Author's Note 1: We have a case of the "We're sorry that we aren't sorry"'s.

Author's Note 2:

Warnings: Abuse, alcohol, cursing, gore, non-con, and yaoi (boyxboy) It's 'M' for a reason~!

Disclaimer: We do not own Durarara! If we did it would be awful….. please no.

"Three-hundred..twenty-seven, three-hundred twenty-eight, three-hundred twenty-nine, three-hundred for-forty—t-three-hundred thirty..."

"four…" Of course he knew it was unlikely that he would ever make it to such a number due to his dwindling attention span only allowing his concentration for so long. But it couldn't hurt to try.

"F-four..no, three… "

Though, at every try, at some point he stumbled over with his words or got distracted cleaning cloudy glasses- How in the world did they always get so cloudy? He tried his best to keep them from getting dirty or damaged but never noticed when they did.

Failing to remember the last number he'd voiced aloud he was forced to start over. "One, two, three, four, five, six..."

Counting kept him occupied for the most part, but couldn't employ his attention forever and before he'd have to find something else to do. The boy shivered at the frigid temperature of his room. Why was there a need to occupy his time with counting anyway? His homework already did enough of that.

Speaking of which, had he finished his homework for today?

Of course he had, there was no way Tsugaru would have let him out of the house to go out with Erika if he hadn't.

A small smile tugged at his lips. Despite the fact that the otaku was even more strange and loud outside of school and forced him out of his comfort zone to whisk him off to the "Erika-centric" hotspots the city had to offer. Today's adventure was fun. He'd forgotten their adventure initially had been intended to merely search for a new phone. Though what they actually did included little of the original plan. The hours had flown by and before he knew it, Erika had to meet up with her friends and leave.

'Had she made it there okay?'

Tsuki regretted not going with her. He should have taken her home to make sure she got there safely, there were scary people on the trains sometimes. Maybe he should call her, just to make sure.

His hand instinctively went to his side where his messenger bag normally hung. He met with only the chilled fabric of his slacks. Brows twisted in confusion, the bespectacled teen tried again on the other side. However his hand never met the expected rough material of his shoulder bag, merely the side of his clothed thigh.

He began to panic, hands anxiously patting over his person.

Where was his bag?!

It should have been right next to him, he couldn't remember taking it off when he came in. He blinked as he scoured his room for his parcel. When had it gotten so dark in his room? He couldn't see a thing.

The atmosphere of the room left the thin hairs on the back of his neck and arms standing on edge. Dragging his feet across the floor that was unusually solid for the carpeting of his room he reached out cautiously not to bump into something to find the light switch. His hands unexpectedly met with rough and cold walls that were too closed in for comfort . His heartbeat sped up, patting his surroundings cautiously. These weren't his walls or his bed. None of this felt familiar in the slightest.

Where was he?

It felt cold and desolate, the exact opposite of his house. His mind was blank.

What happened… Where was he?

Tsukishima was painfully aware of how careless and forgetful he could get, but this was definitely one of his worst cases. Usually he would find himself in some random shop in an unrecognizable part of the city he had never been, but coming too in a dark room was not normal. He just needed to remember and sort things out so he could get back home. That was, if he ever would.

The silence was deafening and made his stomach flip uneasily. He needed to remember, fast. "Think Tsukishima, think!" He clutched at his hair, trying to remember what happened. What happened after he left Erika?

He had walked to a random park with a turtle sculpture holding a sign at the entry. Pigeons wattled passed him as he sat on the park bench. They're beady little eyes were too adorable he had to stop and feed them the leftover roll in his bag. When he left he didn't have the heart to ask anyone for directions, his shyness getting the better of him. Streets. Signs. None of it made sense and his head spun at trying to map the city out on his own.

He had taken the wrong train, or he thought so, the scenery outside of the windows was unlike that of his neighborhood.

And then… He walked.

'Walked where?'

Somewhere unfamiliar.

He didn't feel safe in the new place he had landed himself in, but he dared not to stop. He didn't know who or what lurked in the shadows.

Soon, after what felt like hours of wandering, there were seagulls and water. Crates and… people. They had guns and were searching for him.

'Why did they have guns?' He didn't know why, but he knew they had been scary. They found him and then everything turned into darkness.

Then he woke up... to red.

Red eyes.

A man with red eyes, and pitch black hair perched on wooden boxes. He was much smaller than him but held the air of power. He smelled funny, like something he couldn't quite put his finger on. What he did know was that it had made him anxious, his senses were telling him to stay away. Warning signs flashed in his brain. That man was dangerous, underneath those calm blood-red eyes was something indiscernible.

He shot up from the bunk when the gravity of his situation sunk in fully.

"No, oh no, nonononono!"

This was not his room, not at all. He'd never even made it home, he had just deluded himself into believing he was! He'd been huddled up on the bedding of the cot against the void of warmth walls, petrified in the same position from his admittance to the containment cell.

No light shone from under the metal door- the only exit in the claustrophobic room- pitching it into complete darkness. Everything was deathly quiet save for his own heavy breathing and whimpers. He felt like he was going to throw up, his stomach turning and twisting in pure panic. His heart beat sporadically and his breathing erratic. His throat was constricting, he felt like he was suffocating by nothing more than the enclosed space around him, making it harder and harder to breathe. He really didn't like this place, wherever it was.

"Ha-hah, n-no… I-I- sto-"

When he had first been released into the room some time ago, he could down the pang of fear like a cup of disgusting cherry flavored cough syrup but the sickness was slowly sinking back in. Time in the room was obscure to him, and assessing it was beyond Tsukishima's capabilities. He could have been in here for days for all he knew!

Did anyone notice he was missing?

Why were his captors keeping him in this room?

He had been telling the truth about everything he had told them, so why wouldn't they just let him go? It had been a while since he had been in here—he couldn't even tell. Maybe they forget about him or were they intentionally leaving him here to rot in this room?

He pressed his face into the cold brick of the wall, breath unsteady. His head was rushing too fast.

Stop.

He needed it to stop.

Boom!

The blond perked up sitting up from the cot out of his reverie. He thought he heard something outside. His heart was still beating wildly in his chest.

Was someone out there?

Feeling over the wall until his fingers felt a smooth metallic door, he pressed his ear up against it in spite of the freezing in hopes to hear better.

Tsuki blinked. He heard nothing. Was it his imagination?

His trembling voice was hesitant. "H-hello?"

He banged on the door fervently. The echo ricocheting off the suffocating tightness around him.

"Is anyone out there!?"

There was no response.

"If anyones there… I-I can't tell you anything you want to-to hear, 'cau-cause I really don't know anything. Just let me out, please. I need out, 's so dark… I-I c-can't see anything." His eyes searched.

For what? He didn't know.

The only thing he could see was pitch blackness. Every second longer he sat in the room, he felt heavier and heavier, limbs full of lead. It was as if he was inhaling the thick darkness into his lungs, weighing him down as if a mound of rocks were lodging in his chest.

'no, someone has to be out there. They have to be!' He told himself hopefully. They would come let him out, and he didn't need to be in this room any longer.

"Why are you ignoring m-me? Don't leave me alone in here!" His bottom lip trembled as he felt his cheeks wetten, tears sliding down his face. "Why won't you say something?" He asked desperately at the nonexistent person on the other side.

Anyone would do, He just didn't want to be alone anymore.

"..."

"Please… say som-something." The males frame slid down the door and onto the floor as he began to sob.

"..."

"No, no no nononono.." Tsukishima balled his fists into his eyes trying to will away the tears. This wasn't happening! Yet here he was, in a deathly quiet closet of a room hunched on the floor crying.

He gave up. Hands fumbling over the icy surface of the concrete as he blindly navigate his way back to the makeshift cot on the wall adjacent to the door. He heaved onto it and curled into himself, attempting to preserve as much heat in the diminishing temperature of the cell.

The space felt so empty.

He hated the dark.

He felt exposed, despite the room being tightly sealed; shut off to anyone. The blond couldn't see and he didn't know if he was alone or where the monsters lurked. He could feel pairs of eyes watching him, figures that he couldn't even make out in the dark dancing across the expanse, getting closer. Tsukishima couldn't see them but he felt them. He knew they were there. He wasn't alone in here. The silence was torturously deafening.

Could he even hear anymore?

"H-help me...help -hic- me." Fingers tugged at his scarf, trying to gather his breath. Tsuki wasn't sure if he was shaking from the cold or from the fear of the unknown.

"Someone please, help m-me…"

"P-please… Sa-save me! I don't wanna be here any-anymore..." He wailed. The well inside him is overfilling and erupting out of him. Tsuki couldn't take it anymore; he needed out! His breath came out choked and sputtered. A ringing in his head was growing.

The blotchy characters hesitated just barely out of his visions reach until he looked away. The shadows creeped up on him prickling his skin and thronging around him. He whimpered pathetically squeezing his stinging eyes shut and curling in on himself. The prickling fear made him tense up, immobilizing him at the same time.

"N-no." He choked out.

They were coming closer. Closer.

"No!"

He couldn't stop them, they were going to eat him alive! Trying to swat away their inexistent touches as they reached out. The ringing in his ears was getting louder, buzzing infuriatingly loud inside his ears.

Tsuki laid on the cot, trying to snuff out his sobs with the white material, but his cries still echoed throughout the closet. No one was going to come for him. He'd spend the rest of however long in the dark; alone.

He sniffled, crying even harder at the thought of never seeing his family again. The scarf's fabric seams strained in protest at the tense grip pulling at it.

In that instant the metal door clattered open, banging against the wall, shaking the whole room and enveloping it with a dreary light. His retinas burned at the slightest exposure to light, blinding to the complete darkness he found himself in.

Tsuki cracked his eyes, unable to stare directly into the light that flooded in.

'Someone actually came for me!'

His salvation.

He squinted, wanting to see the silhouette of his savior. He wasn't in the dark anymore; he wasn't alone, someone had come for him!

Roppi stumbled uneasily out from the dark secrecy of what the shadows of that alley hid in its depths. His breath was labored and he paused at the corner where the alley met the main street to steady himself and assess his location. He wasn't far from the warehouse. If he walked without stopping he'd be there faster than he could say… shit, what could he say that would take thirty or so minutes to recite?

His mind was clouded and he couldn't think straight and for some reason that pissed him off. 'Because you're drunk dipshit' a rude voice in the back of his thoughts reminded him.

"Good point." He couldn't help but slur in response.

Pushing off the wall he was resting against, he walked down a dimly lit street as if nothing in the slightest had just gone down in that alley.

No blood was shed between those narrow whitewashed and gray cement walls. His clothes were not splattered with the red substance and the reek of blood was not present. And his night wasn't fucking ruined by some piece of shit scum who didn't know when to keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself.

Or had that been him?

Was that shit-for-brains old bastard so desperate and pissy to send some pathetic excuse for a hitman to try and snuff him out? That damn bag of bones didn't even know who he was messing with, he should know better not to play games with the one who dealt the cards. But even so the idiot took a chance and the outcome was soiled clothes, likely bruised body and some dead pompous ass wasting space in an unnamable backstreet.

"Disgusting." He spat onto the ground, dried lips pulled back in contempt. He continued drunkenly shuffling along, feet barely leaving the pavement for a few blocks before he was forced to stop.

A persistent pressure clenched against his lower abdomen feeling full to capacity to the point that it hurt.

"Fuck..."

He really had to fuckin' pee. If he held it any longer he was positive his bladder would rupture. How had he not noticed before? Granted he had been previously occupied with whatever his face's name was, and well, punching it, and had obviously got too caught up in that moment to realize he was about to burst.

Fuck, it hurt!

Shuffling towards the nearest wall that wasn't in direct sight of any unlucky pedestrians who happened to still be out. Roppi unzipped his pants frantically, bouncing them lower on his hips, mumbling slurs of bloody death when the fly got stuck. Leaning his weight against the wall with his left arm as he relieved himself. The raven's head lolled to the side in relief, craned back to look at the gray clouds still shrouding the sky like a smog. Stuck staring dumbly at the sky, he briefly registered a liquid warm and wet on his palm, dripping down his fingers onto the concrete.

"Ughfuck, god..nn. Damnit…" He said with a disgruntled huff. His face felt extremely hot, but he couldn't understand exactly why he gave a reaction to the wet warmth on his hand. However, his face twisted like he had tasted something sour at the sight. He stared blankly at the hand for a good few minutes before shaking the liquid off and wiping it onto the wall.

Fishing his phone from his pocket with his not-piss-covered hand and swiping a finger across the screen to check the time. He wasn't disappointed. It was 2:28 in the morning. Hopefully anyone loitering at the warehouse tonight would be gone or would just fuck off and he make it in without any unnecessary bitching.

As he stared at the screen in thought a drop of water fell onto his thumb and then another landing on the brightly lit screen. He looked up. It had begun to rain, the sky now completely obscured by thick dark clouds accompanied by the crackling of thunder in the distance. With a sigh of contentment he shrugged his fur trimmed hood on to shield himself from the rain. This walk had better be quick, he hated the rain. Always made him look like a drowned cat.

'Just my luck.' Roppi thought almost morbidly joyful, barely catching himself from tripping on his own feet. He was about as graceful as a drugged elephant. Hopefully the rain would wash away any evidence of his being in the soon to be crime scene.

That last swig of that drink he had downed hadn't made his already drunken state any better, on the contrary, his head felt fuzzy and his thoughts were jumbled and disjointed. Everything seemed to move slower than his expectations, or maybe it was his own delayed stimulation to his senses.

In this state of intoxication he had concluded that he thoroughly despised the captive who was so weak and pathetic. Hate was the only logical reason for why he'd had been thinking about the bespectacled boy non-stop since he left that forsaken room. Everything was the bashful little crap's fault. It was that idiot's fault his head hurt so much in the first place. It was his fault he got drunk, and so it was ultimately his fault he had to kill that fucker too.

His temples hurt to think that the guy had something over him. That he, out of the millions of people in Japan, could make Hachimenroppi feel even a sliver of anything.

'Even if Heiwajima was the weak one he made up for it by making me feel like shit. By making me feel pityor whatever the hell it's calledthe little fucker probably prides himself in the fact that he wasn't the only one who was weak. That in some way, somehow... he had won this little game over me. The bitch is probably reveling in the fact that he got to me. Dammit...'

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

The raven grit his teeth as he visualized the blond male smirking smugly to himself thinking that he had made some kind of achievement. He was not fragile like that red eyed amoeba! He felt a surge of hot rage as he kicked at an innocent streetlamp that was in the vicinity. He hissed at the pain in his foot, stumbling back stupidly before regaining his balance.

"He will pay! That piece of shit will pay for making me feel like a fool!"

His stride quickened into an angered struts, but his intoxicated state didn't help any, his steps wobbly and feet more than once almost catching on each other. He focused his gaze on the slick asphalt passing under him so he wouldn't fall flat on his face because he hadn't looked where he was going. By now the rain was pouring down harder, pelting the cement and making it increasingly difficult to his coat would be soaked through, but he couldn't care less. His mind was elsewhere.

'Fuck! Get out of my head already!'

He struggled to make his feet come to a stop and make his body cooperate as he approached the door at the back of the warehouse quicker than anticipated. Grabbing his keys he unlocked the hidden back entrance, not wanting to deal with the security measures at the front.

Roppi entered with a loud thud as he slammed against the cement surface of the opposing wall. He'd miscalculated the force, putting all his weight on the door and forgetting to let go of the heavy door's handle and following its trajectory. His face collided with the edge of the door, smacking him dead center of his forehead. The whiplash that occurred afterwards did nothing for his still painfully sore backside.

"Ow! Fucking shit! Aghh!" He growled at the misfortune he suffered from, leaning his body weight against the wall, too frustrated to even attempt at walking at the moment. He stayed in that position for a while until he heard the rolling sounds of the skies above begin to rumble the earth.

The white noise of pounding rain entered the deathly quiet warehouse with his arrival. He splayed immobile on the concrete longer than he would have liked, but the throbbing of his skull and the violently spinning scenery kept him grounded to the floor.

Huddling up against the wall for support he made his way to the main corridor to get to his beloved room and shuffle into the soft sheets of his bed and let the alcohol pull him under and forget everything tonight.

'Ahh… that sounds fucking heav—' He didn't get the chance to finish his thought as he heard a wet sobbing sound come from the opposite end of the hall.

Unresolved anger coursed through his veins. Roppi's jaw clenched at the already familiar hiccups.

'God dammit! He's fucking crying, AGAIN!'

Not even second thinking his actions, he stomped over to a wide gray door ready to beat the shit out of who he knew was inside. His heart pounded in his irate state, keys already in hand and in the keyhole to unlock the door when he heard the blond cry out.

"P-please… Sa-save me! I don't wanna be here any-anymore..." Heiwajima pleaded, his cry hushed and muffled, voice cracking as he sobbed into a damp, twisted scarf.

Those simple words hadn't been intended for his ears and to someone else they likely held no meaning, but came all too familiar to Roppi. Unwanted images intruded into his intoxicated mind at the pleading sentence. Memories he had buried from his consciousness a long time ago scurried to the surface like a deranged animal attacking his mind with things he didn't want to remember.

'I have to make it stop!'

He made the mistake of closing his eyes to try to rid himself of reality. But that face, the horrifying one from his nightmares, invaded his mind. He quickly reopened his eyes but he could still see the cold lust filled stone gray eyes that shone with anticipation and want. Desire. Even now he could feel the disgusting burn those other hands left on him, his body trembling at the feeling welling in his stomach.

'Don't touch me!'

He gripped his arms to try and will away the trembling. Fingernails dig into fabric covered flesh. He barely felt it, mind overflowing with fear… and anger. He could still hear the blonds muffled cries echoing on the cold cement, sounding just like before.

'Save you!? No one can save you but yourself! But you're too fucking naive and pathetic to do even that.' He told himself, reality mixing with delusion as his anger twisted and distorted his mind.

Eyesight tunneling red with rage, he slammed the door open, shocking the weeping blond. As soon as his eyes met the captives the burning hatred and anger flared.

'Those eyes are just like mine were… so sad, pathetic and weak! I hate them! I hate you, I hate you, I ABHOR YOU! Stop looking at me with my eyes!' his mind raced with delirium.

He didn't like it here. The room was uncannily familiar with its dirty concrete walls and lack of windows. Suffocating. He wanted to teach the sulking little shit a lesson of a lifetime, but he needed out of the forsaken hole in the wall. This room made him feel like he was choking. He had to make it stop, had to go somewhere safe. Had to go somewhere he held control.

Then he'd show him.

He will show Heiwajima what fear truly felt like.

…..

Carnelian eyes finally adjusted to the shift in light, wide eyed in shock of what was in front of him. The small spark of hope that had ignited it in his chest was snuffed to oblivion at the scene in front of him. The daunting raven man from the interrogation heaved ragged breaths, threatening blood pools centered on him from the threshold.

He looked furious. For whatever reason, he didn't know, but the man focused his wrath on him.

Tsukishima snapped up from his lying position on the bed, mouth wide in terror at the sight of the raven.

"S-stay away!"

The blond put his arms up over his head defensively, scuttling away as best he could, but only made it easier for Hachimenroppi to grab him by his forearms, snatched his scarf off and wrapped his wrists. Quickly, he was torn off the cot, hitting the floor harder than a sack of flour.

"Aaghh!" He cried out from the sudden burst of pain in his rear.

"Ple- I'm so-sorr-SORRY! D-DON'T HURT ME!" Tsuki begged, while he was being dragged down the hall by his arms and scarf. Tsuki struggled against the cruel pulls of his wrists over his head, but only amounted to the man tightening his grip painfully.

Hachimenroppi was seething in anger, grabbing at any part he could reach of Tsuki. "I'll show you what happens when you're too weak, too naive!" He slurred angrily under his breath, Tsuki barely managed to hear him over the sounds of his protests ricocheting on the stone walls.

"N-NO PLEASE! Awk—STOP!"

The man pulled him to his unsturdy feet, cold fingers grabbed him by the throat, just under his jaw, slamming him into the wall with such force his skull smacked against the concrete and his vision went black for a second. He choked on air, staring silently in the others burning vermillion eyes.

"Don't. You. Fucking. Move." Roppi growled slowly, squeezing harder over his windpipe with each word as emphasis. "...Or I'll snap your goddamn neck."

He couldn't even respond, clawing at the man's wrist and struggling for air. His legs kicked out frantically to release him, but that did nothing to deter the man.

In the next second the terrifying raven was gone. With nothing to support him he slipped to the floor limply. He choked in air greedily, oxygen burning the expanse of his lungs with each mouth full, his vision blurry and eyes watering. There was clinking and grunting but he couldn't register what it was, rooted to his spot close to hyperventilating. A flash of red slammed open with a booming 'CLANG!' against the opposing wall.

He tried dodging the man's approaching hands but his struggle was futile—Roppi reflexes being quicker— earning him a fist flying at his face. He registered the pain before he saw it coming. It hit him full force and his head flew back then jerked forward when he was wrenched by his shirt.

His eye barely managed to catch up with the scene playing out in front of him as his body was being dragged again. Hachimenroppi's grip was so strong. As much as he fought against the iron grip pulling him this way and that,Tsuki's efforts were for not, his senses too muddled to make out up from down or right from left. The hold on him tightened the more he struggled.

He couldn't get away.

He had to get away!

The carpal bones in his wrist ached from the pressure. His attempts to pull away and escape were useless as he was tossed into the room like a rag doll, landing with a tousled roll on the cold cement floor. His battered glasses flew from his face from impact and clattered on the floor somewhere in the dark. His sight became nothing but a faded blur with the loss of his spectacles, causing his panic to overflow when he couldn't make out where his attacker was with the added vertigo plaguing him.

Fear flooded his senses. His mind went a mile a minute that couldn't keep up. Where had he taken him? His eyes darted around with fervency. What did he want? Why was he hurting him? The charcoaled colored walls were shaking and jerking around. Everything was moving too fast. He tried to scramble away or find some distance between himself and where he thought Hachimenroppi to be. But his limbs refused to listen, nearly frozen from the fear of his captor.

It was so dark, But he finally caught movement in his peripheral vision. His eyes darted towards the shadowed silhouette. The only thing he could make out in the starkness were blood red eyes burned into him from above. They were so bright in the somber room. Eyes with killing intent. Eyes that wanted him… they wanted to hurt him.

Looking up he faintly saw Hachimenroppi's contrastingly pale hands lock the array of locks on the door with practiced speed behind himself, a tight smile on his lips, bright eyes flashing from under raven locks. His captor looked miserable, happy and angry simultaneously. As if the older man couldn't decide which emotion he was truly feeling.

The carmine eyed male slowly walked closer to Tsuki, making his breath halt in anxiety. With every step he was coming closer.

"N-no… get away!" He didn't want this. Tsukishima busily scooted backwards, only for his back to bump into something solid and sturdy. "Please just… Get away from me!"

He covered his face as a foot connected with his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs. He crumpled to the floor, ragged coughs shaking his frame with rabid convulsions. Before he could even think about getting up he was seized up by his hair. Bony fingers and sharp nails digging their way through his scalp.

"How could anyone be so feeble, so powerless, so stupid!?" Roppi sneered in disgusted at the sight before him. "I don't get it Heiwajima-kun, shouldn't you want to become strong, so nobody can harm you? What could you possibly achieve from being the way you are: a sniveling little bitch who almost got himself killed."

Roppi looked down at him with eyes filled only with the heat of hatred, lips curled in pure revulsion. "You are so helpless it makes me want to fucking gag."

Roppi threw him back to the floor and straddled Tsuki's stomach, his fist immediately meeting with the male's jaw before he could even think of defending himself. Raw knuckles repeatedly struck him, over and over, the sound of sickening cartilage, choked gasps and disappointed hums of disapproval filled the room. Obviously the man hadn't gotten the response he wanted.

"Fucking fight back!" His attacker growled above him. All Tsukishima could do was snivel in response, blasts of light spotted his vision like fireworks from being hit so many times making his mind go dizzy with each rattle of his brain.

When the cruel fist halted above the raven haired man's head, knuckles split open and red, all Tsuki could do was stare and await the next hit. However it never came, merely cold digits gripped his bruised jaw, forcing their eyes to meet.

His lips trembled as he forced himself from making any noise, only allowing himself to breathe heavily through the blood gushing out of his nose to contain himself the best he could. The prominent stench of alcohol burned his eyes and flared in his nostrils at the close proximity of the intoxicated man bearing down on him. He wanted to look away, anywhere but those eyes, but his frightened gaze was glued to the constant conflagration inside those irises inches away from his.

"Even now that I'm forcing you into a corner and Immobilizing you, you're reluctant to use force to fend me off. Do you have no sense of self preservation or are you just brain dead?!" The hand locked onto Tsuki's jaw disappeared in the pocket of his fur jacket to surface back gripping a switchblade.

"Here…" He quickly flipped it open with a swift flick of a thin wrist, sleek metal blade glimmering slightly. Planting the heavy blade into Tsuki's palm, Roppi resumed. "let me give you a hand."

Guiding it to his chest, right over his heart slowly slicing through dark and soiled fabric with the sharpened tip of the blade to the middle of his diaphragm, leaving a budding streak of red in its path.

"I'll give you the chance to end this now. Stop it before it begins. If you want to stop this, stop it yourself. Show me that you can be strong enough to defend yourself… To stay alive," Hachimenroppi said.

A demented smile stretched his lips, his eyes completely unreadable. Tsukishima looked back and forth from his hand to Roppi, mouth hanging open in consternation. The bile in his stomach threatened to seize up his throat at the thought. He violently shook his head, too shocked to speak. He couldn't believe what the crazed man was indicating to him! He could never hurt another human, not even someone threatening to kill him!

"all you have to do is…"

The mad man looked down to the blade, pressing it harder against his midsection. A thick trickle of blood collecting at the tip of the knife.

"Stop me."

An outright feral smile carved into the man's face as he laughed like it was the most amusing thing he had seen, he forced the blade in the blond's trembling hands to his unprotected skin. "Just stop me, with your own hands."

The smaller, bony hand covering his own pressed the metal down harder into his flesh and dragged it down torturously slow. Pale white gave way to a deep color trickling down. The blond's stomach did a nauseating lurch at the sight of the blood. He breathed shallowly, threatening to dry heave at the sickening feeling in his gut.

The raven threw his head back in hysterical laughter at his response, then abruptly stopped to look at him. He inched away from the man but Roppi quickly grabbed hold of his chin in yet another bruising hold, forcing him to look straight into his cold lifeless eyes. Eyes of an empty abyss of blood, hollow, dazed as if they were looking right through him.

The raven's emotions flipped like a switch without warning.

"Why? why won't you stop me, inflict pain on me to protect yourself? What's binding you from fighting back?" Roppi's voice was sickly sweet, as if he hadn't just been screaming at him. No signs of his foregoing anger present.

Hachimenroppi's milky white fingers snaked through Tsuki's hair in uncharacteristic affection, making Tsuki flinch away unsure. The fingers in his hair slowly started petting his honey locks, confusing Tsuki further. Should he still fear him? Will he be okay if he just laid there?

"DON'T JUST FUCKING LAY THERE AND STARE AT ME!" The criminal exploded in a fit of rage. Those hands, that just moments ago were so gentle, started to tear at his hair. At this point, any resolve or hesitation Hachimenroppi had felt before was shattered by the alcohol that impaired his judgment to think logically.

"You just don't get it, do you Heiwajima-kun? You're too sheltered by mommy and daddy and too fucking stupid to face reality! You don't understand the gravity of the consequences of your own idiotic actions or the importance of defending yourself! What if I inflicted more pain on you, what would you do, hmm!?"

"I-I'm sor-!" His captor lifted his head merely to slam it on the ground under him. Surrounding impact caused his ears to ring out and he gasped out in pain.

"I'll show you what happens when you're not strong enough to fight back. I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget. I gave you a warning and a chance to leave, but you refused. So this is what happens. This was your decision!"

"Wai- Ah! No-gahah- stop!" He cried when Roppi skillfully retrieved the flick blade from his quivering hands, moving to slide the knife down along his covered chest

"Hmm, what should I break first? Maybe some of your ribs or a kneecap, that sounds like fun!" The raven slowly glided his wielded right hand behind him to the blond's thigh, caressing the blade down to his knee while slicing through his pants and piercing into his skin. Roppi's other hand was still occupying Tsuki's head, fingers clenched tightly in his hair and his thumb rubbing circles on a bruised cheek.

"Your skin so soft… but cha'know what they say, soft skin bruises oh-so easily."

This man…looked so small and tiny, but hovering over him was a monster. On top of him, clawing at his skin, bruising him, torturing him like a deranged demon enticed by pain. It hurt. Blood was running down the intensity of heightened nerves like needles so slowly he could count the drips. Hachimenroppi was so much stronger and dangerous than he would have ever expected. No matter how hard he clenched his teeth, Tsukis cries still seeped out and that only encouraged the other to slice deeper.

This was not the same person he had seen before. This was something different. This was terrifying.

Before his eyes could catch up, expeditious arms suddenly clutched onto his, pinning them to the sides of his head. Tsukishima struggled to wiggle out of the iron grip. Vermillion met petrified crimson as his captor leaned forward breaking the bounds of comfort, Tsuki tried to look for any signs of rationality in those frightening features, praying there was still some reasoning with the man.

"Ahhahh! Sto-stop! Please! I-I'm sorry! I'm sor- it hurts!"

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT REAL PAIN IS!" The raven shouted with an insane grin on his face. Repositioning the blade mid-air in his hand, he slammed his knife into Tsuki's shoulder(describe more), twisting it inside slowly. "But if you'd like, I'll show you."

"AHHHH-NGH!"

Tsuki screamed so loud his voice cracked, every sound cut off in his throat and he was left rasping for air he couldn't find. Everything turned white for a second as the searing pain hit him like a wave. Tsukishima had felt every inch of the blade splitting open his skin and cutting into bones until it reached the floor beneath him. It wasn't difficult to believe he felt his heart nearly brush off the sharpest edge at how hard it was beating. Stalling his movements, muscles spasming and twitching in agony and tears stung his eyes with a vengeance as they streamed down his face. Chest heaving, needingly gulping in air, before it was muffled by Roppi's hand over his mouth.

The onyx hair of the male came back into view and he leaned in, nose to nose as he looked deep into his tear drenched eyes, a malicious smile cracking dangerously across his features at the view.

"You don't get to scream." He whispered as if Tsuki's screams titillated him to no end. Giving a chaste kiss on top of his own hand where Tsuki's lips would have been, Roppi moved away, looking down at the state of his own shirt, as if he hadn't realized he sliced aholethrough the middle. Seemingly irritated, Roppi ripped it all the way through exposing the slice he'd made tsuki make across his skin to full light.

A whimper slipped past the boy's lips. He didn't want to hurt someone, not even Hachimenroppi. He refused to inflict pain on another and make them suffer. He could never bring himself to do something like that. He could never harm another human being.

Prostration from the switchblade in his shoulder overtook Tsuki's efforts to fight back. He just wanted it to end…

He wanted this to stop. He wanted it to be a bad dream. He wanted his brother Tsugaru to come into his room, wake him up and calm him down, tell him soothing words that lulled him back into a sweet slumber like he did when he was younger. When he had a bad dream, Tsugaru would be there, right next to him, telling him that he was just having a nightmare, that everything was okay...

"You're fine now Tsukishima, it was nothing more than a bad dream. I'm right here with y"

"DOES IT HURT ENOUGH YET HEIWAJIMA-KUN!?"

His nightmare interrupted his blissful daydream, reminding him where he truly was and how terrible the whole situation had become. Groggy eyelids fluttered open to search for the source of that grating voice; a complete contrasting the after echoes of Tsugaru's calmingly baritone speaking.

"ARE YOU GOING TO FIGHT BACK!?" Hachimenroppi shook him with each word, causing Tsuki to hiss at the agonizing palpitations it sent to his laceration. It hurt so much, but he could no longer conjure up strength to resist his assailant's desires. He just wanted to go back to his dream and stay there…

"FIGHT BACK! FIGHT ME!" Roppi demanded.

Tsukishima's head was wrenched to the left from the heavy fisted slap. He kept his eyes closed as his head naturally pulled back to its previous position look up at the man glaring down at him. Maybe if he got hit enough he'd slip into unconsciousness. Then he wouldn't have to feel or think… just sleep.

"Everything will be alright."

But everything was not okay… This wasn't just a bad dream he could wake up from at some point. It was his reality. The here and now that was occurring around his still body. Of course he wanted it to stop, he would give anything to be saved from this twisted turn of events. But he knew that wouldn't happen. It was just as the raven had said, if he wanted it to stop he'd have to do it himself. However he no longer had the strength to open his eyes let alone fight off his insane attacker..

The sound of clinking belt buckle startled the blond male out of his trance, pumping a fresh batch of adrenaline through his veins, contradicting his previous thought. His belt had already been discarded along with his pants halfway across the room. His brain —for once— worked faster than he could react to. He opened his eyes wide in terror when it became clear to him just what was happening.

"No! I DON'T WANT THIS! STOP! PLEASE, PLE-AHK-ASE, S-STOP IT, NO NO NO!'"

He screamed, Tears flooding his face as he silently choked on oxygen and his own tears.

Roppi tugged viciously at his pants, black jeans sliding down his hips to show soaked maroon boxers.

"THEN STOP ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He spit, reaching a hand down his own boxers slowly.

"To live is to kill, devour, and exploit life. Putting your life before other life forms and using them to pave the way is the key to existing . You're not even alive, you're just a moving corpse. You're pathetic, and soon someone will walk all over you and use you and eventually drag you down with them or just kill you off."

"No..."

Tsuki laid on the cold floor, breath ragged. He couldn't do it. His back burned from rubbing against the rough ground. He refused to put his hands on this man. He wouldn't hurt anyone,he could never hurt anyone. He took a deep shaky breath. He would never hurt another human. It only brought more pain than what was already inflicted on him and letting himself do it meant that he had given up. given into those emotions.

There was nothing he could do without breaking his own set of life rules as his captor sucked and bit down his chest slowly moving down to his navel. Even if it was at the cost of his own safety, his own virtue, he could not and would not inflict that pain on someone else. Tsukishima took another deep breath growing limp in Roppi's rough grasp.

Roppi noticed the blond had stopped resisting and lifted his head to meet calmer red irises. "Why aren't you struggling, are you just going to give in!?" His mood doing a complete 180 from happy to pissed the fuck off. Roppi didn't understand. He looked into Tsuki's tear reddened scleras. Shock flowed through Roppi at what he saw in the male's eyes: acceptance.

"WHY WON'T YOU FIGHT BACK? WHY WON'T YOU STOP ME!? ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE UP JUST LIKE THAT?!" Roppi spat at the taller male underneath him. "WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK? YOU'RE SO FUCKING WEAK I CAN'T STAND IT!"

"I ca-c-c-c-can't." The boy's lips trembled when he looked up at Roppi. "I d-don't want to… I won't hurt you."

"So you're just going to roll over and let it happen like some whore?! Do you not care for your own well being? Just because you 'don't want to hurt me' you'll sit there and take it!?" Roppi spit, body shaking from disbelieving laughter. "Hahaha.. Do you pity me that much? How could you even pity someone like me so much? You don't even know me!"

Without him even noticing, the raven's eyes had begun to water. Before Roppi could try to conceal them, tears had fallen from his eyes. His anger began to bubble out as the waves of tears fled down his face.

"You don't want to hurt me? Look what I've done to you! You think you can hurt me?"

The room was now quiet other than the small choking sounds and noises the raven made as he tried to regain his composure. The once vicious smirk upon the raven's face soon faded into a deeply displeased scowl.

Frozen stiff, Tsuki was afraid that if he moved even the slightest bit, the older man hovering above him would flare up in rage again. There was a long pause before Roppi made to move again.

"Why? Why can't you just be strong so no one can ever hurt you..? The weak will only ever be walked over, hurt and taken advantage of by others. Being weak only brings pain and suffering." At the last words his chest tightened painfully, almost to the point where it felt as if he was under water. "So, why..?"

Tsuki wasn't sure what to say. Did he want him to struggle? Wouldn't he want him to stop fighting?

"Ple-please, st-stop this….." Tsuki whispered, not wanting to see the raven cry anymore. It was beyond unnerving in his specific situation. He wasn't sure what Roppi wanted from him but he knew he didn't want to see his face drenched in tears. He hated sadness and suffering, not even someone as twisted as Hachimenroppi deserved that, but tsuki could see he obviously was.

Taking in a shaky breath he held it in, waiting for the male atop him to make a move. The raven slumped his shoulders, head bowed. Silky black locks covered his blood-red eye's as he exhaled loudly.

"Do you feel violated enough yet? All because you couldn't save yourself. You were too weak. So fucking powerless. Why? Why is this happening? What did you do wrong..? This isn't your fault.. It was never your fault..." Roppi's shoulders shook as he trailed off, voice coming out in slur of hiccups, obviously from his intoxication. In a matter of seconds, the man's whole demeanor changed.

Leaning over the captive, his eyes cast in shadow, Roppi slowly untied his bound hands. As soon as the knot was loose enough the raven gently pulled the white scarf off his arms before draping it around his shoulders—away from his wound.

Tsuki looked up at his attacker in perplexity, was he supposed to answer the man's questions? 'That would probably just make him angry again...' The captive concluded, not saying anything would be for the best.

"Why? Why..?..Why..?" The man shuddered and pressed his face into the other males warmth repeating it like a mantra. "I'm just so tired…"

'Should I try to get away while he's distracted by his own thoughts?' Tsuki thought, wincing at the added weight to his chest as a throbbing burn radiated from his injuries. Watching as Roppi slowly started to drift his head onto Tsuki, quietly sobbing. The blond just laid there still as a rock, as Roppi laid his head onto his chest, wrapping his arms around Tsuki's waist embracing the warm presence underneath him.

"Why am I so wea..." Roppi didn't have the chance to finish before he drifted away into a deep alcohol induced slumber that came over him like a dark veil of night.

Light snoring filled the room, Tsuki tried to move away from the sleeping drunk, but his grip just grew tighter with each shift of his muscles. In a matter of minutes the raven had fallen asleep on top of Tsuki, pinning him down to the floor with his body weight. Tsuki was exhausted as well, his eyelids felt like lead as he blinked away his tears. The blond was still baffled by the events that have happened up till now. He didn't understand anything that was going on, it was all so confusing.

Tsukishima felt the room around him start to fade, a wave of fatigue washed over his consciousness. Roppi's cold fingers dug deeper underneath him for warmth as he pressed closer to Tsuki. He felt heavier and heavier by the passing seconds, slipping into a calm darkness.