I Know it's late, I still blame my schools home work amount =_= but here it is ^^ Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own PoT or these guys, BUT! Any OC's in this story are mine, so far only Morgan has stood out.

As a request from a reader I'm making an OC's description at the start of the chapters from now on, so that you know how they look, not that long yet, but, maybe there'll be more in time.
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OC's:
Morgan: Ryoma's bodyguard. Morgan is 28 years old and pretty handsome; Tall (205cm.) and muscular (not overly pumped as Kabaji, but a little more harmonious and slender build), pitch black long hair gathered in a low ponytail behind him, vibrant green eyes and a harmonious face with manly features.
Morgan likes Ryoma, maybe more than professionally acceptable, but he knows he can't have the 13 year old boy and oath to protect him, not only from bodily harm but emotional too and everyone who wants Ryoma's affection will have to go through him!

Authors scrambled mind and what it means! =D

*Direct Thoughts* (rare for now anyway)

"Talk"

Flashbacks or dreams

Time and /or place

(Translation of the said sentence or Authors thoughts of the written)

Normal action, can contain thoughts or feelings, but that will be apparent to the reader (hopefully)

If you need more translations of my writing, please tell me, I try to keep the Japanese as simple as possible, but if you need translations just tell me and I'll put them up ^^
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Public Tennis courts

As the lazy day progressed, the only one not looking completely relaxed was Morgan. He kept scanning the area like a Cheetah would; to be sure nothing would harm her babies. The tennis regulars of Souyan were playing tennis to pass time and to practice new moves and each other too, Morgan never fully understood this, why run after a ball like a dog eager to return it to the owner, in this case both players thought the other to be the owner. But the game suddenly seemed less silly when Ryoma played and he could see his entire body move and follow the lithe muscles he'd developed from training for this game. Morgan barely noticed that Ryomas opponent was Kirihara, a sophomore from Rikkaidai, who looked overly eager. Ryoma had a small smirk right before he smashed and ended the game, 6-0 to Ryoma.
Ryoma looked around after something to drink and headed for the machines, Morgan stood up despite Ryomas protests and walked with him, smiling slightly over Ryoma who mumbled something about having a huge shadowing dog on the guard all the time. That's the last thing Morgan heard, he had let his guard down….
Ryoma shrieked when Morgans huges body fell partially on him and thought something inferior had caused this over protective action again and was about to scold him when he turned around and saw Morgan laying perfectly still on the ground with a small puddle of blood starting to form underneath him. He threw himself towards Morgan and started to shake him with tears running freely, not clearly thinking of the owner of the bullet.
"Morgan! MORGAN! You can't! You promised! Don't leave me!"
The others were stiff with shock and slight fear as Ryoma completely cracked open and overflowed with sorrow and his voice shook with sobs as the reality slowly came in on him: Morgan was gone…
The attackers came rushing out from the trees. Ryoma reacted more out of instinct than mind and bolted for it. He ran to get away from the attackers but at the same time, unconsciously, got his friends out of danger. He didn't hear their cries and screams of fear of Ryoma's dangerous situation but headed down the stairs, turned right down the street, ran over the street. Screeching tires followed him, but he didn't care, he didn't dare to look back, didn't dare to stop.
Run. Get away. Don't look back. Keep running. Over the bench. He heard the sound of gun fire and faintly felt the breeze of the bullet rustle his hair. He stopped breathing for a second before the growing sound of running feet and shouts caught his ears.
"Now! While he's stunned!"
Ryoma changed direction like a hunted hare and ran by an alley where screeching tires caught his attention and headlights hit him, freezing him like a deer on the road. He looked at it and the same kind of masked men, who had shot Morgan and now chased him, could be seen in the front seats of the van. He felt like his heart would explode or jump up his throat as he dodged it in the last second and sent himself rolling before getting up and backing away from the van maneuvering around to face him again. Ryoma gasped with fear and started running but was caught up with the van that drove in front of him, cutting his escape off. Two jumped out of the van and attacked, he turned around only to find the others having caught up with him. He suddenly felt the guys from behind grabbing him harshly. He started stuggling but stopped as a hand grabbed his throat and tightened it grip.
"Be still now.. or you won't live as long as you would like…"
Ryoma opened his eyes, the voice were familiar and yet, I weren't. He felt he knew the masked guy, but didn't. The tall mans brown eyes looked coldly upon him. No warmth in them, they suddenly turned glassy and the man collapsed, a yellow tennis ball slowly rolling away from him. The men holding him dragged him away, two others started shooting in the direction the tennis ball came from and Ryoma started struggling to get away again. He saw the regulars of Souyan jump out of the bullets way.
"HEY! LEAVE THEM ALONE!"
He kicked the one in front of him; his fear had turned into anger. The man cursed and had to regroups as the kick was a well placed blow between his legs from behind.
"Don't you DARE!"
He send a kick towards the other man while the ones dragging him suddenly had a hard job keeping him at bay. The man with the cold brown eyes had enough and hammered the handle of his gun at Ryoma's head.
The light slowly disappeared as he lost consciousness and everything went foggy around him. Faintly he felt himself flying before hitting something carpeted.. Carpet in the middle of the street…?

Unknown place, afternoon

He felt someone fondling his chest and stomach, he squirmed and groaned at the throbbing pain in his head. Everything was turning for his eyes as he opened them and his head was spinning. Nausea suddenly rose and he had to sacrifice his breakfast.
"Ew… The kid is awake.."
The voice was calm and at ease, not at all gloating. He looked up and was surprised to find the men without their masks.
"Your.. masks.. they're..!"
Ryoma's voice was low and disbelieving.
"Yeah kid… they're off.."
The familiar voice.. The man with cold brown eyes.. His head jerked towards the man and he nearly screamed again.
"Ah.. Still scared to shit of me I see.. You haven't grown must mentally since last I met you.."
A malicious smile graced his features. He was a beautiful man with wits and respect amongst his subordinates, but had a terrible temper and was heartless amongst the few who really knew him.
Ryoma trembled slightly as he came nearer and the man smiled with superiority.
"Aren't you gonna say hi? Ryoma-kun, you've forgotten your manners!"
Ryoma tried to move away, but couldn't he was fixed to the bed he sat in.
"Don't be so scared, we're just gonna keep you until your little adoptive brother pays your ransom. Until then, we're gonna show him what happens until he pays.. Shall we?"
Ryoma saw what the man reached for, a webcam… He turned it on so a little red light lit up and then turned to Ryoma again a monitor beside the webcam blinked and turned on and showed what the webcam filmed; himself on a bed with a terrified look in his eyes. He knew this guy, but no one else knew that he knew him. He'd approach him once in America and tried to take him then, his bodyguard, before Morgan, had died that day.
"I say, the cat's pretty much out of the bag, don't you?"
Ryomas eyes grew wide as he knew what ever came next would be unpleasant to him. The man then reached into a bag beside the table with the monitor and webcam and drew out a 9-tailed whip with some nasty looking hooks on the ends and a red ball on a string. The first thing he understood, the next, not so much a black leather string with a bright red ball on the middle of the string.
"You don't dare!"
Ryoma looked where the voice had come from and hoped to find his savior, but it was merely loudspeakers in the monitor. He couldn't see the owner of the voice but knew it was Ryoga.
"Untie him and turn him around.."
A barking order that was immediately responded to by the two large men who first seized him on the street, they held his arms in a painful iron grip and turned him around so his side faced the webcam, making it possible for the viewers to see everything. He struggled as they divided up, one holding his arms and one his legs over the bed. His shirt was then ripped off and the red ball forced into his mouth and the string tied up behind his head to keep it in place.
"Sorry for the rude way to shut you up, but I want to hear what your bastard brother says when we do this, and you're probably going to be noisy without it."
He lowered Ryoma's shorts after thinking a little and maybe lingered a little to long for it to be casual.
He mumbled below his breath and smiled sickly, Ryoma saw it in a mirror on the wall over his restraints head, and he hated that half perverted look he could give.
The man swung the whip and tore long red stripes on the pale back. Ryoma felt it like his back was burned with a branding iron and screamed, but the scream was muffled by the red plastic ball. The man laughed.
"STOP IT!"
The shouts came from the loudspeakers again but Ryoma nearly didn't hear it, it was as if it came from a far. Tears started streaming down his face and he squirmed with pain as the whip hit again.
"Boys! How many you think he can take before passing out?"
The man ignored Ryoga and the others shouts, Ryoma couldn't hear the difference in them anymore, they blurred out as the whip hit again and tore blood from the smooth skin and started to pool up and run down his sides and the man started to be exited behind him.
His back started to get numb and he couldn't scream everytime the whip hit him anymore, he was exhausted. It felt like hours before he stopped. The sounds was muffled and he fell in and out of consciousness. He lay limp over the bed and hadn't even noticed that the two men no longer held him. His back felt warm with burning threads scattered over it but more concentrated towards the center of his back.
"Hmm… not entirely out cold…"
A soft crying was heard in the back ground. It wasn't himself, Ryoma thought. It was soft and feminine, a soft voice tried to calm the crying voice down.
"200 million for this boy, after a week the price is halved into 100 million…"
A silence followed before a male voice cut in.
"Why is it halved?"
Ryoma slowly heard clearer again and heard the man answer with glee..
"Because after a week you'll be paying for his body to bury beside his mothers..!"
A rough hand stroked his painful back and rubbed the blood around. Ryoma groaned softly with pain but it only made the man press his hand harder and keep rubbing. A muffled scream vibrated in Ryomas throat this time and he sobbed with fresh tears starting to fall from the sudden wake-up call.
"We'll pay! Just don't hurt him anymore! PLEASE!"
Nanako... Ryoma cringed as the man drew small circles on the exposed part of his ass and tried to move away without moving his back too much, he failed and cringed again, this time with pain.
"Stay here Ryoma-kun, you can't get away anyway…"
He sounded like he had fun. He sounded slightly deranged. Ryoga shouted unbecoming words as The man removed the ball from Ryomas mouth and whispered his name into Ryomas ears and pressed a finger inside him.
"Thomas Jacobs, Remember that name!"
Ryoma widened his eyes from the sudden pain and screamed again. His Voice was rugged from the pointless screaming from the whipping.
"You have 2 days to get everything in order, the first payment day is that day, if you fail the payment you'll get two more days before the next opportunity, and if you fail you have 3 days before he's dead. The first payment can be done in the mall you frequent. Unlike any other criminal I like public places. I don't care how many police men is there because if you open fire your precious, little, delicious boy here will die. The money will be delivered on the top floor at the restaurants where this little guy will be waiting safely secured, ready to get picked up or taken away again, depends on what your actions are."
Ryoga never got to say a word before the computer was turned off and thereby the webcam and loudspeakers.
"But.. Tom… we aren't allowed to give him back! We're supposed to deliver him in America"
Shut the hell up! Idiot, now Ryoma knows.. shees! Well, better be sure he won't open his mouth."
He slowly dragged his finger in circles inside Ryoma, who squirmed with displeasure and pain and groaned while stubbornly trying not to cry again.
"It wouldn't hurt getting some REAL money out of this… What are you staring at?"
He lifted a brow at his henchmen starring at him and his hand molesting Ryoma.
"Well, you're kind of… raping him you know…?"
Thomas lifted both brows now and smiled smugly before laughing slightly and grinning like a wolf.
"Yeah I know, teasing him a bit…"
He looked down at Ryomas flushed cheeks and his embarrassed and painful expression and back to his henchmen, obviously jealous and astounded by the small sounds that emitted from the boy.
"But see it as a way to break him down as the boss wants, he waited for so long now, took me two bodyguards to get him!"

Hospital, same evening.

The ambulance had roared through the city to bring a wounded man in. A tall, beautiful man in the 20's, was the report. Terrified high-schoolers had call the shooting in and said their friend was being chased. The bullet had entered the man's back and flown out the front and therefore missed the bones. He's just left surgery and was placed in a room until he woke up. A group of the youths was assembled in the room with him, some joined in later on. They all wore t-shirts and shorts and tennis shoes and had a tennis racquet in their hand.
A boy with short and curly red hair cried his eyes out on the shoulders on a taller boy with short black hair and two strands on his forehead. A tall bespectacled boy with a serious expression stood by the window. Another tall boy with black hair stood near a blue-haired boy with a hand on his shoulder. The blue-haired had small tears running down his cheeks but weren't sobbing at all, the rest look like they were in shock. The vacuum of silence was broken by a little voice from the corner.
"He'll be okay… Right? Ryoma is going to be okay.. Right?.. They're gonna find him..?"
This boy the nurses knew, Atobe Keigo, a rich boy, usually very happy about himself, but right now highly concerned about the boy who was kidnapped, another well known boy, this time globally known, Echizen Ryoma.
"Hai, Atobe-san, Ryoma's gonna be okay, he's strong!"
Another bespectacled boy said, he had long black-blue hair.
"He have to!"

That was a little longer than first anticipated =O
Ryoma: *stares and blushes*
Morgan: What?
Ryoma: He touched my behind from the inside! *turns a deeper shade of red*
others: We noticed…
Ryoma: AND? Don't you wanna scold Authoress for it?
Momo: naaah, it IS Rated pretty high and…
Ryoma: What? T_T
Yukimura: As horrible as it is, your little sounds are adorable! =3
Fuji: And the way you blush and tries to hide your groans is sexy! ^^
Ryoma: *is about to smack them with his Racquet*
Tezuka:* Stops him and takes the Racquet from him, giving him a frying pan instead*
Yukimura, Fuji, Momo: WHAAAT! WAAAAH *runs off with Ryoma after them with froth around his mouth*