Disclaimer: DRAMAtical Murder © Nitro+chiral (Nitroplus)

Pairing: Koujaku x Aoba

Phone was put back when she was done making the call. Someone who just called her is a guy wears voice changer. But she knew it was Morphine member.

Koujaku looked at Tae's tensed face and asked, "What's wrong, Tae-san? Any news from Aoba?"

Tae sighed. "Aoba's been kidnapped by a Morphine who wants his power to be shut down."

Koujaku gasped when he heard the news. He probably knew something was wrong with that man he saw around Aoba's home last night. Whe he checked out on Aoba to confirm his suspect, the guy was unable to be contacted. And soon, Tae told him that Aoba has been missing.

"What did he say?" asked Koujaku.

"We only have about forty minutes until Aoba found alive." She felt her voice tremble. "Were you able to trace a call?"

The name that first came to his head was Noiz. Apparently he's gona need Mink's help too.

"Don't worry, I will gather Noiz and Mink to help us find Aoba. I'm sure Noiz can trace Aoba's location from his data connections."

Without wasting any time, Koujaku immediately slid to the location when Noiz managed to track down. The teen found something on the name was Trip. Koujaku knew it. Trip was the guy that's always bothering Aoba along with Virus. Mink knew them too.

Is he really member of Morphine team?

Along with Mink, Koujaku made it to the warehouse in a shady part of the city in record time. During the ride Mink having broke nearly every traffic law getting there with his motorcyrcle. Koujaku jumped out before Mink had come to a complete stop, starting to sprint to the warehouse before he heard a voice call out behind him, "Koujaku, wait!"

He spun around quickly. "I don't have time to wait, Aoba could be dying." He saw Mink's brow furrow. "I'll go in and you wait here. I will need your help later."

Mink shrugged. Koujaku who usually calm looks panicked since Aoba disappeared. Mink knows a little something about them. About how Koujaku loves Aoba since they were kids because they grew up in the same neighbourhood.

Very quickly Koujaku had disappeared from his sight since he entered the warehouse himself. Then Mink immediately contacted his Scrath team for the attack.

On the other side Koujaku crept through the nearly silent building, something was off, he could feel it. The building was empty with two doors at the end of the building. He crept over to the first door and opened it quietly. It was empty. He cursed under his breath and made his way to the second and turned the knob, entering with his sword held out in front of him.

And his blood ran cold.

Aoba was there! Lying motionless on a pool of blood.

He made it to Aoba's side, who was barely conscious. He knelt down beside the blue haired guy and pulled him slightly away from the floor and rolled him onto his back. Aoba' head lolled lifelessly to the side. The blood still rushing from the wound and Koujaku pressed a hand against it trying to stem the blood flow.

Aoba moaned and his eyes fluttered beneath his eyelids.

"Come on, Aoba. Wake up." Koujaku called and brushed Aoba' hair away from his forehead. "Open your eyes to me."

Aoba opened his eyes slowly before closing briefly once more.

"No, you need to stay awake."

His eyes opened up once more and he stared into Koujaku's concerned eyes. He focused on keeping his eyes open and breathed as deeply as he could through the pain coming form the wound in his stomach. Even with a hands pressing uncomfortably on the wounds, they still bled rapidly.

"What happened?" Koujaku asked.

"Virus ... stabbed."

He heard Koujaku cursed under his breath. He looked at Koujaku again saw that his worry had intensified drastically. Then that man called someone to help him, not long after that Aoba saw Mink come and kneeled beside him.

"How bad?" Mink looked over Aoba's wound with no expressions.

"The wound is deep."

"I've been all over this place and found nothing," said Mink. "This is a long-abandoned warehouse."

"What about those fuckin' gangsters?"

"Noiz already tracking them and Scratch on their way to strike."

Koujaku shocked. So the tormentor was left Aoba here alone to bleed to death? Seeing how cold his skin was, Aoba must have been unconscious for hours though the bleeding had nearly stopped.

Shit!

His anger made his hands clench in the wound unconsciously and Aoba jolted awake.

"Koujaku ..."

"I'm sorry." Though he said that, Koujaku kept the pressure firmly and the blue guy squirming his body away from the burning hot pain.

"H-Hurt ... don't touch." Aoba slurred.

"I know it hurts but you can't fight against it okay?"

Aoba gritted his teeth. He didn't understand why he had to feel the overwhelming pain that seemed to swallow him in a molten lava.

"Aoba, did you know Virus and Trip were Morphine's?" asked Koujaku. When there was no answer, he patted Aoba' cheek. "Aoba? Hei! Focus on my voice."

Didn't respon, but Aoba opened his eyes weakly. They look glassy and watery.

"Why were they kidnapped you? Is there any reason?" Koujaku tried again.

"Power ..." he answered slowly.

Power?

"Do you have power or something?" The Koujaku tsked. Looks really pissed off. "What ever! I knew they were scum, but I never thought he'd hurt you this bad."

He stroked Aoba's cheeks and forehead, wiped the sweats away from the pale face. Aoba barely conscious about his surroundings.

Koujake bit his lip. "How bad your pain?"

"N-Nine, maybe ..." Aoba didn't try to lied.

"That must've hurt a lot, Braveheart." Koujaku tried hard to not flinched about how bad Aoba' pain was. "Are you feeling cold? Are there any other injures? Tell me, Aoba."

In the back of his mind Aoba knew the question wasn't really to find out the answer but an attempt to keep him conscious and responsive.

Before he could said something, hot agony glared down his wound and he coughed, feeling liquid in his mouth.

"Aoba!"

He heard Koujaku called him, but it was hard to make his mind focus. Warm fingers seems to touched his hand to feel his pulse. But everything was growing numb, his mind, his body. Eye sight was starting to go at the edges, blackness creeping in.

"Where's the help?! He's lost too much blood!" Koujaku barked.

"Still on the way." Mink answered flatly.

He tore Aoba shirt to looked at the wound. The bleeding has stopped but the gash were bad, really bad. Calmly, he took off his headband, the one with has pink colour, and then bandaged the wound with that.

Aoba didn't even stir as Mink tied hard the makeshift bandaged on his belly. He made no sounds part from his irregular breathing.

Koujaku knew the bandaged was pointless because the wound need to stitched as soon as possible. And soo from outside they finally heard a loud siren wailing. Its the paramedic! Koujaku perkep up, feeling incredibly relieved. Without wasting time he put his arm under Aoba's legs and hoisted him up in a bridal fashion.

He held onto Aoba tightly as they raced towards the ambulances. Aoba passed out pretty quickly and his head was dumping against Koujaku's shoulder, his head resting slightly under the man's chin. He began to feel truly afraid. He needed to get Aoba to Tae as fast as possible. He wasn't going to let Aoba die.

Koujaku looked down at the floor, still feeling guilty.

They waited there for almost several hours while Aoba going into the surgery. He was just about to jump up when the operation door burst open and Tae walked out. Her face looked exhausted.

"How is he?"

"He's certainly lost a lot of blood. And he's in bad shape." Tae looked at him briefly. "But his currently condition is improving. He had two deep stab wound in the stomach. One of the wounds had punctured through his stomach, nicked his pancreas, and sliced a great number of veins. The second sliced his colon and practically cut his gallbladder in half, the latter of which would need to come out and the knife was laced with poison. We managed to stop the flow of the poison with an anti-venom but it was still infected."

Koujaku gasped. "Poison?"

"I guess this is a poison that created to erased Aoba's power."

Mind power.

Koujaku had heard about the power. Mind power was buried deep within Aoba. Koujaku knew history of Aoba being lost control because the power. He had been with Aoba since childhood until he left Midorijima, and soon after he came back Tae told him she was pressed up that power after the blue haired friend had a fatal accident and losing memories.

"Is he gonna be okay?"

Tae did not answer and led him to the room where Aoba was in. "You can see him yourself. The side effect of the poison will weaken his immune system for entire life. But he will alive."

"How about his power?

"I don't know. Don't ask any questions, because even I couldn't figure it out before he regain conciousness."

He came through the door that Tae opened for him. And he felt his breath choking in his throat soon after he saw the figure was lying still on the bed.

It was Aoba.

His eyes were tightly shut, but he didn't look like he was in any pain.

Seeing him so pale and still frightened Koujaku more than he thought he would. He looked so small, hooked up to monitors, mask and with an IV drip attached to his arm. He took a step closer and rested his hand on Aoba's arm. His throat felt tight as he reached over for a chair.

He cleared his throat. "Aoba … I'm sorry. This is all my fault. You can't die on me just yet. I still haven't tell you my feeling ..." Koujaku take Aoba' hand and grip them softly. "I love you."

Finally for nearly two days Aoba had lain unconscious. His face was pale as a ghost, practically drinking antibiotics, saline, painkillers, and the cocktail of medications he had been put on to help his organs function.

And he alive.

During the time Koujaku also heard the news that the Scrath and Dry Juice attacked the Morphine. At first he felt angry at not being able to avenge the Morphine himself, but he was happy his friends replace there to help him.

Over the night, Tae came into the room surprised to see that Koujaku was still there. Two days had passed since Aoba had lost consciousness and that guy was stubbornly remaining by his side. Tae sighed and moved over to the bed. He looked down at Aoba and sat down on his bedside.

Aoba had developed a high fever, most likely due to the infection. The longer his fever was this high and the longer he didn't wake up the higher risk that he was going to lose his life. She placed her palm on Aoba's burning forehead. He was cold sweating and there were red flushes on his cheeks showing the fever coursing through his veins.

"Is there something I can do?" Koujaku had his head buried in his hands.

Tae ignored him as she pulled open the covers and unwounded the bandage around Aoba's stomach to checked the wound. She applying some alcohol to the wound before bandaging it once more. Then she brushed Aoba clammy forehead, as she saw a nurse had prepared cloth and a water basin for his grandson' fever.

"Keep the cloth on his forehead cool and call me if anything changes. I'll be back in an hour."

With that, Tae left him again in silence.

As the door closed, he heard nothing but the Aoba' breath behind the oxygen mask and the constant beep from heart monitor. At the time all he could do was looked at Aoba quite deeply. And his emotions are spilling out.

He's alive! He's breathing!

Aoba looks incredibly small under the heavy blanket wrapped him. Just like he did when they first met, when he was bullied by the bad boys.

Koujaku remembered how cute Aoba when he was a kid.

Ah. Koujaku really missed that moment.

"Come on, Aoba, wake up already," he whispered as he took Aoba' hand, and rubbed it gently.

Aoba mumbled something else, something that Koujaku couldn't quite understand.

"You seem to be having fun in your dreams." Koujaku chuckled. "What did you just say? Hm?"

There was no answer.

Koujaku sighed weakly. "Are you in pain? I hope no. Not ever again."

Because scenes from two days ago flashed painfully through his mind. Though he tried to throw away that awful scene the feeling of blood starting to run onto his fingers wasn't that easy to forget. He swore it would be the last time he saw Aoba get hurt.

He'll protect Aoba from now on. With all his heart! With his life!

"I did miss you though, when I was searching for you, I didn't think I could cope without you around. Please. Don't ever scare me like that."

Koujaku told him, bring Aoba's hand to his face and holding the back of his hand to his cheek. It was oddly comforting; the feel of Aoba's skin against his.

"Please ..." he whispered through his air.

And maybe this will be a long night.

Again.

tbc.