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仁義	By : Kimmimaru Category: Gravitation > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Authors note: Ok, this chapters not nice. It contains scenes some may find disturbing, I have used real methods of torture in this such as Water boarding and branding, as well as drowning. So, if you don't like...I have warned you!

Chapter 23: Gōmon (Torture)

Time passed. Ryuichi had no idea how long, but suddenly the whole place was filled with a horrendous scream. It echoed around the prison like a siren, the singer flinched and tried to struggle free of his bonds. He ignored the tearing of his skin, it was easy as panic obliterated everything. He could feel blood trickling down his wrists as he worked on trying to loosen them, but it was no use. They were too tight, too well tied. These men were professionals; they knew exactly what they were doing! "Shit!" He swore violently. "Shuichi...please be ok..."

"No! Please...I don't know anything! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Shuichi's scream made Ryuichi feel lead fill his stomach, he was completely helpless.

Later, the doors opened again and something heavy was dropped into the cell by Ryuichi's side, he gasped and tried to move to Shuichi's side but hands grabbed him and dragged him roughly away, the last thing he heard before the cage door was shut was Shuichi's muffled sob.

He was dragged quite far, but finally he was thrown roughly to the floor. He hit it with a thump and was forced onto his knees, he hung his head, breathing heavily.

"So, the boy really doesn't know a thing." The American's voice was cold and calm.

"Bastard! What did you do to him?" Ryuichi snapped, he tried to lunge forward but was held back by rough hands.

The man chuckled. "Let's just say it was a shame to ruin such perfection."

"If you've hurt him...I'll..."

"You'll what, exactly, Mr. Sakuma?" The man said calmly. "I believe that you are in no position to make threats." Ryuichi heard him walking back and forth for a moment, he sat in silence, waiting for what they would do next. "I will give you a choice now...choose wisely. We want everything you can give us on one Tohma Seguchi; we can go about this one of two ways. The first, and the easiest, is if you just tell us what we want to know. The second, and personally my favourite, is that we can force the information from you in very painful ways." Ryuichi felt the man's hand in his hair as he yanked roughly on it, hot breath caressed his cheek and he hissed air through his teeth. "Now, which will you choose?"

"I'll die before I betray Tohma." Ryuichi said without hesitation. "You'd best kill me now, because I will not tell you anything!"

"Ah, but if we kill you now, It will be no fun..." Ryuichi felt fingers slid into his shirt, the buttons were popped open and his head forced back. "Torturing such a beautiful body will give me pleasure beyond anything I could wish for. Thanks to your stubbornness, I will enjoy this far too much..."

It had been four days. Four days since anyone had seen any sign of Ryuichi or Shuichi. Tohma sat in his chair, his hands in his hair as he listened to Sakano speaking about things which no longer mattered. Every time he thought of his friend's disappearance he felt cold inside. Suddenly the door burst open and they all looked over to see K standing there breathing heavily, he had something in his hands and he looked pale and terrified. "Boss...you have to see this!" He gasped as he stepped into the room. "I know what happened to Ryuichi and Shuichi..." He walked over to the large television and slipped in the tape in his hands, he switched it on and what Tohma saw made his stomach clench.

"Hello, Mr. Seguchi. My name, as you may well remember is Mason Wright. Yes, you should remember, I was the one you sold the young Shuichi to." The man was speaking English, he had red hair and green eyes, his smile was all teeth. "I am currently in possession of two people who may be of some importance to you..." He stepped to the side of the camera which zoomed in on a dark form lying on the floor. A large bucket filled with icy water stood beside the body and it shuddered as if cold. The American stood over the figure and grabbed a handful of hair, he dragged the man over to the bucket and the camera zoomed in on the face. Dark wet hair clung to a pale face, a rough covering bound their eyes but Tohma knew it was Ryuichi. Mason smiled before plunging the singers head into the water, it cascaded over the sides of the bucket and Ryuichi struggled desperately. After an agonisingly long time he was dragged out again, he coughed and gagged, choking on the water as it left his lungs. "We have certain...demands." the man said with a small smile, "I am sure we will be able to come to some kind of agreement, don't you? Especially as this one..." he shook Ryuichi making him groan. "Has been particularly stubborn and refuses to give anything away. However, we are wearing him down...and soon he will break. The other one, the pink haired boy is in worse condition as he seems unused to such treatment; I suppose another day in that freezing cold room will have him completely under our influence."

"T-Tohma..." Ryuichi gasped. "D-don't..."

Mason made an angry noise and slammed Ryuichi's head into the floor. The singer lay limp as blood began to pool around him. "That one has already tried to kill himself several times! He is very well trained...I have to say, I admire the ruthless way you train your men. I am impressed, which is why I think we can come to some kind of arrangement. I want my compensation, Seguchi. So, you have a choice, you may take back only one of these singers...which one you want will be your decision. Think well."

The screen went blank. The room was left in silence. Tohma stared at the screen, his hands shaking slightly. K looked at the president, waiting for some kind of order but the man was looking completely lost.

"Shacho...?" Sakano began softly.

Tohma turned huge blue eyes onto him. "Do...we have enough men...to find them?" he asked slowly, as if only just waking from a nightmare.

Sakano looked away before shaking his head. "Too many have been arrested...and even more have disappeared...others have defected."

Tohma uttered a tiny, defeated gasp and fell into his seat. "I can't..." He muttered, his hands covering his face and muffling his voice. "Ryuichi would...want me to choose...Shindou..." he said slowly. "B-But...I-I can't...I can't make that kind of decision!"

Ryuichi slowly came around. He was spending more time unconscious than he was awake and he was sure that was a bad thing. As he swam back to the surface of his mind, he slowly opened his eyes. They were still covered by dark cloth but he could hear soft whimpering from somewhere else in the cell. "Shu-chan?" he croaked.

"S-sakuma...san?" Shuichi's voice was soft and he sounded as if he was freezing cold. Ryuichi couldn't feel temperature, and he realised vaguely that that was probably another bad sign.

"You alright?"

"N-no...Y-You l-look awful...What are they d-doing?"

Ryuichi sighed heavily and turned his head the side. "Nothing you need to know about..." He replied. "Shuichi...some advice; the pain...it's all in your head. You can ignore it...you can get over it. J-Just...keep that in mind. And no matter what, you will get out of here."

"W-What about you?"

Ryuichi smiled. "I'll die in this place." He whispered.

"No!" Shuichi moved over the other singer. He looked down at him, his eyes bound, his sopping wet hair now freezing to his skin as he shivered violently. His lips were blue tinted and his skin too pale. "Y-You c-can't!"

"I will...Tohma won't sacrifice you. He'll get you out because...because o-of Yuki...Don't worry, I-I'll be fine..." He was hardly even aware he was shivering, he had forgotten what it was to be warm. His breath came from his lips in white steam, the temperature in the room was dropping. Shuichi moved and lay down beside Ryuichi, he pressed his body close and tried to share what little warmth he had in his body with the singer.

They fell asleep like that, curled up against each other and they were woken what seemed like minutes later by a bang. Ryuichi was dragged up again and pulled away, he was too weak to even stand on his own so he was carried. The temperature slowly increased as they moved into the warmer parts of the prison. He was thrown roughly to the floor and lay there unable to help his shaking. Someone grabbed his hair and shoved him down flat onto his back, he was untied, but quickly retied onto a flat surface. His blindfold was left on but he felt something else cover his face. His hands clenched into fists and he shoved aside the panic.

"Now then, I will ask you again, Mr. Sakuma...what does Tohma treasure most? What is his deepest fear?"

"Fuck you!" Ryuichi shouted. His voice echoed weakly back at him, almost mocking his feeble attempts to raise his voice.

"Then, we will continue..."

When the freezing water came he felt his lungs clench painfully. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his body arched off of the board he was tied to and he gasped and choked violently. His chest ached, his mind was foggy and his muscles burned from the near constant tension they were under. He was bound tightly, legs and arms. No matter how much he strained and struggled against the holds they wouldn't give, his body trembled, his head swam from lack of oxygen and he could feel darkness encroach across his brain.

When he was brought around he choked and spluttered weakly, he was lying on the cold stone floor and shivering so violently he hurt. Soft gasps and pitiful moans escaped him, but he couldn't stop it. When he had regained most of his senses he felt hands in his hair, the touch was almost loving as his face was turned.

"So stubborn...it would be easier for everyone if you just gave us the information..."An idea occurred to the bound Ryuichi. He lowered his head so damp hair covered his bound eyes, he stuck his tongue between his teeth and bit down as hard as he could...suddenly fingers prized open his jaw and his head was tipped back. He winced slightly as blood filled his mouth and dripped down his chin. "Ah ah ah...and I thought you had given up on the idea of topping yourself, how very disappointing. Gag him."

Ryuichi was dragged away from the American and the fingers left his mouth, something else was forced into it instead, soft cloth was wedged firmly between his teeth so he would be unable to bite through his tongue. He fell to the floor. Now there really was no escape...

Next his fingers were broken, one by one, slowly bent backwards until they snapped. He couldn't help the scream that ripped itself free of him, his body jerked as he tried to escape the pain but he was pinned down and held still. The American was chuckling softly. "Finally...you make a sound. You're screams are wonderful, you really do have the voice of an angel."

They took a break from their torture and left him in the freezing cold cell with Shuichi. The older singer lay still, unmoving except his chest as he breathed. Every now and again he was struck by fits of violent coughing, Shuichi held his head in his lap and smoothed hair from his face as he hummed in a cracked voice to try and sooth the other singer as best he could. He wanted to get out of there, but what could he do? He couldn't escape alone, and if he took Ryuichi with him he would be slowed down. He sighed and looked down into Ryuichi's face, he had bruises covering him and he was as white as a sheet, when Shuichi touched his forehead he could feel the heat of a fever. One of his hands was bound in rough bandages, several of his fingers broken. Shuichi had heard the screams, the first sound he had heard from Ryuichi since the torture had begun. He felt tears sting his eyes and he lowered his head, he was so scared. His tears fell onto Ryuichi's face and the singer moaned softly as he dragged himself from his half conscious state.

"Shuichi?" He muttered.

"Yes, I'm here..." The younger man replied.

"Y-You'll...get out...don't worry..."

"B-But I can't leave you behind!"

"I'm...dying anyway." Ryuichi replied gently. "I'm useless to Tohma now...He doesn't...need me. But...you are needed." He was struggling to speak, his brain so fogged it felt like running through custard to form whole thoughts. He could taste little else but his own blood and his lungs ached viciously. He broke into a sudden, violent coughing fit, more blood filled his mouth from his lungs and he curled into a ball as he tried to regain his breath. When he had he sighed heavily and fell back into his own dark world.

Tohma stood outside the old prison, he had K at his side along with Sakano. He had neglected to tell Yuki, the author would just get in the way if he let his anger control him. However, he was unable to keep Hiro away, the guitarist had insisted he come along to save Shuichi. K checked his guns one last time before nodding to the president, together they went inside.

They were met by a man in a suit, his long hair tied back in a pony tail that trailed down his back. The man led them through the decaying building and into an area that had been made into a torture chamber, the leader sat in a seat with two people at his feet. Shuichi was bound and gagged but when he saw Hiro his eyes widened and he made to move forward, the American grabbed him and dragged him back. There was no movement from Ryuichi, who lay on his side, his rasping breath's obvious as they echoed through the silent hall.

"We have come for the hostage." Tohma said slowly, he emptied himself of emotion and forced his eyes away from the broken man on the floor. He was the picture of ruthlessness, dressed in a smart, clean cut suit and his signature trilby.

"Ah, you have come to a decision? Good. I wander, who have you chosen to keep safe?"

"Shindou-san." Tohma said, without even a second thought. Eiri would be furious with him if he let the pink haired brat die.

Shuichi's eyes went wide. He shook his head as he was dragged forward, the gag was pulled out of his mouth and he struggled weakly. "No! Seguchi-san...you need to help Ryuichi! He's...he's dying!"

Tohma ignored him, only those closest to him saw the signs of distress he kept so well hidden. The American smiled.

"Then, I get to keep this one..." he pulled Ryuichi's limp body up and Tohma saw the horrible marks covering his body. "I knew it would end up this way...so I took it upon myself to give him my mark." He opened Ryuichi's shirt and revealed a brand that had been seared into his skin. The mark was still bloody, it was the American's initials: MW. He laughed nastily and slowly ran his tongue up Ryuichi's neck. "I was considering for a while removing that nasty tongue of his...he has quite a foul mouth on him, don't you think? I decided not to since his screams are just too divine..." He dropped Ryuichi unceremoniously to the floor and smiled. "And so, our deal is kept. I have a good slave and you have what you want, everyone wins. Even though he was impossible to get information from, I wanted to get to know you better...I have to say..." He stood slowly and walked towards Tohma who lifted his hand as both Sakano and K tightened their trigger fingers. He stepped close and put his hand under Tohma's chin and lifted his head. "...your childish good looks serve you well; at first glance you do not look as if you could handle the things you do. You look far too innocent to be the president of a company and a soulless mobster..."

Tohma's smile would have chilled the dead, he lifted his hand and shoved the American's fingers from his face. "I wouldn't deem it wise for you not to touch me so familiarly, Mr. Wright." He said in a calm controlled voice. "You understand, don't you, that the fact that I returned the money you paid for Shindou-san means I did not renegade on our deal? Really, this is extortion."

The American smiled. "But I had everything set up already, it would be such a terrible shame to let all my plans for a sex slave to go to waste now, wouldn't it. But not to worry, I have what I need...I have an extremely fine specimen to add to my collection. He is...older than I would have liked, but I can make concessions if I must, his beauty more than makes up for it. I do enjoy the rebellious type and it will give me great pleasure watching as his spirit breaks."

Tohma's eyes moved to Ryuichi for a split second. "Our deal is done. I want you out of here in ten days." He muttered softly and turned away.

Hiro held Shuichi up, he felt sick. He didn't follow straight away when Tohma moved off, neither did K. A dark look had entered the American's eyes and he seemed unable to look away from Ryuichi. He was filled with memories of his time with the weird singer, the way he would switch between serious and childish, and the way he was completely devoted to his boss...no matter how far away they were from each other. "Boss..." K muttered. "I can't do it." He took a breath and slowly lifted his gun. "I cannot leave him here...I can't let that man have his filthy hands on him!"

"K!" Tohma snapped. "Enough!"

"But he's right! We can't leave him here!" Hiro said desperately. "I'm not part of this...I only came for Shuichi's sake...and you can't tell me what to do!" His gun was in his hand so fast no one saw the movement, K stared in wide eyed fascination as the musician fired a round of bullets into the men surrounding their boss. Each shot deadly accurate. A look was in his eyes, colder than ice, a look that would freeze the strongest men.

"Holy shit!" K whispered in English. "Hiro...where the hell did you learn..."

"No time." Hiro muttered and grabbed Shuichi, pushing him to the floor. He quickly unbound his arms and legs. "Can you stand?" He whispered in his ear as K covered them. Shuichi nodded. Hiro smiled. "Yuki's waiting for you...get home." He stood and lifted his gun again as Shuichi climbed weakly to his feet.

"Hiro?"

"Just go! We'll come back with Sakuma-san!" He turned and grinned. "Don't worry, Shu, I'm here."

Mason frowned furiously as two of his guards went down. He bared his teeth as he eyed the two men opposite him, he had his own gun inside his jacket but made no move to draw...perhaps he could work this to his advantage? His eyes landed on the long haired boy, the one who had taken out two of his best men with pin point accuracy. He liked the hard look in his eyes, he was indeed a very talented marksman.

Ryuichi groaned, he heard the sharp sounds of gun fire and he managed to roll onto his back. What was Tohma plying at? He couldn't anger the American mob! This was suicide! His arms felt numb but he began slowly working his uninjured fingers, working his way up to his wrists as he slowly began loosening the rope. They hadn't been particularly careful about how they had tied him recently because he had been so weak from the illness that had infested his body from the deep penetrating cold. Slowly but surely the ropes began to loosen...

Tohma watched as K and Hiro stood side by side, guns raised and pointed directly at the Mafia boss before them. He wasn't sure what to do...He had not expected Hiro to be so good at killing, the guitarist had always struck him as someone who wouldn't get angry...obviously he had severely misjudged him.

"Hm, it seems we have two rather good marksmen..." The American said slowly, he stepped forward, right over Ryuichi who was still trying to escape. "I should have expected no less from the infamous Tohma Seguchi..." His eyes met K's and he smiled. "Well, well, if it isn't Claude Winchester...I remember you. You used to work for my father, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did. And I hated every minute of it! He was a selfish, fat pig who only cared about where the next pay off was coming from! He didn't care about his men!"

"So, you joined the Yakuza instead...are they really any better? Are you treated fairly?"

"Fairer than I got back home." K smiled. "'Course, any boss who's willing to sacrifice anything to get his men out of a place alive is worth my loyalty."

"Well, it seems you have your heart set on turning against your own."

K laughed humourlessly. "Own kind? What is that? We're all human aren't we? Seriously, you need your head looked at! Let me ask you a question, Mr. Big shot..." He licked his lips, his eyes narrowing. "Have you ever bothered to ask your men what they think? Have you ever even bothered to ask them how they feel about working for you?"

Mason raised an eyebrow. "Why would I care what they think?" he asked. "It's me they serve, not some miniscule organisation in the deepest darkest Asia."

K looked around at the men who had been inching towards them from all sides. "What do you guys say to this?" He said simply.

"K...what are you up to?" Tohma hissed softly.

"Sh, trust me, boss." K replied with a wink. He returned his attention to the American's. "Do you enjoy working under a guy who wouldn't think twice about getting you killed?" He spoke clearly and slowly and Hiro suddenly realised what he was doing, and if his plan worked they would have a better chance of escaping. He hid his smile. "Do you actually care that your comrades are dying for no reason other than so your boss can get laid. You really gunna take that?"

Ryuichi managed to keep the weak smile off his face as he half listened to K trying to incite rebellion. It was funny, he had never even considered asking the men why they followed such a power hungry, money obsessed leader. He stifled the gasp as his hands suddenly came free. Joy filled him with a bit more strength and he moved silently to untie his legs before removing his blindfold. White light, so bright it felt as if his eyes were burning. He covered his face and slowly allowed his eyes to adjust.

Shuichi's eyes slipped to Ryuichi, he had no idea what was happening, everyone was speaking in English and he hardly understood. His eyes widened as he realised the singer was free, how had that happened? He had no idea but he forced his body not to react. The American was now in more of a dangerous position than he could ever have imagined: he had turned his back on Tohma's Dragon. But, Ryuichi had no weapon. Shuichi's eyes scanned the area, looking for something...anything...then he saw it, a knife sticking out of Hiro's belt. His eyes met Ryuichi's as he struggled to all fours, the singer smiled slightly and Shuichi nodded. His hand went for the knife, slipping it from Hiro's pocket without him noticing. His hand shook slightly as he glanced around to make sure everyone was ignoring him. The other men were totally absorbed in K's speech; with a quick flick of his wrist he slid the knife across the floor.

Ryuichi grabbed it and made it disappear before taking a slow breath and suppressing the urge to cough. His eyes bored into the back of the American, he focussed utterly on his target, slowly, inch by inch he stood.

Mason suddenly realised what K was up to, he had had enough. If he could eliminate the whole of the Seguchi faction right here and now, he would be able to claim two prizes. He smiled slightly and his hand slid into his blazer pocket, he touched the gun and withdrew it...

In that instant Ryuichi loomed up behind him, the knife glittered in his hand before it was plunged deep into the man's neck. "No one touches Tohma." He hissed into Mason's ear as blood spewed forth from his lips. His eyes were wide, disbelieving and slowly they emptied of light. Ryuichi smiled as he dragged the knife across the man's throat, the hot crimson liquid flowed across his hands from where he held Mason's twitching body. There was a sharp noise, like an explosion and Tohma crumpled. K was at his side immediately and Ryuichi released Mason, the man had managed to fire before he had died. "Tohma...no!" Ryuichi made to move forward but his vision wavered, he swayed violently and stumbled before slipping into darkness...

End Note: Ok, so, Waterboarding is the one where Ryuichi was tied down onto a board and had water poured over his face, this is to simulate drowning and can cause serious medical issues. Being kept in a freezing chamber is also a form of torture. And the fact that Ryuichi had his eyes blindfolded all that time acts as a mental form of torture, when you cut off one sense it heightens others so the smallest of sounds would become intolerable. Also, being kept in darkness is a form of isolation which isn't nice.
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