Chapter 8

Reliving the Past in the Most Painful Way

In one of the reviews for Chapter 7, someone thought that the building that Hiro and Ayaka were in was the same building that Kitazawa had died in. Originally, that had been my idea, but after talking with a friend, I decided that the old building was across from where Hiro and Ayaka live.

I hope that doesn't throw anyone off!

Also, WARNING: This chapter may be a little…hard…also, its my first time writing these kinds of scenes so be gentle

Yuki stared out over the city, a cold glare in his eyes and a worried feeling in his heart.

When he had told Shuichi to back out of his life, he hadn't really expected him to. He had expected Shuichi to beg him to change his mind. But he didn't.

This was it. Yuki finally realized he had gone too far. He had finally taken Shuichi's love, his heart, his happy spirit, and he snapped it in half. "We wouldn't be in this mess...if only I loved you more" Yuki muttered, raising his right hand and resting it on his forehead for a second before pushing it up and forcing his blonde hair out of his blue eyes. "You damn brat, being with you really is hard".

He leaned over the railing on the roof, staring out to the building across the street. "They should consider getting curtains" he said to himself as he peered into Hiro and Ayaka's apartment from where he was.

He squinted and watched as Hiro opened the window and stuck his head out and looked directly in his direction. Damn it, how did they know he was up there?

Hiro stuck his arm out and motioned for him to come back.

Yuki straightened up for a moment, and looked away, as though ignoring them. Eventually though, he made his way down.

There was an elevator in the building, but because of the buildings old age, Yuki decided against using it. He took the stairs that led from the roof to the 9th floor. He kept his head low, and his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he walked down one flight of stairs, then the next, stopping only when he heard a crashing sound, followed by a cry.

Instantly, his body tensed. He recognized that cry. What made him even angrier was that he recognized the voices he heard laughing. He began to make his way down at a faster rate, taking steps two at a time. He pushed open the door that led to the flight of stairs for the 5th floor, and entered the hall.

The cries kept coming, and the laughter kept going.

He was running on nothing but anger as he stormed down the hall way, following the disturbing sounds.

He knew it had to be his Shuichi crying. After hearing the boy cry on a daily basis, he pretty much had the sound programmed into his mind. Once he found Shuichi, he'd hug him, hold him close and tell him to stop crying. And once he stopped, he'd beat him upside the head until he began to cry again, as punishment for running away.

"Shuichi" he said, as he pushed open the door from where he heard the sound. Once it fully opened, his heart stopped and he stood in shock.

The room was the same as it had been last time he was there. It was filthy and rotten, with disgusting smells of rot and urine. Graffiti decorated the walls. An opened sports bag lay across the room. Clothes of all sorts were scattered all over the floor, and over in the corner…that's where he found his lover.

He was in the corner, tears streaming down his face, as he lay on the ground naked, his body pinned beneath the two older males. His body glistened in sweat, and his face looked tired and dirty. His bottom lip was bleeding, and his cheeks were a vibrant red. Scratch marks could be seen on his arms and on his sides.

Slowly, Shuichi looked towards the door, looking at Yuki. The look on his face forced Yuki to take a step back. His gaze was so empty, so cold so…not like Shuichi. They remained there, with their eyes locked for what seemed like eternity, but a violent cry forced Yuki to blink.

Shuichi's arms rested against Maxwell's shoulders, his fingers digging into the American's back as the cries of pain escaped his lips. His hands were tied together, so he wasn't able to use them against his rapist. Maxwell gritted his teeth, and continued to move himself in and out of the boy. He chuckled a bit, rubbing Shuichi's member, "Whats wrong, don't you want to put on a show for your boyfriend?". Shuichi's nails dug into his skin, but he paid the pain little attention.

"Y-Y-Yuki" Shuichi panted, his eyes closing tightly as he turned his head away.

Maxwell stopped, and pulled Shuichi up, forcing him to wrap his legs around Maxwell's waist. He lifted Shuichi, slamming him against the wall. He let out another cry as he felt the blood trickle down his leg. Maxwell let out a growl and moved his body rhythmically, in and out, back and forward. He began slow, then increased his speed.

He froze. Yuki froze in fear. He wasn't sure what to do at this point. All he could do was stand there and watched as they violated his Shuichi. Memories of his childhood flooded back into his mind. If he hadn't picked up the gun when he was a child, it would have been him against the wall instead of Shuichi.

"Y-y-y-yuki" Shuichi moaned gently, tilting his head back. "Y-y-"

When he felt the set of arms wrap around him, it was then that he realized that Shuichi had been trying to warn him. Hiraji's arms wrapped around him tightly, pinning his arms down at his side. "Hey Eiri" Hiraji drawled into his ear, before nibbling lightly on his earlobe. Yuki's eyes grew wide and he felt his knees shake a bit. Why did they have to aim for his weak point.

"We hadn't expected you to show…but now that you're here…" Hiraji chuckled a bit.

Shuichi winced every time his body pounded against the wall. It hurt. It hurt so much but…"N-no. Leave Yuki ah-ah-lone" his breathing was heavy and filled with pain. "ple-ah!"

"S-Shut up Brat!" Yuki yelled. How dare Shuichi defend him when he was the one that was getting hurt? What was his problem? A soft growl escaped his hips and he leaned forward, ready to break free. But as the grip around him tightened, he realized he didn't have the strength.

The memory continued to replay in his mind, forcing his body to gently tremble in Hiraji's arms. Shuichi's tears reminded him of his own. Hiraji nibbled on Yuki's ear some more, and moved his arm up, resting it under Yuki's chin to prevent him from look at anything else but Shuichi.

Maxwell drove himself further into Shuichi, then stopped, pressing himself against the boy's body. Shuichi pressed against the wall, his head still tilted back. "Please….get out of me…ahh!" he complained. Maxwell responded by leaning forward and nibbling on the side of Shuichi's neck.

Yuki gritted his teeth. "Shuichi. Stop screaming, damn brat. Stop screaming!". He knew it was selfish of him to depend that Shuichi shut up when he was going through such pain, but his yelling was making Yuki nervous, and he couldn't think.

Hiraji laughed a bit more, and began lowering his hands, putting them to work at unbuttoning Yuki's shirt. He had no intention of raping Yuki again, he merely wanted to feel his chest as the writer trembled. "Eiri? Is this too much for you? Are you jealous of the fun he's having?" his tongue roamed up the side of Yuki's ear.

Yuki growled once more, and yanked forward. Hiraji let him go this time, and Yuki almost fell forward, only he caught his balance against a wall. He turned, and slid down the wall, sitting on the ground. "Get the hell away from me"

Hiraji stopped and stared at Yuki sitting in the floor. "Well doesn't this look familiar" he grinned, walking towards Yuki. "I remember it well…I was right hear, leaning over you like this…and Max was right here….Kitazawa was right in the middle….."

"Get the hell away from me!" Yuki demanded once more.

Maxwell stopped and looked in Yuki's direction. "No one told you to come here. Its you who should get away from us" .

He had a point. Yuki had come looking for them, they hadn't come looking for him. He had asked to be in this situation. He glared at Hiraji. "Give me Shuichi, and Im gone. You'll walk out of here unharmed"

Maxwell and Hiraji laughed. "We're leaving here unharmed either way"

"Just give me the kid"

Maxwell pulled himself out of Shuichi, and let him drop to the ground. Shuichi landed with a soft groan, and hugged himself.

Maxwell approached Yuki, standing next to Hiraji, shadowing over Yuki like they had done many years ago. Eiri took deep breaths as they leaned over him. Maxwell began to lean over, when a large shot rang out.

Maxwell's eyes went wide as he grabbed his chest, and stumbled forward, falling on top of Yuki.

Yuki's eyes grew wide in shock, and he looked towards the door.

"You" he whispered.

A/N: Well? Whatcha think?