Kidnapped Revisited.

By Mari-Chan

May, June 2003

Warnings: Violence

Pairings: Not yet.

Chapter 2: Bound

Omi awoke to find himself bound and shackled. His face was stinging and his body felt like he had hit a tree. Oh wait, he had hit a tree. Lifting his aching head, he took a moment to familiarize himself with his new surroundings. His feet and wrists were shackled to a makeshift cross. 'Fitting,' Omi thought to himself. He had fabric wrapped around his face as a gag. He looked down at his ripped clothing, skin showing signs of trauma.

'Well, as far as I can tell, nothing broken…yet.,' he thought to himself. 'However, I have no idea where I am, and no idea how long I've been out.'

A door began to open, and Omi dropped his head back down, closing his eyes. If they thought he was still out, they would hopefully leave him alone. Unfortunately, he would have no such luck.

The man in the suit walked over to him and roughly took Omi's face in his hand. He brought Omi's face up to eye level and studied it for a moment. Omi kept his eyes closed hoping.

"Time to wake up.," he said quietly, almost laughingly to the other men who were now also in the room.

Chuckles came back in stereo as the suited one stepped closer to the bound youth, brought his face to Omi's, removed the gag, and forcibly hit him.

Omi's inner voice screamed, his eyes flicked open, and he pulled his face back as far as he could.

"Back off.," he spat out, breathing heavily.

"You're in no position to talk," the suited one said, wiping his face. "I will ask the questions. Who are you?"

"You should know, you kidnapped me.," Omi replied.

"Wrong.," the man said, bringing his hand down hard against Omi's face, causing his head to snap to one side. "Once again, who are you?"

"Omi Tsukiyono.," Omi replied.

"Wrong again." Once more another hit, this time to his exposed abdomen. "I will get the information out of you if it is in the last breath you take. WHO ARE YOU?"

Omi pursed a swollen lip. "Do your worst.," Omi choked out.

His mind attempted to understand what it was the man wanted to know. 'Who am I?' he asked as if his mind would tell him. He knew who he was, Mamoru and Omi. He inwardly smiled to himself as words from an old Broadway musical crept into his mind. "Who am I, Who am I, 24601!' He didn't realize that he was smiling outwardly.

"Oh, so you think it's funny, do you?"

The man's voice brought Omi back to the reality of the situation. He blinked and quickly hid the smile.

"I am Omi Tsukiyono. I was once Mamoru Takatori, but I no longer go by that name."

"Well, we did not get what we were promised from your father all those years ago, so we are going to get it now."

Omi began to laugh, loudly. "My father is dead, you won't get anything out of him now."

For a moment, Omi thought he saw a flash of disappointment in the man's eyes, then it was gone and a fist driven into his stomach took his breath away. Omi fell forward as far as the shackles would let him, ending up in a sort of half kneeing crouch, held up by the arm shackles

"Well, if we can't get what's ours from your father, we will get it from your pretty hide."

Back at the flower shop, Manx sat at the main computer, her fingers sliding effortlessly over the keyboard. Aya and Yohji stood to either side of the desk watching her work; Ken sat on the large sofa.

"Nothing, I can't figure a location."

"The tire tracks head off to the north, towards the docks.," Aya said.

"That could take them anywhere.," Manx shrugged as the store phone began to ring.

"All this equipment, and we can't find him?" Yohji spat out.

Aya looked over at him. "Yohji, don't yell at Manx, she's trying to help us."

Yohji quickly deflated. "Sorry, Manx."

"Apology accepted, Yohji." She smiled up at him. "We are all under stress right now. However, until Omi's kidnappers make the move, we are powerless. It's up to them now."

The answering machine clicked to life and the four found themselves turning to look at the doorway as Omi's cheerful voice announced the shop hours.

"Damn."

Omi opened his eyes to darkness, unsure of how much time had passed. His body ached with fresh forming bruises. Judging by a lack of noise, he figured that it was late in the evening, if not past midnight. He puffed a lock of hair out of his face and attempted to shift, which only brought more pain and a rattling of chains.

The door cracked open and a face peered inside, a moment later the door was closed leaving Omi once more in semi darkness.

Omi looked towards the one window in his "cell", located high next to the roof. He figured that he was either in a basement or a warehouse. The moon moved from behind a cloud and illuminated the room around him. Omi felt a tear well in his eye, and he fought to keep the tear at bay. It was not working. Quietly he sobbed to himself, as tears became water drops on the floor, catching the light spilled by the moon above.

Aya stood by the window in his room, the moon illuminating his pale skin. He found himself wondering if Omi could see the moon from his captor's location. Looking down at the street below, he shook the thought from his head and sighed.

Down the hall, Manx had thrown folders and the remains of Omi's recovered items onto the foot of his now empty bed. She turned to notice that his personal computer was still on. She sat down and began to shut the computer down. The computer ran through the closing sequence and shut down. Manx turned in the chair and exhaled. She stood up and walked out into the hallway

"I'm leaving.," she yelled to no one in particular.

"Bye, Manx, thanks for your help.," a voice returned.

"Let me know if you hear anything."

"Will do."

Quietly, Manx let herself out.

Yohji heard the door close and stood up to lock it. Once locked and secured, he paused to look at a picture on the side table, Mamoe had captured the four of them in flower shop mode. They had been captured with Omi holding a bunch of flowers. Ken stood to his right and Yohji to his left, both with their arms loosely linked around the youngest member of the group. Aya stood behind them, his hands on Ken and Yohji's shoulders. Omi's face held an amazing smile, lighting the room around them. Yohji picked up the picture, smiled at it, and placed it back down.

"Good night, bishu…Hope you're safe."

He turned out the light and climbed the stairs to bed.

Morning came too quickly in Omi's opinion. He really had not slept. His mind had been running and rerunning the events of the previous day, trying to figure what he had done wrong. He had done nothing wrong, just bad timing and luck. Mentally he shrugged and cleared his mind. He figured that the goons who did this would be coming in shortly to make his day another living hell. He just did not want to be kissed by that man again, ugh, bad breath boy. His stomach moaned and he exhaled.

In another part of the makeshift hideout, the suited man sat reading a magazine, and enjoying breakfast. His current girlfriend pawing all over him as he tried to read.

"Come on, honey, I want to see him."

"Later, 'Tina, I'm busy."

Fontina huffed, stood up and ran her long nailed hands through her over teased hair.

"I'll go find him myself. It shouldn't be too hard in this dump."

"This is not a dump, it's a warehouse converted."

"Oh, big whoop.," she said disappearing out of the door and down the hallway.

"Shit.," he said tossing the magazine aside and going after her.

"'Tina, come back here."

Omi could hear voices. Voices that were coming closer. He lifted his head as the doorknob turned and opened, a slightly overweight woman dressed in a dress that was at least two sizes too small walked in and stopped in her tracks.

"Oh, he's so cute.," she squealed, as the suited man walked in.

"OK, you've seen him, now let's go." He made a grab for her arm, but she moved towards Omi, stopping in front of him.

"Oh Sanchi, can't I," she looked at her man as her hand came up to roughly grab Omi in the lower regions. Omi's eyes widened at the invasive touch.

"Play with him?"

"Fontina, haven't I given you enough, besides, he's a little young for you."

"But I could use something to do, while I wait for you to finish.," she said, removing her hand, much to Omi's relief, and moving to stroke his hair. Omi moved his head out of the way and tried to avoid her touch, but her nails were long, and he ended up getting scratched across the top of his head. A small trickle of blood appeared. Fontina wiped some off Omi's face and licked her finger, laughing maniacally as she moved away.

"Thanks.," Omi said quietly. "I didn't need my ears."

The man named Sanchi moved forward and slapped him around the face.

"You think you're brave, little man?

"Yes, Sanchi." Omi emphasized the name as best he could.

Sanchi leaned forward, his face mere inches away from Omi's.

"I find your lack of fear exciting."

Omi pulled back, his face in a cringe.

"I find your lack of a breath mint disgusting."

"Punk.," Sanchi spat, as he leveled another punch to Omi's midsection. "Let,s go, 'Tina.," he continued, dragging the woman behind him.

The door closed leaving Omi to his own thoughts. 'Maybe this isn't so bad, at least I don't have to deal with her!'

He leaned back against the cool metal and closed his eyes, falling quickly into a light sleep.

On to Chapter 3: Down to the Wire.

Chapter 2 nod: Andrea_Readwolf Les Mis outtake. (sings "246011111")

*Can you tell who said damn at the end of the flower shop scene? Answer later on.

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