Iruka woke slowly, blinking, and cuddled into the body next to him with a sleepy grin. He no longer woke disoriented; he was getting used to being in Kakashi's house. Kakashi murmured, still asleep, and pulled him closer, his hand stroking his shoulder. Iruka sighed and kissed his shoulder.
"Morning." Kakashi mumbled, snuggling tighter against him. "'time is it?"
"Don't know." Iruka said, smiling. "But the sun is up. So we should be too."
"Meh." Kakashi grumbled, cracking his blue eye and peering at Iruka. "'s what I get for…." He yawned. "For sleeping with a workaholic."
Iruka laughed and wiggled out of Kakashi's grip, yawning and stretching. "Mmm." He winced as the motion made his bruises ache; Kakashi reached out and stroked his stomach, seeing the momentary pain. "I'm ok." Iruka said, smiling again.
Kakashi laughed and sat up, stretching. "What do you want to do today?" he asked, scratching his face. Iruka sighed and leaned over, kissing him.
"I need to get some work done, Kakashi." Iruka said regretfully. "I'm falling behind in my schoolwork; I can't, or I'll loose my scholarship." He said, rising. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Kakashi yawned and slid out of bed, scratching his head. "Look. Let's take a shower, grab some breakfast, and you can get to work. I need to run a few errands. When you're ready to take a break, we can head over and pack up your stuff; you're in the university dorm, right? You can't have that much stuff. Then you can work more while I make dinner."
Iruka blinked; Kakashi had a knack for organizing things. He smiled a little wryly; again, he felt that, if he was more in control of his life, it might be annoying, but it was…nice to have someone doing it for him. "Sounds good." He said, smiling.
Kakashi reached for him and pulled him against his body, kissing him gently. "Good. To the shower!"
…
Iruka sighed and rubbed his head; god, his headache just wouldn't go away. He'd finished two classes worth of work, and was working on the third advanced class now. He had to turn in a twenty page research paper on behavioral inconsistencies in abused children. The topic was an unsettling one, especially with his recent…issues. Kakashi had been gone nearly three hours.
Sighing, Iruka rubbed his neck and bent back to his work. Studies have shown that children who have been abused…
…
Mizuki let himself in the front door, his body tense. He'd seen that Hatake bastard leave, and he'd waited long enough for Iruka, hopefully, to be involved in whatever he was doing. He silently closed the door and stepped inside, his lips curving into a smile. So Iruka thought that running to Kakashi was going to save him? Hah…Iruka belonged to Mizuki. And it was time that he came home.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out the bottle he'd brought, then carefully prepared the syringe and filled it, tapping it to clear the air bubbles. Stashing the bottle back into his coat, he slipped through the house, keeping his ears stretched for any hint of noise that would indicate where his little puppy was at. Finally, he found Iruka, conveniently facing away from the door, his nose buried in his books. It didn't take anything at all to slip up behind him and slam the needle home, pushing the plunger in before Iruka had time to react. He grabbed Iruka, adoring the frightened look on Iruka's face, throwing him to the floor and pinning him with his body as he waited for the drug to take effect.
"Hello, my little Iruka." He purred, kissing Iruka's forehead. "Good to see you again."
Iruka struggled trying to free his arms, his back arching in a parody of sexual enjoyment. It was turning Mizuki on badly; he felt his cock hardening and sighed. "You shouldn't do that, puppy. I was going to wait…
He punched Iruka hard in the face, then sat up and started undoing his pants. "But I suppose…to pass the time, since you seem so eager…" he said, grinning. Iruka, dazed from the punch, tried to claw the floor to crawl away, but Mizuki punched him in the stomach, then bent and unfastened Iruka's pants. He tugged them down and climbed off Iruka, flipping him over and positioning the now-unresisting Iruka. Stroking his cock, he slapped Iruka's ass, licking his lips in satisfaction at the broken whimper that escaped Iruka's lips. "So beautiful." He murmured, then positioned himself and forced his cock into Iruka's ass. Iruka cried out, his body spasming, and Mizuki laughed breathlessly. "Ah. This is going to be fast; I can't take the chance of your little Kakashi coming home and finding us. So…" He gripped Iruka's hips and started slamming into him, groaning in pleasure; Iruka's whimpered cries of pain just adding to his delight. He pushed himself hard, fucking Iruka's sweet ass with brutal force, and came quickly, grinding into Iruka. He pulled out, sighing, and rose, walking into the bathroom.
Grabbing some toilet paper, he wiped himself clean and tucked himself away, then returned and gave Iruka a quick cleaning. Rising, he flushed the toilet paper and then dressed Iruka like a doll. Then he pulled him out the door, closing it firmly behind him.
…
Kakashi sighed and let himself in the front door, glancing at the clock. His errands had taken way too long; the coach had wanted to talk about next season's line-up and Kakashi, being the star jock, had been forced to participate. Letting the bags slide to the counter, he walked into the dining room, expecting to see Iruka still hard at work. However, the books were there-but no Iruka. Frowning, Kakashi checked the rest of the house, at first slowly but with mounting apprehension. Returning to the dining room, he stared at the notebook. Iruka had broken off mid-sentence; his pencil was lying on the floor.
Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong.
He searched the house again, looking for clues, for anything that might tell him where Iruka had gone-or been taken-but there was nothing. He hesitated, and then ran out of the house. Mizuki…Mizuki has Iruka…
…
Kabuto was a fourth year medical student. He wasn't, by nature, a good man, and he'd been involved in his fair share of illegal things. Drugs, whores, beatings…but when he walked into the room where Mizuki was keeping his little pet, even he had to pause.
He'd known Mizuki for a long time, but he'd never met Iruka. He sat his case down and gently turned the tanned man, noting the fading bruises on his neck, now overlaid with new ones. "Strangulation sex?" he asked Mizuki, raising his eyebrows.
Mizuki flushed. "No. He just makes me so angry…" Mizuki looked away, drawing his shoulders in tight. "He disobeys me, and he fights back. He doesn't know his place yet. He'll learn…"
He'd better do it fast, Kabuto thought. He shooed Mizuki out of the room, ignoring Mizuki's distrustful, suspicious glance, then stripped Iruka down and gave him a thorough look-over. Rape, evidence of hard, brutal sex, old and new bruises, scars that were probably old cuts on his chest and stomach…chafe marks on his wrists and ankles. Mizuki hadn't even bothered to clean him up from their last round of sex; dried cum and blood crusted the inside of Iruka's ass cheeks and his legs. Frowning in disgust, Kabuto walked to the bathroom and got a washcloth, then cleaned Iruka carefully, wincing at the tearing he could see in Iruka's ass.
He's probably in a lot of pain. Kabuto opened his case and pulled out his vials of stolen or black-market pain killers, weighing two options in his hands before replacing one. The one he'd chosen would not only block out the pain, but it would make Iruka woozy and detached. Probably a good thing, Kabuto thought with a rare flash of sympathy.
He filled the syringe and tapped it. Before he could administer it, Iruka woke and whimpered softly, his cinnamon-brown eyes full of pain and terror. "Shh." Kabuto said softly, brushing his fingers across Iruka's forehead. "I'm going to give you a painkiller; it'll make you feel better, I promise." He gently pulled Iruka's arm out and tapped the inside arm, looking for a vein.
"Help me." Iruka whispered, a tear streaking his face. "Help me, please…"
"I can't." Kabuto said shortly. "This is all I can do for you."
Iruka continued to stare at him while Kabuto inserted the needle. Kabuto waited a moment, stroking the injection area with his finger, then packed his case up and turned to leave. Just before he left, he heard Iruka whisper something.
Reluctantly, Kabuto returned to his bedside, bending over to put his ear next to Iruka's mouth. "Kakashi…tell…Kakashi." Iruka said, his lips barely moving. "Please…"
Kabuto pulled back, staring down at the tanned man thoughtfully. He turned and walked back into the living room. Mizuki was standing by the kitchen counter, a drink in his hands, jittering and staring at the door. "I cleaned him up, gave him a painkiller. I'll leave it with you, along with some needles." Kabuto said, pulling the bottle and a handful of needles out. "No more than 10ccs every four hours-give him too much, and you'll have a vegetable on your hands." Kabuto said coolly, placing the items on the counter. "It'll not only numb his pain but it'll make him groggy and pliable, so you'll like it. No more after this bottle, though. It's addictive, and hard to get, and getting him hooked would be stupid."
Mizuki set the glass down and moved towards him, a hard light in his eyes. Reaching out, Mizuki brushed his fingers across Kabuto's cheek. "I don't have to tell you not to be spouting off about this, do I?" Mizuki asked softly. "Because I really like you, and I'd hate to have to do something to shut you up…"
"Please." Kabuto brushed Mizuki's fingers away and gave him a blank stare. "As if I give a shit what's going on. You pay me; I gave him drugs. That's all I care about."
Mizuki laughed and pulled Kabuto towards him, an eerily playful look on his face. "Are you sure you just want money?" Mizuki asked, licking his lips. "I could offer you some…service…to go along with that."
Kabuto scowled and broke Mizuki's hold. "No, thank you. I see how you treat your pets…I have no desire to end up my own patient. I've got to go; Dr. Orochimaru will be looking for me."
Mizuki scowled, but then his face cleared and he shrugged, turning away. "I might need you again. I'll call you."
"Just remember the price." Kabuto said coldly, then turned and left.
…
Kabuto sat at the bar, nursing his whiskey and coke, and staring sightlessly at the wall. Visions of Iruka's eyes staring at him were haunting him. He shifted, feeling both annoyed and…guilty.
Help me, please…
Kabuto scowled. I don't get involved. I do what they ask, take their money, and leave. I don't care.
Kakashi…
Shit. Kabuto tossed back the rest of the drink and stood. He wasn't sure what he was going to do; going straight to Kakashi's would be stupid. And possibly suicidal. Mizuki was fucking crazy, that much was for sure. He frowned, staring at the wall again, and made up his mind.
…
Kakashi had been everywhere looking for Iruka. He'd even found Mizuki's house, but they weren't there. He was going out of his mind. Finally, he'd staggered into the police station and frantically laid the story out for Ibiki. Ibiki had promised him they'd find Iruka, and then sent him home.
He was sitting on the bed, legs curled under him, once again cursing himself. How could he have left Iruka alone for so long? How could he have put Iruka in so much danger? He knew what kind of bastard Mizuki was. It was his fault, all of it. His head sank to his knees and he resisted the urge to bawl. Iruka was in danger, probably being abused, raped…tortured, for all he knew. And it was his fault…
A noise at the window startled him; for a moment, he could only stare. Then he jumped up and flipped the window open. Iruka…please, please be Iruka…
But it wasn't. It was a white-haired kid; Kakashi couldn't place him, and he couldn't imagine why he was crawling into his window. The kid gave him an irritated glance when Kakashi made no effort to help him over the ledge; standing, he straightened his shirt, and then sighed.
"You're Kakashi, right?" The kid asked. Kakashi nodded, standing and opening his mouth to demand an explanation, but the boy held his hand up.
"Listen. You don't know me; that's going to stay that way, too. I could be in some serious shit for this, but…Mizuki's keeping Iruka in one of those broken-down apartment complexes along the river. Building A-9, room 24. Don't ask me how I know; don't ask me anything. Just go fucking get him. He's…"
Kakashi moved before he knew what he was going to do; fisting his hand under the kid's chin, he shoved him back, breaking off the boy's words. "How is he? Tell me…what, were you one of Mizuki's little fuck-buddies? Did you touch him? I'll kill you…"
"Knock it off." The kid snapped, wincing. "I never touched him; as if I would. I swear…I didn't do anything but clean him up and give him some drugs. Iruka needs you; Mizuki's getting worse. If you leave him alone there, he's going to fucking kill him."
Kakashi growled into the man's face, then turned, grabbing his shirt. He didn't give a shit about the boy; he'd figure him out later.
He considered going himself, but he knew, he knew, that if he caught Mizuki alone, he'd kill him. And Ibiki said he was doing worse things…
…
Ibiki growled at him, but Kakashi stood his ground. "I'll keep to the back. I won't interfere. But I'm going."
"This isn't a fucking game." Ibiki snarled, his eyes hard and flat. "This Mizuki's in deeper than we thought…this could be bad, and…"
"He's got Iruka." Kakashi said flatly. "And I told you where to find him. I could have gone myself; I could have tried on my own. I came to you; I want to be there."
Ibiki stared at Kakashi. Finally, he sighed. "You're right. You did…and you deserve to be there. But you stay back; you don't go unless we tell you it's clear, and I don't care what happens. You wear protection. You obey my commands."
Kakashi impatiently agreed. He shortly found himself being outfitted; bullet-proof vest, visor, the works. He silently climbed into the truck and sat, listening while Ibiki went over the entrance plan. The men in the truck were heavily armed; Kakashi was starting to get seriously worried.
Iruka, hold on. We're coming…