Pairings: BernardoXGian, IvanXGian, LuchinoXGian, GiulioXGian, AobaXClear, AobaXVirusXTrip, AobaXRen, AobaXKoujaku, AobaXNoiz, AobaXBakshi, VirusXTripXGian, AobaXGian

Warning: Contains minor hints of rape, violence, extreme swearing and heavy scenes of smut.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dramatical Murder or Lucky Dog 1. All rights go to the respectful owners.

Chapter 1 - The success of Escape

Fragments of wind passed through the small opening of the window next to a medium sized dresser carrying with it a sweet smell of flowers from below on the outside. Voices echoed throughout the room, one shouting in a loud manner, one speaking softly while the remaining two voices were equally matched in terms of intellect. Aoba Seragaki squinted from the light that shone down on his face. Realizing the voices were beginning to quiet down, he sat up with all the strength he had left in him.

Soon a worried voice sounded in his ears. "We would rather see you get more rest if at all possible. You have had quite a bit of work done on you from the look of your wounds." Aoba opened his eyes and looked around and realized it was the man with glasses that had been talking to him.

Someone tapped his head lightly. He was still not used to people touching his hair despite the feeling within his hair having faded since his showdown with Toue. Aoba grimaced once he remembered the feeling he got when it happened in the past. The man who poked him looked down quizzically. "What, did that hurt you? I barely touched you." Aoba looked down at his hands that were now free from the shackles.

He felt the top of his head while the men surrounding him kept staring, watching what he was doing. 'Of course they would be wondering what I'm doing...' Aoba thought and gathered his hair together on each side of him so that it hung down from both his shoulders. He was always cautious when it came to his hair because of the nerves that ran through each strand since he was a child.

It was a condition he had been born with but soon it was gradually fading since Toues' company and platinum jail had been torn down thanks to him and his friends. But since then he had been kidnapped by Virus and Trip, two men who had worked for the man but with only their own goals in mind. They treated him like anything but an actual human being. He didn't want to think how far they would go to search for him.

The man with glasses sat down on the bed casually and spoke out. "He must have gotten it when he hit the ground back there. Could be a slight concussion. Though the doctors say he is physically fine, there were...complications with some tests concerning his mental stability." The man who had poked him on the head, also sat down but on the other side of the man with the glasses.

The robe that Aoba had been wearing had now been changed into a bath robe so as he realized this, he felt slightly embarrassed after remembering all that Virus and Trip had put him through. He was hoping it wasn't the same for these strangers though. Shifting his head from side to side to get a good look at all five of them, Aoba felt the need to say something in return.

"Sorry...but I'm fine, really. The doctors always say that when I go to the hospital." Surprised to hear such a weak voice leak out of the young man's mouth, everyone stopped themselves from talking all at once and allowed him to continue. "Since I was born with it, the hair on my head have nerves that feel as though you're pinching my skin. It used to hurt a lot if someone were to pull on it so I'm still scared of that feeling but because of some things in my past, it is gradually stopping. So you see...".

Aoba trailed off as he was lost in his own thoughts as to what to tell them next and what he shouldn't be telling them. Should he really tell them that he was running away from a couple of ex-mafia members who would gladly pay for him back? He was not sure he wanted to find out whether they were good or bad and wanted to play it be ear to see where it went. But even then, the truth would be out eventually should his friends try looking for him. It would certainly be a disaster if Trip and Virus used his friends to get him to come out of hiding but there was really nothing he could do except hope his new 'friends' could take them on when the time came.

Some minutes passed before either of the men begun to speak up. This time a man with frost almost silver hair, started to cry out in rage. "This could just be another one of the GD assholes! I say we tie this fucker up before they get the jump on us!" Aoba couldn't help but use his hands to cover his ears. He thought that Koujaku and Noiz's voices had been bad while they argued but he was obviously wrong.

Just remembering his friends he overlapped his hands and gripped them together and began to cry. He didn't think for one second how unmanly it made him look. His situation was terrible yet at the same time one of the best he could hope for. The man with glasses finally got off the bed and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "This was why I asked you to remain in the hall, Ivan." He looked at the said man and gave him an annoyed frown.

The man who was sitting on the other side of the bed also got up and put his hands on his hips after putting a piece of gum into his mouth. "Yeah, Ivan...why you gotta be such an idiot." The man grinned and chewed noisily on the gum, provoking the other man. The man with the glasses let out a small sigh and looked back to the man sitting up in the bed.

"Sorry about all this but until we find out who you are or where it is you're from, we can't exactly let you go but you're free to ask us for our help with anything. Would you mind telling us your name? The loud mouth over there is Ivan Fiore, and the man standing across from us is Gian Carlo. I'm Bernardo Ortolani, this old man is Luchino Gregoretti and last but not least, this is Giulio Di Bondone." The man with the red mane-like hair grit his teeth together at the mention of his name mixed with the word 'old'. "I'm younger than you, Bernardo...!"

Aoba lifted his head a bit and looked at all the men looking back at him. "I'm...Aoba. Aoba Seragaki. Um...what's a GD?" They all looked at each other in silence as though contemplating how to handle the question.

It was not unknown that most people wouldn't know who they were but the gang had been quite an obvious presence that Bernardo did not think anyone would not know who they were at least by now. The GD were famous for causing a ruckus or drawing attention to themselves in the most unrealistic ways possible. "They're-" Before Bernardo could finish his sentence, Ivan cut him off.

"They're a bunch of dumb ass punks with no balls." Ivan crossed his arms in annoyance and glared to the side. The man who was called Gian, also spoke up. "Hey don't you qualify then?" Gian gave Ivan a smirk and looked over to Bernardo.

Realizing what the blonde man was saying with his eyes, Bernardo nodded in approval. Ivan's loud mouth was starting to cause an unwelcoming atmosphere in the room and would make it harder for them to ask the important questions. They weren't kind to strangers only because they could not trust anyone but themselves, but this was a different matter. A random stranger was hurt and so far did not seem the type to handle weapons or be aligned with a gang.

Gian quickly pushed at Ivan's back and was closely followed by Giulio. The corners of Bernardo's mouth twisted upwards and he looked from Luchino to Aoba. "Now then. If you would like to tell us where you're from, maybe we can get a hold of someone for you?" Aoba did not want to doubt their kindness but something deep down was telling him not to give out that information just yet. Not like the island had been a big secret all his life but just that it had been so reserved, this was his first time off the island.

Feeling the time slowly tick away, Aoba felt pressured. "Wish I could say exactly where but I'm from an island that isn't noticed a whole lot. My friends are probably trying to find me as we speak." He wasn't so sure on the last part but felt the need to say so anyways.

"Have you been here before?" This time it was Luchino's turn to sit down on the bed.

Aoba shook his head 'no' and looked out the window with a sad expression. "It's been three years since I got to see the outside world...I was in that dungeon this whole time until now..." He stopped. Just talking about the room made him feel like he was going to puke. His body was certainly remembering the details.

"Please tell me I have your word nothing will happen if I tell you who is after me." Aoba gave them a frightened look. The look of someone desperate enough for life to practically beg for it but not in a pathetic sort.

"Our word?" Bernardo was not sure what he meant by that but assumed the men he claimed were after him would probably try to pull something to get him back. It was a recurring situation he had seen a lot in his years of being apart of the CR-5.

"Promise me you won't hand me over to them no matter what they offer you...they're ex-mafia members and try to pull stunts like this. If there is anything you can do...please find this man for me." Shortly after getting it off his chest, Aoba asked them for a pen and paper and wrote down Koujaku's name. If anyone was resourceful at finding him and organizing a search party, it would be him. He just hoped he would not be too late in contacting him.

Bernardo looked to Luchino and smiled while putting the piece of paper into his front coat pocket. "We'll see what all we can do, but for now get some rest. We will wake you if we find out anything." The man with the red hair continued to look down at Aoba before finally leaving the room along with Bernardo.

Feeling slightly at ease, Aoba lied back down and shut his eyes. His head was hurting and he felt like he had just gotten kicked all over. His body was not used to being treated normally since his escape. And why should it? 'After all...what they did was inhumane at any level.' He thought and soon the sweet smell of the flowers had wafted through his nose, giving him a sense of security so that he could sleep.

Meanwhile somewhere on the island...

Busy could not even describe the hustle of the crowded town. Broken down cars and buses lined the sides of the streets while people continued to walk this way and that to get across the roads. A lone figure stood among them, not paying any attention to the crowd of women he had been attracting. It was an empty feeling just looking at the sight of the town and knowing he was a part of this every day life while his friend was missing, made him all the more anxious.

Koujaku, a popular hair dresser for the town and occasional fighter against rival gangs. He was the leader of his own team but since the destruction of Platinum Jail, a peaceful atmosphere had replaced the location that it once stood. Before he could take another step however, the women who had been following him were now surrounding him in droves. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and turned his small paced walking into a full on run. His composure as a man who only stood to make women around him, happy, had long since gone after he found that he could no longer contact Aoba.

It was not like he had broken a code of some sort but it had been his life until recently since finding out that Aoba really needed him during his fight with Toue. He was happy then but now he was constantly running from the women who had been his dear customers and fan girls. Since the fight, all of them had gone their separate ways and he had just assumed that Aoba did as well and that he was probably in another country somewhere in the world. But deep down something was telling him that this wasn't like him. Especially since he would never have forgotten to take Ren with him at least for some type of companionship and protection.

Before Aoba disappeared, Ren had been in the hospital though he was not in his dog form of an allmate, apparently his consciousness had found a body to reside in. Aoba was extremely thankful to Trip and Virus, the men responsible for finding the body and helping him get to a hospital. But Koujaku knew they had another intention planned out. The day he had first visited Ren, Aoba had gone missing and had not returned home to his grandmother. Despite being a grown man in his twenties, Koujaku was still worried. It had now been a total of three years since the collapse of the jail that Toue had tried to spread to the entire island but since then, Aoba had not contacted him at all.

'As much as I hate to admit it...but I'll need his help.' Pushing past a large amount of people, Koujaku easily evaded his followers and soon found himself back at Heibon. It was the junk shop that Aoba had worked at for years up until the recent events. However when he stood in front of the shop's door, he realized he was not alone.

Standing at the side of the shop door was a young man who clearly stood out wearing a formal suit and tie. Koujaku grimaced at the mans' profile and took a step back from the door to face him. "What the hell. What have you been doing all this time?!" He hated the man who was known as Noiz. They had a falling out ever since the day they came face-to-face back when he pressured Aoba to play against him in Rhyme.

The man gave Koujaku a small glare but remained expressionless. He stood up straight from leaning against the wall and pointed into an alleyway with his chin. Koujaku had no right to refuse his help. At this rate, he would welcome all types of help when it came to Aoba but it still did not mean he trusted him. Following shortly after the man, Koujaku stopped walking once he knew they were in deep enough to be away from listening ears.

"I'll cut to the chase. Aoba's in trouble." Noiz explained. Koujaku gave a small grunt in anger and glared at him. He knew that so it was obvious why he was visiting the shop. "You think I didn't know that already, he's been gone for three years! Haven't your cubes found anything?" The cubes he had been referring to were small in size and could fit into pockets and were exceptional in observing large areas and almost all of his allmates were connected to his computers.

Koujaku hated the guy but he knew that as a hacker, he was highly skilled in knowing the whereabouts of people and the ins and outs of just about all across the world. His information base had now become unlimited due to his family heritage. Putting his issue with Noiz aside, Koujaku asked the question he was dying to know the answer for. "Is there...any kind of trace at all?"

He looked down before Noiz could reply. It's not as though he didn't want to look at the man in front of him, it was because he couldn't help feeling the sense of defeat. He was a man who had absolutely nothing but his hairdressing career. The feeling that someone else could do something that he could not had overwhelmed him during his time with Aoba. Noiz with his consistent hacking skills and connections, Clear and his monstrous strength although it was a given seeing as he was an android.

And then Mink, a man with few words but a heavy sense of duty. He was like a soldier yet was an escaped criminal who hated Toue more than all of them. Although in the beginning he merely used Aoba as his personal tool for that said revenge, he came through for them in the end. Whereas him, what was it that he could do aside from normal everyday fighting with his sword?

In short he was a futuristic samurai who had nothing but the skills of a sword master. Helpful for a fight but he felt like it was still less than what the others could do.

"No. I got a trace but we need to move fast. If I'm right, those two are probably on their way to get him as well." Hope came to Koujaku's face as he stared at Noiz in shock. 'Those 'two'...did he mean Aoba's old friends, the look-a-likes, Virus and Trip?' His natural instinct hated them since he came in contact with them way back before the fight with Toue.

Noiz took something out of his coat pocket and tossed it onto the ground. It was a small, green cube, one that he had seen countless times when Noiz was always fighting and doing Rhyme. The cube displayed a large and transparent blue screen, showing Koujaku information on Aoba's whereabouts. It was slightly hard to follow because of how fast the information was being gathered but Koujaku knew what he was staring at. Information from something or someone with a micro chip inside. along with it, a map to their location and the exact country too.

But the place he did not recognized and even if he did, how did Aoba manage to get there all alone? Because of the island's lack of noteworthiness, very few tourists and travelers ever visited their island. And at best only four ferries were carried out across the sea and even then had to stop at another island just to transfer the visitors to another ferry in the opposite direction of their island. To cause Aoba to be enduring such a harsh trip, Koujaku did not want to think about what he went through.

"Have you been able to get in contact with Mink yet?" Noiz just kept staring at the information still being displayed on the screen.

The man finally looked back at Koujaku. "I already gave the other three the information and location. How they get there is up to them, you and I however are going on this." Noiz then pulled out a small pamphlet with the picture of a boat on it.

Koujaku relaxed a bit upon seeing the boat. It was a cruise ship with enough speed to make it to their destination without having to stop. Being rich was certainly an advantage for Noiz. "Even still, you knew where Aoba was all this time and you didn't tell me first?" Him and Aoba had been friends since childhood so it was natural for him to feel uneasy for not being the first to be told.

The cube bounced up into the air and landed into Noiz's hands. "If I told you, you would have just left all of us behind to rescue him yourself. You're not a prince in shining armor." It was certain that the mans' attitude had not changed since he was a teen.

But from what all that was going on without Koujaku noticing, he could not rush in recklessly like he usually did. "Hmm... ? No retort?" Noiz smirked and stuck the cube in his pants pocket. Koujaku let out a sigh before giving his reply.

"Would you even listen to what I had to say? It probably would've gone through one ear and out the other in your case. Same old brat like you were before." Just for this one time only, he would co-operate with the other man and in the process, find where Aoba had traveled to.

A/n: Ah, that literally only took a day and a half to finish. This is certainly not rushed, I'm planning ahead for it. But it is harder to do Bernardo's sayings, he says things so politely yet arrogant at the same time despite being the intelligent type. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask!