As Tohma came to, he let out a long pained moan. Practically his whole body hurt. His head was pounding and he couldn't feel his arms.
"Ugh," Tohma let out another moan as he cracked his eyes open.
He blinked in confusion as his eyes adjusted. He was somewhere outside. He wasn't even on the ground, as some would expect when waking up. The blonde looked around, and saw, that his arms were tightly tied above his head, holding him in upright position, which was probably the reason, he couldn't feel his arms.
Tohma stood up straighter in attempt to relieve his arms and shoulders a bit, but he hissed as a sharp pain shot through him.
'Definitely dislocated,' the musician thought.
"Hooo," came a male voice, "You are awake?"
Tohma's eyes snapped towards the voice and saw man, most likely in his forties, grinning at him. He was somewhat familiar, but Tohma didn't know where to place him.
"You probably don't remember me," the man walked closer, "Going by the confusion slapped on your face, so let my introduce myself. Tanaka Masaru at your service."
Masaru even bowed after his introduction.
Tohma's eyes widened in horror.
"Shouldn't you be in prison?!" he spat out, "What are you doing here?!"
Masaru smiled, "Got out on good behavior and thought I would say hello. To have a little chit-chat and catch up."
Tohma glared.
"Don't fuck with me," he hissed, "How dare you show your face?! After what you did?"
"After what I did?" Masaru exclaimed, "You send an innocent man to jail and I am the bad guy?"
Tohma struggled against his restrains, wanting to punch the other man.
"Innocent?! Don't make me laugh!" Tohma spat, "Natsuki…"
"Yes, Natsuki!" Masaru grinned, "The sweet little Natsu-chan. We can't leave him out, he would be sad. It will be so nostalgic, meeting at the same playground we used to play. Just me, you and Natsu-chan."
"So this is where you buried his corpse?!" Tohma growled.
"Corpse?" Masaru blinked confused.
"After you killed him, you motherfucker," Tohma attempted to kick Masaru, but didn't get far.
"Kill?" Masaru let that word roll of his tongue, "How can you say that when…"
He trailed off and blinked. Then he burst out laughing.
"You mean, you don't know?" Masaru managed to say between gasps of laugh.
"What?" Tohma barked.
"Oh my god, you really don't know," Masaru's stomach was now hurting.
"Know what, you fucker?" the blonde was enraged by Masaru's mocking.
Masaru theatrically sighed, "You have such foul mouth."
Then he pulled a duck tape from his pocket and before Tohma could do anything, he put it on his mouth.
"Ah, that's better," Masaru grinned proudly.
He threw the tape away and pulled out gun from his vest.
"But you know, I have a surprise for you," he cocked the gun and raised his hand so that he looked as if posing for a photo, "But you know… Natsu-chan is lively for a corpse. He looks that he has fun. But he will have even more fun, once he arrives. Then we will all have so much fun."
Tohma's eyes widened. What the hell was the psychopath saying? How can Natsuki come if he was..? Was it possible that he was actually alive? And he didn't contact him? But why? And more importantly, how did this bastard find out? What was he planning.
Tohma was pulled out of his thought by Masaru.
"And the last guest guest arrives to the party," he said gleefully.
Tohma turned in the direction Masaru was motioning. And there, just at the edge of the light from the lamps, was standing someone. Unfortunately just the feet were illuminated, so all Tohma could see was pair of sneakers. But he could hear the gasps, as the person was trying to catch a breath, probably from running.
Could it be? Could Natsuki be really alive? And just within his reach? Tohma could feel his knees weaken.
"Ohoho, don't just stand there, Natsu-chan," Masaru waved, "Come here and greet your onii-chan."
Tohma could see the feet shift a little, hesitating, and then step forward, into the light, revealing all too familiar mop of pink hair over violet eyes.
A wave of relief and disappointment rushed through Tohma. Ha, he knew that Masaru was bluffing. Natsuki was dead and now the mad man was dragging other into this mess. But if Shuichi is here, K-san is probably somewhere around too, and that meant end for Masaru.
"Not gonna say hello?" Masaru teased, "I thought you were raised better."
Shuichi took a shaky breath and looked down, "H-Hello… Masa-kun."
'Huh?' Tohma thought, 'How can Shuichi know Natsuki's nickname for Masaru? I don't think even Mika or Ryuichi and Noriko know…'
Masaru tsked, "You are still wearing those stupid things? Throw them away, I love your eyes."
Shuichi flinched, but didn't say anything. Then he slowly reached up, to pull out his contact lenses. That proved to be a challenge, because his hands were shaking quite a bit. He even poked himself once. But after few tries, he finally got out. Not knowing what he should with the colored plastic, he shook his hand and threw it on the ground.
Tohma's eyes widened in horror. Shuichi had contact lenses. He didn't know he wore purple lenses, because he always had purple eyes. But now, he removed them, he revealed that he had green eyes. It was deep shade of green, not unlike Tohma's own.
"Now now," Masaru waved, "Let's sit and have a bit fun. Hora, there is a swing. Neh, Natsu-chan, do you remember, how I used to push you on that swing? Go sit there, I will push you again."
Shuichi stared at Masaru, but didn't move.
Masaru pointed his gun at Shuichi, "NOW, Natsu-chan."
Shuichi flinched, but went to sit on the swing.
Masaru grinned and stood behind Shuichi, who shivered. Masaru pushed him a little, the swing squeaked as it moved.
"Ha ha, isn't this fun, Natsu-chan?" Masaru leaned on Shuichi's shoulder, hugging him from behind.
Shuichi tensed.
"But you know what would be more fun?" Masaru asked and let hand wander lower.
Shuichi gasped and thrust his elbow backwards, hitting Masaru in the stomach. The man doubled over in pain, but the pinkette didn't wait and bolted across the playground. However he didn't get far, as he was tackled by Masaru and the both fell to the ground.
"Where do you think you are going, Natsu-chan?!" Masaru screamed.
Shuichi struggled, and managed land blow on Masaru's face, but he didn't care. He just struck Shuichi back. Even though Shuichi wiggled around, he just couldn't shake off the older man.
"Let me go!" he exclaimed.
"Let you go?" Masaru laughed, "Now that the main fun begins? Shut up, you little bitch, and I promise you that you will like it!"
Panic rose in Shuichi as he felt Masaru's hand under his shirt and that somehow gave him enough strength, to hit Masaru in the jaw strong enough for the other man to lose his balance. Shuichi didn't waste any time, and scrambled to his feet, only to hear a gun shot and fall back down, his eyes closed.
"Not so fast Natsu-chan," Masaru growled, but Shuichi didn't move, "Are? My my, I didn't even hit you. Such a brave boy you are, Natsu-chan. Fainting just from a little noise. But that's okay, at least you won't run away anymore…"
Masaru rolled Shuichi onto his back and started to unbutton his pants.
Suddenly Shuichi's eyes snapped open and he kicked Masaru in the groin, the older man howling in pain. The singer pushed him away and instant he was back on his feet, his hands finding a fallen branch and with all his might he struck Masaru's head.
Masaru immediately crumpled down, unconscious.
Shuichi just stood there, watching warily for any movement. His breath came out in jerky gasps.
A few seconds came buy and nothing happened. Shuichi dropped the branch and ran to Tohma.
"R-rope, rope rope," he mumbled as he fumbled with the rope tied around Tohma's wrists.
Tohma let out strangled moan and Shuichi tensed. But then he started to pull at the rope again.
Suddenly a rough hand grasped the back of Shuichi's hair, yanked him backwards and then slammed him face first against a nearby metal pole.
A sickly loud crack was heard and Shuichi crumpled to the ground like a broken doll, with face now red and purple.
"He he, going somewhere, Na-tsu-chan?" Masaru giggled, standing above the unconscious singer.
Masaru completely ignored struggling Tohma, his eyes never leaving Shuichi. His hands massaged his member through the pants, before deciding to unbutton them.
"And now, for the finale," Masaru smirked, kneeled beside Shuichi, grabbed his pants and started to pull them down.