Ransom

By: Ryoko [Raiju]

"Stop, no, stop it HURTS!" Shuichi growled, biting his tongue as the man toyed with him, ramming him into the wall harder and harder each time. "STOP!!!!!" He was grabbed by his hair and his head was pulled back roughly.

"Why do you keep fighting and whining?! You're not going to remember it anyway!" the man cursed, making the teenager scream again as he was invaded once more.

"STOP IT!!!!"

The younger boy sat in the corner, watching his new friend get tortured and raped, completely helpless to do anything. A blank stare plastered on his face, but his eyes full of more pain than bearable. He wanted to help so badly, to stop him, but his chains weren't going to allow it. Even if he COULD have moved, his legs wouldn't hold him up.

He fell to the cold floor face-first as he was thrown into the room, nearly landing on Hiro as he came down. The musician couldn't help but cry and whimper in anger and shame, even as far away as he was from the threat, it all still hurt.

"Yuki..." he whimpered, hiding his eyes under his arms, the chains rattling loudly.

(Miroslav)

"Good boy. You stayed quiet the whole time."

"Master Hitari...please..." he whispered.

"How DARE you utter my name, slave?!" He smacked the boy hard across the face, sending his form falling to the side, his head resting on the wall. The boy drew his limbs inward, pulling himself into a tight ball. "You brat, I give you a LITTLE lee-way and this is what you go and do? I should shoot you right now."

Fearing for his life, his arms shot up to cover his head as much as they could as he cried softly into his knees, hearing the sound of the top deck drawer opening. That was the drawer the handgun was kept in; he should know.

The heavier footsteps drew closer to him, stopping suddenly. He didn't want to look up, for fear that his pathetic life would flash before his eyes as he looked down the barrel of the gun.

"You got lucky brat. It's time we leave." No gun fired, thankfully. The boy was yanked to his feet by his hair, his chains unhooked from the wall. He watched the businessman retrieve Hiro and Shuichi from the room, dragging both of them by their chains as they struggled to keep up on unsteady legs. He snatched up the boy next and led them to a jeep outside, shoving the two musicians into the back seat and locking the door from the outside.

The youngest was forced into the front seat and chained to the door as it locked from the outside. He made no protest, just staring at his knees as they drove. If he'd dared to look up, he'd be hit again, or worse.

Shuichi and Hiro clung to each other, Shuichi sobbing harder by the minute and struggling to stay quiet, fearing for his life around the stranger. Hiro, for once, not being able to calm his friend down.

"You three brats keep quiet and sit still. You make one PEEP and I'll shoot you ALL DEAD." He stepped out of the car into the darkness, headlights shining on a very unstable Tohma Seguchi.

"Miroslav...what's...?" Hiro whispered. The boy in the front said nothing, his body visibly shaking. "Miro-"

"Shut up." He snapped in a whisper. "He's got a gun. Shuichi shut up. Please shut up."

Shuichi couldn't help but cry harder, his nails digging so hard into Hiro's back that they were piercing through the bandages and drawing blood where no wounds were.

"Shh..." the brunette sighed, holding him tightly and watching outside.

(Outside)

"I see you came alone. Good."

"I have your two million right here, just like you requested." Tohma said as composed and calm as he could, lifting the briefcase slightly.

"Hand it over."

"Let me see the boys first."

The man growled, walking back to the car and unlocking the door. "Get your asses out NOW. BOTH of you." He snapped. Hiro and Shuichi obeyed, shakily standing beside the vehicle and starting to follow the man. Shuichi paused, looking to his side at the boy still in the car.

"Miroslav..." he felt his tears start to run down his face faster. "I can't leave him..."

'"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." The boy wasn't going to get away unless Shuichi did something about it right now.

"I'm not leaving without Miroslav!" He yelled, backing away towards the car.

Tohma's heart sank passed his feet when he saw the two boys, and the shape they were in. To learn a third was also in that kind of shape, if not worse, made him begin to shake with anger.

Hitari moved backward and dragged Shuichi forward by his hair, standing him next to Hiro, whom was barely keeping his balance.

"Here are your boys. Now where's MY part?"

"Right here." K tackled him down from the shadows, ripping the gun from the man's hand and throwing it toward Tohma. "Shuichi! Hiro! Get into the van!" he ordered. Hiro looked down at Shuichi, who was staring back at Miroslav.

"We can't yet! Shuichi wont leave Miroslav behind!"

"You listen and you listen good!" K growled, pulling the redhead up by his collar, holding him in the air with one arm. "You get your ass over to that car and let that other boy out. Or I'm gonna blow your head CLEAR off." He produced the magnum from its holster at his side, pressing it against the man's temple. "Get moving!"

The man did as told, stopping in front of the car, but jumping into the driver's side and starting to drive off.

"Yeah right, baka." The taller blonde smirked, clicking a button on his belt.

The black car swerved to a stop as the number of cop cars surrounded him. K stepped into the headlights. "You're under arrest." He smiled evilly, as several police officers broke through the door and dragged the man out. Sure that the coast was clear, K personally made his way to the car, motioning for the boy to look away as he punched through the window, clearing away the excess glass with the barrel of his gun, before putting it away.

"It's gonna be okay now. You're safe." His smile was soft and gentle as he reached in and broke the locks of the boy's chains, which latched him to the car. He helped the boy out of the car and pulled him into his arms, holding him tenderly as the boy wept with relief.

"I can't believe you did what you did, Shuichi, but what you did gave this kid hope he's never felt. I can tell you that much." He looked down at the sleeping burden in his arms, the teenager's hands clinging tightly to his shirt. Resting the boy across the far back seat, he pulled an emergency blanket over him. Then turned his attention to Hiro and Shuichi.

Tohma had given up his coat to Shuichi, seeing as the boy had almost no clothes to cover him. The taller blonde pulled a blanket over the guitarist, smiling at both of them in relief. "Well, Tohma, looks like we're gonna be in the E.R. for awhile."

"As long as they're all safe."

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