AN: Again, I hope I did the scene justice. It felt really raw to write this. I hope the right amount of emotions was there. *keeps fingers crossed*
I hope this answers most of your questions. And so, yeah one more chapter to go. Yes, this is the long awaited happy reunion you've all been waiting for. You don't have to read the last one since it's only sex. _ Thank you for reading! Please enjoy.
-Takamiya's POV-
"Better tie him down just in case."
That sounded like Kuroda's voice. Takamiya's frown deepens in hearing that bit. What did his editor mean by that? He pressed his ear flushed against the door.
"You afraid he'll wake up and get away?"
That one must be one of the others.
"No, I want him to be bloody awake in the end, or better yet, during the middle and not any time sooner. Besides he only drank half a cup of the stuff. Who knows when he'll be awakened?"
What the hell was going on? What in the world is Kuroda planning for Izumi? Takamiya knew without a doubt that the editor was talking about Izumi. He just couldn't believe the amount of venom behind those words.
"Hn. How much of the LIQUID X did you give him?"
His eyes rounded in recognizing the street name for GHB, a known date rape drug. He met Konno's angry eyes and knew they mirrored his own. Yet, they return their attention back to the other side of the door and continue to listen.
"Whatever was left of the stuff you gave me."
"Ah. Used all of it already, huh? Well, you heard him boys. Get to work."
There was some shuffling inside. All Takamiya heard was that last part and he straightens up in alarm. He made a move to rise but was pulled back by Konno who shook his head and pointed back to the door. The translator took a deep breath and crouch back down. He didn't like where the scenario was heading. He wanted to rescue Izumi now.
"Yes sir."
"Even though I much prefer Imai-kun's type, I think I can manage to get it up for sleeping beauty here. Heh heh."
"Oh nice, he has such soft skin. Like a woman's. Oh yeah, I can definitely get it up."
That does it. He made another move to rise. Again Konno prevented him and shook his head violently. Takamiya noticed Konno's fist were as taut as his was. Yet the man was determined to hear the rest. Takamiya didn't think he had the patience or the rationality to think straight at the moment.
"Wait your turn, fucker. I won the toss, so I get to be the first one in him."
"Fine fine. Just don't loosen his hole too much before I get a turn."
"I don't care which of you bloke want to do him. Just get it over with."
"You must hate him loads, Imai-kun. I've never seen you this riled up."
"You don't understand, the little prick doesn't know when to call it quits. I've given him plenty of chances to back off. It's not my fault he doesn't learn. I figure I'll have to teach him a lesson in proprietary law."
"Okay okay. Retract those claws. You heard him. Teach the boy a lesson. Make it a hard one."
"Yes sir!"
"I think I'll wait downstairs in the van. Call me when you're done."
Takamiya heard footsteps heading towards the door and it opens, catching them unaware. Kuroda's face immediately turns pale, shock apparent on the other's demeanor. However Takamiya could care less as he and Konno straightens up. The scene before him makes his blood boil even higher.
When he heard the next line coming from the two people hovering over a bare-chested Izumi, his Izumi—
"Mmph! Ah—"
"Oh yeah, moan for me you little bitch."
Takamiya saw red. Something he'd never felt before. His nerves felt raw. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, demanding he do something to save the one he loves. He pushed the ashen Kuroda aside. The editor yelps in surprise. Takamiya then launches pass the threshold, a fist connects with the jaw of the scumbag that dare get near his Izumi's crotch. A grunt of pain erupts from the fellow along with a few teeth. The man hits the floor with another groan.
The other man with his hands on Izumi's chest makes a move to rise but Takamiya throws out a forward kick, hitting the man square on the chest. The man flew back against the wall with a thud.
Takamiya moves forward, but found his upper body impeded. He looks down and found the scum that hit the floor was back up, preventing him from moving and keeping his arms down. The translator tried to shake the other loose, his breath increasing with his struggles.
He heard a growl and turn to face the opponent he kicked. The man had shaken himself off and cracks his knuckles, menace clear on his face.
Takamiya braces for the first hit and his face was violently thrown to the side. Blood drips from his split lip. He readies himself for another hit to the gut. He doubles over gasping for breath. Just then he heard a crash and the body behind him releases his hold and slumps to the ground. The translator took the opportunity granted, straightens himself and faces the opponent before him.
The man's scraggly face forms a feral sneer and launches a right punch at Takamiya. The translator was prepared and feints to the left, avoids the hit entirely, returns to center and reposts a right hook of his own to the guy's gut. The man grunts and doubles over in pain. Takamiya follows through with a left elbow on the man's back. His opponent groans, drops to the floor with a loud thump, and doesn't move.
Trying to catch his breath, Takamiya straightens up, takes a few deep breaths, and turns to access the room. Both men in construction worker garbs were incapacitated. He looks over at Konno by the door and nods his head in gratitude. The man flashes him a grin.
A sound to their left alerts them of the other occupant present, the man in the baseball cap was plastered flush against the wall with a digital camcorder pressed to his right eye, probably filming since the beginning. The man quickly turns it off and raises both hands to the side in supplication.
"Don't hit me! I'm just hired to film this! Honest to god, I swear!"
With the passing of the adrenaline rush, Takamiya's anger returns in seeing the camera and realizing what the man had said. He couldn't believe this whole setup. What in the world was Kuroda thinking?
He turns to his editor crouching in a corner, hurt and betrayal present in Takamiya's eyes. Kuroda gulps, shakes his head, then straightens up and tries to run for it. Konno catches the editor in mid flight, refusing to let the other pass. Izumi's friend then pushes Kuroda forward and succinctly blocks the door.
All the while, Izumi remains half naked, tied to the metal rung queen bed, sleeping away. A tense silence fills the room except for the soft heavy wheezing of Izumi's labored breaths.
Takamiya broke the silence; accusation clear in his tone, "Why? Why would you do such a thing, Imai-kun? Izumi has done nothing to you."
A sob broke out from the other, rage replacing fright easily. The editor couldn't contain his composure any longer. Not with such a confrontation from Takamiya. He responded with his own set of accusations.
"He's done plenty! He's taken you away from me, hasn't he!? He'd broken it off with you! You told me once that when it is over with Sakashita, you'll be with me! And yet, you tell me you're moving back to Japan to be with HIM!? Why Takamiya-san, why!? Time and time again, he's done nothing but hurt you! Can't you understand, I can give you the love you need? That you deserve. Not him!"
Takamiya couldn't help but be sadden by Kuroda's loss of coherency. He has never encounter this side of the other before. He thought the editor handled the rejection pretty well. Instead, all this time, such turmoil was bubbly beneath the man's polite demeanor.
Then realization hit him. He couldn't believe that all this happened to his Izumi was because of him. Kuroda had been biding his time all the while, waiting for him to split with Izumi. And when things didn't go according to his wishes, the man had lashed out on Izumi instead. If he was capable of concocting such a despicable scenario to exact revenge on Izumi, what else has the editor done?
Takamiya couldn't believe that he has been deceived so thoroughly. Yet, he felt a tremendous amount of guilt. He hadn't meant for Kuroda to be so infatuated with him that the man would do something like this.
Despite all these conflicting emotions, Takamiya's anger remain in the forefront. Kuroda had plan and organize Izumi's gang rape to be recorded. That he could never forgive. He had to set the other straight once and for all.
"Imai-kun, I could never be with you for the simple fact that I do, and always will, love Izumi."
He saw the other flinch at his words, but Takamiya continues.
"Like I have said the other night, I apologize for leading you on, but I have never made any promises to you. What will you accomplish by doing this? Do you think I will actually 'wake up' as you so put it and be with you? Do you think I can ever love someone who is capable of such atrocity? You dare to harm my precious Izumi. And for that, I cannot and will not forgive you for this."
Kuroda's sobbing burst out with renewed tears as the other dropped to his knees from the weight of Takamiya's words. The editor covers his face with both palms and cries out, "I'm sorry, Takamiya-san, I'm so sorry."
Takamiya shakes his head and moves to untie Izumi's hands. Konno quickly joins in and unties his friend's feet. The translator lifts Izumi up at the waist, takes off his own jacket and puts it around the sleeping man. He grabs Izumi's discarded clothes and tucks it under one arm.
"Ah, please don't hit me!"
The translator turned towards the man in the baseball cap and saw Konno grab the digital camcorder and took out its memory stick. He forcefully hand the device by thrusting it into the man's gut, causing the other to grunt in pain. Izumi's friend then pockets the device and moves over to help.
With their combine forces, they've manage to lift Izumi to his feet and drag him out the room and into the elevator. Takamiya never looked behind, leaving his ounce trusted editor behind, unable to find any once of sympathy for the man at the moment.
When they reach outside of the love hotel, Konno flagged a taxi cab and helps Takamiya put Izumi inside. When the translator straightens up, he felt something warm pressed into his hand. He looked down. It was a silver key. He raised a questioning brow at Konno.
The man smirked and said, "It's his apartment key."
Takamiya closed his hand around the metal and nod his head again in gratitude. "Thank you Konno-kun, for all your help today. I couldn't have save Izumi without you."
The other shrugs and actually blushes before he demands roughly, "Take care of him will ya?"
Takamiya bows in return and replies with a grateful smile, "I will."