Disclaimer: I don't own Hands Off. Just the plot
A/N: This chapter contains violence, angst, and Tatsuki shooting everyone. Enjoy!
I turned the last corner and saw Kotarou sitting on the ground, cellphone by his feet. Blood trickled down his soft lips and dripped on his dirt covered shorts that were torn and soaked with the rain. Water ran in streams down his face from the pouring rain, drenching him and I. His silky blonde hair that was normally styled was a mess, tangled and disheveled. "Oh, Kotarou..." I spoke just above a whisper.
"Don't you pity me... Don't you dare pity me!" He yelled, burying his face in his hands. "I'm not a bad person..." he said softly to himself. "I am not a bad person..." His voice was scratchy like he'd been screaming. Maybe he had.
"Kotarou... What happened?..." I knelt down to come eye to eye to him. "Who did this?"
"...I didn't do anything wrong... I'm not dirty..."
"Who told you you were dirty? Who said that?"
He looked at me then. My heart could have stopped beating. His eyes were... so broken... he was hurt, confused, scared, and so broken. All in that one look. I place dmy hands on either side of his face and he jerked away. He was shaking, and it wasn't from the cold. "What happened while I was gone?"
He gave a choking sound and winced. It must have hurt to speak above a whisper. "...They... They had taken me to a warehouse downtown... Oh, gods..."
"Kota..."
"They put these straps on me. Said that so I would run away..." I stood, head towards the sky. The rain beat against my skin as I stared up at the stars. He continued. "They gagged me, laughing as they came at me... touching me..." He rubbed his eyes, probably wanting the image to die. "I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was helpless..." His voice was rising, cracking.
I didn't want to hear anymore. "I'm sorry, Kotarou. I'm sorry."
He shook his head. "Let me finish. They stripped me. I was so exposed..."
"You don't have to-"
"Yes I do, Tatsuki. If I don't, I might not ever get over this."
I was silent and waited for him to continue. I knew that it would break a part of me to hear this, but he needed to say it and I would be here for him. He continued taking a long breath. "They stripped me and cut me..." He lifted his arms, and sure enough, there were deep cuts that I hadn't seen. Damn. I ran my fingers over the cuts and heard a sharp intake of breath. I wasn't sure who did it, but I think it was me.
"They raped me, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. You don't know how terrifying that is. They told me I deserved this. That I was a bad person. You... They're coming after you next. They said they wanted nothing else but you... "
So they were psychotic as well as insane. And it was my fault this happened. And they're coming again. Shit. "I'm so sorry. It... this is my fault. You're not dirty for being with me. I love you. How is that wrong?"
He was quiet at first. Then as if a barrier had broken, he was sobbing uncontrolably into his hands. I picked him up against his protests and took him inside. He was a wreck. I ran some bath water and peeled off his sopping wet cloths. He started shivering as I set him in the water. As I turned to walk out, he grabbed my arm and whispered, "Please don't leave. I need you right now. Please."
I smiled at him. "Of course. Let me get some towels and food for you to eat. I'll be back. Promise." He was reluctant to let go, but finally let me go. Truth, I didn't want to see that hollow look in his eyes anymore than I had to. I killed me to see him like that.
Before I got the things for him I fought and hid on my person Grampa's handgun. Kotarou still didn't know about Grampa. Shit. It was already a rough night and he didn't even know his Grampa, who he loved dearly, was in the ICU from a bullet to the gut. Damn.
When I got back, Kotarou wasn't in the tub. Instead, I found him in the bedroom with three other guyslaid out on top of him on the bed. One of them was pointing a gun at my head. I could tell he had used a gun before and wouldn't mind it again. He said loud and very clearly, " Don't come any closer, loverboy. I don't want you getting any ideas or nothin."
"Just get this over with, J. We gotta bring them back with us." Another said, stroking Kotarou's inner thigh. Kotarou was trying so hard not to scream.
"The boss said I could have my fun. Fortunatly, I have enough time to be with both of them before we go back." Shit. I was not gonna do this.
"Are you the guys who raped Kotarou?"
"Oh, yes. And he's quite the little," He kissed Kotarou's belly, "screamer."
Kotarou started whimpering, "Don't, please, please, please, don't..."
"Don't." I said very frmly. "It's me you want. Not him. He did nothing wrong."
"You? Alright, we'll make a deal. You come for me willingly and I'll spare you both."
"Come where?"
He gave a sick smile and I knew what he wanted me to do. "You are a sick bastard."
He stood gracefully, never wavering the gun, and stalked over to me, placng the gun against my neck. He kissed me, forcing me against him, trying to arouse me. It didn't work. He explored my mouth, drinking me in and whispered against my lips, "How far are you willing to go for him?"
If that was the game, so be it. I kissed him long and deep, tossing him against he wall and forcing him deeper into my control. The others were watching with intrest, all except Kotarou, who was shaking his head crying. Gods. The man against me dropped the gun and wrapped his arms and legs around my body. I couldn't do this. I reached for my waistband, retrieving the handgun I had hidden, and I shot the man in my arms. Someone cried, "Son of a Bitch!" behind me. I whirled around an everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Kotarou jumped on the man reaching the gun on the floor and I kicked the asshole's face as he touched the gun. The third had tried to run from the room before I shot him in the leg to slow him down. "Where do you think you're going? Someone's gotta pay in blood for what you did to my Kotarou."
If the shit was gonna hit the fan, Kotarou needed out. I didn't want him to see me like this. It was not one of my better halves."Kotarou, leave. I don't want you to suffer any more of this." I didn't have to tell him twice. He shot out of that room. The man against the wall caught his leg before he could go any further. "Don't touch him!" I yelled, shooting his arm.
Kotarou continued out to the hall. When I couldn't see or hear him,I whirled on the three. "Who's your boss?"
"It was a great kiss, love. Wonderful." I pointed the gun in his direction.
"Don't fuck with me. You shot my relative, raped my boyfriend, and forced me to shoot you. I will not take any shit tonight. Who's your boss?"
"Really. My boss will be lucky to have you as a pet."
"I am no one's pet. Where can I find this boss of yours?"
"You can't. He knows what happened here tonight. He has this place wired with cameras, watching you every minute of your god-forsaken life. But don't worry, I'm sure he called the cops."
"You see that door beside you?" I said dragging him up by his shirt. "Through that door walked a victim of rape by your hand. I'm sure they'll find a DNA match. You're boss wouldn't be stupid enough to call the cops.
Nor am I less than intelligent and I dare you o insult m again."
"Shit."
"Shit is right, tough guy. You are getting what's coming to you and you are gonna swallow it and love it. Got it?"
"Got it." he whimpered. I wouldn't be surprised if he had shit his pants.
"Good."
I had gotten the information I needed out of him and his buddies. When I walked out of that room, I had blood across my chest and scrapes down my arms. Kotarou had asked me what happened. I took him in my arms and cried, dropping the gun where I stood. I whispered, "I'm sorry."
When I refused to look at him, he pulled away and walked in the room I had just left. He came running out and into the bathroom. I heard the sound of retching and crying from the bathroom. I had tortured those guys and the horror of it was just seeping into my soul. I had gotten the information, so why did I feel so bad?
A/N: I hope you loved this chapter, because I enjoyed writing it. Hopefully, the next Chapter won't have so much angst or crying. I know it's hard to imagine our bad-ass Tatsuki crying, but he felt like comeplete shit after torturing those guys. They were assholes so they deserved it. Anyway, R&R cuz I love you guys and love your reviews.
Peace out, brothers.