Konnichiwa!

So I've decided after a while that I will start updating this fanfiction again constantly! Some of you can't seem to stand the suspense, so I'll try to post the upcoming chapters ASAP =D I'm also itching to type the story out as well!

To be honest, the past chapters are like some minor events that lead to the main thing. This chapter, which I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO TYPE OUT _ , is actually the start of the few main plots in the story. Well, I hope you'll like this one, since I typed it out in a rush to post it up ASAP for you all to read :D

This is dedicated to Pimp AKA Shiwafuri Ai =3=

WARNING: This contains yaoi and prostitution so if you're against either one of these, well, you know the drill.

Golden Flower

Pairings involved : mainly AoKise (no promises lol)

Summary:

Kise, having been sold as a prostitute a few years ago, is now practically living like an alive corpse, and always gets "abused" by his boss. Will his life ever change when his childhood friend steps into his thin thread of his entire life? Or would his flame flicker out?

DISCLAIMER: If I had owned KnB, I'll create laser guns inside and we'd go: HEY EVERYONE. LETS PLAY LASERBALL. =D

Chapter 7: Start of Rescue

Darkness.

That was all he could see.

He could distinctly hear a sinister snicker from nowhere. He could feel hands roughly scraping across his smooth skin.

No... Don't! Don't touch me!

I don't want all this!

He cried out in sheer emotional agony; he was in great pain. He just wanted to see his brother, he didn't want all this. But there was not even the sound of a whimper.

He loved his brother.

I... want to see him again...

I... want to apologise...

It was my fault... okaa-san was killed...

He tried to shed tears, but he couldn't.

He just wanted to see Aomine.

How hard must it be?

The white-haired boss arrogantly smirked as he watched the captured unconscious blonde, crystalline tears full of innocence steadily trickling down his cheeks. He stroked the fainted prostitute's cheeks as he sat beside him on the bed. Fingering his cheekbone, Haizaki rubbed off a tear from the pale-coloured cheek.

"Sakurai," he purred in seduction.

A shaking teen, of about Kuroko's height, clambered his way into the room. It was dark, so he could not make out much except his master's snow white hair, and the sparking of Kise's crisp tears.

"Y-y-yes, Master? I'm so sorry!" he stuttered nervously. Haizaki sighed as he shook his head while expelling a sigh. This guy...

"It seems that the hallucinations of his past are finally reemerging," the boss of the brothel stated cooly as he stared deeply into the tortured face of the sleeping blonde. He smirked. "I wonder how this little kitten would react if he found out everything about the events that had actually happened in this life of his." As he said this, he stroked those blonde locks of the prostitute in a somewhat sadistically affectionate way.

"It h-h-has been working w-w-well, until Aomine... san appeared," the chestnut-haired boy hesitated as his speech came to Aomine. He was his senior in Touou, after all.

"Will you not call him 'san'?" Haizaki groaned as he slapped his forehead in disbelief, his face scrunched up in disgust. "It's really gross for a disgusting man like him."

"I-I-I'm so sorry!"

He sighed in defeat. "Never mind... What on earth can I do with you?"

As the boss sat down on the couch in his headquarters, he stared at a chess board set that had been placed on the table for some time ago. He remembered that it was for customers' entertainment with him.

And he always won.

Moving the white chess piece that resembled the knight, he pulled over the black's piece which resembled the Queen piece to his side. He already had lots of ebony black pawns in his side, all either knocked down or standing in his region. The only ones standing on the board were the King figure and a few pawns.

"I've got your queen," he smirked victoriously. "What will you do...?"

"Daiki."

Aomine had immediately dialled any hotlines he could think of. Friends, even nearby hotels that were close to the big brothel. However his efforts were futile. All of them had told him, and in an annoyed tone, that they had not seen anyone suspicious along with a blonde with them.

He gritted his teeth in exasperation as he walked down the pavement towards some unknown direction. Stupid him, letting his guard down like that.

He had let Kise slip through his fingers, once again.

Running his long tan fingers through his coarse midnight blue hair, he sighed in fury. Seriously, how the hell could he be so stupid as to leave Kise alone outside? Dang, he should not have let him wait alone with his mental state still not fully stable.

He was such an idiot.

"I've gotta get him out of there..."

But how? He had been blacklisted by that white-haired bastard of the brothel. How was he gonna get into that gigantic building, bursting full of an aura of sinister darkness. Even the slightest ray of sunshine could be shunned out by the polluted atmosphere.

Still, there must be a way somehow...

"Blimey," he muttered as he looked up. There, before his very eyes, stood the very brothel he was searching for. Its attractive neon lights that blinked repetitively made Aomine look in another direction out of boredom. Having coming here for a few times now, he had certainly gotten used to the exposure of the uneasiness, always stirring in his heart.

Staring off into space, his mind was about to flow back when...

"Aomine-kun."

The tan man jumped in surprise at the voice as his gaze spun backwards. A short hooded man in black was standing just right behind him, his hands on the sides of his body. Just beneath the dark hood, the sapphire-eyed teen could distinctly make out turquoise-coloured locks with matching baby blue eyes.

"... Tetsu? Is it really you?"

The smaller teen nodded. "Long time no see, Aomine-kun."

"How's it goin - wait, why am I still dawdling here!? I need to find Kise. Sorry, Tetsu, but I gotta run."

"I saw Haizaki and his gang of men taking Kise away, back here," Kuroko cut in. "You have to hurry, Aomine-kun."

"... Really...?"

He nodded. "

Easier said than done, Tetsu," the taller man growled, almost pinching the bridge of his nose. "I suppose I've been blacklisted by that bastard, after what I've done. Now I have absolutely no idea how to sneak Ryout -"

He stopped there as his statement froze on that spot. Did he just call Kise...

'Ryouta'?

He stopped to debate over this little thought for a few moments. He had never called Kise that before... That could only mean...

He missed Kise more than he thought.

A hooded Kuroko softly smiled. Kise was so lucky to have such a good companion as Aomine. "It seems that you'd like to see Kise-kun much more than you think."

"Sh-sh-shut up!" Aomine flushed heavily as a really light pink hue could be seen, even on his tan cheeks. "Jeez..."

"I'll help you to find Kise-kun," the hooded boy quietly muttered. "I think I might know where he is in this building."

"Really?"

The latter said nothing more as he began to take small, docile steps towards a small alley just beside the extraordinary brothel. Anxiously curious, the basketball player then hurriedly scampered after him.

After following the path down in the alley, Kuroko then stood still before a small door that seemed way too tiny for Aomine. He sweat-dropped as he continued staring intently at the secret entrance, its perimeters really bewilderedly unimaginable for his own body size.

"I'm supposed to fit through that?"

The door opened with a deafening creak as the smaller boy crawled in. "Unless you don't want to save Kise-kun, Aomine-kun."

"Fine, I get it!"

"It sure is hot and stuffy here, eh?" The player panted as more beads of sweat dripped down and splattered on the metallic floor. "I wonder how other people even manage to go through here..."

"No one knows about this passageway, Aomine-kun," Kuroko stated as he continued making his way through the narrow path on all fours. "It was already long forgotten during the construction of the brothel. Even Haizaki-san doesn't even know about it."

"Haizaki..." Something struck his mind, but he did not know what it was. Feeling that it was something minor, he decided to shrug it off. As they neared a vent, a massive amount of light began streaming in through the slits.

Suddenly, Aomine heard a muffled scream. Having caught his attention, he immediately shuffled his hands and feet to face the vent. Scrunching up his face, he squinted his eyes, just in time to witness a horrible scene.

"Mmph!" A gagged Kise cried out in pain as a fresh whip mark began to surface, sending up a burning sting up his spine. He writhed about on the wooden floor in agony. Haizaki smirked in triumph as he saw his to-be-done masterpiece, while straightening his black whip.

Kise was gagged, his once sunshine blonde hair now dull and ruffled. His clothes from the day at the passport counter were now torn and ripped by all the beating done by the white-haired man's whip. Especially the jeans that he was wearing; it was torn, tattered and ripped pretty badly, exposing most of his cut pale skin. Lacerations on the skin were exposed as the ripped parts of his clothes made no attempt to help cover them up. His hands were tied and forced at the back; same case with his feet.

The brothel boss grabbed the poor prostitute by the cheeks and held him close, face-to-face. "Who gave you permission to exit your very home?" he growled in-between his teeth. "Who gave you permission to leave your master?"

Afterwards, he delivered a forceful slap to the blonde's cheeks, causing him to fall onto the ground. Tears were erupting in topaz irises, streaming down his sore cheek. It stung like hell, but Kise could not complain or whine or anything, just staying silent and taking the brutal beating by Haizaki head-on.

The latter gave a nasty grin as he saw the blonde shedding tears. He then walked up to him, sat down and pulled him onto his lap. Slipping a hand under the ripped shirt, he began to pinch Kise's nipples as hard as he could, while running his tongue over his throbbing ear. Using his other hand, he pulled down the gag, letting Kise breathe more easily. He smirked as he watched the blonde gasping heavily for air, and trying to pull himself free from the shackles of Haizaki.

"Are you going to defy your master again, kitten?" the white-haired boss whispered as he slipped his hand into his victim's pants, grasping a hold onto his erection, causing the latter's eyes to widen.

"... And what if I do?"

Haizaki was so shocked that his movements stopped for a brief momet. Then, he glared daggers at Kise. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh yes, I would. I have been nothing but a pawn to you. I do nothing but serve you. I'm sick and tired of all this! You had better set me free now!" Kise demanded, only to receive yet another slap from his boss.

"You fool!" he hissed through his gritted teeth.

"Yes, you do nothing, absolutely nothing but serve me. That is your exact purpose in your life, and it's to be at the feet of your master for your entire life. You want to be free? Why don't you think about how useful you can actually be?"

"You can reunite with your brother, you can earn money, and that will be under the whim of me. You say freedom? Not so easy, Ryouta."

Kise's eyes enlarged to the size of dinner plates as Haizaki brutally ripped his pants and boxers off, revealing his very pale complexion. The boss then pulled out his own member from his pants and then shoved it into the blonde's entrance, making him scream out in pain. He grabbed the prostitute's waist with both hands and pulled him downwards, making him feel the maximum excruciating pain clashing about inside his body.

Attempting to pull away from the torturous procedure, Kise shoved his tied hands towards Haizaki, but it only made matters worse. He could feel his skin inside tearing up, causing his entire body to feel like it was on fire.

While the white-haired man continued with a sadistic laugh, blood trickled out from the blonde's entrance, and onto the floor, making a small puddle. Kise threw his head backwards, sending tear droplets into airborne state. His shoulders began to tense even more at the agony he was feeling.

He wanted to say something, but did not have the voice to even whisper.

"... Aomine... cchi..."

"Kise..." Aomine tried to hold back his tears of anguish and fury as he watched his beloved blonde continuously being tortured by that bastard of a boss. To think that he was actually fighting for freedom...

And he got severely punished.

Aomine wanted to burst out loud, crying, yelling, everything. He wanted to let it all out, but he couldn't. He was just above Haizaki's office, there was no way he could ever interfere and make his presence known.

Kuroko, who was still in front, motioned for him to move forward. After a while, Aomine then managed a determined look and nodded.

He was going to save Kise, he knew it.

The passage ended with a cage that led to another room. As Kuroko slowly unscrewed the nails that held it in place with a handy screwdriver that was (somehow) in his pocket, Aomine could not help but start thinking about Kise.

Would he be all right?

"I... I want to see Kise..." he thought out aloud.

"Aomine-kun...?" The hooded teen spun his head around as he stared at the tan player. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments as Kuroko continued extracting the nails.

"... I know you want to save Kise-kun, but you have to be in a safe place first. I'll take Kise-kun to you soon when you are safe and sound."

Aomine nodded sadly. "... Alright."

The more he waited for the chance to see Kise, the more he longed for him.

"... Ryouta..."

End of Chapter 7

Again, 2k+ words :c sorry I was too excited, so there may be typos and mistakes. It's really advancing to the main thing now so I gotta plan much more for future chapters.

Special thanks to readers who have favourited this story and followed this story! I hope you will enjoy the upcoming chapters that is to come! =D