AN: GG: Noct and Prom are. . . not in a for a good time. And who's behind all of this?

The door to the cell room burst open and the men came back in. They opened up Noctis's cell and two of the men grabbed his arms. They started to drag him out of the cell slowly all while Prompto watched in horror.

Noctis stared at Prompto as he was taken away, not resisting to make sure he stayed safe. He found himself thrown into a chair and quickly strapped down to the furniture with them watching him.

"Time to bore me to death?" Noctis asked as he tested the restraints.

The one man who seemed like the leader came up and slapped Noctis across the face. "Your attitude is really grating. Keep it up, and it'll only get worse."

"Promises, promises. You're the only one who seems to have an issue with my attitude." Noctis replied, trying to seem as if he hadn't cut anything in his mouth.

"I have issues with the whole damn monarchy," the man growled. "Now you keep your mouth shut until we say so. We're going to make a special video for the king."

Noctis clamped his teeth together at that. A video to his father? That would make things more complicated as Dad would definitely get very upset depending on what they did during the video and act irrationally.

A video camera was set up before him as the other men in the room began working on the nearby computers.

The leader grinned as he turned on the camera. "Let's begin, shall we?"

The grin made Noctis send a silent prayer to the Astrals as he did his best to keep his face neutral as he was slapped again. Definitely had cut his cheek with that one.

"Well your majesty, looks like we have something you'd like back," The leader said as he looked over his shoulder to the camera.

The man began to walk around the room, within the frame of the camera. "We can be reasonable though. I have no issues discussing some terms of agreement. After all, isn't a son much more important than anything else?"

"And we aren't asking too much. Just a little bit of money, and the ability to get out of the city safely to start with," He said as he came up behind Noctis to place a hand in the dark hand but not grabbing yet.

"And maybe just one more one. One teeny tiny thing. My men and I were thinking you could also overturn a few specific laws for us. You know the ones."

"Of course, if you don't do as we ask, well, I imagine you're a smart man. And you know what we have. No need to make us. We aren't known for being rather patient."

The man placed a hand on top of Noctis's head. His fingers ran through Noctis's hair until he gripped the hair tightly. "And our patience grows rather thin. So do us a favor and help speed things up."

Noctis couldn't help the wince from his head being jerked showing for a moment. He knew his neck was being exposed just in case they wanted to show his murder on camera.

"If we don't hear from you soon, we'll be in touch, but I think you won't like what we have in store then."

"Your son can be a rather... disrespectful ingrate," the man sneered. "So I would say, better get started sooner than later unless... well you know where this will go."

Finally the camera stopped and the leader left Noctis alone. He had to hope Clarus or Cor would prevent Dad from giving in. He would hate himself for hurting anyone else by getting caught.

"Alright," the man pointed to one of his men. "You export that and send it over to our beloved king... and you, take our esteemed guest back to his cell."

Noctis watched them undo his bindings, and as he was being picked up and the leader wasn't looking, he broke one of his arms out of being held and tried to get his other one freed as well.

"Hey!" One of the other men shouted, struggling to hold him. "Stay still you little brat!"

He planted his good leg on the ground and kicked out hard to break the hold. As soon as he got free, he dashed to the door to try and bolt out of there.

"Stop him!"

Before Noctis could make it very far he felt electricity shoot through his body as a taser struck his back. The pain it caused was almost unbearable, and Noctis tumbled to the floor.

The assistant men grabbed his, gripping his arms tightly and had him face the leader. In an instance he slapped Noctis's face, this time twice in a row.

"Your attitude is getting tiresome. I think you'll find we don't like being trifled with." The leader snarled.

Noctis didn't have any control over his limbs as he was picked up from the floor and dragged back to his cell. He fell to the floor as he fought off the effects of the electricity to at least wipe the blood off his face.

Noctis waited as the pain slowly started to fade, but he realized something was wrong. It was too quiet. Prompto wasn't frantically asking how he was doing.

Lifting his head he looked across to the other cell and saw that Prompto was curled up against the corner. His arms wrapped around his legs, as he rocked back and forth.

With another frantic wipe to his face with his sleeve to remove the blood, Noctis hurried to the edge of the cell. "Prompto! Prompto, what's wrong? Talk to me. Please." He begged.

Faint rapid breathes were heard from the blond. "I can't... the walls... closing in."

"No, no, you're safe. I'm here with you." Noctis tried to assure him. "Look at me, I'm here."

Prompto shook his head. "I can't... can't breath..."

Noctis tapped his hand on the floor as he tried to remember what Ignis had taught him before. "Prom, buddy, can you try and breathe with me? In-2-3, out-2-3."

At first it didn't seem like it was working, Prompto still muttered to himself and shook. But eventually his breathing started slowly and the rocking came to a stop.

Prompto turned his head, his eyes full of tears. "N-Noct?"

"Hey there. Are you... what can I do?" Noctis asked softly.

Prompto frowned, looking like he was about to start crying at any given moment. "I'm sorry... you were gone, and I, I um..."

Noctis looked over Prompto to make sure there wasn't anything physically wrong still. "Was it being alone, or just, all of this? Or... something else bothering you?" He asked carefully.

"Noct, I never told you this, but I uh..." Prompto hesitated for a moment. He ran his arms over his arms in an attempt to try and calm himself. "I'm claustrophobic."

The response made Noctis bury a large swath of curse words down. "And this is the- the worst kind of scenario for you. Prom... I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to keep being sorry... not your fault I'm like this."

"But it's my fault you're here at all." He could feel the tears forming as the shreds of his calm frayed. "Some friend I am."

"N-No! It isn't your fault, Noct. Please," Prompto pleaded.

Noctis closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, if you're sure. Is there anything that helps you deal with your claustrophobia?"

"I don't know... just remembering to breathe I guess. Knowing you're here helps."

"I'll be here as much as I can. Not going anywhere without you."

Prompto nodded. "Thanks..."

The door opened again and the leader came in, a plate with some pieces of bread in one hand and a water bottle in the other. He placed it down next to Prompto's cell.

Then he turned around to Noctis. "That little escape stunt you pulled revoked your meal for the night. And don't think your little pet here can give you any. I'll have one of my men watching over the two of you."

At that moment another man came through the door and stood near the two cells, watching them with fierce eyes.

Noctis watched the man and scooted back from the edge of the cell to show he wouldn't try anything. "I wouldn't imagine ruining their fun."

Prompto eyed the food and then Noctis. He almost looked hesitant to take what was placed before him.

Noctis gave Prompto a little nod and smile to get him to eat.

Reaching out Prompto took the food and water, beginning to eat it slowly. The leader left after that, leaving the guard man behind to watch them.

As Prompto ate, Noctis did his best to find a good place to relax in the corner of his cell. He needed a moment to try and get his spasming muscles to relax and not worry Prompto since he hadn't noticed yet.

Prompto finished the food and then slowly drank his water. When he was finished the guard collected the items and left the room temporarily.

"So... what happened before? When they took you?"

"They made a video to send to Dad, giving their demands and threats." Noctis said. "Then I pulled a stunt that caused what you just saw a moment ago."

"Wh-what did they do to you?"

"Smacked me around some, nothing too bad." Noctis said with a little shrug.

"But your nose was bleeding. Come on, you can tell me," Prompto said as he moved closer to the front of the cell.

"Oh, that was from my stunt. I got backhanded pretty hard after they, um, tazed me."

"T-Tased you!?" Prompto shouted. "D-Dude! Are you okay!?"

"Mostly? Just a little tremor right now." He confessed.

"Shit..." Prompto's eyes watered again. "I don't want you to get hurt. Please Noct..."

"I'll try my best, but I'm not going to sit back and not fight some."

"But fighting... that's just going to get you hurt again. H-How do we know these guys won't... well," Prompto placed a hand over his throat.

"Too valuable right now." Noctis said softly. "And I know I'm hard to kill."

"Well I know I'm not," Prompto muttered.

"Well, I'll do everything I can to keep you safe."

"Yeah, I know. I hope that's true."

"Me too." Noctis said softly. "We should... we should try to get some sleep, before something else happens." He said louder.

Prompto curled up onto his side, trying to stay as warm as he could against the cold floor. "I don't even think sleep is possible anymore."

Noctis propped his back against the wall, hating how the cold sank into his back to make everything tense a bit more. "We can at least try."

Prompto nodded before he closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep. Eventually his body did loosen up, and he seemed to be out like a light.

Noctis did his best to take his own advice and get some rest, but he did take a moment to press his head against his knees when he thought Prompto was asleep to let himself shake and cry softly. "I'm so sorry Prom, I'll get you out of here, I promise. But I'm so scared." he whispered to himself as he eventually fell to his side and cried himself to sleep.

AN: Riku: These poor poor boys... what have we done? Heh... find out it more next time :)