(Important, Important, Important) A/N- Oh. My. God. I'm a fucking idiot! I looked through all my chapters and realized that I left out a few key details when I was doing this story…..IT'S THE FOURTH SEASON! I can't believe I forgot to bring that up! That's actually the reason that they 'missed' there original flight. Zach wanted to come along with them, so he escaped from the loony bin….Again….and found them right before they went to the airport. Sweets also came along but he…..okay in truth I just forgot about him but he was suppose to be there I swear. God I'm an idiot! I forgot to bring this up and for that I am truly sorry. Will you ignore the fact that that I skipped over these important details. Please and thank you. Lets just have Sweets fly in after getting a call from Bones the previous day(off screen of course) and then all will be fixed. PS: The villain will be revealed next chapter and I will be posting a poll asking who you think it is. Check it out! PPS- I'm putting in some random stuff (not funny stuff…just a bit random. Stuff that I'm sewing into the plot to thicken it up a bit) so just work with be but if you must…then it's alright to flame. PPPS- this the story is now rated M for the following: Some bad language, rape, torture, detailed descriptions of cannibalistic incidents, mental break downs, consideration of suicide, extreme Catatonia towards the end, and perhaps character death if I feel like killing some of the characters off.

Chapter 11- Zack and his secret

Yuki pov

Five minutes….Five minutes until at least two bullets would ring out in the early morning. One into someone that, to me was more precious then gold, and the other into a person who would be losing someone they can't live without. I was a coward. A real coward who was willing to take the easy way out….someone who couldn't even go to see his lover during their last few moments of life. I was definitely going to hell for this. If I hadn't kicked the Brat out that night, if he hadn't….been…out that night then he wouldn't have gone through what I had to go through, he wouldn't have had any reason to kill Taki and no one would have suspected him. He would live.

Four minutes…four more minutes until I'd go to hell and Shuichi would find his way to heaven. A small smile formed on my lips. One good thing was coming out this. I would finally see Kitazawa and face my demons. A low mirthless chuckle rose up in my throat. One that kinda scared me. I wonder if it's possible to kill a person in hell and if so where would they go.

Three minutes….Three. I lifted my left arm and pointed the barrel of the gun at my temple. My back slid down the wall and I slumped forward slightly, looking at something in my right hand. The lighter….one of the few pictures I had of you. The madmans laugh returned to me. Few pictures….haha…okay perhaps it wasn't a few…more like hundreds. Most of them were of Shuichi sleeping, of when he wasn't paying attention. I had to do it around these times. Any other time he would have glomped me for being so 'cute' as he put it. God….he would love it though. I paused. He would love it…to know he meant so much to me…but I guess he wasn't gonna get to know that.

Two minutes…..two minutes left. I set the gun aside for a moment and lit a cigarette to clearf my head…..One minute.

The phone started to ring but I ignored it. I only watched the clock. Fifty seconds….the phone continued to ring. Forty seconds…more ringing. Thirty seconds…..I blocked out the sound. Twenty seconds….voices but I paid no mind to them. Ten seconds….I moved my finger to the trigger. Five seconds….the voice of that one Temperance Brennan woman came on. Four….three.

"Yuki-san! Yuki-san! You have to pick up the phone! It's about Shindou-san."

Two….one….zer….

"He's not in the holding cell….no one knows where he is."

My cigarette fell from my lips and the gun laid on the floor, forgotten. I rushed over to the phone and nearly pulled it out of the wall as I grabbed it.

"I'll be there in five." I didn't wait for an answer….I just went out the door, towards the parking lot. Hmmmm…..five minutes. It was ten minutes away when going at sixty miles an hour. Guess I would have to break a few traffic rules to get there on time. I got in the car and drove off.

Zack pov (this is purely explanation pretty much….to help the plot move along…mainly just Random thoughts Zack has been having)

I stood there looking at nothing in particular, alone. The master….he was dead. Booth had killed him….I knew he had but there was something going on and there was no denying that fact. I was keeping secrets even now. I don't know why I was hiding it but I was. Maybe I feared those still playing this game. Gormagon's game. A war, worldwide, where the Gormagons in each country would gather their apprentices and fight. It happened every three decades.

The war had restarted a year ago and almost all of them were dead already. One pair was still left in France, another in Germany, two pairs in Japan, a single woman in Brazil, one pair in England, and lastly me. I still worry about my safety. I had no one to protect me like the others. The apprentices in America may have been expendable but others held great pride for theirs.

I was actually quite surprised to find that the masters were different in each country. Japan, they usually used a dagger of some sort to kill the person and ate them raw. Germany, they tortured, kill, and then cooked . Brazil, eaten alive. France, cooked alive. And Enland, well they….did horrid things to people. I was brought out of my thoughts as a young looking man came though the door. His suit was wrinkled and looked as though it had been slept in. The boy had deep circles under his eyes.

"Sweets?"

"This was really hard to cover up Zack….you know that?" Sweets sighed looking at the guy in front of him. "It's really hard to cover up the fact that a murderer is missing from an asylum…."

"Perhaps it would be….but if so then why aren't you back in DC handling it?" I asked.

"Well I did handle it….but when you get back you may have to say you've been receiving….some special help down here…..After I was done getting all that sorted out I hopped on the next flight here."

"Understood." I muttered bluntly as I stared out at nothing.

Sweets gave me a strange look, "Zack?"

"hmmm?"

"You seem distracted…like something important is on your mind."

I looked him straight in the eye, "Yes….something is on my mind."

"Well….then what is it? I'm a psychologist not a psychic," He said as he sat down beside me and looked me over. "I can't do a thing if you don't tell me what's wrong."

I thought about it for a moment and decide if needed to be said even if I didn't want to think about what was going on. Sweets could be trusted, "…..the master."

He was shocked by this for a moment but recovered soon after, "It's understandable to have these feelings….you still feel a connection with Gormagon….but you have to remember that he's dead…a society can't function without it's leader and sense he's gone and your not physically with them….the people Gormagon led probably went into hiding."

I leaned my head into hands and peeked through my fingers down at the floor. "What if I said he wasn't ever the leader?"

"What?"

"He was never the real leader….no….that was the elder…Gormagon is….the 'Gormagons' are…..only the pawns," I whispered nervously. "In the beginning there are many Gormagons in major countries. Every thirty years they hold a tournament of sorts….both apprentice and master must compete. In the end only one is left standing and they become the new elder. They then take the first four years of their leadership to gather the new Gormagons. They tell them their purpose, tells them to choose their apprentice, and send them on their way….the only real reason I've survived so long is because I've been in that Asylum….I…I should have just told somebody….I put Shu in danger"

It was silent as I looked at the floor. Slowly I lifted my head to look directly at him only to find that he was completely dumbstruck by what I had said, "….What?"

"Well one you address the younger man by a nickname meaning you have actually grown close to this kid that you don't know much about in such a short period of time…which for you is an amazing feet….and Let not forget…I don't know…That you forgot to mention all this a couple months ago!"

"I…h..hoped to…well…I hoped to wait until they killed each other off and when the last one came for me I'd be ready! I…I'd win and this madness would end! The elder is to old to find more…this all would end with me," I stuttered out. Before I could stop myself the following made it passed my lips, "Don't speak of Shu as though he was a stranger! I've known him for years!"

My hands shot up to cover my mouth. He stared at me for a moment, "You've know him for years? Do the others know?"

"No! I didn't even recognize him at first. We hadn't see each other for years…we mostly just wrote letters to each other and called one another," Crap! Shut up, shut up, shut up you fucking idiot!

"On the way in Dr. Brennan told me….that the criminal had started…eating the body. It's one of the Gormagons isn't it?" He stated. "That's why you're so upset about this. You know the guy and you know what's going on while the others don't. That's it isn't it! How do you even know him?"

"None of your business!" I hissed.

"It became my business the moment I found out this involved a federal case," Sweets said glaring. Both of us were on our last nerve. "Now….how do you know him? This could have been why he was targeted. You may be putting him in danger."

I stood up abruptly, causing my chair to fall back. My face was red with anger and shame, "Don't you think I know that! He's my friend! Do you think I want to put him in danger?"

"Well you aren't doing anything to help him!"

My hand lashed out and knocked a nearby vase off its table. It shattered on the floor into hundreds of little pieces. I stared at them for a moment, slowly picking up my chair, and sitting back down. I put my head in my hands and tried to breath evenly. This was more stress then I needed.

The door to the room creaked open to reveal Hodgins, "Just came in to tell you that Yuki was here and to make sure everything was okay in here, we heard something break."

"Everything's fine….my arm just bumped the vase….it fell." Sweets laughed nervously. The look Hodgin's gave him said he didn't believe a word he said.

"Hey Sweets….when did you get here?" He asked. "Wow you look like shit?"

"Well…a fourteen hour flight will do that to you," Sweets shrugged.

Hodgins looked over at me and his face fell, "So…all good then?"

I lifted my head out of my hands and tried to fake a smile, "All good."

His eyes were sad as he left the room, "kay."

Once he was gone Sweets turned back to me with a determined look, "You need to tell me your connection with Mr. Shindou."

"Find out yourself," I said icily.

"The other's need to know."

I paused for a moment before finally answering, "….They don't need to know about me and Shuichi…..but everything else…you can go ahead and say everything else."

I hoped he got the full meaning, "So that secret comes out tonight?"

I'm glad he didn't need me to be blunt, "Yeah."

As we walked in we came face to face with Yuki, the people all around him were arguing. Something that I found incredibly unnerving. He looked worse then Sweets and that was saying a lot. There were dark bags under his eyes and stubble was growing slowly onto his face. His clothes were dirty and though he didn't reek, he didn't smell pleasant.

Shu had been sending me letters for the past year and a half` talking about this guy and I was surprised to say that he didn't live up to his reputation. Shuichi had said the man was Cold towards him but all I could see was warmth in his eyes as he spoke fondly of him. The way he looked and the way he was acting clearly showed that he cared for the boy greatly. His eyes shifted over to me and stopped, raising an eyebrow. Perhaps he had seen the pictures of me and Shuichi we had taken during my last trip. Shu may have looked much different from when we last saw each other but I sure didn't.

Sweets let out a deep sigh at the sight of the people fighting, put two fingers in his mouth, and did a whistled so loud that it actually hurt my ears. Everyone turned to him, "Yes well…now that I've gotten your attention (He looked over at me)…Zack had something to say."

I stared at him for a moment. I was sure that it had been decided that 'he' would tell them but I suppose that was to much to ask. "I…I guess I'll start with this….I haven't been entirely honest with you all….about….about certain things….."

I paused for a moment and looked directly at one of the people before me "War is a scary thing don't you think Booth?"

He stared at me in shock because of the blunt statement, "Yes…yeah it is."

"Was it hard to get things back to normal…put yourself back into society?" He didn't answer me, only continued to stare. "I'm asking if you've ever felt that it would have been better to stay and fight in the war instead of coming back to try to live a normal life."

"You went to Iraq to, Zack, you know how it feels….you know how it feels to make that transition," He sighed. "You made it when you came back here? You know that the transition was tough."

"What if I said there was no transition?" they just looked at me. "That there was more to the Gormangon society then what I had told you in the beginning."

"Gormagon huh? The brat said you talked about a lot? One of the only things that worried him about you," Yuki said shrugging. I glared at him. Well at least he hadn't said when I told him. That would have been a hard thing to explain sense I had first told Shu about my involvement and fears of being with The murderer before I got caught. At first I had said I had killed the man but after receiving a tear stained letter saying that I was like his lover I decided to just tell him the truth….the whole truth so long has he promised not to tell anyone. "He didn't even tell me anything about it other then you had been involved."

The other's gave me strange looks but allow me to continued, "Well…the thing that I left out was the fact that…there is more then one Gormagon….more then one apprentice. And we were fighting a war out there….bigger then anything in history. This war happens every thirty years….the goal is to find a new elder. The elder is the actual leader of the society."

"What?" Hodgins asked in surprise. The other's jaws dropped open.

"There are three main rules that are in this little game…very acceptable rules….but not everyone follows them," I listed the rules slowly, watching their reaction. "One- Never kill them while they sleep….the elder will know and he will find you. Two- No alliances outside your partnership….or at least break the alliance by the end and lastly Three- Never kill the apprentice….even in the end when it is time to Choose the elder….if they are the last ones left….the master is to allow the apprentice to kill them. Only the American Gormagon disregards this rule….He thought of them as toys that he could do anything with and often kill them to find a new one if they were no longer useful and just so he didn't get in trouble with the elders he would ask the new apprentice to take the blame….it was allowed….and even telling them where to find the person counts as it being them who took the person down."

I waited for what I said to sink in and one by one they realized what I meant by my words. First Dr. Brennan, then Cam, Hodgins Angela, and finally Booth. Just to make myself completely clear I said it out loud, "I never really killed anyone…I just kinda…helped them get killed."

After I had finished Angela ran at me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. She was crying. "So…So…you…didn't…you didn't…"

My eyes softened, "Yeah….I didn't do it. I just needed to stay in that asylum for my own safety. It's more difficult to break into then a jail. I just wanted to be the last one left so I could end this. When the elder would die…I wouldn't take his place and this non-sense would be over…oof!" Another body collided into me and I was surprised to see who it was. Dr. Brennan had her arms rapped around me and tears were streaming down her face. I had never seen her so emotional….perhaps it was Shu's influences working on her.

"Why tell us all this now," Booth whispered, his eyes boring into mine. "It's been nearly a year."

I licked my dry and tried to hold his gaze, "This isn't just a cannibal were dealing with here….this is one of the Gormagons of Japan."

Moments after I said this someone's phone rang. Yuki picked it up and clicked talk. As the voice spoke on the other line he became pale and worried looking, "He's where? Okay I'll be right there."

He hung up the phone and rushed towards the door, "Who was that?"

He turned back to me and his eyes held true concern, "My brother Tatsuha just called me….Tohma's in the hospital." He walked off and we followed.

Shu's pov

It's cold…really cold, enough to where I feel that it's going to make me sick if I don't get any warmth soon. I can still hear the voice of my captor. She's been talking to herself sense I woke up, maybe even before that, or maybe she was on the phone. I had been blindfolded sense I woke up so I couldn't tell. All I knew was that the voice was familiar. I listened to the woman's panicked words.

"No, no, no! They said if I'd be their apprentice they wouldn't hurt him….but now master wants me to hurt him. No, no, no…can't listen to him….can't hurt Shu…but then…master will! What if their angry with me now? Will master hurt him worse?" the person whimper. So she was talking to herself…a true sign of insanity. "Can't let it happen! No can't let them hurt Shu…."

She choked on a sob and continued, "God…I'm going to hell for this. Hurt Shu and go to hell….let master hurt Shu….and then go to hell. There's no way out anymore! No, no, no!"

"Why…why did I listen to master?….no…why did I listen!" She sobbed more. "Why, why, why!"

"He's hates me….god he must hate me! He already disliked me because of what happened in New York….now he's gonna hate me!" I lifted my head in surprise, the blindfold still in place, finally recognizing the weeping voice.

Rage?

Tohma pov

I was walking through the halls of NG studios slowly. I felt put off with myself for a recent fight I had with Mika and I felt even worse because, while threatening Shindou, I now realize how childish I had sounded. It was like we had been fighting over a toy while talking about Eiri. I actually felt so embarrassed about the whole thing that I was going to go to Bad Luck's recording room just to apologize. Damn….this was really going to hurt my pride.

I approached the room and before I had the chance to enter I noticed Hiro and Shuichi were talking though I hadn't heard the entire conversation, "….you wanted to be like Ryuichi?"

The boy laughed nervously, "No…no it more like I idolize him. Trying to be like him seems to difficult to me. It's just that…well I wanted to be more like….Tohma-sama….I respect him…I've respected him sense I first met him. Tohma is the one who I would want to be like if I could."

I slowly walked back to my office and sat down, staring into space. A smile made it's way to the surface. My hands reached for the hidden compartment on my desk and pulled out a very old magazine. One that was nearly fourteen years old now. I turned to a familiar page and looked over the list and pictures until finally coming across the picture of a pink haired little boy at the top of it. Why his mother had allowed him to do that to his hair on such an important day was beyond he. My eyes went a bit lower and found my own pictures. I smiled more….this was a little connection that we had, that no one knew about…not even Eiri. As I looked at it fondly and I didn't even care that he ranked higher then me.

The air ran cold and the thing in my hand turned to dust. Everything around me melted away to blackness and my own body started to shift and change shape. A single mirror appeared before me and now, where I once stood, there stood another. It was Shuichi. My hand moved over to the smooth surface of the glass but I pulled it back as mirror cracked. A gloved hand shot out and grabbed for my throat but I jumped back quick enough to avoid it. The glass shattered away and someone stood there with a sadistic smile on there face. I lost my voice and couldn't speak a word as I stared at the one before me. He lunged forward with a dagger in his hand and plunged it into my chest.

The last thing I heard the person say was, "It's all for the best, Shindou-san." This was a horrible dream.

I sprung up in the bed and my wild eyes traveled around the room. I silently cursed myself for being so quick to get up as the pain of the most recent events made themselves known. I felt hands try to push me back down and my eyes landed on Eiri.

"Tohma…what happened?" he whispered calmly as I settled into a sitting position.

"Shuichi….I went get Shuichi….and when we were driving away something crashed into us."

"That's a federal offence," my eyes went wide as they travel around the room seeing that Eiri and I were not alone.

"It's not like I'm complaining or anything…but why would you even do anything like this? From what I've heard from Shuichi is that you hate him," I wondered for a moment. Did I hate him or was I fond of him? When I thought of him with Yuki it made my blood boil…but when I think of the little boy that I met all those years ago I feel warm. Hate or Love? Neither? Both? Everything I had been doing lately was clashing together with things I had already done or sometimes I'd do something and moments later try to fix it with him. Ever sense I had realized that Shuichi was the same boy I had met a couple years everything had gone upside down and strange. I myself didn't know what to do anymore. It felt like I was going insane….perhaps I was.

I looked over at the man who had said the last thing and froze. I spoke quietly to him, "Aren't you Zack Addy?"

"Yeah."

My blood went cold and fear crept through me. Because of my own business sense and the warnings I had received from others I knew who you stayed away from in the criminal world if you could help it even if no one else did. No one wanted to mess with a Gormagon whether you lived or not. It was mostly 'or not'. Perhaps….perhaps I could get him to go away or something. I had a lot of power.

"Could I speak to you in private?"

A/N- okay….I couldn't help it. (nervous laugh) I wanted to give Zack a bigger part and I'm tired so this is all I could come up with. What do you think his connection with Shuichi is? How did Tohma know Shu when he was a little kid?…okay so please review and if you do I'll cut you a deal. Anyone who reviews, will get mentioned in the next chapter along with one of their stories.