Author's Note: So sorry for not updating, but real life went and bit me in the ass. I hate school…

Well anyway it would be much appreciated if I got some comments on how to improve my story. I'm running out of ideas, and as of right now, my muse went and took a train to the sections of Naruto and Tennis no Ohjisama. Oh the possibilities!

Yamaguchi I admit is one sick bastard, even I don't know how I developed him like this.

Well anyways on with the story!

Rating: R

Warnings: Sex, rape, and drugs!!!

Some Pasts are Murky and Clouded

By Yardat Sama

Chapter 11

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"Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent."

- Isaac Asimov (1920 – 1992), Salvin Hardin in "Foundation"

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Haru stared at his whiskey glass, not looking at anything in particular as he pictured what Shindou might be looking at right now. Was he in a dank dark place screaming as that bastard Yamaguchi tortured him again and again.

He knew it was mistake in the first place to tell Yamaguchi about the whereabouts of Shindou, but it couldn't be helped. That sick fuck would have done something to his little girl who was now playing in the other room. But now he thought, why did he follow that man? That man that said that had called himself Shindou's 'master.'

Now that he thought about it he didn't know the answer. And now he was sick of the things he did, beating a twelve year old who only wanted to save his sister, beating all defiance out of the boy, until he agreed to everything his 'master' told him to do. But he saw that that defiance had come back, and he couldn't have been happier.

But now all of the 'what ifs' came and made themselves known, like what if he had called the police when the kid was still younger. What if the boy had never made that deal with his 'master?' So on and so on.

" Daddy?" A voice startled him out of his thinking.

" Yes?"

" What do you do for a job? I mean the kids at school today were telling everybody what they're dads did. Like Kawamura-san was saying that his dad worked at their Sushi shop."

He smiled sadly at his innocent little girl, innocent he thought that's what Shindou should've have been, " I'll tell you when you're older dear."

She pouted, but smiled and hugged him then she ran out of the room.

He looked at the phone next to him and picked it up dialing a number.

It rang a few times before it was picked up, " Moshi moshi?"

" Fuji…"

" What do you want Haru?" the other voice snarled out.

" Please I need to apologize to you Fuji, and I need your help about Shindou."

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" Correct me if I'm wrong, but hasn't the fine line between sanity and madness gotten finer?"

- George Price

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Yamaguchi smiled as he watched his little doll start to rock himself back and forth shaking his head. Oh it was so much fun doing that to his doll. The way he screamed, the way he weakly fought back as he pounded into his writhing body, the way he shivered, and the way he aroused him so. It was like nothing he had ever experience in his life. Oh yes…Yamaguchi thought as he put his hand on his growing erection and just watched his little doll.

It felt so good.

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" I'd rather get my brains blown out in the wild then wait in terror at the slaughterhouse."

- Craig Volk, Northern Exposure, A-Hunting We Will Go

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Shuichi looked up at the ceiling, knowing that this time around Yamaguchi wasn't going to let him go. He'll never sing again, never see Tohma, Yuki, Hiro, Suguru, his precious sister, K, Sakano, and hell he'll even miss Mika!

But right now, all he could think about was ways to kill himself. He can't take Yamaguchi's torture anymore. It was killing him slowly each time he was violated, each time Yamaguchi looked into his eyes like he was speaking to him, saying that he was going to die this time. Shuichi curled into a ball as Yamaguchi's words rang in his head, " Nobody will have my little doll." He wished…

The metal door opened and a dark foreboding figure stood in the doorway as Shuichi took a look upwards into the face of his very worst nightmare and saw Yamaguchi holding a pipe.

" Ah my little doll, ready for your next lesson?" Shuichi steeled himself and did something incredibly stupid or incredibly smart.

He slammed his heel into a place every man was venerable, and grabbed the pipe Yamaguchi dropped slamming it into the white haired man's head and ran out the door not caring that he was naked and bleeding. He looked around panting looking for the way out when he spotted a door and ran towards it. But it was locked. He spotted a window in this warehouse and climbed up the boxes and saw the city outside.

Shuichi considered his options and decided he broke through the glass as he jumped out the window, not feeling the cuts and abrasions from the glass as they cut through his body.

He landed in a dumpster he felt was gift from the gods as it was full of boxes, he hurriedly climbed out of it and ran the fastest he's ever had to in his entire life. He ran to a phone booth and phoned the police, and the fire department, saying that he didn't know where he was, and that he was Shindou Shuichi from Bad Luck who was kidnapped from NG Studios.

He told them that he would call back, and he ran farther away from the warehouse that held Yamaguchi and he now ran on pure adrenaline pumping his veins as he felt himself run away from the white haired psycho.

Shuichi finally spotted an open super market and ran in crying and the startled employees ran to get their manager, where finally Shuichi blacked out.

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" Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with."

- Mark Twain (1835 – 1910)

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Yuki growled as the phone rang irritated that it dared to interrupt his brooding, and picked it up snarling at the person on the other line, " What?!"

" Eiri-san…we've found him." Tohma's soft voice said.

" When?" Yuki breathed.

" I received a call from Tokyo Eisei Byoin about two hours ago Yuki. Please come."

" What street is that?" Yuki said frantically grabbing a piece of pen and paper.

" 3-17-3 Amanuma."

" I'll be there." Then Yuki hanged up.

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Tohma closed his cell phone and looked around the waiting room, which was occupied by K, Hiro, a still healing Suguru, and Sakano. They were all waiting silently, when finally a doctor came.

" Seguchi-san, I need to talk to you."

To be Continued….

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Tokyo Eisei Byoin is an actual hospital in Japan and translates into Tokyo Adventist Hospital and 3-17-3 Amanuma is part of it's address.

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