Chapter 7: Descending
A/N: Just so you know, things get more M-rated beginning this chapter and continuing for the next three chapters or so. Overall though, this story is much more about what effects these next events have on Kaito rather than the events themselves, so if you aren't into M-rated things and want to see the more psychological material, please bear with me, it is coming.
Kaito groaned, his head aching. He lifted his hands to rub at his closed eyes before blinking them open. His surroundings confused him.
He was laying on a dark-red shag carpet in a dimply lit place. The only light he had to see by was the light illuminating the fish tanks that stretched either wall. It took him a moment, but he soon realized that he was still in the luxury RV belonging to Minamoto Futsuji, the lights turned down to half-light.
Kaito looked around a bit more as he began to gingerly sit up, his head spinning with the motion and making him lay back down again as a wave of vertigo crashed over him. He tried to blink back tears as he clutched at his head, shutting his eyes for a moment before re-opening them. As his overly-dilated pupils began to adjust he found that he could see far more clearly what was around him. A look of confusion crossed his face.
"Fishy Magician?" He asked softly, peering up at the man who was sitting on the floor to the right of him, down closer to his feet than to his head, but still visible in the light now that Kaito knew where to look. "I'm sorry, did I fall asleep?" He apologized politely. How had he fallen asleep? He didn't even remember dozing off...
Minamoto nodded. "Yes. Fainted, more like, I would say. How do you feel?" His eyes glistened with what Kaito thought was concern, but as the man's eyes roamed and began to take in the entirety of the site before him, Kaito laying stretched out on the soft maroon carpeting and still appearing so small, Kaito got the sudden instinctual urge to flee.
"I... I'm okay," Kaito whispered quietly, trying to sit up again. "I... I should go find 'Tou-san..." He ended up on the floor again, this time due to a hand on his throat pushing him downward, holding tight enough to hurt, but not enough to cut off his air supply. His heart-rate quickened in fear.
Minamoto leant forward over the small frame, a knee placed to either side. He brushed his nose against the cheek of the boy below him, inhaling his chocolatey, youthful scent. Kaito shivered and tears suddenly pricked his eyes. He hadn't the faintest idea of what was going on, but whatever it was, he didn't like it.
"Your father isn't here right now," the man whispered in his ear, "but I'm glad you're okay. If you're a good little boy and do as your elder tells you to, then I'll make sure you stay that way, and I'll take you back to him later, alright?"
Kaito shuddered, making the man stiffen, and Kaito's tears began to stream down his face as the man tilted his head upwards and began to brush his lips at the base of Kaito's neck. Kaito's eyes locked onto the fish-themed mobile above him. He shut his eyes for a moment.
"D-D-Daddy..." He whimpered. "Help me..."
Minamoto chuckled and bit down on Kaito's neck hard.
Little Kaito screamed.