you rather do it here?"

Roppi smiled up at him, forcing the disgust and shame down so it wouldn't show. He knelt down and stroked the arousal before putting his mouth over it.

He tried not to gag. He could task the saliva and his own taste on the member but he refused to let that disgust him and continued to try and distract Takashiro.

And he must have done a splendid job as he didn't get very far before Takashiro was making him stand once again. He hooked his arms under Roppi's knees and pressed him against the door.

"Hm!" Roppi arched as Takashiro put it back in. "Hah, Takashiro."

Takashiro leaned his head down, pressing his mouth against his shoulder.

"I love you, Roppi."

Taka...lih!"

"I love you."

Roppi wrapped his arms around his neck.

'I hate you.'

Takashiro looked up at him with a bit of surprise—as Roppi hadn't held onto him during the entirety of being reunited—then forced his tongue in Roppi's mouth.

'But I won't let you kill Tsuki. So you can use my body however you please. Just don't hurt Tsuki.'

Soon, Takashiro thrust up hard, filling Roppi's insides with a groan of pleasure.

Takashiro slumped, falling to his knees and dragging Roppi with him as he basked in his afterglow.

Then he pulled out and stood.

Roppi followed suit.

"Let's shower, neh?" Roppi smiled at him. "We can keep doing all the things you want—"

Roppi was taken by surprise as Takashiro slammed him on the bed.

"Wh-what—"

Takashiro pinned his wrists to the bed, grabbing the handcuff still attached to the headboard and clamping it over his arm.

"Wh-what are you doing?! You said you'd stop using the chai—"

Takashiro silenced him with a kiss. Deep and intimate, pushing his tongue down Roppi's throat.

"Mm. Hm."

'Can't breathe...'

Takashiro separated, rubbing his thumb over Roppi's cheek.

"Ill be back."

"Wh..."

Takashiro stood and went to the door.

"Wha-wa-wait! Takashiro! Don't go! Please!" Roppi tugged on his chain. "Please, Tsuki never did anything wrong! You don't need to—"

The door slammed shut.

Leaving Roppi alone in his own despair.


So in the original, long-hand storyline, I continued to what will now be the next chapter. But I feel like being a dick cuz I got a thing for cliff-hangers. I'm not sorry.

-Kittycatkyla

-The rest is just my checklist of what I'm working on (this is more for me than you guys, I feel like I need to put this here so that when I reread my stuff, it'll be staring at me) so you can ignore it. Or comment on it if you want. *le shrug* *le shrug*-

Camera's and Letter's Part 2 Extra's

Camera's and Letter's Part 3

Crowns and Headphones Part 1

Silent Hill

Now Now

Time to Give Birth

Who Are You? (redo)

Pain needs to be typed.

Probably should work on Happy Birthday, Those with Red Eyes part 2, Let's Make a Video, Hunger Games, Experimentation, My beautiful Princess, Slenderman, Warrior Cats.

Monsters are the Hunters.

Mixed Harmony Comic KittyXEqui.

Probably should work on Hirakots.

Probably should do some Korathona's.-scratch that-

Finish Xaleria's comic.

Scans.

Should I start doing Hetalia? If so, then should they be comics or fanfics? Not sure yet (I WILL TAKE OPINIONS ON THIS ONE!)

-Mer mer mer. Shit, fuck, piss, and cock. What to do? What to work on? Fucker fuckernut. Mer-

~Kittycatkyla~