IMPORTANT! I have posted two chapters in one day. This is the second so make sure you read chapter 18 first!

Enjoy!

Warnings! Mentions of rape but nothing detailed or graphic.

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Blood. The scent of blood was the first thing he was aware of. That somewhat metallic smell, but it was old, and he was pretty sure it didn't belong to him. His eyes were closed and he kept them that way for a moment longer. He knew he wasn't in the office anymore due to another scent, a salty one like the sea, and the slight breeze that it rode. His body felt unusually weak although he wasn't hungry or thirsty, so it was likely the effect of a drug, and he probably hadn't been out for too long. A few hours maybe?

Something around his wrists, probably some type of cuffs, were holding him up so his feet just barely touched the floor. He heard very few sounds. The main one was likely wind blowing against walls and another was an occasional creaking sound, perhaps something being blown by the wind. However, for the most part, there was an uncomfortable silence.

Akashi opened his eyes slowly until he was sure it was safe to open them fully. When he did, he realized he was in a warehouse, probably one near the port. It was old and falling apart though with some of the windows towards the ceiling broken allowing the small breeze he felt earlier. It was a full moon outside allowing enough light into the building for him to see the splotches of old dried red liquid covering the floor which explained the stench. None of this fazed him much though. One grows familiar with such kinds of places when being the head of a Yakuza family, however, it's admittedly different when you're the one hanging.

What bothered him was the decently large screen set atop crates in front of him. It was likely a television screen which could mean several things, none of which were good. His capturers were likely going to make him watch something and if Akashi was in their shoes, he knows what he would put on that screen. Tetsuya should be safe in the hospital, but he knew there was no guarantee. If Okazaki was smart enough to capture Akashi from his own estate, taking someone from the hospital who couldn't even put up a fight would be easy. There was also the chance they took the others as well. Then there was the worst possibility. One of the generations could be working for Okazaki. He hated that thought, but he needed to keep his mind open to all possibilities. After all, the information Daiki gave him from Satsuki suggested that Okazaki, who he knew was behind all this, had pulled many from their high school days into his ranks and it would make sense. If one of the generations was in on this, they could have gotten past his security and Tetsuyas as well.

"We meet again." An icy voice cut through the building pulling Akashi from his thoughts. He knew that voice.

"Haizaki Shogo." He stated in a dangerous tone.

Sure enough, Haizaki stepped in from the entrance and into the moonlight with a cruel grin.

"How does it feel to be on the receiving end, Akashi Seijūrō?" Haizaki spat out the name before chuckling. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you." He grinned mischievously.

Akashi flashed a cold grin of his own but lacking any amusement as he raised an eyebrow. "We?"

"We." A voice Akashi didn't recognize cut in as another man stepped into the moonlight.

"I take it you're Okazaki Riichi?" Akashi guessed without a hint of fear.

"You are correct." Okazaki confirmed as he continued to walk towards Akashi till their faces were only a few inches from each other's. Cold, cruel, and confident hazel eyes stared into red and amber with just as much confidence and coldness. Okazaki's dark orange hair hung just above Akashi's forehead since he was slightly taller than the latter and his mouth twitched in a satisfied grin.

"What do you want?"

"To make you suffer." Okazaki replied nonchalantly as he finally took a step back. "I want to break you the way your father broke mine. And to make it even better, I'll break your friends too."

Akashi couldn't keep his boiling rage from forming a scowl on his face as his enemy stood grinning before him smug and satisfied. His whole body screamed to do something, but there was nothing he could do except refuse Okazaki the one thing the man wanted most. Akashi would not break. No matter what this man did, he decided right then and there, he would not break. He would not give this man another ounce of satisfaction. He squared his shoulders (the best someone hanging by the wrist possibly can) and stared Okazaki straight in the eyes forcing a neutral expression onto his face but letting his fiery rage burn in his eyes.

"I am Akashi Seijuro and I will not break." He stated with all the fierceness of a thousand blazing fires. It was enough to make Haizaki take a few steps back but Okazaki only chuckled and met Akashi's gaze accepting the challenge.

"We shall see about that. Haizaki!" He shouted causing Haizaki to jump. The latter pulled out a remote and pressed a button.

Akashi swore his heart nearly stopped. He expected this. It was the most logical action for Okazaki to take. He knew. He knew what would be on that screen, but when it turned on, when he saw it, when it was actually reality, it was so much worse than he could have ever imagined. He felt the bile rise in his throat and his eyes sting but he swallowed and bit his lip forcing the tears back. Instinctively he tried to look away, but a third man he hadn't noticed was behind him and hands reached out to hold his eyes open and forearms kept his head in place. He couldn't look away.

On the screen was his beloved Tetsuya naked with fresh new bruises and wounds. Then a familiar face entered the picture and Akashi couldn't help but growl.

"Hanamiya Makoto."

Okazaki chuckled again. "Yes. This was his idea actually." The gang leader pressed a button on what must have been a small microphone attached to his suit. "Makoto, say hello." He ordered before gesturing something to the man behind Akashi.

On the screen, Akashi watched as Hanamiya nodded to the command.

"Hello Akashi. It's been a while. It's good to see you again. And yes we can see you." Hanamiya's malicious hiss came through the speakers and Akashi fought the urge to scowl. He felt the hand behind him on his left retreat and return with a small microphone. Haizaki stepped towards them and attached the microphone to Akashi's collar before stepping back. Akashi was drugged and couldn't move, but Haizaki still wanted to be out of range. He couldn't escape Akashi's glare though which made him shiver involuntarily.

"Hello Makoto." Akashi replied dryly.

"Your little Tetsuya has been a good boy. He hasn't even resisted…not that he can." Hanamiya added before turned back to the bluenette and grabbing him by the hair. He dragged him closer to the screen. His eyes were dry but red and full of fear and tear stains on his cheeks were further evidence of his recent sobs.

When Aomine, Kise, Midorima, Takao, and Murasakibara arrived at the Akashi estate, it had already been infiltrated by the enemy since most of Akashi's men were out searching for him and Kuroko. The group was led to a room with two large screen tvs and Furusawa who had already been captured.

"Tetsu….shit!" Aomine cursed as he stepped into the room first and saw the first screen. He cursed again as he looked at the second screen and saw Akashi and tried to shield Kise from seeing but it was too late. He caught the blond just before he could fall and guided him to the couch. The rest were ushered in by the enemy and took seats. Midorima held Takao's hand in a bone crushing grip and Takao let him as they both stared disbelievingly. Murasakibara was muttering something under his breath as he stared with a murderous rage. Furusawa gave them all apologetic looks and Takao shook his head as he began to cry.

None of them wanted to look, but they didn't have a choice. Men stepped behind each of them with guns to their heads and ordered them to watch if they didn't want to get shot. So they watched because it was the only thing they could do for their friends. Stay alive.

Hanamiya pulled his fist back and punched Kuroko just as the other hand let go of his blue hair. Kuroko's body slammed into the wall and the breath was knocked from him again. He wanted to scream, but he bit his cheek. He couldn't scream. He couldn't. It would only make things worse.

But the pain was intense. His whole body hurt. He felt his consciousness slipping but he held on tight and focused on the pain to keep him alert. If he passed out, they said they would hurt the other man, Akashi, the one who had been so kind to him for days, the one on the screen on the wall. He couldn't let them. He would take this. He could take this.

Another sharp pain and then another and another as several men surrounded him and threw their hits. He covered his head with his hands and tensed his muscles in an attempt to lessen the damage.

Then it stopped almost as suddenly as it started, but it was far from over. Kuroko gasped as a cold finger was thrust inside his hole and held back a whimper. He let a tear escape his eyes before a moan escaped his throat. The men took turns taunting him and having their way with his body till each had their chance. Then they left him in a pool of blood and semen and slammed the door shut. That was the last thing he remembered before the darkness overtook him.

Akashi wasn't sure how long it lasted, how long he watched as Kuroko was beaten and raped. Akashi never cried out. He never begged them to stop no matter how much he wanted to. He kept his feelings inside and held his tears. Eventually it stopped and he watched the men leave Kuroko in the room before he felt a slight prick in his neck. Something was injected and everything went dark.

When he woke again it was to Okazaki smacking him in the face. He winced only slightly before establishing his mask and opening his eyes. There was some light now but it was fading and he was no longer hanging. Instead he was tied to a chair.

"Good morning sweet heart." Okazaki purred sarcastically before letting out a quick laugh. "I hope you slept well. Don't worry; it's only 4 P.M. in case you wanted to know." He snapped his fingers and a man Akashi hadn't seen earlier appeared in front of him. It took a moment for the red head to recognize him as Arato formerly of Teiko's Baseball team.

"Hello Akashi. I'd say it's a pleasure to see you again but it's not." Arato scowled.

"Same to you." Akashi replied and held the others gaze.

"Drink." Arato shoved an open water bottle into Akashi's mouth and tipped it nearly choking the red head with the water. Akashi swallowed more eagerly than he would have liked until half the bottle was gone and it was removed.

"Giving the enemy water, aren't you sweet." Akashi teased Okazaki who just smirked.

"I don't want you passing out from dehydration before the show is over. In fact, I'll even feed you. Arato." He snapped his fingers and Arato set the bottle down. He went over to a crate that was being used as a table and grabbed a wrapped half sandwich then returned.

"How kind." Akashi murmured sarcastically and accepted a bite. When the food was gone, Okazaki ordered Arato to leave. Haizaki entered moments later.

"Ready for another show?" Haizaki sneered grabbing the remote. Akashi didn't bother replying. The screen flickered on and for another two hours he watched as Hanamiya and his men tortured Kuroko. They burned, whipped, and raped him while Akashi could do nothing but watch. When it was over, a needle stabbed his neck and the darkness resumed.

That was the routine for three more days.

The situation at the estate was only slightly different. Furusawa, Takao and the generations weren't drugged or tied up. Guns to their heads and threats to kill Akashi and Kuroko were enough to keep them in line. However, Okazaki's men didn't force them to watch. The livestreams still played on the screens, but they didn't have to watch them. They couldn't tune out the sounds though and often watched out of concern.

Luckily, Furusawa had gotten a message to the men who still remained loyal to Akashi and warned them to stay away. All Furusawa and the others could do was wait and hope those men would find a way to get them out of this mess.