A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for the wait but I wanted to make sure I got plenty of feedback and have time to do some work for my classes.

Again, here are the warnings. If you have any problems with rape, violence, foul language, sex between two men, drugs, blackmail, and all that other kind of stuff, what are you doing watching Gravitation or reading the second chapter of this story? It only intensifies as the story goes on. Slight spoiler only for any Aizawa related issues from the manga and anime and I think that's about it (let me know if I'm wrong).

Finally, thanks to everyone who left feedback cuz it made me all happy, and warm and fuzzy inside. And thanks to my friend, Kim (The Brown-ie), for trying to edit this chapter even though you haven't watched any Gravitation…yet.

Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue. Only borrowing characters for my own sick, twisted pleasure.

This chapter's in Yuki's POV and it starts on Thursday (so the day before everything else happens in the previous chapter). Enjoy.

Blackmail Ch 1 - Confronting Demons

I sit in my office typing away at another mindless piece of drivel that seems to make all the women in Japan scream for more. I can hardly believe that I actually have some time to sit here and write considering that my idiot boyfriend is home. I'm surprised that he hasn't already come in here to talk my ear off about how much his day sucked, what the psychotic American manager of his tried to do and how much he can't stand Seguchi's brat little cousin Suguru. Instead, as soon as he walked in the door I heard a low, tired, "tadaima" before he went into our bedroom. He came out only after I made dinner and even then, he was quiet. Now, don't get me wrong, I love it when the brat doesn't talk to me but this isn't like him. He's been acting so strangely for over a week and I can't figure out why. Our sex life has suffered and he seems more distant. I've asked him what's wrong and he says nothing so I leave it at that. Maybe I should be more concerned but chances are he's talking about it to his little friend, Nakano Hiroshi, so things will work out eventually.

Needless to say I'm a little surprised when I hear a light rap at my door, signaling that Shuichi finally decided that he wants some attention from me. I quickly save my work and tell him to come in. Since my deadline isn't for a while I can afford to let him occupy most of my attention until I get bored, annoyed, tired or horny and tell him to shut up. He cracks the door open and looks at me like a scared little child waiting for his father to give him permission to disturb his work. I just lean back in my chair and motion for him to come in. I can tell instantly that something is on his mind by the way he's tugging at the bottom hem of the tank top that he's wearing. Judging by the fact that he's only wearing that and a pair of boxers, he's either gonna tell me he's going to bed or ask me to join him. He'll probably ask me to come to bed with him cuz he wouldn't be so nervous for any other reason. It's so cute how timid he gets sometimes when he asks for sex; like a scared virgin on her wedding night.

"Ano… Yuki…" He's still tugging at the damn hem. I just want to strip him of it... and while I'm at it, those blue boxers and replace it all with my body on top of his. He keeps his eyes downcast as he fumbles with what he wants to say and since I'm also kinda horny and very impatient, I walk over to him and place my hand on his cheek and move his face up so that his eyes are staring into my own. I breach the gap between us and lean down to kiss him passionately on the lips. His hands leave the hem and begin to grab at the front of my shirt. When I do pull away from him, his lips are slightly parted and his face is flushed. I love being able to have such a strong affect on him.

"Let's go to bed Shu-chan," I purr to him as I lead him to the bedroom. If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn that he was a little hesitant about it. Either that or…distant. But then again, he would say something if he didn't want to do anything tonight; he's infamous for doing that and I've become used to it.

Once we enter the bedroom our lips once again lock, but this time he's getting more into it; good. I was afraid that he was gonna turn me away tonight and complain about not being in the mood or some shit like that. Shuichi wraps his arms around my neck and I guide him to the bed where I push him to lie on his back, bringing me down with him. We lay like that for a few moments; my frame dwarfing his as we exchange heated kisses. Our tongues and limbs intertwined in an age old dance of love and lust. My tongue laps at every crevice in his mouth tasting his sweetness and memorizing every inch of that warm cavern. Shuichi is gently sucking on my tongue, teasing me without even knowing it; all the while my fingers are playing the silky strands of hair on his head. I pull away from our heated kiss allowing us to once again breathe in fresh air.

He looks so scared like this is his first time. Okay, now I'm beginning to get worried; he hasn't had that same look since the first time I was with him after Aizawa's attack and I don't even want to think about that.

"Daijoubu," I ask while stroking his hair and pulling away some; I don't want my erection rubbing up against him to influence his response.

"Just thinking," is his short reply. Even though this is neither the time nor place to think about anything but each other, I don't want to probe any further. It must be something very important or something is wrong. Dammit! I don't want to deal with this but I know I have to.

"What are you thinking about?" I try my hardest to not sound annoyed; it's not that I'm mad at him but I'm just angry with the situation.

"Yuki, do you love me?" Dammit, the 'L' word again. Why does he insist on asking me that question? Can't he just judge by my actions that I must or else I would have kicked him out before he even moved in?

"Baka," I mutter, wanting him to get the point so we can move on but he just looks like he's about to cry. Great, just what I needed – a reason for my dick to get soft. "Look, what's wrong and why are you so concerned about how I feel right now?" I'm now sitting next to him, my hand pushing a few sweat-soaked strands of hair form my face.

"You know I would do anything for you, and I wanted to know if you would too." He's looking off to the side as if the wall is the most interesting thing in the room. Now I'm confused; where the hell did that comment come from? What happened and why does he look like his best friend just died in front of him?

I lean down and place a simple, gentle kiss on his forehead before scoping him up in my arms. I'm sitting again with Shuichi in my lap while he lays his head against my chest. It's times like these when I realize how much smaller he is than me. I wonder if someone said anything to him about our relationship and it got him worked up? It wouldn't have been the first time and I need to remember how sensitive he is about what other people say about us sometimes. His insecurities come to the surface and he thinks I'll just leave him for some bimbo with a huge rack.

"You know I care for you Shuichi and I will never leave you." That's the closest I can come to saying the 'L' word and I even have trouble with that. That must have put his mind to ease because he's now smiling up at me like I just proposed to him. That's all that I need to say for him to be put at ease and for the both of us to enjoy the evening ahead of us.

Shuichi is extra clingy tonight, insisting on cuddling after sex. Well, it was more like begging cuz he knows I like space while I sleep, but I indulge him tonight since he's been worried all day. But he better not try to make a habit out of this or I will make him sleep on the couch again.

Despite snuggling up with me like I'm some giant teddy bear, he still has nightmares throughout the night, waking up in either a cold sweat or screaming for someone to stop. After the first three times of waking up, he goes out in the living room so he won't disturb me because each time he woke up, I got up with him and tried to find out what was wrong and give him some comfort. But apparently I can't even give him that and he just has to leave our room for the night.

By the time I do wake up he's already gone and I wonder how he slept or if he slept at all. But I don't have too much time to dwell on things before I take a shower and start a fresh pot of coffee to brew so I can start another day of work.

I finish up the chapter I started on last night as well as start on another before I notice that it's almost time for Shuichi to come on from work. Tonight, I decide, I will talk to him about what's been going on and get him to open up. He's probably afraid of making me worry or getting me sick again. I've told him several times after that incident that he's not the reason why my ulcer got worse; it was a combination of several factors including stress, poor diet (and it won't get any better) and a change in prescription. The new medicine that my psychiatrist gave me had a bad reaction with some of the other pills I was taking. Of course I didn't mention the psychiatrist but he still should have gotten the point.

I start to worry when I notice that he's late by almost an hour. He didn't mention anything last night about coming home late today so I go out to the living room and kitchen to look for a note. It's not like I'm panicking or anything, because I could have easily overlooked a note earlier this morning. Shuichi always lets me know when he's coming home late, even if he calls me to say that he's going to be 10 minutes later than he planned. But after I search every inch of both rooms I find nothing. I check the answering machine to see if I missed any calls and again nothing. I even go as far as calling Hiroshi and ask what happened to Shuichi but he said that he hadn't seen him since work. Now, it's time for me to panic.

I go back into the bedroom to see if he put it on the nightstand or somewhere so I would have notice when I got up. I look for anything that could be used to write a note on but what I notice instead is the corner of a folder or envelope sticking out of Shuichi's underwear drawer. The brat would be clumsy enough to knock a note off the dresser and have it land in one of the drawers. I calm down some as I open the drawer and notice that it's an envelope with something still in it. It's addressed to him but I can't help but be curious about an envelope being mixed in with my lover's underwear. That's too weird even for him.

My heart races as I unclasp the envelope, and I feel like Shuichi will come in at any moment and ask why I was going through his clothes and his mail. But right now I don't care if he catches me because I have a right to. I mean, he's my lover, he was late today, I was worried, and the envelope looked suspicious. Even his friend would probably do the same if he were in my position.

The first thing I notice is a letter that's in it. I don't recognize the handwriting so I know it's not Seguchi's or Nakano's and it's too neat to be that American's (even though I've never seen his handwriting, I doubt it's any good). Even though I shouldn't, I can't help reading it and my heart nearly stops when I read the contents:

If you don't want your fucking boyfriend's secret to hit the tabloids along with these pictures, bring 250.000 yen and your tight little ass to the Moonlight Motel on the edge of town on Friday at 6:00pm. And be sure to keep your schedule clear cuz this is a weekly thing. Tell anyone and all of Japan will see you for the slut you are.

- Aizawa

The anger and rage that I should feel it outweighed by the fear and helplessness that engulfs me. The envelope is postmarked over a week ago and today is Friday. I let the paper drop to the floor and with a shaky hand I reach in the envelope again to see what pictures he may be talking about while I hope and pray that it's not the one's I think it is.

My heart stops and I can't suppress the tears from rolling down my face as I look at one of the pictures. I immediately drop the photo, but the image on it is burned into my brain. It was a picture of Shuichi getting double teamed by two guys I've never seen before. It's obviously a photo from when Aizawa had Shuichi raped; I guess the roll of film he gave me was either fake or he had more than one. Either way, it's my fault that my lover's in this situation now.

My body won't stop trembling but I still manage to leave out the room to call Shuichi. If I can, I want to get him out of this situation as quickly as possible. Even though it's almost 7:30 and I don't want to think about what's already happen, all I know is that I need to do something now.

After I can finally dial his cell phone number correctly (my hands wouldn't stop shaking), it goes straight to voicemail signaling that he has his phone off or he has no reception wherever he is. The only thing left to do is go over there and drag Shuichi home.

The Moonlight Motel is the shadiest motel I've ever seen in my life and I lived in New York. I walked up to the receptionist who looks like he wishes he were dead instead of working here and I ask him if a room was reserved by either an Aizawa or a Shindou. He says that Aizawa reserved the room and Shindou paid for it and they both left not too long ago. I try my hardest to not breakdown knowing that not only was my lover here, but he was here for well over an hour with a man who either raped him or had him raped…again.

I run out the dank lobby and jump in my car. I'm driving so fast back home that I'm surprised that I make it all the way without being stopped. I thank my luck that at least I can return home to Shuichi and hold him and make him realize that he didn't need to do any of this. I need to make him realize that I would have taken care of everything and done it right this time.

"Shuichi," I nearly yell into the still dark apartment before I practically run inside. I kick my shoes off then run throughout the house looking for any sign that he is or at least was here. But everything is that same as when I left it earlier. Dammit, where could this boy be?

I feel myself getting slightly dizzy and I realize that I need to calm down or else end up in the hospital again. I walk into the bathroom and grab a few bottles of medication and swallow a few pills. Normally I would take them dry but my throat is so constricted that I need to drink something. I look at my reflection in the mirror and tell myself that I need to calm down. Shuichi needs me to be there for him when he gets in and I can't do anything for him if I'm an emotional wreck or coughing up more blood.

I walk out to the living room, deciding to skip a well needed glass of anything stiff, and I sit on the couch. I don't even bother to turn on the lights, knowing that it will probably make my migraine even worse. I take a few calming, deep breathes and look at the clock that sits on the other side of the room. It's nearly 8:30 and Shuichi left that damned motel around 8pm, and I drove here like I bat out of hell, so if Shuichi caught a cab it makes sense that I would beat him home. So now all I can do is sit and wait until he comes home.

I barely notice my self nodding off until I'm frightened from a medication-induced slumber by the ringing of the phone. I jump up from the couch and run to grab the phone, finally answering it after the fourth ring; luckily my phone goes to the machine after five rings. Instead of it being my precious Shuichi on the other end, it's his friend Hiroshi.

"Hey, Yuki-san. I just wanted to let you know that Shuichi's here and you don't have to worry. He'll probably stay the night and I'll just give him a ride tomorrow morning." I'm silent for a moment trying to figure out why he's at Hiroshi's apartment and not here; but then again, Shuichi was probably afraid to come home.

"Oi, don't worry Yuki-san, I won't do anything inappropriate with your Shuichi." Hiroshi's probably took my silence as me questioning him, but I trust Shuichi enough to know that he would never cheat on me with his best friend; he never sleeps with other people willingly.

"Yea, I know. Bye." With that I hang up the phone. It's not like I want to be rude, but I want to see Shuichi not just hear that he's "fine" from his friend who probably knows nothing. I grab my car keys and head out the door, trying to remember where that damn guitarist lives. He usually picks up Shuichi so I never had to drive there. In times like this, the only thing left to do is call Seguchi. Needless to say, he is confused about why I need to know Hiroshi's address so I just lie and said I got into a stupid fight with Shuichi and I'm going to apologize. Either he buys it or decides not to pry too deeply because he just gives up the information without much argument. Once I have the address I promptly hang up on my brother-in-law. God Bless the man who invented cell phones and caller ID so I can ignore Seguchi's calls for the rest of the night.

Again, I speed through the streets of Tokyo not caring if I hit anything or anyone because nothing else matters to me right now other than Shuichi's safety. My travel time is cut in half and in no time I find myself standing outside a tall apartment complex that houses the redhead and my precious lover.

I was probably the last person he expected to see tonight when I do arrive. When I enter his apartment, I'm greeted by the young man and the sound of a shower. I can't blame Shuichi for wanting to take a shower after what he's been through, but I would have rather not have to wait any longer to see him.

Hiroshi motions for me to sit down before he goes back into the kitchen to finish whatever it is he's cooking. I'm joined by him a few moments later, his meal either done or forgotten as he sits down across from me.

"So what do you think it is? I mean, he seems like he's a wreck and you rarely ever call looking for him." Well, at least he's straight to the point. I'm surprised that Shuichi didn't tell him what happened. I mean, he tells his best friend everything else and he even came here after the first time he was raped, seeking this boy's protection and understanding.

I try my hardest to not break down in front of him, and I barely succeeded while I explain to him what I found. "I found an envelope in one of Shuichi's drawers earlier. It was a blackmail letter and pictures." I look over to the redhead to see if he was able to put the pieces together without me having to say more. I don't want to say out loud what the letter said or what the pictures were of. But the damn bastard doesn't seem to know the depth of what I just said. He simply nods and looks angry but he's not reacting the way any normal person would if they knew I was taking about Aizawa Taki.

"So, what did the letter say? Do you know who it was from?" Bull's eye; he's completely clueless. He's looking at me now, already trying to plan a way to punish the person for doing this to our Shuichi.

I just look at him and try to find the words to explain to him without causing myself a mental breakdown. "Aizawa still had pictures from the last time. To keep the fucker from going to the press with 'em, Shuichi has to give him money and…" I choke on the last part not even wanting to imagine my lover in that situation. The images from earlier threaten to resurface with every word that flows from my mouth, like venom poisoning my mind, heart and soul. I lower my head so he can't see my emotions or reactions; I think I may cry if I keep talking about this.

Hiroshi shoots straight up from his seat as if he could beat Aizawa right here and now. He's pacing back and forth in front of me but all I can see is he feet since I refuse to look up at him. His breathing is forced and ragged like he just finished a fight but wasn't satisfied with the beating he gave the other man.

"Onegai, Yuki-san, tell me you're lying. Please tell me that Shuichi doesn't have to let that sick bastard use him like that. Tell me that it's just cash, nothing else." The redhead is frantic as tears threaten to overtake him. I just shake my head, bringing my hands up to my face as I try to calm myself. It would be easier if the man across from me wasn't about to break down.

"Oh my God." He finally paused in his pacing around the apartment to lean against the doorframe of the kitchen. I look up at him to see that his hand is over his face and he's trying to suppress his sobs. I lean back on the couch and take a sip of the tea sitting in front of me. Chances are this cup belongs to Shuichi and even though the liquid in the cup has already gone cold, it helps to soothe me.

"So what are we gonna do?" Hiroshi straightens himself out while still looking at me. "There has to be some way to take care of this so Shuichi doesn't have to face it anymore. I mean, we can't let this go on any longer."

Just then I notice my pink-haired lover walking towards us, obviously in one of his friend's shirts because it is a few sizes too big for his small frame. Again, his head is down and he's tugging at the hem of the shirt so he must be nervous; he probably didn't expect to see me here.

"You didn't have to come Yuki," I barely hear him as he whispers in a small voice and he doesn't even bother to lift his head up to greet me. I wonder if he was this scared when he was alone in that motel room with Aizawa and Buddha only knows who else, completely at the mercy of that irate rival.

I stand to walk over to Shuichi – the pain and fear evident in my eyes – and I reach out to embrace my lover, never wanting to let him go so I can always protect him. "I'm sorry Shuichi. I'm so sorry." My voice is cracked and anyone can tell that I'm close to crying. I feel petite fingers wrap around the fabric of my shirt as I say these words, tears slowly wetting it. We stand here for a few moments with him crying and me trying not too; I hate to show weakness in front of anyone especially at a time like this.

"Why are you sorry, you didn't do anything?" That comment rips at my soul; he's right, I didn't do anything and that's the problem. I should have done something earlier and maybe we would not be here but instead I'd be enjoying a lovely evening with the man I love.

"I'm sorry because I couldn't protect you." His body tenses slightly next to mine; he's afraid that I know what's happening to him and he's not prepared for that. If only I had found that damn letter earlier.

"From what? You're always there for me Yuki." Shuichi's voice sounds so young and vulnerable and that's exactly what he is. I have taken so much from this boy that's barely a man, and he still feels like I've done all I could for him. I always seem to come too late to protect him from harm, coming only to get retribution.

"I found the envelope Shuichi. I saw the pictures and read the note." I don't have a chance to say anything else before my beloved pulls away from me and backs away from me. His face is flush and tears are coming down in streams from red, puffy eyes. His arms wrap around his chest in a protective embrace as he's breath leaves him and he practically hyperventilates.

"Gomen Yuki, gomen." I don't know why he's apologizing to me; he's the victim in all of this. But all I can do is watch as he backs himself into a wall and slide down its length to sit in a broken heap on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest and his head resting on the pale joints. I'm practically frozen where I stand, not sure what to say or do that won't make him feel worse or make me break down.

I barely noticed the redhead move until I see him a few feet from my lover, Shuichi's name escaping his lips. He kneels down in front of his friend and places a hand on his shoulder trying to coax him into facing us and letting us be there for him. "It's okay Shuichi. You know we're here for you, just let us help." Shuichi still keeps his head down on his knees.

"Demo…demo…" It's like Shuichi is trying to refuse our help; like he thinks he deserved to be treated like that and we should condemn him for it. He barely even accepts the hug from Hiroshi and it's more like he's just letting his best friend hold him. Shuichi just continues to cry and ignore the comfort Hiroshi is trying to give him.

Now the pain and sorrow that I've been feeling for most of the evening is replaced with hatred, anger and malice; the one I love is suffering so much. The worst part about all of this is that he seems to be blaming himself for everything that he's had to endure for these past two Fridays. Why can't he realize that he didn't ask for any of this to happen and he's just a victim of a sadistic bastard hell-bent on revenge? I can't stand to see him eat himself up over something that he has no control over so I must end this all now to save what's left of my lover's purity, innocence and virtue.

I kneel in front of Shuichi and bring his face up to meet mine. "Daijoubu Shuichi, we'll take care of this now." I know that he can tell just from the look in my eyes what I'm planning on doing; since I couldn't stop that perverted bastard from having his way with my lover, I'll make it so he can never hurt him again. I have to make things right or else I'll go crazy watching Shuichi blame himself for being my savior.

I stand to walk out and pay Aizawa a late night visit but Shuichi grabs a hold of my pants leg and looks up at me pleadingly. "Onegai Yuki, don't. Boku wa… boku wa…I can handle it alone. I don't want you to get hurt." I know that all he wants to do is protect me but trying to protect me has gotten him raped twice in his short music career. I can't just let his rapist walk around free while spending the money my beloved spent so much hard time earning. His hard work, dedication, sweat, tears, and blood – lots of blood – went into getting him where he is today.

I look down at him, wanting to end the pain that he's feeling by being here for him but I can't do that. Hiroshi is here so he'll be fine while I go pervert hunting. I just stare in my lover's eyes for a few seconds longer before gently pulling my leg away and heading towards the door. Shuichi must know that trying to keep me here is a loosing battle because he lets go of me so I can go on my journey.

"Nakano, look after Shuichi for me." With that said, I head out the door, leaving the two on the floor in each others arms. I know Hiroshi can do more for Shuichi than I can. Hell, I couldn't even help myself after what happened in New York so there's no way I can do anything for Shuichi but this.

After closing the door behind me, I immediately pull out my cell phone and call Tohma again. After about two rings he answers, probably worried about me since I never call him more than once a day and even if I did, I would never call twice in an hour.

"Eiri-san, what's wrong? Did Shindou-san not accept your apology?" I can tell that's he's faking concern; it's pretty obvious that I lied about going to Hiroshi's place to apologize to Shuichi.

"Look, I'm not in the mood. I just need some info on a certain little half-assed, wanna-be rock star turned rapist. He went after Shuichi again and this time I need to do something about it." He can probably tell by how venomous my voice is that I mean business because the other end goes silent.

"Eiri-san, please, let me take care of this." He's almost pleading with me just like Shuichi to stay away from the man who is trying to ruin my life and the life of the one I love.

"Didn't you say that you would take care of it last time?" I don't even try to hide my anger and frustration. Tohma said that he would make sure that Aizawa would never even think about coming anywhere near me and Shuichi. Not only did he come near us, but he blackmailed and fucked Shuichi. I don't want Tohma to 'fix' anything else; all I want from him is info.

Again, I'm greeted by silence on the other end of the phone. "Please, listen to me Eiri-san, I can…"

"Do you know where he is or not?" I don't feel like dealing with my brother-in-law trying to stop me. If he decides that he doesn't want to help, I'll just have to find Aizawa myself; my network of connections may not be as extensive as Tohma's, but all I need to do is mention my 'brother's' name or contact some female and I can get anything I want. By the time he decides to talk to me, I'm already in my car and starting the engine; I still need to stop back home anyway so I can wait a few more minutes for him to tell me what I need to know.

"If I give you his address will you promise me that you won't do anything too dangerous?" He knows that I can't and won't make that promise so I don't even know why he bothered to ask. But in the end, he just sighs and tells me the address.

"Be careful Eiri-san and call me when it's all over." Well, at least he's going to be nice and help me cover this all up. Last thing I need is a murder conviction. Funny thing is that I would still probably be a best seller even in prison.

Once I open the door to my quiet, dark home I immediately change my clothes; I don't want to risk being spotted by anyone. I choose a pair of black slacks and a dark shirt. Unfortunately I don't own a pair of sneakers so I have to wear a pair of black dress shoes along with a long black trench coat complete with sunglasses. Now I look like an assassin complete with a small handgun Shuichi's crazy American manager gave to me when Shuichi and I went out on that godforsaken date. I can't believe that I kept it but right now I'm glad that I did; it would have been a waste to throw away a fully loaded 9mm handgun.

I lock the door behind me as I leave out ready for whatever the world and fate brings me. I hop in my car and examine the address Tohma gave me. The place isn't too far from here but it's not in as nice an area as this one. I let my rage steer me to the dark, deserted neighborhood that houses Shuichi's rapist. There are no people around and not even the moon is out to witness my sin. It's as if Tohma called ahead and told the world that it would be in their best interests to cease to exist for a night.

My heart feels like it will jump out of my chest as soon as I step out my car. I parked a few blocks away from the actual address in as dark of a spot as I could find. I slowly walk to the apartment address followed only by the clicking sound of my shoes assaulting the pavement. While making this walk that seems to never end, I reach into the pocket of my coat and pull out a pair of black leather cloves; last thing I need is for my fingerprints to be on anything.

I'm nothing more than an angel of death as I walk up the stair to Aizawa's apartment; only thoughts of revenge and murder are present in my mind and heart. My emotions weren't even this strong the first time I confronted him, but now is not the time to think about anything else. All there is for me to do is end everything here and now.

I knock on the door, not too hard to cause him suspicion but I want to make my presence known. I tired-eyed, sloppy haired Aizawa Taki opens the door with a sleep laden voice asking who the fuck I am and why I'm bothering him. As soon as the door is cracked open by just a little bit, I kick the door completely open, sending the former singer flying back. I can tell by the look on his face that he wasn't expecting anyone tonight.

I look at his pathetic frame as it moves further away from me, sliding across the floor. He hasn't gotten up from my little surprise kick and he seems more concerned with getting as far away from me as possible instead of standing up. I close and lock the door behind me as I step deeper into the room, hoping that no one will think that the sounds they are hearing are suspicious.

"So, you still have a thing for my Shuichi," I say as I stand above him after the stupid bastard backed himself into a wall. My eyes are cold and hard while his are silently begging for mercy. I pull a cigarette out of my pocket, place the short nicotine-filled stick between my lips and light it while I wait for Aizawa to say something. It's not as fun if he doesn't beg for his life.

"I-I-I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stutters out as I blow some smoke into his face and flick a few ashes into his hair. He's sweating hard and his eyes are shifting trying to look for a way out from under my overpowering gaze and threatening form.

"Is that so?" I kneel down in front of him and grab him roughly by the collar of his shift and blow more smoke into his face. "So you mean to tell me that the letter sent to him wasn't from you and that other people in Tokyo have pictures of him getting raped by two guys?" My grip is firm as my eyes bore into his, the cigarette held firm between my lips.

"How do you know he wasn't just having some fun with a few other guys?" I can't contain my anger and I punch him, hard, in the face splitting his lip and causing his head to hit against the wall. I let go of his collar and let his body slump against the wall. His eyes were a little glazed and I'm obviously upset but that doesn't stop him from taunting me.

"But then again, last time I met up with him he didn't seem to mind it too much." There's a smirk on his face while he wipes some of the blood from his lip as he waits for me to do something to him. It's as if he wants me to loose my temper and kick his ass. But before I can do anything the world around me goes black and quiet. Bastard did have something up his sleeve and it resulted in me getting hit in the side of the head and being knocked out.

There a sound similar to the buzzing of a group of locus in my ears, making me wonder if I was truly in the presence of humans or if my limp, unconscious body was take to a wooded area and left to rot. All that's for sure is that my head hurts and my eyes refuse to open and face the reality of the situation. A small groan rumbles low in my throat as I try to move from my position on the ground or floor but I then notice that my hands are tied behind my back. To this my eyes shoot open and scan the room around me. It takes a few seconds for my vision to adjust but when they do, I see a man I've never seen before and a similarly unfamiliar woman giving some attention to Aizawa's busted lip. This must mean that I haven't been out for too long unless he's been biting at it or something to cause the blood to continue to flow.

"Looks like our little friend is awake now," says the man who I don't recognize as he walks towards me and nudges my side with his foot. I try to say something to the guy and tell him to get the fuck away from me, but I realize that my mouth has been taped shut. This begins to unnerve me more; who knows what this sick bastard plans on doing with me while I'm like this.

"Since I came all the way over here Taki, what did you plan on me doing with him?" He turns his attention away from me for the moment to look back at his partner in crime who's trying to tell his little slut bunny to leave him alone. "We could always have a little 'fun' with him. I mean, he's probably tighter than the last one."

Okay, now time to panic; I'll be damned if I'm gonna be anyone's little bitch. I start struggling against the ropes that are tied around my hands but I only succeed in making them tighter. The two men in the room laugh at my attempts to free myself and all I want to do now is strangle both of them; but first, I need to escape.

The mystery man bends down to help me to my knees and this is the first time I actually get a good look at him. He's about as tall as Aizawa but better built and more rough looking. His shoulder length jet-black hair is pulled back into a ponytail and he has a short scar on his left cheek; this guy was definitely not someone I'd want to be associated with. I can probably beat him in a fair fight, but I doubt that he'll fight fair. He looks ready for anything dressed in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a dark blue T-shirt.

Once he has me on my knees, he hits me hard across the face, my cheek taking most of the impact. I nearly fall back but I somehow manage to keep my balance. I know that when I get out of this, I'm going to have a visible bruise. He then grabs a handful of my hair and forces my head back and moves his other hand up to hold the tip of a gun at my temple.

"I know; maybe we can shoot him with his own gun so it looks like suicide." I can only stare in disbelief at his words and I think about the irony of the situation and statement. The metal feels so cold pressed against his skin and I truly wish that I had stayed home with Shuichi instead of coming here for revenge.

"Later," I hear Aizawa's voice say. He then gets up and walks over to where I am, the girl taking the cue to go in a back room, probably his bedroom. The singer's lip is purple and puffy from my earlier attack and he probably wants to get even with me before pulling the trigger. The guy with the ponytail gets up and take a few steps backwards to make room for the man that embodies all the hatred I feel right now.

Aizawa stoops in front of me, his face less than a foot from mine, like he's asking me to head butt him, but I refrain from doing anything; I need to wait for an opening to get my hands undone before I kick his ass. I just stare at him evilly while he smirks in my face. Our staring contest lasts for about a minute before I feel his hands start working on my belt buckle. I try to pull away from him with my eyes still locked on his but his grip on the leather belt keeps me from getting too far.

Aizawa's the first one to break our gaze by moving closer to me so that he's mouth is right by my ear. "You know what, Yuki-san? You, Shindou and that bastard Seguchi ruined my life. I had everything I ever wanted until that brat showed up; fame fortune, women, everything." I feel his hands now move to work on the button and zipper of my pants. Before I can squirm away, his friend moves to kneel behind leaving me with no place to go. "But now…now I can finally get back at all of you. Just think how your precious lover and brother-in-law will react to finding out this happened." He pulls down my pants leaving part of my lower body exposed to the night air. "Your pain is their pain." I hear something behind me; it sounds like a zipper being undone.

I try to show no emotion but on the inside I'm panicking. Unless someone comes to my rescue in the next 5 seconds, I'll be Aizawa's next victim. I think fast for something – anything – I can do to get away from here but with my hands bound and my pants down at my knees, I can't really move or fight back. Only thing left to do is silently pray to any and every god that can hear me to help me.

"Oi, Takakura-san, I wanna be first." So that's the other guy's name; I'll have to remember that for when I talk to Tohma so he can share Aizawa's fate. Well, only if I live long enough to talk to Tohma.

Aizawa and Takakura switch positions and now Aizawa is behind me threatening to do to me what he did to Shuichi. I close my eyes and mentally prepare myself for the impending pain. I hear Aizawa undo his zipper and he once again moves to whisper in my ear while the tip of his cock pokes threateningly against my backside.

"Scream for me Yuki-san."

Yes, I know I am evil for everything that happens in this chapter. Sorry to everyone who loves and worships Yuki because I left him in the situation.

Don't forget to review. Also, point out any mistakes (I already know that I sometimes switch back and forth between present and past tense, but I tried to fix that as best as I could). Flames will be accepted unless they are dumb and useless. In which case they will be forwarded to all the people I don't like.

Next chapter is Tohma's POV (even though I love writing from Yuki's; he reminds me so much of my brother so it's fun to write).

Notes:

1. Demo – But

2. Boku wa – in this context, it mean I will/can (boku is a first person pronoun and can mean 'I'; wa is a sentence particle which marks the subject of a sentence)

3. Daijoubu – in this context, it means "It's okay,"

4. Onegai – "Please"