That voice.

Ritsuka knew that voice. A light, brighter then the sun burned in his stomach, rising and with it a feeling of hope. A sense of safety washed over him, despite his current position.

He sighed in relief as a shiver ran up his spine. 'Yuki'

"Back the fuck off, kid before I kill you." The man behind him spoke, not the least bit afraid. He turned his attention back to the toy in front of him.

Suddenly, the pressure was gone from behind him. Following soon after was the weight from both his legs. He fell back from the abrupt release, but he was caught by something soft. Soft and VERY comforting. "Yuki." Ritsuka sighed and burrowed himself further into the warmth.

"Ritsuka." It was a shock, not a shiver that shot down his spine this time. His name. His name sounded beautiful when it came from that voice. But the voice was strained with emotions.

He didn't understand. What was wrong? 'I should ask, but I'm just so tired. Just... so...tired.' Ritsuka yawned, but forced his eyes open. What he saw in Yuki's eyes explained why. There were so many emotions in his eyes. They were flashing, causing Yuki's eyes to literally shine. Within there depths there was rage (which Ritsuka hopes from the bottom of his soul, was not directed at him), sorrow, relief, hope, kindness, happiness, scorching desire, and (dare he believe his eyes)... love. With one last shudder, Ritsuka passed out.

Yuki was infuriated beyond words. How DARE they try to do this to Ritsuka. HIS Rituska. They were going to die. Setting his sacrifice down gently, he straitened up and turned to the four man on the floor.

Three of the men were the ones he pulled off of the boy while the other had been on the floor already. He smirked, noting with satisfaction the damage done. His

Ritsuka put up a good fight, but in the end, there were just to man for him to handle. Walking over the man who was holding his cock in his hands, whimpering, Yuki stepped on the man's pitiful pride and joy, forcing a cry from the helpless man. He broke the man's legs with a twist of his hand and he leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"You will pay for what you have done. You are going to die tonight. Slowly and painfully." The man whimpered in pain.

Yuki rose, and walked strode over to the three man who had collapsed against each other after being flung into the wall opposite the ally. One was dead, killed on impact. Yuki notice with obvious resentment that it was their leader. 'Fuck. He died when he should have suffered the most.' He cast a quick glare at the mangled body before concentrating on the two other forms. "Well, you'll all be happy to know that you will all be paying in kind for your crimes, seeing as your leader took the easy way out."

He herd cries of protest and begging, but he ignored them. Their lives were worth nothing. The only thing that mattered was what they had tried to destroy.

With rage driven movements he picked up the man closest to him. Turning him so he could face the man, he snarled, "You think your fucking something! You think you can touch what is mine, and survive?" He smiled crazily before whispering, "Guess again." And he smash his head into the brick wall. Once, twice, three times. Again and again. Each time with more force. He had already heard the shatter of the skull, but continued. He was not satisfied until the wall was covered in blood, fluids, and brains. The head had caved in on itself, and blood had spattered every where.

Dropping the useless body, he went to the second. "Your going to be more fun. I'll make sure of that." The man cried. Actually cried. He was cowering in the corner rocking back and forth sobbing his heart out. Pleasing, he said, "Please, please! I have a son and a wife at home!" He pulled out his wallet and shoved it into his attackers hands.

Yuki flipped it open, and sure enough there were pictures of him and what he assumed was his wife and son. "I see. Well, that just means I'll have to kill them to."

He laughed at the look of absolute horror that crossed over the man's face. He wouldn't hurt the guy's family. They had done nothing wrong. But he wouldn't tell this guy that. Why not send him to hell with the knowledge that his family's going to die? "Yes...I can see how much that disturbs you. I think that before I kill your son, I'll rape him just like you were my love. I'll make your wife watch, and I'll do the same to her. And once I've had my fill, I think I'll let the baby watch when I shoot her brains out"

"Oh, God, please don't! I'll do anything! Anything! Please!"

"You should have though of that before you touched what is mine. Relax. Be content in the knowledge that they won't suffer as much as you will."

"Oh God, no! No!"

Yuki smiled. It was sadistic. "Oh, yes." And with that he stepped on the man's ribs, crushing them into his lungs. With a firm grip on his arm and his foot on the man's body, Yuki pulled. His arm was ripped out of his socket. The man screamed in agony while Yuki just laughed. The same thing happened to the other three limbs on his body.

The man was going to die of blood loss, that was clear enough to see. "Aw. No fun. You didn't last long at all." Yuki pouted, much like a five year old who's toy had just broke. "Oh, well. You son looks like more fun anyway." And he turned his back on the man, leaving him there to think that he had condemned his loving family to a death more painful then anything before he died.

When Yuki looked back, the man that had cradled his dick was not in the same place as before. He was near the corner, dragging himself away as fast as he could.

Not fast enough. Yuki caught up with him before he reached his destination. "Oh no, no, no. We haven't gotten to finish our game yet, have we. Tsk, tsk, tsk," Yuki scolded him like you would a child who broke the rules for not playing with his sister. "Hmm... what kind of game to play... This is difficult. Oh! I know! Let's play doctor!" He smiled childishly and nodded his head like a two year old. "Yeah, that would be perfect." Dragging the man back to his spot, he dropped him unceremoniously.

Yuki took out a knife and looked at the man, his 'patient'. "This will hurt, so try not to scream, okay?" Grabbing the guy's dick with a dirty dishrag from the dumpster, he held it up strait. "Ready?" Without waiting for an answer, he chopped the cock right from him. The man gave a cry before the same dish rag came up to cover his mouth. "Shhh."Yuki comforted as he brushed the hair back from the man's face. "It's okay. It should only hurt for a minute." When the man had quieted down Yuki removed the rag, but only to shove his own chopped off, bloody cock into his mouth.

Pushing it into his through, Yuki whispered, "Choke on that, fucker." The man was gasping for the breath he could not get. His dick was lodged in his throat and his hands were pinned by his sides by the man above him. He cried as he died.

Yuki got up and dusted himself off. He had blood every where. On his face, hands, arms, you name it, it was drenched. "Ugh! Your a messy play partner." He told the dead man. "I don't think I want to play with you anymore." And he turned on his heel and walked over to Ritsuka, picking the unconscious boy up in his arms.

He took the boy to his house, knowing that it wouldn't do to have Ritsuka's mother find out about this. He put him in his bed and pulled up the covers. "Sleep now Ritsuka. I love you." He placed a kiss on the boy's forehead and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

No one noticed the shadow of the man that had watched the fight and had followed. The form stood on the balcony watching over Ritsuka as the boy slept.

"Ritsuka..."