Horohoro held Ren's limp form in his arms, holding him tightly and glaring at the boy's attacker, displaying to him a very rude finger sign indeed.
"You bastard!" he screamed, enraged. "How could you do something like this!? Huh!? Why don't you do your own laundry if you care so much!? You fat bastard...if you touch Ren ever again, I swear I'll personally kill you!"
"Ah...it's you again." Zan Ching grinned, walking down the stairs towards Horohoro. "Don't make me laugh, kid. The boy's mine."
The Ainu defensively tightened his hold on the unconcious Ren, refusing to back down. "Yours? Don't you dare talk about Ren as if he belongs to you!"
"Oh, but he does. After all, I'm his husband..."
"That doesn't mean anything! If you're his husband, you should be taking care of him!"
"...And since I'm his husband," Zan Ching continued, ignoring Horohoro, "...I can do whatever I please with him. He's nothing more than my little bitch." He approached Horohoro, a malicious glint in his eyes. "It's also my responsibility to make sure that anyone who interferes with our wonderful marriage dies a slow and painful death."
"Don't get any closer," he hissed, backing away slowly. "Don't you dare..."
"What if I do dare?"
Horohoro yelped as Zan Ching was upon him in an instant, knocking him down. He felt Ren being torn from his grasp and thrown carelessly to the side like an unwanted object.
"Now that he's out of the way...I can kill you."
His large fingers encircled Horohoro's throat, squeezing tightly. He was trapped, pinned under his gigantic gut, being crushed and strangled to death. "G-Get off me! Damn you, you fat bastard! Get off!" Horohoro struggled, trying to free himself, with no avail.
Zan Ching squeezed tighter still.
Horohoro choked, his eyes were wide, he couldn't breathe. His heart was pounding, his head was feeling horribly light. Out of the corner of his eye, to his amazement, he could see Ren regaining conciousness.
The Chinese boy's eyes grew wide as he saw Horohoro trying to fight off his attacker. He ran towards the scuffle, a desperate look in his eyes. "Stop it! Please! Don't hurt him, please...Stop it! Stop it!" he screamed, trying frantically to pull Zan Ching away.
"Don't interrupt, you ungrateful brat!" Zan Ching struck Ren, sending him sprawling. "So you haven't had enough, eh? I'll show you..."
To his relief, Horohoro felt the grip on his throat release him. He coughed, gasping for air. The moment of relief did not last long, however, as he felt his hands being jerked behind his back and tied tightly, disallowing him to move.
Zan Ching walked away from him and towards Ren's prone form on the floor, a throaty growl rising from within him. "I'll take care of you first..." he hissed. "I'll make your little Ainu lover watch...and the it'll be your turn to watch as I kill him."
"No...please..." Ren's eyes were wide as Zan Ching advanced towards him. Horohoro wriggled his arms furiously. "Don't touch him!" he screamed, but he was ignored.
Zan Ching grabbed Ren's wrists and pinned him to the floor. Ren struggled desperately, thrashing and kicking. "Stop moving!" Zan Ching growled. He took both of Ren's wrists in his left hand, slamming them above his head onto the ground. Ren cried out in pain, and the fat man's free hand traveled downwards and began jerking at Ren's clothing.
"STOP IT!" Horohoro screamed. "LET HIM GO!" he entirely lost his temper as he stumbled to his feet and charged towards them. He couldn't use his hands, but he always had his head. He lunged forward, sinking his teeth into Zan Ching's hand. Zan Ching roared, and Horohoro then swung his head sideways, slamming it into the man's skull.
His head was throbbing with pain from the impact, but he was pleased as Zan Ching toppled forwards, unconcious. The Ainu turned his hands towards Ren, quickly asking him to untie them.
Ren fumbled with the rope, finally letting the cords fall to the floor. As soon as he was free, Horohoro grabbed Ren, lifted him up, and ran out the door, holding him tightly.