Ransom
By: Ryoko [Raiju]
"Hiro!" Shuichi snapped out of his stare, checking the other's pulse. "Hiro!"
"I-I'm fine. Relax Shu."
"Thank god." The pink-haired teenager threw his arms around the other, sobbing quietly in relief. "What the hell did he do to you?!" he pulled his hands away, staring at the blood in both fear and anger.
"D-don't worry about it." The brunette tried to push himself up, only to fall again, rolling onto his side facing Shuichi. The musician's curiosity took over, making him crawl to the back of Hiro. He nearly passed out at the sight of the cuts and all of the blood the older boy was losing. He could bear to see this kind of mutilation without wanting to throw up or burst into tears. Hiro didn't do anything to deserve those marks, and didn't do anything to deserve those chains, but he still had them just the same. Earned or not.
"Hiro..." he began, clutching his stomach. "I'm so sorry he hurt you...I-I won't let him do it again. He won't hurt you again."
"It was my big mouth that got me into it. Not yours. Don't blame yourself."
"I still do...I should've done something to help you..."
"Shuichi..."he weakly reached out a hand, as he rolled onto his back, biting his lip to hold down the cry of agony that was sure to rip itself out of his throat. "Shuichi, it's not your..." he felt his consciousness slipping slowly. "Not your...fault..." his eyes grew dim and closed, his body falling completely limp.
"Hiro? HIRO!" he checked the boy's pulse, sighing. "Don't scare me like that." He pulled himself close and rested the guitarist's head on his knees, running his cold fingers along the side of the other's face. "We need to get you to a hospital...as soon as possible..." he whimpered, wiping a tear from his face. "Or else you'll bleed to death...I can't let that happen."
The same blood-curdling screams echoed throughout the room, once more, even as they stopped, Shuichi could still hear them, responding to them with a blank, almost dead, stare toward the door.
(K and Tohma)
"Seguchi!" The tall blonde burst through the door to the president's office, slamming his cell phone and a tape recorder onto the desk. He opened his mouth but paused when he saw the horrified expression that the musician wore. "Seguchi...did..."
"I have to come up with a couple million dollars to get Shuichi and Hiro back..." his fists started to tremble on the desk as he looked up at the man. "K, I can't pay their ransom. I don't have that much to give. I don't even have enough, currently, to pay for ONE of them."
"Seguchi...Hiro called me." He pressed the 'play' button on the tape recorder.
"K help us! Me and Shuichi are being held for ransom in some psycho's house and he's tying to freakin' kill us-"crashing sounds in the background
"Hiro?! HIRO?!" CLICK
"He tried to contact me first, I presume?"
"I guess so. He sounded more controlled and weakened when he called me." Tohma's eyes downcast to his fists, his entire body beginning to shake. "I can't help them...there's nothing I can do..." he stood, walking toward the door, but losing his balance before he reached it.
"You're shaking, Seguchi, relax. Just relax for now and I'll take care of everything."
"Please, K, there isn't enough money...we can't afford them...!"
"Relax and let me handle it." The blonde smiled and winked. "I've got an idea."
(Miroslav (or so he's called))
At least he was alright... he whimpered softly as he tried to move from the corner, his legs and spine searing in pain. He managed to crawl to the carpet, pulling himself up against the desk and resting against it, as far as he chains would let him go without strangling him. He couldn't see strait- not anymore. His blood was pumping so fast, his heart still throbbing and his breaths still quick. He hadn't been touched like that in a long while, not for at least a few months, and it hurt more this time, than any time before.
His master wasn't kind or gentle at all. Never had been. But today he was rougher than usual, like that older boy had clicked something inside the man that made him even more sadistic. The boy looked down at his fists, as the man entered the office, his clothes replaced and neatened.
"Miroslav, I'm going out for awhile. Have those two brats taken care of by my return." He unchained the teenager, dragging him to the door, throwing a first aid kit into his hands and shoving the boy inside, locking the three of them inside.
"Miroslav!" Shuichi yelped softly, his voice shot from the crying he'd been doing.
Weakly, the light-haired boy knelt beside Hiro, immediately working at tending the brunette's wounds. He didn't want to speak, not right now; he was too sure that his voice was gone. The screaming he'd done had been louder than usual, and more painful on the vocal cords, so he was sure that there was nothing left to merely whisper with.
"Miro-"
"Quiet!" The boy snapped, eyes squeezing shut tightly. "Just...don't talk to me."
"What happened?"
"I said shut up!"
Shuichi silenced when he saw the tears, looking back down at his best friend in anger.
"This is too much..." he whispered, glancing up at the door.
The youngest teenager finished Hiro's back with ease, gauzing it up tightly to stop the blood loss. "Relax. You're leaving soon enough."
"WHAT?!"
"Master is getting rid of you two. It's a low-priced ransom and you two will be gone later tonight. So quit talking about it." There was such hatred in that boy's voice...
"Miroslav...you aren't...?"
"Of course not. Master won't ever let me leave. As long as I'm good enough to fuck, I'm good enough to stay here. And when there's nothing else he can do with me, he won't let me go like you two, he's gonna shoot me dead. So stop complaining. At least YOU two can get out of this." He snapped, gathering up the soiled items and stuffing them in a plastic bag, closing up the box and standing, looking down at Shuichi once more. "You're so lucky, Shuichi-kun. You have no idea how lucky you are." He mumbled, walking to the door on shaking legs and waiting beside it until he was retrieved, in silence.
Shuichi stared at him in shock, taking in each word. "I'm sorry."
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