A/n: I am sooo sorry TT I know this is a day late. My stomach acted up and I had a horrible headache, so I was sitting here on the date this was due, attempted to write something, and then I kinda died o.O; so yeah. v.v; that's why this one is longer! Ta da! please forgive me.

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Warnings: Violence, attempted rape.../ not so good things. Please don't kill me.

Chapter five, Toys Get Lost

Over the past handful of days he had found himself giving over to the feelings instead of trying to hide away from Zelos, which resulted in much blushing...but, he liked it. There was something about being around him that just...made everything okay again. Less and less was he thinking about his father, and the red head had even stopped treating him like a slave. Today he had wanted Zelos to go with him to visit his father's grave, and even though the male had been too busy to go with him, he had promised to spend time with him later. This had ended up with Lloyd blushing, so he had hurried out with fast goodbyes.

Even if he was slightly disappointed, he found himself much too busy thinking about how much fun spending some time with Zelos would be. What he failed to realize was that he spent quite a bit of time with his master.

It was a warm spring-like day today, and the trees that lined the sidewalk were in bloom. Trees were nearly bent double with the weight of fruit and flowers, although some petals had been shed to instead float through the warm drafts. This kind of day made one feel like curling up under a good tree in a bed of long, fresh grass and take a nap. Or read a book. Maybe just bask in the sunlight. All in all, it was one of those lazy days and he was very out of it. For a moment he paused and tried to imagine what the graveyard would look like. They had planted cherry blossom trees in the area, so perhaps it would be blanketed by them...

This was most likely the reason why he didn't notice approaching footsteps, and was confused when something solid smacked the back of his head, and his world became black.

The red-head had equally regretted his decision to not go with Lloyd. For now he was being utterly bored by a few old geezers were boring him to death with things he cared nothing about. Heh, and people thought that rich people just sat around and did nothing. They, obviously, were not rich. It was very hectic. And, to make things even more hectic, his butler knocked on the door and peered in, asking for Zelos to step out for a moment.

"Sir, you have a very important message waiting for you." the butler said in his normal drawl. Whether he knew exactly how important it was, his face didn't show it.

"Can't it wait? We're discussing very important matters with Mister Wilder." One of the gentleman scowled and sipped at his tea.

"Now now," Zelos assured with a false smile, standing up. At the moment he was very glad for the inturruption, as he would rather not spend another second with these nagging bonesacks. Oh, wherever had respect for the elders gone? "I'll be back soon. Allow me to take this message. That way we can get it out of our hair." he moved to the door and offered another one of those immensely fake smiles before shutting the door behind him.

"Thank goodness you came! I was about to die in my chair...God, all they do is yammer in that monotone..."

"But sir, I really do have an important letter for you." the butler retained his emotionlessness as he handed the little package to the red-haired male. "The doorbell was rung, and when I answered it, there was only this letter." and then he went off to go take care of other matters. Zelos gave the thing a bit of a weird look before ripping it open, causing the entire thing to spill out on his marble floor. Having only expected a letter to fall out, he was started by the echoing "clack" of a more thick material, which he soon discovered were actually photographs. He fell to his knees, uncaring about any non-existant spots of dirt upon the floor, more interested in the contents of the package. Scribbled upon the front was his name in a thick black marker, and the letters were messily done. One piece of folded paper lay in the ocean of photographs, some turned upwards, others falling upon their faces to reveal the white back, dates strewn upon these surfaces.

One by one he lined them up, with the picture facing upwards, his eyes growing larger with each picture, and his mouth falling open. Each picture was of Lloyd, some of them taken from behind bushes near certain windows, some when Lloyd was getting the mail or the paper, and sometimes even when Lloyd was with Zelos. There were even pictures of them out at the mall. What the hell was this...?

Then he snatched up the letter, fear gripping at his heart. It was hard for him to sit up.

Dear Mister Zelos Wilder,

I have taken a large interest in one of your new workers. I believe that you have, as well. These pictures are just a few of the many I have on my wall. Please, keep them as souveniers. However, I know for a fact that they aren't as good as the real thing. Right now you might or might not realize that he had left your residence merely a few hours ago. And, that he has not returned. How long can one possibly take to do whatever he was doing? Oh, but do not worry. He's only stopped by my place for a bit of a game. Hey, perhaps he'll even want to stay longer. But the choice is yours. By the time you get this, it should be around one o' clock in the afternoon. Come to the following address at two thirty with the following items, and I may give him back to you. Take care until then, Mister Zelos.

The address following that was one everyone knew to be the abandoned business building in the middle of the city. Many "cool" people hung out their and smoked pot or whatever. And the list of items was most confusing. Bandages, a towel, a sewing needle and some thread...what kind of freak was this guy? Thoughts only managed to stay consistent in his head for a few moments, before his twin blue eyes narrowed to slits, and it was obvious that he was very pissed off, just by how rigid his spine was. His butler had come back with some fresh tea for the gentleman, and Zelos stopped him in his tracks.

"My, sir, are you alri"

"That doesn't matter now! Call the police and tell them there's been a kidnapping, and the guy is holding the hostage up at the address on this paper. Then I want all the items listed here placed in my fastest sports car immedietally!"

"As you wish, sir. But what about the gentleman?" the butler gestured to the double doors with his nose.

"Tell them we'll have to reschedule. And cancel anything else that I have planned for today." With that the red-head sped up the stairs to his room, fire in his eyes. Kicking his door open, he tore apart his closet until he found a dusty box that had been covered in other outfits of his. This was his special outfit, obviously. And yet when he took it out, it seemed simple enough. A black tanktop with a low-cut front, baggy white pants that tucked into white and gold boots, along with a sleeveless pink jacket that fell past his knees, and black and pink gloves. All in all, it looked a little...goofy? But it fit him well when he put it on, and he still managed to keep that manliness about him. Of course, that wasn't all that was in the box. Once more he dug inside it, and this time he pulled out a sword in a sheath, two purple tassles dangling from it. No more time was wasted as he placed it at his hip and hurried down the stairs, out to the garage where the butler was waiting. His nicest sports car was all revved up, the stuff placed in the passenger's seat.

"It's been quite a while since I've seen you wear that, sir." the butler said with a smile as he opened the door to the driver's seat for Zelos. Despite his rage, the red-head managed to flash a smile back as he practically flew into the seat.

"Hey, I've got someone to protect." he saluted the butler, whom saluted back, then drove out into the driveway before speeding down the road towards the address.

The building was very run down. One had to wonder why people came here to hang out. But for the moment, that was hardly an issue. About three stories tall, every window was either cracked or broken, perhaps both, in covered in a thick layer of dust to prevent much visibility. At one time there had been a coat of paint upon the building, and now most of it had fallen off to reveal ugly cement walls, all of which were covered in graffiti. It was a dreary place, and all the plants had dried out and shriveled up to give it that dead sort of look. The area itself seemed like a different universe, as there was hardly any noise.

Except for today, that is. After an hour of being unconscious, large brown eyes slowly began to flicker open. Their owner groaned in pain, moving his hands to hold his pounding head...when he found that they wouldn't move. Becoming frantic, he turned his head to look at his hands, even if that shot pain through his skull, and his eyes widened as he noticed his hands and feet were bound, and there was something dry and stale tasting in his mouth. A gag. Everything seemed to hurt, and for some reason the ground around him was wet...it only startled him further when he began to realize that this wetness was also warm and sticky, and when he looked at it...it was actually a puddle of blood! There was a soft whimper that managed to partly get passed his lips, and it was only then that he felt the various cuts stinging along his limbs. What had he gotten into now? Shutting his eyes tight, he attempted not to cry, praying that someone anyone would come save him.

"Yes, that's it, cry for me, my little dove." Cooed some strange, slightly cracked, but undeniably masculine voice. He tried to look for this person, but a sharp pain ran along his spine, and he froze. "Ah, I see you've spotted my rope. We can't have you running away, now can we? But those cuts on your feet should keep you from going anywhere anytime soon." A harsh laugh caused both anger and fear to coarse through his blood.

"But I wonder...have you been able to see yourself yet? I had fun with your outfit. It was much too conservative, darling, so I took my knife and did away with a bit here, and a bit there...now we can see everything! It'll be good for when Zelos comes. I'm sorry I have to be so cruel about it, but I'm going to rape you. And then when he comes in and sees his precious thing broken on the floor, I'll stab him in the back and he can leave with that image." Sounds of disagreement came from the teen as he tried to squirm around, or at least cover himself up a bit...but it was no use. There were too many cuts on his body, and he was in too much pain. Frustrated, he yelled muffled insults into the gag.

"I suppose you don't know what he did to me, all those years ago. We were both younger, and he lost his parents. Our family took him in, and then he betrayed me! He was jealous of our successful life! He slaughtered my parents, and then took all my ideas for products...how do you think he got so rich?" Could...Zelos have done such a thing? No! It wasn't possible! But he was startled out of his thoughts by sirens, and this strange person laughed.

"I knew it! I knew he was going to do this! Well, it's almost time for him to arrive, so allow me to get started..." Lloyd struggled violently against his bonds, hearing the normal "come out with your hands up" order from the police. It only made this strange guy laugh more. And then something more horrible than he could ever imagine happened. Or well, it was just really horrible. He heard the guy drop his pants, and he felt a horrid pressure against his most private rim of muscle and tissue. A gasp attempted to work it's way out, but the gag kept him silent.

Almost immedietally after the police had arrived, the sports care came speeding through, screeching to a hault as soon as possible, and causing him to almost collide with one of the vehicles surrounding the area. Immedietally some cops told him to stay back, that they would handle this, but a sharp glare and flash of the sword at his hip was basically all he needed to get them to shut up.

"What's the situation?" he asked the cheif, taking as much of an air of authority as anyone around here.

"There's someone in there, and our snipers say it's a male. He's got a half-dressed teenage male in there, with various shallow cuts surrounding his body. We think that he's only been talking to the kid, since we got here at least. Other than that he won't answer us, and we haven't seen much movement." Gesturing for his hidden snipers to check again, the walky talky at his hip sprung to life.

"Sir! The situation is bad! Our guy has just removed his pants and has advanced on the hostage! We have to do something!" Now that was the final straw. No longer could the red-head wait, and his anger had reached a level of utter danger for the thing causing it. Which was inside that building, touching /his/ Lloyd with that filthy pencil of his. How dare he! A growl was ripped from his lips, and not even five of those strong, fit cops could hold him back as he approached the building, sword drawn and eyes alight with a horrid fire. Not only had he brought a blade to Lloyd's tender flesh, but now he was going to defile him! This he could not stand for! Even the wall would not get in his way, and he got into a position that he himself had learned mustered enough power to knock over an elephant. The only bad thing was that it took a few moments of recovery, in which time you were open. Right now this didn't worry him, as he brought the sword back, ready to fire it like an arrow from a bow. Everyone held their breath, and for one moment there was complete silence. Then with a massive battle cry he thrust the sword all the way through the already damaged wall, causing it to crumble inwards. Luckily the entire building didn't collapse, and only after a few minutes did fear grip his heart. What if the wall had crushed Lloyd? But he was lucky, and as soon as he moved into the building he spotted the two on the other wall, both curious as to what had happened. The man was fat, and fairly old by the looks of it. He had a strange shade of purple hair, and little beady black eyes, hidden behind the most tiny of red specticles. Zelos seemed to recognize him, as his anger only increased. Within a second the sword had been burried in this strange little men, who was still surprised at the entrance Zelos had taken.

"You...traitor..." the man gasped in his horribly scratchy and whiny voice, but the red-head had rushed to Lloyd's side, whom had tears coursing down his face, and was still struggling as if that mystery man was going to do those horrid things to him. In a moment he had undone the clasp that held the gag in Lloyd's mouth, which led to the brunette screaming aloud, his voice hoarse and desperate. The poor boy was traumatized.

"Shh! Lloyd! It's okay! I'm here! No one's going to hurt you now!" Something wrenched in his heart so painfully that he himself almost cried as he gently lifted the trembling boy to his chest. Then he untied the horribly tight ropes binding his feet and legs, and like a mother to a child, Lloyd clung to Zelos and began sobbing into his chest.

"The blood...pain...so much pain...a-and the rape...wanted to rape me...Zelos..." he managed to get out inbetween sobs, not caring at all that he was crying. It wasn't everyday you were kidnapped and about to be raped.

"Shhh..." Zelos rubbed his back in attempts to comfort him, his eyes growing soft before he turned them again to the dying old man. "The only traitor here is you, Rodyle."

"Me?" Rodyle snorted, clutched the wound with one hand. "You...you were the one that...that slaughtered them...! Took my ideas...and ran...you did.../you, Zelos, are the traitor...!" he coughed, and luckily what he coughed up was out of sight, but it still made Zelos wince a bit.

"I did no such thing! I suppose they didn't tell you, then. Your father had lost his job and came home drunk that night, killed your mother, killed one of the police men who tried to stop him, then attempted to murder you. Luckily you survived, though he stole your ideas. You blamed it on me because you were always weak and desperate. Always had to blame someone else, or make up something to comfort yourself." he scowled, but softened a bit at the horror on Rodyle's face.

"Fa...ther...? No...but..." he coughed again, and rested upon the ground. "Zelos...I had thought...for so long, that you...were jealous of...me...but...but I see the compassion...in your eyes...for that boy...and it is I...that feels jealous. You were...my only friend. I was stupid...to assume...and lose you forever...please, tell me," he gasped for breath, clawing at the ground a bit in hopes that it would give him a few more moments. "that you will...accept...my apologies...and...allow...me to part...from this earth...with the forgiveness...from...my one...good...friend..." obviously it was getting harder for him to speak, and even hold on.

"I accept your apologies, Rodyle. Even if I'm not very happy with what you did. I will indeed be your friend again." he smiled, and the only answer he got back from the other male was the gesture in return, although it was pained, it was very happy. Even in death, he still wore that smile, and Zelos couldn't help but feel more at peace than before. Then he picked up Lloyd and held him close, the boy still trembling, though his tears had dried, and carried him back to the sports car. He hardly noticed the police that filed into the building, or anyone that wanted to ask him what had gone on in there. Gently he placed the brunette in the car, tossing all those things that he knew he'd be using back at hom into the tiny area behind the two seats, and climbed into the driver's one.

He got a peculiar feeling as he put the key in the ingnition and revved the engine. No matter how horrible that experience was, for some reason...he felt closer to the boy that sat in the seat beside him, bleeding and whimpering. But there was no time for that. He had to get Lloyd to a doctor, or somewhere...

A/n: I know x.x I'm so very horrid. But I had to do it o because I want them to be closer. I also know that the whole thing with Rodyle and Zelos was weird, confusing, and even more weird XDDD I'm sooo sorry. That's what I get for not getting much sleep o.O; I know you all are going to flame me for this ToT so sorryyyyy. Maybe if I had thought it out a bit more...XP;; ehm. Yeah. 'till next Monday. For I will post it on Monday, not Tuesday.