A/N: Thank you guys for the comments! Also if you didn't know this is where I am heading with the book. Its only going to get more interesting from here. Will they set aside their differences and work together or leave Rin? Decisions, Decisions.
A few days passed and Rin hadn't been seen at all. The other cram students have been out all the nights trying to find Alistair with no luck. They were starting to get frustrated after the 3rd night of not running into anything. Suguro on the other hand was just angry. He thought telling Rin off would make him feel better, but it made him feel worse. Yukio had said he looked so bad but he wouldn't come out of the room and it was making Suguro angry. He didn't mean what he said, it was the heat of the moment and it wasn't meant to be poured out of his mouth. He regretted it.
Suguro sighed, leaning into the couch. "Ah! I'm so exhausted!" Shima complained, sinking onto the floor next to Suguro. Koneko chuckled.
"Calm down Shima." Koneko mused.
They continued to complain, but Suguro wasn't paying attention at all. His brain too fogged to think at the moment. Suguro sighed, sitting up to lean against the palms of his hands.
"Suguro, you good?" Shima asked.
Suguro groaned. "I just keep thinking about what happened with Okumura." He said, noticing he called him by his last name once again. It felt appropriate at this time.
Shima whistled. "Yeah that was pretty brutal. Not only did you belittle him, you said some pretty harsh things there, Bon."
Suguro rubbed at his face before running a hand through his hair. "I didn't mean for it to come out so harshly. I wanted to motivate him." He explained.
Shima chuckled. "You did a piss poor job at it."
"Why did you want to motivate him?" Koneko asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Suguro let out a frustrated grunt. "I don't hate the guy, I'm just annoyed that he is being such a… pain in my ass with this not believing in himself lately. He has so much self pity ever since he became paralyzed. Even before I knew about his lineage he was the only one I could really go up against as a challenge. Now he just… sits there waiting for some miracle to fall into his lap and it's crippling him more than he realizes. He can't seem to accept that he is crippled and therefore thinks he isn't worth anything." Suguro finished, letting out a defeated sigh.
Koneko and Shima looked so inspired by his speech it made Suguro flush red. Shima pretended to wipe a tear away. "That was beautiful, Bon." He teased.
Suguro scoffed, shoving his face away from him. "Shuddup."
Shima chuckled. "No but in all seriousness that really was deep. Have you ever thought about sitting Rin down and talking to him? He may benefit from it." Shima announced, lying back on the floor.
Suguro thought about it and knew that's what he needed to do. He cleared his throat and stood up. "That's exactly what I am going to do. Feel free to come if ya want."
Shima perked up, before scrambling to his feet. Koneko on the other hand was hesitant, but knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from Shima so he decided to stand up with them. They made their way to Rin's room.
Rin had yet to get out of bed. He felt miserable and hadn't eaten at all since that night of the fight. He barely gets sleep and all he does is sit in the bed, staring out of the back sliding door. Rin was still in the same clothes from that night. The jean pants and hoodie, his hair sitting like a pile of grease on his head, but he didn't care. He was so depressed he literally felt like an empty shell.
There was knocking at the door, making Rin stir in his bed. He slowly lifted his head to look at the dark blue door. There was another knock before someone spoke. "Okumura I know you are in there, I want to talk." Rin felt his heart jump into his throat as he slowly sat up, still cautious about the door.
Rin cleared his throat. "Go away. Haven't you said enough?" Rin answered back, sounding gastly to his own ears.
He heard a discouraged sigh on the other side of the door. "I wanted to talk to you about the other night."
Rin tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it didn't want to listen. He threw the covers off, reaching over to his night stand, turning on the lamp before helping his legs to swing off the side of the bed. He reached for his wheelchair, positioning it just right. Once it was, Rin carefully lowered himself into the chair.
"Rin?" Shima responded this time. Rin sighed, positioning himself in the chair before he was ready.
"I'm coming." He said. He wheeled himself to the end of the bed, before stopping. His whole body shivered, knowing this sensation. It was the cold presence of him. Alistair and Rin was vulnerable. He couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was, but Rin knew it was close.
He hurried to the door, but just as he reached out to grab the handle, he was jerked back harshly, nearly making him tip over. Rin grunted when he slammed against the bed. He looked around, noticing no one was there. His breathing was picking up before he noticed it was the same thing he first felt when he was in this same position.
"We won't hurt you Rin. We just want to talk." Suguro explained, his voice much more pleading.
Rin opened his mouth to say something when he felt a harsh grip closing his mouth. Rin mumbled, reacting by throwing his hands up to the assailants grip. He looked behind to see who it was. His blood ran cold.
It was Alistair, staring at him with those cold red eyes, the snide smirk present on his face. "Time to join the gallery. Like I said, I was captivated by you and there for I have come to collect." He whispered into Rin's ear.
Fear and adrenaline kicked in and Rin acted. Noticing how close Alistair's face was, he used his head and threw it back, knocking him in the nose. Rin was released as Alistair flew back. Rin used that moment to go towards the door but once inches away his chair was caught once again. This time he was slammed into the wall before Alistair grabbed a fistful of Rin's hoodie, before he was thrown to the floor, the loud thud alerting Suguro and the others outside.
"Rin? You okay? Did you fall?" Shima asked. "Koneko, go get Yukio, he is in Shura's room down the hall!"
Rin coughed, his back injury flaring up as he looked up to see blood flooding down Alistair's face. Rin started to crawl, grabbing the cord of another lamp, yanking it to the ground, watching as it dropped to the floor. With all his strength he picked it up and threw it. Alistair dodged it, his grin growing. The lamp shattered against the bed frame before scattering on the bed. Alistair bent down and grabbed a fistfull of Rin's hoodie, pulling him close to his face. Rin only glared.
"You will regret that. Perhaps Human trafficking is too kind, shall we try the darker side for you?" He asked. "I'm sure with your looks you'll be offered at a great price in that area."
Rin was confused, and it showed on his face considering Alistair chuckled. "Poor boy, you really are dull. What is the darker form of human trafficking? It usually involves sleazy men." He chuckled.
Finally Rin got it and knew what he meant. His whole face paled, but Rin didn't get time to process it as a blow to the stomach made dark spots blur his vision. He slumped against the hold of his hoodie, the last thing he saw before things went black was the red eyes laughing at him.
Alistair threw the unconscious Rin over his shoulder. The door opened, revealing Shura, Yukio and the Kyoto tribe all staring at the scene in front of them. Alistair smiled, watching their eyes go to Rin who was strung over him like a sack of potatoes. "Caught am I? Don't mind me, I'm just here to collect." He beamed.
Yukio reached for his gun and aimed it at Alistair who merely chuckled at it. "Drop him or you'll regret it." Yukio threatened.
Alistair sighed. "You ruined my other suit. I would be sad if this one gets ruined by your pretty friends blood." He addressed.
"What do you want with Rin, yew bastard?" Shura asked.
Alistair 'hmmed', before sending a chilling smile their way. "He is the Son of Satan. It's not everyday you see a rare one like that. I saw an opportunity to make money and I took it."
"So what, your going to sell him to someone as a slave labor?" Suguro asked, anger boiling in his stomach.
Alistair scoffed. "Of course not." He paused, the shadows around his feet slowly morphing around him. "He is too rare for that. I would get more money out of selling his body."
Yukio felt like vomiting, hearing that coming out of his mouth.
"Yew plan to sell him at a-" Shura was cut off.
"You needn't speak it. It's quite a vile thing to say." He paused squinting his eyes playfully. "If you don't want him to be sold like a broodmare, you can save him. The auction will take place three weeks from now. If you are determined to get him back, I will be waiting. I do enjoy a good game." He said, before he disappeared into the they disappeared, Yukio slowly lowered his gun before turning around to punch the wall. Koneko jumped at the rage coming off of him.
No one said anything for a few beats, until Shura decided to speak. "Calm down, Yukio. We will get him back, we just need to work together. Everyone downstairs now." She explained. Yukio sighed, knowing she was right. They had three weeks. That was all they needed to get him back.