Moon light

(all the chapters are named after star stuff and moon things)

"You tried to same thing, only to cut through your wrist. Quit while you're ahead." He ran a hand down the forearm of Toby. Shuddering, Toby tried to pull out of the handcuffs again, his hand bending to try to pull out of it. He felt the hand, once more against his upper arm, brushing the skin like butterfly kisses, but they were far from reassuring. "Don't move." He was ordered, and the long black haired man stared at his friend, getting a box from under the bed as he spoke, monotone, to the other guy, explaining the blood that covered the strap.

Upon hearing his name, his blood washed from his body, trying to pull away as he heard air being pushed and the strap landing against his chest. Pain was the first thing that crossed Toby's head as he screamed. The whip came again with accuracy that would have a sniper jealous, the same spot that had once been red had the first bit of skin ripped.

A tickle down his side told the kid that he had started to bled, and he tried pulling his hands away again until an awful snap came to his ears, and pain from his wrist. The man above him laughed . "Mono, Toby-neko didn't cause this much racquet the first time. And look at that, he broke his wrist trying to escape." It wasn't sympathy, but a sadistic reply, the crimson from Toby's side being an essence to their insanity.

"If he'd shut up, enough to listen, then I'd think about stopping." He whispered, but the order was to no one. Toby had already buried his head into the feather pillow under him, trying his hardest not to cry. He refused to satisfy the two with that. "He's no good if he can't take orders. We asked for him to put his mouth to a test upon you, and what does he do - disobey." Toby listened to their conversation as moving from under the bed made him more than aware they had more planned for him. A hand was placed under his flaccid cock, brushing up to his tip, and Zack's body disobeyed him, taking in the pleasure at once. Moving his unbroken wrist, Toby once more tried to fit his hand out to get free.

Then Mono, chuckled fondly at the display of the man at their mercy. His fingers fled from the guys shaft, towards his chest where it dipped in the blood to rush towards the boy's perked, cold, nipples. Mono stared down, mockingly into the boy's eyes. "Confused, aren't you?" He smiled, and Toby refused to reply. "you've been missing for what, three days starting today? Does anyone even care about the son of a rapist? We're doing you a favour. Of course, one doesn't do something nice for free. There's been a demand for keyboardist Toby Yuki to have some more…provocative pictures of the star."

"Now, where did we leave off…" Mono said as the whip came down harder on the boy this time. No tears came from his eyes and no scream came from his mouth.

"Toby" Sora walked out another alley, his eyes scanning the terrain for any signs of his brother. Clutching his jacket against him as the wind picked up, the boy continued, his eyes continuing to move as he reached to grab another pedestrian and show them Toby's picture, asking if they had seen either. No clues, no replies.

Continuing his walk, he turned down Music Central of Tokyo. The music blared everywhere, much to his disliking. It was loud, reminding him of Toby, and he could hear his's voice. Damn the music. Continuing his walking, he heard many girls scream about the song being played, saying it was the best, but arguments starting about whom the best was arose after.

He didn't know why he was even trying this area, if he were to show them a picture of the small boy, they'd all know who the boy was, want to know why he was asking, then it'd be another attack by fan girls until he could retreat. He could never understand what the teens saw in any of this. Turning, he left the street, not seeing any havoc going around, which told him the boy wasn't on that street in the first place just to purchase music.

Concentrating on the sidewalk, he slowed as he saw an elderly woman brushing off her front porch, humming a soft, serene, tune to herself. A beautiful store, and of all stores, a book store - an old book store. Reminding himself of the name of the store, he walked towards her, pulling out the picture from his wallet. "Excuse me, ma'am?" He asked, bowing to give his respect to the elderly.

"Yes?" She stared up, stopping her sweeping.

"I was wondering if you had seen this boy around here, two days ago?" Sora held out his personal picture of the boy. "He has a crutch and he hums and dances some times" He tried explaining. "He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, purple shirt that seemed a little…to big for him," Sora thought back to that day, it was his shirt - of course it was too big for the little boy, "and a blue jean jacket."

The woman nodded, handing the picture back. "Yes, I saw this child he was walking home and talking to a man in front of my shop. They were arguing and the man eventual go the boy to go with him. He had Short black hair and green eyes"

No names clicked in Sora's head as he thought about what the woman had said. "What street did he go down?" He finally asked, his heart healing from where it had long since sleep. Hope.

"In the Kiyosumi District, just somewhere there, it was too dark for me to see." The woman excused her self inside as Sora shook his head. Toby was talking to a stranger? Why didn't he seem surprised? When he grabbed his brother, he was going to knock sense into the child's thick skull - after he reclaimed the child.

Yuki and Shuichi returned home after Sora showing that they had little evidence to show.

"Well at least we narrowed our search to Kiyosumi District" Shuichi piped in and the two other hen sighed. it was still a dig area but not as big at Tokyo that they had to search to find the child. Though in Yuki's heart he feared the boy to be in pain or dead.

Toby yelped as he did some first aid , if limited, he had no clue on what he were doing. He ripped some cloth, and soon his wrist was bound to hold the brake together. Hiro had taught him, when he insistent on taking a first aid class. Every time Toby learn how to deal with a broke bone or something else, Toby stood up on his shaky legs, walking towards the door.

Toby went to the bathroom, then turned the shower on. It was cleaning his body of all the evil things that they were doing to his body. Toby cleaned his hair and Body before getting out and drying off before leaving the room on his hand and knees.

Taking a few sips from his water, Toby crawled towards the living room, staring around to understand his location better, hand attached to his chest so it didn't become his will to put his weight against it in movement. Sechi chuckled at his predicament, running his hands through Toby's hair as he reached into his pocket, pulling out Toby's cell phone. "People are starting to fear your death, Toby." He remarked. "Call your family up and tell them you're okay, no more, no less." He ruffled Toby's hair, putting the tangled knots everywhere before he reached towards the coffee table to brush the knots out.

Fiddling with the cell phone, Toby placed it to his ear, staring at the two as it started ringing, praying that some one would actually be home. Upon receiving the message that they weren't there, smiling brightly he masked his worried voice as he spoke in a haunted, cheerful voice that all was okay, he would be staying with a friend out of the city for the weekend.

Toby didn't want to eat the discussing food they left for him. He was breaking so many of his food laws. Finally, his stomach won the battle as he crawled towards the meal, staring at the sandwich curiously before lowering his head to eat it