When I Don't Remember

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : I own a cat named Zelgadis, a dog named Tyson (plus four other cats and another dog) but Weiss I don't own and never will either… Sad isn't it?

Warnings : Yaoi, OCC, angst (as usual), torture and stuff, probably should be more warnings but we'll leave it at this.

Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.
Zakennayo = Fuck you
Ksama = Bastard

Chapter 12. Dealing With Pain

Ken felt numb as Dean pushed him into a car and barked out orders to his men. Ran had been shot at least once, maybe twice. Was the redhead still alive? Ken hugged himself and fought to keep tears from running down his cheeks. Dean was gonna pay for that! He had no idea of how or when but that man was going to pay!
"So Ken, payback's a bitch, isn't it?" the green eyed man drawled in english and smiled. "The organisation is pretty impressed with Weiss actually," he said in japanese after a moment's silence. "But they're very disappointed that you didn't take out Hattori." What organisation was Dean talking about? The clan yakuza?
"Zakennayo!" the brunette spat out and glared at the green eyed man with hate.
"Such bad language from such a pretty boy," Dean smiled and gave the driver an order. "Hitoshi said you were handsome but I didn't expect an athlete." What the hell was that suppose to mean?
"What's gonna happen to me?" Green eyes met brown and narrowed slightly.
"I'm going to finish what Hitoshi started… But unlike him I'm going to take my sweet time." Ken swallowed and closed his eyes. Fukunishi's torture had in no way been forgotten and if Dean wanted it worse then that, Ken was in some serious shit.

Two shots were aimed at him and Ran instinctivly threw himself to the side. He sucked in a deep breath between clenched teeth and pulled his coat around him.
"Are you okay?" Omi shouted and hurried up to him. The redhead nodded.
"I'm fine, Omi."
"I think we're in shit-creek now Ran," Yoji growled and lit a smoke. "How are we gonna get Ken back?"
"Let's go back to the hotel and gear up," Ran mumbled. "We need some sort of plan for this." The two blondes nodded and started walking. Ran followed them slowly. They had to save Ken but the question was how? The brunette could be anywhere and he was the only one who knew Great Falls.
"Why didn't Dean just kill him right away?" Yoji asked and glanced over his shoulder.
"Dean wants revenge, I don't think just killing Ken would give him enough satisfaction" Ran answered quietly. "He might decide to… torture him."
"Fuck!"
"Those men Dean had with him were japanese," Omi frowned. "I think it's safe to assume that he is in bed, so to speak, with the clan yakuza."
"I agree," the redhead sighed. They continued walking in silence towards the hotel. The light from the moon reflected itself in the trail of blood that one of the three assassins left behind him.

Ran unlocked the door and entered his room. Carefully he removed his coat and winced at the sight of his blood-soaked shirt. The bullet had gone right through him and it didn't look like it was fatal but it was bleeding a lot. If he hadn't moved, it would have hit him straight in the stomach and most likely killed him. He went into the bathroom and started cleaning the wound with a wet towel. It might not kill him but it sure hurt like hell. Hissing in pain he examined the tattered edges of the wound. He would need stiches that much was obvious but he didn't want to alarm Yoji and Omi. The wound wasn't what he was concerned about though, all his thoughts were with Ken and the fact that the time they had to save him could be very limited. Swallowing back the lump in his throat the redhead walked back to the bedroom and pulled out one of the suitcases. It took him a while before the found the little bag where he kept needles, surgical thread, painkillers and bandages. Stiching up himself he was rather used to by now but that didn't mean it was painless. With trained fingers he cleaned up the edges and carefully sutured the wound together. The pain made him nauseus but he pushed it away with a low growl. When he was done he tried rasing his arms and stretch. A deep grunt of pain escaped him. Damn! Ran sighed inside. I'm not going to be able to work my katana like this. Taking painkillers to dull it was out of the question since that would slow down his movements and take the edge of his vigilance. He would just have to deal with the pain.

Ken was scared. Not so much for his own life but for Ran's. Dean had made it absolutely clear that if the brunette managed to stay alive he would most likely never be recognized as Hidaka Ken again. Now being dead was one thing but the thought of leaving Ran behind was another. Or, what might be even worse, survive only to live the rest of his life without being able to look himself in a mirror again. From what Omi had found out about Dean he was twisted enough to do something like that. The brunette swallowed down the lump in his throat and hugged himself. Was Ran still alive? He had to be, Ken wouldn't be able to pull through if he wasn't.
"Ran," he choked out and rested his forehead against his knees. They had just gotten their lives sorted out and then Dean came along and crushed it all. The brunette growled. Dean was going to regret the day he'd set his eyes on Weiss!
"Well hello again pretty boy," a familier voice drawled in english and green eyes looked at him with amusement. Ken glared at Dean and scowled.
"What do you want?" A soft laughter came from the green eyed man.
"I want to play. I'm sure you're fun to play with," was the answer he got.
"Over my dead body!" Ken spat out with hate.
"Hm tempting but I like my toys alive and kicking. Now since I got rid of your redhead I think you need someone new to play with you," Dean almost purred. The brunette shot up from the cold floor. He did not like the sound of that!
"Stay the fuck away from me!" Dean's eyes sparkled with twisted delight.
"Funny you should use that word pretty boy. Was that an invitation?" Ken took several steps back. Torture he could handle but rape? His whole body convulsed from disgust.
"If you touch me I'll kill you," he growled and crouched down, ready to carry out his promise.
"Oh please! I've killed more people than you can imagine Ken. What makes you think I can't take out a little hired assassin like you? I'm a Marine and you're a nobody," Dean said softly and came closer. Like Ken needed to hear that? He already knew that Dean could take him down with ease.
"Stay back!" the brunette warned and raised his hands. If Dean wanted him he would fight with all he had.
"You're even cuter when you're angry," the green eyed man chuckled but stopped moving. "Unfortunately I don't have the time, nor the patience, for games like this. You're ass is safe, for the time being at least." Ken sighed in relief. "But you are going to pay!" The amusement and softness in Dean's voice was gone.
"Pay for what?"
"Hitoshi." The brunette shook his head.
"I didn't kill him!"
"Like I said before that is a matter of opinion. Someone is going to pay for his death and it might as well be you," Dean shrugged. He's insane, Ken whined inside.
"Killing me won't bring him back," he said quietly and took another step back.
"Shut up!" The brunette frowned. Looks like I found a sore spot, he commented in his head.
"You can go around killing others for the rest of your life but Fukunishi isn't coming back." Green eyes flared with anger. "How many lifes are you going to take before you're satisfied?" Ken didn't really know what he was doing but if he could enrage Dean then maybe, just maybe, he'd have a better chance at fighting him. The green eyes man seemed to pull himself together.
"Just one, yours. I'm not greedy," he answered and smiled. Well that went really well, the brunette snorted to himself. Think Hidaka, think dammit!
"Fukunishi snatched me away from the ones I love, tortured me, almost killed me and then fucked up while driving and you blame me for it?"
"Bingo! If you hadn't been so foolish and given back that folder that would never have happened," Dean answered. Ken sighed, he couldn't really argue with that. So quickly the brunette hardly had time to react the much larger man moved forward and grabbed his shirt. "I wanna hear you scream in pain!" Dean snarled and threw him to the floor almost knocking him out cold. Dazed and with his back and head throbbing with pain from the impact Ken tried to get back onto his feet. A strong hand on his chest stopped him. "I don't think so." Dean aimed a hard blow to Ken's chest and they both heard one or several ribs crack. A sharp moan of pain escaped the brunette. Dean rose and paced around him. "I think I want to hear you beg Ken." Brown eyes looked up shining with stubborness. There was no way in hell he would beg to that man!
"Fuck you!" Ken snarled in english and clenched his hands into fists.
"Wrong answer." A large foot was placed on the brunette's hand och pressed down. Ken tried to pull away but Dean was too heavy. "Beg!" When he got no answer Dean pressed down harder and Ken whimpered as the bones in his hand screamed in protest. "I said, BEG!" The brunette bit down on his lip and closed his eyes. No matter what Dean did he refused to beg, his pride wouldn't allow it especially not since he had spilled information to Fukunishi. The green eyed man snickered and put all his weight on the foot covering Ken's fist. With a disgusting snap the bones broke and the brunette let out a piercing cry of pain and agony. "Not so tough after all hm?" Dean mused and delivered a hard kick to Ken's already broken ribs. "Let the pain sink in pretty boy, I'll be back in a while." With those words the brunette was left alone.

Ran picked up his katana and sighed. He would have to leave his beloved weapon behind. When he tried to use it he had almost blackened out from the pain. Maybe the wound from that shot had been more serious than he had thought at first? The redhead groaned. He couldn't go after Dean unarmed but the katana would have to stay behind. A knock on the door made him wince and he let out a low grumble of pain. He padded over to the door and opened it.
"We're all set," Omi said and the two blondes walked in. "I brought my laptop."
"Could you check for any links to Dean here?" Ran asked and carefully sat down.
"Sure."
"What's with the pale face Fujimiya?" Yoji asked and studied the redhead. Ran didn't answer. "You got hit back there didn't you?" Omi looked up from his laptop and frowned.
"Did you?" Ran sighed inside.
"It's only a scratch," he answered callously and shrugged. That was a big mistake and it caused him to wince in pain.
"Only a scratch huh?" Yoji muttered. "How bad is it?"
"Tell us Ran-kun. It could be dangerous if you're badly hurt." Without answering the redhead rose and showed his team-mates the wound.
"It's still bleeding," the lanky playboy frowned.
"Can you use your katana?" Ran shook his head at the small blonde's question.
"Fuck! How are we suppose to rescue Ken if you can't even…" The redhead gave Yoji a deadly glare that shut him up.
"We need a gun," Omi said matter-of-factly and returned his attention to the computer. They were all quiet for a long time. "Aha! I think I know where Ken-kun is!"

The pain was too much. His hand hurt so badly Ken couldn't even think about moving. Every breath he took threatened to kill him as his broken rib, or ribs, pressed into his lung. He didn't know how long he had been lying there screaming in agony but he had almost lost his voice by now. Fukunishi had broken his fingers but this was diffrent. Broken fingers could be fixated but he didn't have a clue to what to do about his hand. The muscles pulled the broken bones apart and caused him even more pain. A part of the brunette really wanted Dean to come back and just kill him but that wasn't going to happen. The green eyed man wanted him to suffer and this was just the beginning. Ken whimpered and closed his eyes. Ran, where are you? Please help me, he begged inside and took comfort in the image of his lover he could see before his eyes.
"I'm back pretty boy. Did you miss me?" a glee-filled voice suddenly said. "Screamed yourself hoarse huh?" Ken's dazed brown eyes opened slowly and looked at the man responsible for his pain.
"K… Ksama," the brunette croaked out and yelped in pain.
"Ready for round two?" Dean asked and smiled as he approached his victim. "I hope you're having as much fun as I am." The green eyed man kneeled beside the brunette and roughly pulled his head up. Ken cried out from the agony the sudden movement caused him and stared at Dean. A forcefull hand opened his mouth and then something was poured down his throat. "It won't kill you in these small volumes," Dean smirked and put his big hand over the brunette's mouth and nose, forcing him to swallow the bitter liquid. It traveled down his throat and felt like it set it on fire. Ken's eyes started watering and he desperatly wanted to throw up. "I wouldn't vomit if I was you," his tormenter warned him. "If you do I'll feed it back to you!" With pure willpower Ken managed to keep the liquid down. The pain from his broken bones subsided a little.
"Wh… what was that?" he asked hoarsly and gasped for air.
"It's a mild acid pretty boy. It hurts like hell though, doesn't it?" Dean answered with a morbid grin on his face. The brunette's insides were on fire and felt like they were being torn inside out. RAN! Ken screamed in his head. If Ran and the others didn't hurry there wouldn't be a Ken left for them to rescue.

~TBC~

Sorry another cliffhanger ne? I can't help it!!! *sighs* And please remember that if you kill me you'll never find out what's going to happen *hires a bodyguard just in case* Ja/Atsureki