Endless streams of indiscernible shapes flew past at lightning speeds. Swirls of colour flowed around like a vast river. Distorted sounds echoed faintly somewhere in the distance. The noise became clearer, a low rumble, a thunderous bang, then a long scraping, before being drowned out by an eerie silence. The figures and hues seemed to solidify, forming a grey mass, marked in the centre by a strange, multicoloured shape. Gold, violet and black intertwined, in the vague shape of a half star. Curved lines became straight, blurs became clear, and the view of a grim, and bare concrete room came into focus.
Yami blinked over and over, trying to wash the last of the distortion away, and realized the shape in front of him was his Aibou's distinct hair.
"Aibou", he tried to lean forward to shake him awake, but found he could move no further.
"What? What the hell is happening?", he stared in horror at his surroundings.
His hands and feet were bound with a thin, tight wire, and the loop around his wrists was in turn linked with a chain attached to the wall he lay against. Yuugi was similarly bound on his right, and to his, still unconscious, was Malik. Past Malik, all along the wall, was Jounouchi, Mokuba, Otogi, Ryou and Bakura.
Anzu, Shizuka and Kaiba were nowhere to be found.
The room was a long, grey rectangle, with a thick steel door on the wall opposite them. A single window lay at one end, fitted with bars, with red evening rays streaming through it.
Yami tested the bonds, seeing if he could ease out of them, but upon finding they were so tightly wound around his wrists that he couldn't even move them a millimetre apart, he began to panic. He did not like to be constricted. Several times in the past few months he'd awoken in the middle of the night, tangled in the sheets, and frantically torn his way out of them, waking Yuugi up and even falling out of the bed on one such occasion. And so, finding himself bound with wire, in a foreign, room, after being gassed, did little to curb his fear of constriction.
He desperately tried to wrench his hands apart, ignoring the intense pain, and the disgusting feeling of the wire slowly splitting open his skin. His only concern was getting his hands free. He continued to pull, until he felt something wet drop onto his face. The droplet rolled down his forehead, onto his eyes, colouring half his vision red. Blinking the blood from his eye, and looking up at his bleeding wrists, he ceased his struggle, realising in a flash he was likely to slit open his veins and kill himself if he persisted. The cuts were not deep, only enough to open a slight flow of blood.
Trying to avoid putting any pressure on the wounds, he tested the binding around his feet, and, finding they were just as tight, he gave up attempting to pull himself out of his bonds. He searched the room for something that could help him, but apart from his new occupants, it was completely empty.
"Ah...wha...what the fuck is this?" Jounouchi had awoken, and was clearly as deeply unnerved as Yami.
"Jounouchi! Are you alright?"
"Yami? Yami! What's going on? How'd we get here?"
"Whoever tossed in that can must have brought us here, I heard someone come in just before I passed out."
"Shit, these wires are too tight, I can't get them off!" Jounouchi yanked his arms forward, pulling at the chain, but stopped and winced as the wire loop's pressure was increased.
"Yami....Jounouchi" Otogi had woken now, and the others were all beginning to stir.
"Aibou...Aibou! Can you hear me?" Each person was the same distance from each other, their chains all set in a regular interval along the wall, and close enough to touch the people next with their legs. Yami nudged Yuugi with his feet, trying to rouse him. He seemed to be regaining consciousness.
"Nii...Nii-Sama? Nii-Sama! NII-SAMA!" Mokuba's head darted about frantically, his eyes wild with fear.
"Mokuba, quiet, we don't want anyone to know we're awake, we have a better chance of escaping then" Jounouchi attempted to calm the boy down, prodding him with his feet.
"W-where's Nii-Sama? Everyone else is here, b-but he's not!"
"Shit, you're right, Kaiba's not here"
"What's going on here?"
"Who's missing?"
"Shizuka, where's Shizuka!?"
"And Nii-Sama!"
"How did we get here?"
"What's happening?"
"Everyone, quiet! I hear something outside" Malik sat straight up, his head raised, and his ears alert. Everyone quickly fell silent, also straining to listen.
Footsteps could be heard somewhere beyond the steel door, growing louder. A great scraping noise echoed through the room, and the door opened inwards.
A man stepped through into the room. He looked middle aged, at least in his forties, with only a small amount of black hair, tinged with grey. He was a fairly heavyset build, with the jacket of the neat suit he wore straining to contain a sizable belly. He was flanked by two other men, both large and beefy, with shaved heads, dressed in simple jeans and t-shirts.
Immediately everyone began shouting at the three.
"Who the fuck are you!?"
"What's going on!?"
"What the fuck did you do with Shizuka!?"
"Where's my brother!?"
"Who the hell do you think you are, locking us up!?"
"Let us out of here, right now!"
One of the large men flicked out a long metal baton, striking it sharply against the door. The deafening crash silenced the room's occupants.
Yami felt himself seething with rage, drawing deep breaths while glaring at their apparent captors. The sight of the baton was enough to keep him from releasing his anger, however, at least for now.
"Now now, that's not much of a greeting, is it? We'll definitely have to work on that." The man had a nasal, grating voice that was nevertheless full of clear authority.
He stepped forward, and the two others shut the door behind them, leaning back on the wall opposite the captives.
"Why are we here?" Yami choked out, trying not to scream the question.
"I'm afraid I'll be asking the questions here, not you, and from now on, please only speak when spoken to."
Yami was taken aback by this answer, and his temper flared even further, he knew he couldn't keep calm much longer
"Now, boys, first off I ought to introduce myself, my name is Mr. Higuchi. However, I would prefer for you to address me as sir, for the moment. Now, I think a quick explanation before I get to the important stuff. You're here because we've identified you as valuable assets, and what's more, you're going to be staying here. Well, not here exactly, you see your new positions will receive a free education. Over the next week, you'll be learning the basics of being an asset of ours, then, we shall have our, ahem, initiation event. After that you'll be moving to our main facility, where you'll have several months of education, and then, you'll all be ready to settle down into your new lives. Questions? No? Good"
"Now, if that's cleared up, I have some questions for all of-"
"I have a fucking question! Just who the hell do you think you are? Who the fuck gave you the right to just abduct us and talk to us like we're damn objects!?" Yami rarely swore, but this had driven him to the edge. He ceased his outburst, however, as he realised he'd gone too far for his captors. The man clutching the baton moved forward swiftly, raising it as he went.
Yami braced himself as it swung towards him, but could not quite prepare himself for the intense blast of pain caused by the baton striking the side of his face. He fell backwards, slumping against the wall.
"YAMI!" yelled several voices. Malik pulled in his legs and thrust out, kicking the man hard in the knee, causing him to stumble back with a yelp of surprise mixed with pain.
"You little fuck-" He raised the baton again, clearly aiming for Malik's head, but Higuchi had stepped forward, and seized the man's arm.
"Now now, they're just a bit playful, leave him be for now" He looked down at Yami. "And please don't go for the face next time, I don't want such a masterpiece damaged. I've told you before to only hit the limbs or the back if they get out of line"
The large man stepped back, still seething with anger and glaring at Malik, who returned the glare with a solid gaze of pure hatred.
"Now it's understandable you'll all have some...teething problems. However, we have very patience for them, so I suggest you to get over them as fast as possible. Rather than wasting time and receiving quite a lot of excess pain, simply resign yourselves to your new roles, and don't throw tantrums."
He looked over the group, with a knowing smirk. "Now, I know you'll probably ignore that advice, judging by your expressions, but I assure you, you'll learn quickly. As I said already, do not speak out of turn, and certainly don't try to attack any of us. Do as you're told, and you'll have a perfectly painless time, well, for the most part"
Still feeling the sting over the side of his face, Yami raised himself back up, onto his knees, deciding he'd better control his temper as much as he could, while getting some information at the same time. He lifted up his hands as high as he could, attempting to indicate he wanted to speak.
"Do you have something to say? I hope it's an apology"
"Not this time."
The man's smirk disappeared, his beady eyes narrowing.
"You might want tell us what "roles" we're supposed to be forcing ourselves into" Yami had resisted the urge to shout, but had failed to keep a note of contempt out of his voice.
The tone was not wasted on Higuchi, who looked supremely annoyed. "Believe me, you'll figure it out for yourself shortly. ", his lip curled as he spoke.
He turned to the two men, "Well, I think we might as well move along and stop wasting time", he jerked his head towards the group, and the pair moved across the room, bearing down on their captives.
"Which one first?" asked the one still holding his baton.
Higuchi raised his hand in Yami's direction, but stopped half way up and let it drop back down. An unpleasant leer formed on his face, as he seemed to be thinking something over.
"I think...we might try something a little different this time."
"So...what do we do different?"
"Hmm...yes, much better...take two of them instead." The men looked most surprised at this order.
"Uh, ok...which ones then?"
"I think our most spirited friends would be an ideal starter", he indicated towards Yami and Malik.
"Righto", the two leaned down over Yami and Malik, the second withdrawing a baton of his own. The sight of the two long steel rods plainly said to the group "behave!".
Yami recoiled, expecting a thrashing from the baton, but instead the man began to untie him. Beside him, the other was doing the same to Malik's bindings. He considered attempting to make a struggle for it, once he was free, but thought better of it; the man was much larger than him and clearly accustomed to dealing swiftly with unruly prisoners.
He was seized by the wrists and pulled up to a standing position, while Malik was yanked roughly to his feet; the man handling him was the one he had kicked. The cuts on his wrists had ceased to bleed, but still stung sharply. None of their captors seemed concerned over the wounds.
They were both led to the middle of the room, and Yami began to feel sharp stabs of panic, the thought of being made an example of with the batons still in his mind.
"Do you want both done now?" one of the men asked
"No, neither, that'll be all this time, men, I've a more amusing way" The two stepped back, still brandishing their cudgels, clearly warning the two boys not to try anything.
Yami saw that Malik was shaking, he was visibly terrified. Yami quickly realised he himself was shaking also, the sense of foreboding growing.
A horrid smile played across Higuchi's face, "Don't fret now, boys, there's nothing to worry about. This is standard procedure, indeed, it's even better, it's a special circumstance for all of you, you're getting a much more comfortable way. You see, this is of course the first time I've met you all in person, I've only seen photos before, in fact I don't even know your names. Except for..." His eyes briefly flickered to the rest of the group, "...never mind, anyway, my point being that I've really seen very little of you. So now, I'd like to see more"
He moved over, standing close to the two boys, looking at Yami. He indicated with his hand towards Malik.
"Undress him"
Yami's heart skipped a beat, "What?"
"Undress him. Take off his clothes"
Malik looked from Higuchi to Yami frantically, his expression horrified. Yami glanced at the rest of the group, they were all frozen, their eyes wide with shock.
Yami had of course been contemplating the reason they might have been abducted, and had found the most likely they had been brought here for ransom money. But now, he realised they were here for a different purpose, and one that frightened him far more. Thoughts of his Aibou being abused pulsed through his mind rapidly, chilling his blood.
"It wasn't a request. It was an order. And if you don't obey orders, there will be punishment. Normally it would be the offender, but right now, whoever disobeys will get their partner a punishment instead." On cue, one of the thugs stepped up behind Malik, and seized him violently by the hair, jerking his head back, then laying the baton over his throat. Malik attempted to bite the man's hand, but couldn't reach.
"So should my man start his work, or will you start yours?"
"No!" Yami leaped forward, grabbing Malik by both shoulders, "Don't harm him. If you need someone to harm, hit me, and only me. I'll take the punishment"
"No...you won't"
These words were a clear indicator to the thug, who pulled Malik back, wrenching him away from Yami, who felt a pair of strong hands grab him from behind, holding him in place. He struggled to break from the tight grasp, and tried to kick his captor's legs out from underneath him, but to no avail. The other man held Malik's hair with one hand, raised the baton in the other and swung down, striking the back of Malik's legs hard. He let out a sharp cry of pain, falling to his knees, even as the man raised the baton a second time, a blow to Malik's side following. The others were all shouting, and as the rod was raised a third time, Yami screamed "STOP!"
"I'll do it! Just stop!"
The man released Malik, who fell facedown, clutching his side. The shouting subsided, the group now silently watching in horror.
"Much better. Now, keep in mind, once you're done, he'll be doing the same to you. And I'll pair the others off too, so don't feel singled out"
Malik raised himself back up to his feet, his eyes trying to indicate to Yami that it was alright, though both knew it was anything but. Yami felt himself be released, and he stepped forward, a sick feeling forming in his stomach.
"Now, undress him."
His hands were shaking madly as he slowly extended them toward the Egyptian. Malik moved closer, closing his eyes, with a mournful expression on his face.
Yami's hands closed around the fabric of the sleeveless pink hoody Malik wore, and, repulsed by what he was doing, began to lift it up. Malik, seeming resigned to this humiliating fate, raised his arms upwards. The hoody slipped off, leaving Malik's chest and scarred back completely bare. Higuchi seemed fascinated by the carved designs on the boy's tanned back, his eye travelling up and down them.
Yami didn't pause, he crouched down, and untied both of Malik's shoes, and helped him step out of them, also pulling off his socks. Knowing he could delay no longer, wishing Malik wore more clothes, he began to unbuckle the belt of Malik's tightly fitting brown trousers.
He opened the fly, and pulled them down, slowly, desperately wishing he could save Malik's dignity, but knowing he was stripping him of it completely. Malik was now left in just his underwear. Yami stopped, looking up at Malik's face. His eyes had opened, and he gave Yami a pitiable look that said "just do it". Hating himself for doing this to his friend, forced or not, Yami gripped the sides of Malik's briefs, and pulled them down.
His own eyes becoming glazed over with the beginnings of tears, he stood back up, trying not to look, as Malik stood stark naked in the middle of the room, his clothes, and his dignity, discarded on the floor around him.
To Yami's revulsion, Higuchi was eagerly eyeing Malik's nude form, his vision tracing the contours of the boy's thin and feminine body. Without waiting for any order, Malik stepped forward, his eyes brimming with tears, grabbing Yami's jacket and pulling it off.
"Now this is exactly what I want to see. You're learning fast"
He deserved no dignity of his own, after subjecting Malik to such an ordeal, and Yami wished only for Malik to be done quickly, feeling his shirt slip off him. As his clothes were stripped away, Yami felt only horror at his own actions, and fear, knowing the others faced the same debasing fate.
His leather pants slid down his slender legs, and like he had, Malik paused, looking up at him as though for approval. Yami nodded slightly, and felt Malik's fingers against his bare skin as his boxers were slipped off. He felt Higuchi's eyes travelling over his body, feeling truly worthless, a mere object used for display at one's will, not even human.
"You both are truly incredible. You should be proud to own such perfect bodies."
Higuchi seemed to be about to move towards them both, his fingers twitching, but stopped, "Actually, I'll leave it until everyone's finished" He nodded to the two men, and they both dragged the now naked boys back to the wall, tying them up once more. As the one working on Yami stood back up, he ran his fingers lightly down Yami's chest, making him shiver at the unpleasant contact. The man smirked, stepping away, and awaiting his orders.
Higuchi's eyes panned over the group, who all had simply watched in utter revulsion, but now cowered down, fearing being chosen. Several moments passed in silence, while Higuchi thought.
"Next, the twins at the end can go"
Ryou looked truly terrified, recoiling against the wall, and for the first time he'd ever seen, Yami saw true fear in Bakura's eyes. The thief looked just as petrified as Ryou. The two were untied and dragged to the centre of the room, while Higuchi smiled broadly.
"Brothers, of course?"
Bakura shook his head quickly, his angular eyes wide with dread.
"No? Now that's most odd, you're almost exactly alike. Well, never mind, on with the show. You can go first"
Trembling, Bakura began to strip Ryou of his clothing. Yami could only watch in a morbid fascination, a sort of awe that someone could be so cruel as to subject people to this degradation. Soon, Ryou's thin and pale body was uncovered, and Higuchi's thirsty gaze drank it's fill.
"Wonderful, now the other."
Bakura's body was just as pale, though slightly more muscular. The two looked quite like ghosts as they stood naked, and soon they were pulled back to their shackles, once Higuchi had eyed them enough.
He turned, indicating Otogi first, and after a moment's thought, pointed his hand towards Yuugi. Yami's heart clenched, this would not be the first time he saw his beloved Aibou naked (for he'd accidently walked in on his Aibou as he left the shower a mouth before), but the thought of his love, the purest, kindest and most gentle person he'd ever met, forced into this situation, enraged him beyond anything that had already happened this evening.
Yuugi was told to go first, his small hands quickly pulling off Otogi's garments, revealing a slightly tanned, and well toned body. There was an expression of deep, powerful shame on Otogi's face as he slid off Yuugi's clothes. Piece by piece, his slim and petite form was revealed. Both vividly green and richly purple eyes burned with tears as the last of Yuugi's clothing was removed. Yami's own eyes travelled over Yuugi's tiny body, before a deep feeling of disgust welled up inside, directed at himself for mocking his Aibou by eyeing him in such a situation.
As Yuugi was pulled past Yami, their eyes met, Yami attempted to force his into an expression of reassurance, but knew it had most likely come off as simply miserable.
And now, only two were left.
Jounouchi and Mokuba were dragged over, but Jounouchi simply shook his head, wearing an expression of stunned disbelief.
"No...no way...you can't do this...he's only a kid!"
"He will, and you will, his age has nothing to do with it"
"Damn it, have you no shame yourself, you bastard!?"
One of the thugs immediately lifted up his baton, swinging it down towards Mokuba, but Jounouchi leapt forward, throwing his arms around the boy, and taking the blow on his back. His face contorted in pain, even as both men seized him by the shoulders, jerking him off Mokuba. He stumbled back and fell back into a sitting position.
"I think you both should have a punishment for that one"
But as the men raised their batons above Jounouchi, Mokuba, seemingly thinking fast, threw himself forward, grabbing Jounouchi's pants and pulling them down his legs. The two men stopped, surprised, and Higuchi raised his hand, indicating to them to stand down.
Mokuba pulled off Jounouchi's t-shirt, before returning to remove his shoes and socks, then finishing dragging his trousers off. Jounouchi simply looked on in shock. Mokuba seemed to trying to move as fast as he could, probably to avoid thinking about what he was doing. He barely hesitated before jerking off Jounouchi's boxers. He stepped back, looking at the floor, while Higuchi moved forward, his eyes panning over Jounouchi's muscular body.
"Good show. And now, your turn, boy. However, for this particular one, please go quite slowly" he smiled, clearly realising the effect this would have on Jounouchi. Perhaps it was his idea of punishing Jounouchi, subjecting him to as much shame as possible. He seemed either oblivious to or simply uncaring about the glares of utter loathing directed at him from the rest of the group against the wall.
Shaking wildly, a look of self loathing mixed with disgust on his face, Jounouchi stepped forward, crouching down in front of Mokuba, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. He pulled his face near to Mokuba's, and whispered, as quietly as he could.
"It's alright, it's ok, just relax. I know you want your Nii-Sama here to help you, but I promise I'll keep you safe until you're back with him, you have my word"
Mokuba raised his head, tears were running liberally down his face, but he managed to give Jounouchi the slightest of smiles for a brief moment. Jounouchi's own eyes filled with tears, even as he lowered his hands and began to remove Mokuba's jacket.
Yami could only stare, feeling such strong repulsion at this forced act on a child, that he momentarily felt lightheaded. The others all wore similarly disgusted expressions. He felt a vast pity for Jounouchi, knowing the disgrace this act was bringing upon him, stripping a young boy of his innocence. This was truly slow torture of the cruellest kind, attacking not the body, but the mind.
Mokuba's torso was bare by now, with Jounouchi removing his shoes. Droplets of sorrowful water splashed to the floor, from both grey and brown eyes, as Jounouchi slid Mokuba's pants off. The last hope of the captive group that things would turn out okay seemed to die as the boy's underwear was slipped off, exposing a tiny, prepubescent body. Jounouchi placed one hand back on Mokuba's shoulder, before bowing his head, his body shaking with heavy sobs.
"Beautiful, indeed" A broad smile was splashed across Higuchi's gnarled features, no shame, no remorse, only pleasure at seeing his captives humiliated, their own bodies no longer private.
Once Jounouchi and Mokuba had been tied up once more, Higuchi moved forward until he was right in front of the group, began to slowly walk up and down the room, studying each of them carefully.
"I said earlier I had a few questions, however with all the commotion they slipped my mind. But now, let's return to that line of thought. My first question is the most important" He stopped pacing, his face looking quite serious.
"Would I be correct in assuming that you are all virgins?"
Yami had of course known by now that Higuchi's interests in them were sexual, simply from how he had watched them as they were stripped, but this stark question seemed to truly confirm it. The sick feeling returned, even stronger now, no doubt from the harrowing thought of his Aibou and his friends being violated by this bastard of a man.
"Now, I don't mean a virgin in the useless "traditional way", I mean in the real way. No one here has been penetrated before, I trust? And if you have, you had better not lie and say you are a virgin, because we can and will check for that eventually. And if I find a single person has lied about this, the entire group will be getting a truly severe punishment. Am I understood? Good. Now, I ask, is anyone here not a virgin?"
No one answered, their heads bowed.
"That's good news, then. Now, I must also ask, has anyone a medical condition that may be hazardous to their or our health?"
Still silence from the group.
"More good news. You all truly are as perfect as you look." With this, he seemed to have concluded his interrogation.
He moved forward, crouching in from of Yami, who felt a deep shiver run down his spine, perhaps a sort of foreboding. He knew this was coming, and he felt even more pathetic that he could do nothing to stop it. Higuchi reached out both his hands, touching Yami's face. His fingers traced over every contour, every shape, every part of Yami's features. The touch moved down, all over his neck, his shoulders, his arms, moving slowly onto his chest.
The rough, lustful feel moving over Yami's body could not have been more torturous. He was being used in such a degrading way, nothing but a toy for Higuchi to play with, and never in his life had he felt such humiliation.
The fingers continued their shameless exploration, infecting every part of Yami's torso with the sense of impurity, as though he had become dirty, just from the touch. He shut his eyes as the hands moved over his hips, not wishing to see his most intimate areas infringed upon. He felt his behind being squeezed, and his privates fondled, and while he tried to will himself to ignore it, to think of anything but reality, he could not block out the filthy feeling descending upon him.
At last, running his hands down Yami's legs, Higuchi stood back up.
"Incredible. Truly remarkable"
As Yami had expected, he did the same to the other captives. He moved in the seemingly random order of Otogi, Ryou, Jounouchi, Bakura, Malik, and then Yuugi. While he had felt intense rage over seeing the others degraded, nothing prepared Yami for the fury he experienced while seeing his Aibou touched against his will. His body had clenched up, his muscles so tense he felt he could shatter at any moment. The worst part was that he knew there was still one left, which could possibly enrage him even further.
Indeed, he felt the same aura of anger resonating from each of the others, as Higuchi approached Mokuba. Grinding teeth and clenched fists could be heard and seen quite clearly, yet Higuchi seemed to ignore them, his eager hands feeling not even the slightest amount of shame, not suffering a moment's hesitation, before sliding over Mokuba's skin, fondling the child in the most demeaning way possible.
To add insult to injury, he had the utter gall to lean forward and leave a kiss on Mokuba's forehead before standing back up. The boy had simply cried silently throughout the ordeal, not reacting to the touch in the slightest.
"I think that's enough for today, you'll begin learning our rules in more detail tomorrow. Have a pleasant sleep" Higuchi gave one last disgusting smirk to the group, before turning and leaving with the two men, shutting the door behind them with an echoing crash.
The Sun had gone down by now, and the room was dimly lit by a couple of small light bulbs hanging from the ceiling.
There were no words spoken, there was nothing to be said, really. Each boy simply curled up as best as they could, trying to stay as warm as possible. Yami wished only to hold his Aibou in his arms, nay, not just his Aibou, any of them, Mokuba, Malik, Jounouchi, Otogi, Ryou, and even his former enemy Bakura. Just to hold them tightly, telling them it would be alright. Perhaps if they believed it, he might too.
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A/N:
Whew, much longer chapter. I'm intending to make them a lot more in depth starting with the next, most of the real substance will be from here on out anyway, now that they're actually abducted.
About the same level of slight unpleasantries coming next chapter, too, nothing too graphic, again.