Hello, minna! Long time, no writing for this, eh? Sorry about that... I have been a little bitter about still having lost the BEST writeup of the second chapter ever. That, and I have been busy and gone through a writing-rut. I still have remenants of it (le sob), but I will try my best to work my writing genius, alright?

Disclaimer: Same as chapter one; no repeats.

(slight flashback; right after the phone call)

Ginji glared over at the man who had made the threatening phone call to the leader of the GetBackers. Growling, he wanted nothing more than to jump up and tear him apart where he stood. However, the ropes that confound his feet and wrists kept him from doing as he desired.

Smirking maliciously, the phone caller walked over to his prey. The look in his eyes was similar to a man's boner from watching hours of S & M images in porno. As he made his way up to the younger GetBacker, he knelt down in front of him. "How do you like my little place, Princess Ginji?"

"I hate it, Koshiki." Ginji replied, his eyes narrowed. "Almost as much as I hate you."

"Aww..."

"Don't play like you care, you bastard. I know you don't."

Koshiki paused a moment, apparently thinking on that statement. Raising again, Ginji had to adjust his body to keep (what he hoped was) a menacing gaze on his attacker. "I suppose not." The man replied, hands placed almost congenially in his pockets. "Either way, it was a nasty thing to say to the person who could kill you in an instant." With that, he made a simple hand gesture. The very sounds of pain Ban had heard on the machine were made again, as Ginji was beat on. Koshiki turned and walked away as, never wavering, he still smirked maliciously.

(With Ban... mere moments after the phone call)

Mido Ban rushed out of his apartment with a speed he hardly remembered having. Not thinking, he knew only one thing: he had to get to Ginji. As he flew down the stairs (not bothering to wait for the elevator) and rushed outside to his beat-up little car, he sped out the parking lot. The sound of tires screeching were heard by other tennants in the building, but they were used to that noise. As he drove, Ban's fingers clung tightly to the steering wheel until his knuckles were almost translucent. Ginji, hold on. He thought to himself. I'm coming! Don't do anything stupid!

(Koshiki's hideout)

"Why the hell are you doing this?" Amano screamed, although his voice was slightly hoarse. A small pool of blood was laying beside him; a mixture of outside wounds and minor interior bleeding. "Why me? Why now?"

"I think it would be rather simple, Gin-san." The black-haired man replied, non-chalantly. "After your little recent escapade at Infinity Fortress, it's even more clear now that you were never meant to be the Lightning Lord. You're nothing but a wussy little half-assed punk who does retreival jobs for pocket change."

"So what if I am?" Ginji retorted, angry. "What does that have to do with you kidnapping me? What are you trying to prove?"

"That I was meant to be the leader!"

"...you?"

"Yes! You got all the fame, all the power, all the respect! Everything I always wanted was handed to you! And for what! So you could just leave one day saying, 'sorry, guys. No thanks. I don't want to rule the Shinjuku Underground; I wanna be the lapdog for phony millionares!'" Ginji twitched. "You're a disgrace to the Volts! And ever since you left, everyone still worships you! Kazuki, MakubeX, Juubei... I am here to prove that you, Amano Ginji, do not deserve the title of Lightning Lord!"

"I'm not the Lightning Lord anymore." Ginji replied quietly, his eyes still slightly narrowed. "Have the title if you want. That's not me."

Koshiki's evil smirk returned. "Sorry, Gin-san. It doesn't really work that way. See, I can't just claim the title and expect everyone to obey me. I have to defeat the one who holds the title first." Ginji's eyes opened wide as Koshiki's voice was cut off to menial maniacal laughter. "That's the only way to achieve what I want!"

"Then why make the phone call to Ban?" Ginji asked. "Isn't it enough that you have me here? Why let him know?"

"Because," the Volt leader-wannabe smiled dangerously, his eyes gleaming. "I want your little boy-toy to come to your rescue." Ginji was confused.

"Why? So he can kill you and save me?"

"No." The grin broadened, widening his look of insanity. "Because I want him to witness me destroying the very boy he wants to protect." The blond was frozen in shock. Seeing his handywork, Koshiki revelled in it. "I will give him exactly forty minutes. If he is not here by then, which I assume he will be, the torture will begin. And be forewarned, Ginji-kun," Crouching down, Koshiki placed his icy hand beneath Ginji's chin and looked him square in the eye. As much as the GetBacker tried to retreat, he could not. "Whether your precious little boyfriend comes in that time limit or not, our little game will approach a whole new level in forty minutes." Without saying another word, the man winked before standing and made his way leisurely to the door.

Before leaving for good, letting his minions stay behind, Koshiki set a timer in the corner of the room for forty minutes. Ginji could feel sweat cascading down his face. Closing his eyes tightly, he also clenched his hands together behind his back. Ban! He yelled within his head. Please hurry! I need you!

(Ban)

"God dammit!" Ban screamed, jumping out of his car and kicking the fender. No sooner had he done so did he wish he had not; overwhelming pain shot through his body. Leaning against the car, he was about ready to stop the first person who passed him and murder him. His anger was that intense. Looking back at his car again, he wanted nothing more than to tear it into a million pieces. Staring at the billowing cloud of grey smoke from the hood of the vehicle, he gritted his teeth until his jaw grew soar. Taking out his cell phone, he attempted to call Hevn, but saw that he was getting no signal. "GREAT!" He yelled, frustrated. Muttering to himself, he put the piece-of-junk phone back in his pocket before pulling out a cig and lighting it. "Why would my cell work? Why wouldn't my car break down in the middle of nowhere? Why does it not surprise me that I can't call Hevn when I need to?" Squeezing and unconstricting his hands at his sides continuously, he barely noticed the tears that spilled down his cheeks. How could he get to Ginji now? The more time he wasted, the more danger his lover was in.

Don't give up, Gin-san. I'll be there as soon as I can.

(Ginji)

As the blond GetBacker looked up at the timer, his heart fell. Fourteen-and-a-quarter minutes had passed since Koshiki had left he room. That meant he had only twenty-six minutes to be saved. He was losing hope that Ban would come for him. Maybe he had run away. Maybe he had found some girl in a bar and had slept with her. Maybe he had finally managed to coax Hevn into a one-night stand. Or, perhaps, he had in fact heard the message, but he was still too pissed at Ginji to come to the rescue. Tears collecting at the base of his eyes, Ginji fought hard to call them off. He did not want his two guards to catch him crying; even more so, he did not want Koshiki to witness, in case he could use another thing against him. He had to admit that the entire day had not been one he would look fondly back on. First, he had shocked Ban while they were trying to have sex. It had been an accident, but Mido had been so pissed about it. He had pulled on his pants, swore intensly at Ginji and anything under the blue moon before leaving. After that, Ginji couldn't find him anywhere. On his little walk, he had gotten chased by two dogs before getting semi-lost in a roundabout. He vaguely recalled the instance where he was hit over the head and fell, barely conscious. When he awoke, he found himself bound and in his old stomping ground: Shinjuku.

Lowering his head to the cold concrete floor, Ginji knew one thing: this day had been the day from hell.

(The Honky Tonk)

Soaking wet from the worsening rain storm that had begun anew, Mido Ban walked into the Honky Tonk. Hevn, Paul, Juubei, Kazuki, Natsumi, Madoka and Shido all looked up from their meals as the black-haired retreiver walked in.

They all stared, open-mouthed.

"Ban-kun..." Hevn said, rising from her chair. "Are you alright? You look awful!" Ignoring the go-to girl for retreival jobs, Ban rushed passed all of them to the back of the resturant; to Kazuki.

"Where is Ginji?" He demanded. Calmly, the black-haired ex-Volt placed his cuppa' java down on the countertop.

"How should I know? He's your boyfriend."

"I got a message saying the Volts kidnapped him! Where is he?" If at all possible, the silence in the Honky Tonk grew more deafening after that statement.

"Ginji-chan... is kidnapped...?" Natsumi breathed, horror-struck.

"When?" Juubei asked.

"Why would they kidnap Ginji?" Madoka voiced. As they all talked around him, Ban kept his eyes focused on Kazuki, ignoring everyone else.

"Where is he?" Ban asked again, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

"In case you haven't noticed, Mido-san, I am no longer a member of the Volts."

"Maybe not, but you could have heard something! Some evil plot to kidnap my partner! You have to have some idea who could be behind this!"

"Any number of people could." Kazuki replied. His cool demeanor was eating at Ban's nerves. "Not everyone was pleased with his sudden change in character."

"But someone took him! They are going to torture and kill him if I don't find him, so tell me where the hell he is!"

"I don't know." Losing his temper finally, Ban's orbs flashed as he reached out, clasped his fists around the neckline of Kazuki's shirt, and yanked him out of the stool. Shoving his back against the hard, cold tabletop, Ban pinned him in place.

"You're going to help me, then. Because if they do anything to hurt my Ginji and you didn't help, I will come back here and slit your throat with my bare hands. Understood?" Kazuki said nothing. His eyes never wavered from the infuriated teenager. Sighing heavily, he nodded his head in consent.

"Fine. I'll help you." Letting him go, Natsumi saw that to be the best time to rush up to Ban and hand him a dry towel. As he dried himself off best he could, Kazuki placed a few dollars on the table to pay for the coffee and walked back over to the GetBacker leader. "So. Where's your car?"

Ban froze.

(Shinjuku Underground...)

"Well, well, well." Ginji's body tensed up as he heard the familiar voice. The door swung slowly shut behind him, making a metalic clink as it automatically locked. Walking further in, Koshiki's eyes travelled to the timer. "Three minutes and forty-seven seconds. And still no Mido-kun. What's keeping him, Ginji? Is he not coming? Does he not care what I am about to do to his fuck-toy?" The Lightning Lord twitched. Smirking maliciously once more, Koshiki came closer. "Is he playing the procrastinating hero, who shows only in the last seconds of the game? Or is he simply letting the lady in distress die in the hands of her enemy?"

"Ban will be here!" Ginji snarled. Koshiki raised his eyebrows in unvoiced speculation. Ginji hoped that his own self-doubts at his koi's appearance were hidden from his captor. From the look on his face, he could only assume they was not. Yet Koshiki said nothing more on the subject. Shrugging, he paced slowly around in front of the tied-up Volt leader.

"Perhaps we should start the party without him." Ginji froze once more. "I mean, since it is so clear that your lover will show up, I don't really want him to stop me. I do want to defeat the Volt leader... but what would bring more enjoyment than that would be to see the look of helplessness on the man's face as he sees what I am doing to his lover." Ginji was mildly confused.

"Who are you after?" Ginji asked. "If you wanted to only hurt me, why do you seem so focused on hurting Ban as well?" Koshiki paused a moment before replying.

"Isn't it natural for the bad guy to hurt as many people as he can?" Although Ginji knew this to be true through experience, he was still suspicious of Koshiki's true underlying plot. Yet as the time started to dry up and Ban was still not there, Ginji focused more on what was going to happen to himself. As the clock counted down the final minute, Amano's heartrate sped up. His brow coated itself once more with sweat and his fingers started to fidget in anxiety. His attacker had still not voiced what he had in store, and Ginji was becoming progressively worried. With thirty-eight seconds left, Ginji's stress level evolved exponentially. Please, Ban! Hurry!

(Ban)

"Huh?"

"What is it, Ban-kun?" Hevn asked, who was driving through Shinjuku. Kazuki, Ban and Shido were with her. Ban did not respond, but swiped his head around to look at the run-down building they had just passed.

"Hevn, it's that one!"

"What?" Hevn was confused. "Wait! How do you know? There's no sign that says 'Amano Ginji found here'." Regardless, Ban knew he could not wait another moment. Sliding across his own seat, he grabbed the wheel so the car swung dangerously 180 degrees to face the building. Opening the door, he jumped out seconds before an attack with the air bag. Kazuki and Shido ran after him. As for Hevn, she was shrouded in a state of shock, unable to move.

The three of them, although not the best of friends (but all connected to Ginji), ran into the building with no looking back. Their rapid footsteps could be heard echoing through the halls of the abandoned building. When they heard screams and protests, they headed towards the door at the end of the second hallway.

"Let me go!"

"I told you this would happen. Your boy toy did not make it on time, Princess Ginji."

"Ginji!" Ban said, his voice almost nonexistant. His breath was caught in his throat and, for a moment, he could do nothing but stare wide-eyed at the door.

"Stop it!"

"Now, now. Don't fuss. I won't do anything to harm you. Not much, anyway. Heh-heh."

"Let's go, Ban!" Kazuki hissed, pulling his arm roughly towards the door.

"Besides, you've done this before, right? You and your boyfriend have had sex?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Don't fidget. I'll make sure you like it." Ban could hear his koiboto's heavy panting from behind the door. He knew there was only one reson Ginji would do that. Anger ommiting from every pore in his skin, Ban pulled away from Shido and Kazuki and thrust open the door before him.

What he saw made him immobile.

Koshiki's mullet hairstyle was flowing down his muscular back as, shirt off, he had his arms wrapped around the front of Ginji. The younger GetBacker's hands and feet were still tied and his jeans had been undone. Pulled out of them was Ginji's penis, which was being stroked by his attacker. Ban watched in frozen horror at what was being done to his partner. Pre-cum oozed out of Ginji's cock as Koshiki's massaging commenced. Looking up, the older man smirked and raised his eyebrows enticingly. "Wanna join in, Ban-kun? You've trained this one very well. You can see he wants to resist, but can't. Very good. I bet you're getting hard just watching him, aren't you?" Ban tensed up.

"Get your disgusting hands off my boyfriend, you prick."

Koshiki's smirk broadened. "Come on, Ban-chan. That's no way to talk to your cousin."