Alright, this one is up first by request from a friend, so here it is!

Polaris18: Hmm...he might...maybe it's out of his hands, who knows? Thanks for reviewing!

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"Kanone...Kanone...what am I supposed to do?" These thoughts had been going through his head for who knows how long? He had always known of these plans, and that one day they would eventually be carried out. Still, it seemed too soon for them to go through another crisis like this one. Even though there would be no more problems for them after this, not for anyone who lived in this desolate town. The brunette sighed as he made his way through the winding halls and corridors of the giant factory that the slaves now knew as home. He didn't want to stand by and watch the one he love suffer like this, especially when he could do something about it. Doing that something, though, would mean a lot of trouble for him, and he knew his superiors wouldn't approve one bit. In the end, though, it might be worth it to see him smile.

"Narumi!" The brown head snapped up at hearing his name being called.

"What?" he asked, slightly annoyed at being disturbed from his thoughts.

"Boss says the last of the cargo is in. We're needed to help sort the damaged ones out."

Hazel eyes glared at the terms the other man was using to speak of the slaves, "Fine, let's go." he said, finally, following Rob towards the heart of the building.

The two entered an enormous room that buzzed with the energy of the monumental machines that were the veins of the factory. It was a bit loud and if you wanted to be heard, you would have to shout rather loud. Either way, when you entered the silence of another room, the buzzing would linger in your ears and drive you half crazy until it went away. Certainly not prime conditions, but since when did their boss care about the thousands of scared, confused people standing in a straight line from one wall to the other? That answer was about a million years after hell froze over and the devil got frostbite. No time soon, that was for sure.

Despite the size of the room, the slaves were packed in, some clinging to their family and friends while others simply cowered in the corner looking at the men in control with fear-ridden eyes. The ones that weren't cowering in fear were circling the frightened men, women, and children with a malicious look in their eyes. One of the more agressive slaves had had about enough and walked up to one of the men, who happened to have a whip in his hand, "What the hell is going on here?" the unknown man demanded, a glare in his brown eyes, "I was told that we were going to some kind of school or something."

The whip-holding man chuckled at this, "Well, you are. Lesson one..." he trailed off, and in one quick movement snapped the weapon in his hand across the defiant one's face, "You need to learn some manners. No speaking unless you're spoken to."

The brown-eyed man raised a hand to his cheek, mouth agape at what had just happened. It wasn't that he had never been beaten before, but certainly not for something like that.

Eyes watched the scene unfold from his position on the outside of the mass of slaves, along with Callia, Jeremy, and Josh. Jeremy was clinging to Eyes and Josh was mimicking the motion on Callia. The youngest of the four (Jeremy) looked up to Eyes, "What's going on?" he asked.

Eyes simply shook his head, "I don't know." he confessed, leaning into Callia as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "It doesn't concern us, though."

As soon as those words escaped his throat, it became their problem. The abusive man snapped his head towards the four, "Did I say anyone could talk?" he demanded.

"I don't need your permission to speak." Eyes informed him, stepping in front of his mother and the younger boys as the guy came closer.

"Looks like you all need a little lesson in respect." he growled before a figure jumped in front of him, "Alex? What the hell are you doing?"

"I'll deal with the kid, you go cool down." the man known as Alex suggested. The other was about to object when a glare was sent in his direction, "That's an order."

"Whatever." came the muttered reply.

Alex turned back towards Eyes and the others, and blue orbs widened as he recognized the bastard from yesterday, "You." he whispered, putting on a slight glare, but at the same time trying to remain indifferent to him.

"You seem to be causing all sorts of trouble." Alex commented, reaching the four. He looked down at Jeremy and smirked a bit, "Cute kid."

Jeremy retreated further behind Eyes' legs and the boy himself growled, "Keep your hands off of him."

"You know, James is right, you need to learn some respect if you want to make it around here. Not everyone will be as understanding as I am."

Eyes snorted, "Respect? Why should I have respect for any of you when you've done nothing to deserve it?" Kanone had instilled this belief deep within him and he wasn't about to go against something he believed in.

"Why shouldn't you? Until further notice, we all own you, so get comfy because you're not going anywhere."

"Why are you doing this?" Callia demanded, "What did any of us ever do to you?"

Alex shot her a glare that did little more than piss her off even more, "That is none of your concern. Valuable information is not to be wasted on the hopeless."

"Hopeless?" Eyes thought, returning the glare that was aimed at his mother, "Since when are we hopeless?"

Alex chuckled and turned away, "Well, you can't possibly have any hope that anyone will rescue you, do you? If you do, then it will be a waste. No one will miss any of you, and your owners are already convinced that they've lost you. What slave would return to a master that beats him?"

That pissed Eyes off as he took a step foward, breaking away from the crowd, "I have hope." he stated, loud enough for everyone to hear, even over the machinery, "In fact, I have complete confidence that Kanone will come for me."

"Kanone?" Alex thought the name sounded familar, but couldn't place it, "Your master, I take it?"

"My boyfriend." Eyes corrected him, "Once he realizes I haven't returned, he will come looking for me. For all of us."

A young girl of about 13 stepped up, and Eyes recognized her from Chase's, "Chase will, too." she stated with some confidence. A few others nodded in quiet agreement.

Alex smirked at the claims and laughed a little, "I really will love to see your faces when no one comes to your rescue." he said, turning once more, "Even if they do manage to find this place, any attempt to break you out would be useless."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eyes growled.

"He means if anyone comes here with the intention to rescue you, we'll shoot him where he stands." Another guard spat, tired of the silver-hiared boy already.

Eyes felt, more than heard, Jeremy gasp next to him, "They...they can't do that." he whispered, barely loud enough for Eyes to hear him over the rumble of machines.

Silver hair shook back and forth with the boy's head, "They won't." he said, confidently, "Kanone and I have been together too long and through too much for him to die." Though, everyone within earshot could tell that he was trying to convince himself of this truth as much as he was anyone else, "Nothing will tear us apart." he told himself, over and over again, "Not even the gods themselves." His only fear was that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him he was up against something greater than heaven and hell combined.

"Are you still pouting?" Chase asked, now far beyond annoyed with the brunette.

"I am doing no such thing." Kanone told him, putting on something scarily akin to a pout, "I'm simply thinking."

"Well, you pout when you think." the older man informed him, "Just thought I'd let you know."

A glare was shot at Chase as he took a seat next to Kanone on the latter's couch, "Well, thank you for that." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

A low chuckle sounded throughout the room, "Anytime." He had hoped to cheer Kanone up in some way, but that seemed near impossible. He could only imagine the terrible stress the younger boy was going through. He knew when he took Eyes, the look on Kanone's face was anything but pleasant. Even later, when the golden-eyed boy showed up at his house with Jack, he had that same hateful look on his face that told Chase he was in for a world of pain if he didn't give him his Eyes back. He could only imagine, since Kanone had no way of knowing whether Eyes was alright or anyway of seeing him, that this time was worse than any other time Eyes had been taken. The two had been through so much, and they deserved a break that seemed to never come. They merely got brief moments to rest before the next crisis attacked.

The door swinging open startled both males out of their thoughts and drew their attention to the intruder. Kousuke swung the door shut with a soft slam, and plopped down on the couch in between Kanone and Chase. The two residents of the house traded looks before glancing to the redhead, "Can we help you?" Kanone asked, slightly amused.

Kousuke let out a loud sigh that was way overexaggerated by the teen slumping his shoulders, "I'm bored." he said.

Kanone was either about to laugh at him or smack him, but Chase stopped him from doing anything by speaking up, "What's Ayumu doing?"

"He's on the phone with his brother." Kousuke informed the two, leaning back and closing his eyes.

"Kiyotaka? Where is he?" Kanone wondered.

Kousuke shrugged, "Ayumu wouldn't tell me anything, but he looked kind of upset." Green eyes slowly opened to stare at the ceiling, "I've never seen him like this before."

Kanone frowned slightly at the almost concerned tone he detected in the other boy's voice, "Do you think Kiyotaka found something out?"

Completely oblivious to Kanone's paranoia of something being wrong about the whole set-up, Kousuke tilted his head to the side and looked at Kanone, "Huh?"

"About the whole slave thing?" Jack asked, joining the three, "Have you heard something?" he wondered, only catching the last bit of conversation.

"Oh." the redhead said, now remembering Ayumu telling him about it, "No, I don't think it's that. Honestly, we're not too concerned with it."

"What?" Kanone asked, shocked.

"Well, it doesn't affect us too much since no one over there owns any slaves."

"Are you forgetting Kiyotaka?" Chase suggested.

Kousuke shook his head, "Kiyotaka doesn't own any slaves." he informed the others, giving them a funny look, "Why would you think he did?"

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So...Kiyotaka doesn't own slaves...obviously he took Eyes and Justin from Kanone, but those were the only ones. So, why do you suppose he did that? I'll tell you this much, it wasn't only because hewas jealous of them and didn't want them to be with Kanone. He had ulterior motives...but what are they? Hey, look at that, Kanone isn't the one sneaking around behind people's backs this time, it's Kiyotaka!

A/N: Since this game is going nowhere (at least with this fic) I'm discontinuing it unless someone has a real problem with it. I've noticed, though, that no one reviews this fic anymore save Polaris and CeTe sometimes, and they're not playing. I figure it's just kind of a waste since no one's really playing. I'll keep doing it in my other fics, though.