Lost All Hope

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 22:14:26 -0600

Yamato didn’t see Takeru’s smile toward him. He was letting his hair, which was loose for a change, fall into a curtain that hid his face. If he had seen the smile, he probably would have felt a little better. Instead he simply sat there, trying to figure out why Takeru didn’t see the situation the way he did. But he was too exhausted to try and explain or fight it. So he just resigned and let Takeru win. He’d do it his brother’s way simply because he didn’t have the strength at that moment to protest.

“And?” he said quietly. Yeah, he sort of figured staying was something his brother wanted him to do once they got out.

Yamato’s questioning voice stopped him from saying anything else right away. All of a sudden Takeru realized how much he hated this. He could tell that his brother had just given in to what Takeru wanted for now. But it felt cheap somehow. It was supposed to be harder than this. He groaned a little and shook his head. He couldn’t do this any more right now. Not when Yamato was so…weak, in response.

“Just forget about it right now. We can talk about it later,” he murmured. “We should try to get some sleep or something,” he added, turning away from Yamato and trying to find a comfortable place on the floor. Not that he thought that he would sleep but he was sure Yamato needed it. He seemed exhausted.

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 21:59:30 -0600

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It was sort of remarkable that Takeru was able to read him that well when, at least in his opinion, he hadn’t actually revealed enough of the truth for anyone to understand. He sat in stunned silence for a while. It wasn’t that he wanted Takeru to need protecting. It’s just that… it was Yamato’s job to protect him anyway. He was the shield. A shield with holes in it, that went missing most of the time, and had thorns wrapped around the handle. Yeah, awesome shield.

Yamato let his head hang. He still disagreed, that being the older brother he’d always be the protector, but he didn’t have the energy to fight. “What do you want me to do, then?” he muttered.

Takeru sighed a little, “I don’t know. Don’t up and leave me for a start. I missed you, you know?” He smiled weakly over at his brother. “I had only just gotten you back, I don’t want to lose you again,” he murmured. More than anything Takeru just wanted his brother around again. He looked away and ran a hand over his face, he felt like a weakling for saying things like that, especially since he was not sure what his brother would think of it.

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 21:42:49 -0600

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“That makes it worse, don’t you see? Your first time that you didn’t hate was with your brother. And it’s the principle, Takeru…”

Yamato knew he wasn’t going to get through to Takeru. Unfortunately, Takeru made sense. It probably didn’t matter anymore. And if he was fine with what happened, Yamato should be so upset. But he just couldn’t not be. He wasn’t sure why, but he was still devastated that somehow, he always ended up being less than the brother Takeru needed. And this situation they were now in took the cake. So to speak. If there was actually any cake, they’d probably be eating it.

“Principle?” Takeru questioned. What the hell did this have to do with principle. Then a thought occurred to him and he started laughing weakly. He shook his head, “I don’t believe it. It’s just like when we were kids isn’t it? Just like back in the digital world when you got so damn mad and depressed because you thought that Taichi was being a better older brother to me than you. I was just growing up, learning that I could do things on my own and everyone else supported me but you wanted me to be the little brother you had to protect. And now, it’s just like back then.” He ran a hand through his hair and looked at his brother, “I don’t need you to protect me any more Nii-san. I need you to be my older brother. Someone who is there for me when I need it, not to protect me from it but to just be there for me. I need a friend more than a protector Nii-san, back then and even more so now.”

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 21:20:16 -0600

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If Yamato had been drinking something, he would have spit it out. His eyes were wider than he thought he could get them. Ice was running through his veins. Any way to describe that he was shocked worked. There were…. so many things wrong with what Takeru said. And he just… said them! Yamato was completely blown away by howblunthis little brother was. He had to reply, but where did he start?!

“End of the world or not, that’s not something brothers should do to one another… I care that it happened, and you should too. I’m concerned that you liked it,” he said in an even tone. He was speaking carefully so he didn’t start laughing, crying, or both. Laughing because… seriously that was so blunt. Crying because the situation was terrible. What Yamato didn’t want to admit was that he didn’t hate what they’d done either. He didn’t mind the actual actions of it. He just hated the fact that he was, once again, not being a proper older brother to Takeru.

Takeru snorted a little, “Nii-san, it’s only logical that I liked it. You were the first person I had ever done those things with that gave two shits about me. I don’t see what is wrong with the fact that I liked having sex with someone who actually cares about me. It’s not like either of us is a girl, so it’s not like we’ll be popping out mutated babies because of it and it’s not like we are kids any more Yama, it’s been ten years. We’re barely even the same people we were back then.”

He wondered if his argument was falling on deaf ears, he wasn’t sure. Like he had said earlier, Yamato was stubborn. A large part of Takeru doubted that he would change Yamato’s mind no matter what he said. He had to try though, didn’t he?

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 20:51:16 -0600

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Yamato shrugged. If he didn’t want someone to fuss over him, he’d lie. But that was him, not Takeru.

“What are you talking about?” Yamato asked in a tired voice. Yeah, he was stubborn. But he figured Takeru was referring to something. Why else would he say it like that out of the blue?

Takeru bit back a sigh and debated if he really wanted to get into this. But he realized that if he didn’t than it may never happen. Yamato would be more than likely to run off again once they got out of this and well, he should have mentioned all this back when things happened between them but you couldn’t blame him really for being slightly emotionally messed up back then. Too much to start an argument.

Now seemed like the perfect time though, or rather, as perfect as it was ever going to get. “Why can’t you just realize that what happened with us…it’s not all that bad actually? It’s pretty much the end of the world Yamato, or pretty damn close to it in my books, and guess what? No one fucking cares any more! Who cares if you fucked me Yamato? I likedit. And maybe that’s weird. Maybe it makes me weird. I don’t really care anymore. We’re just gonna die eventually anyways. Why not enjoy ourselves in the meantime?” he stated, speaking his thoughts aloud for the first time.

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 20:11:15 -0600

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“Checking if you’re lying to me,” Yamato said smoothly as he pulled away. Takeru didn’t have a fever, that was good. He sat next to Takeru, though he left a bit of space between them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be near his brother, but rather that he thought it would be better for Takeru if he wasn’t around Yamato. But, Yamato really didn’t want to bother moving back across the cell. That would take too much energy, energy he really didn’t have. He didn’t know if he could even fight against the guards if he could have gotten out tonight anyway. He was wiped out.

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. The pain from his injuries became a dull ache once he stopped moving. That was good. He could sleep with a dull ache, but a sharp pain was a little more difficult to deal with.

Takeru frowned at his brother’s answer. “Why would I lie to you?” he murmured, shaking his head a little. He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. He was tempted to yell at Yamato right now, even knowing how little good it would do.He glanced over at Yamato after that he settled down, “You know, you’re really stubborn.”

It was a simple statement but one that was true. Takeru knew it was a tribute he shared more often than not but right now he hated that Yamato possessed it. He just wanted his brother back but Yamato seemed determined to never let that happen.

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 16:54:30 -0600

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Takeru took too long to answer for Yamato’s taste. That made him think Takeru was lying. He stared in the direction he was certain his brother was in for a while, waiting to see if Takeru would say more than “I’m fine.” When he didn’t say anything else, Yamato decided he’d have to go look at Takeru himself. Once again, with a grunt of pain, he pushed himself up off of the floor and walked over to Takeru. He could really feel the bandages getting wet now. That was fine. He’d just not move anymore after he got to Takeru.

Yamato knelt before Takeru once he found him and rested his hand against Takeru’s forehead to judge his temperature. He frowned. Maybe it was because it was so hot and muggy down there, but he couldn’t really get a feel of whether or not his little brother had a fever. Yamato pulled his hand away and gently touched his lips to Takeru’s forehead instead.

Takeru had head Yamato moving closer to him but he had kept his eyes closed, not really sure what to expect. The hand on his forehead was a bit of a surprise and yet not at all considering his brother was concerned he was sick. He didn’t think he had a fever though, he didn’t feel warm at least or cold. Still, he didn’t know. Maybe it was a good thing Yamato was checking. He could remember Yamato doing this when he was sick as a child. The memory brought a faint smile to his face.

When the hand pulled away he was expecting that to be it but then he felt lips against his forehead. His eyes shot open and looked at his brother. He could feel his heart racing at just the little touch. “W-What are you doing?” he asked quietly. He knew of course, in a part of his mind that Yamato was just checking his temperature. Part of him wished it was more. He was pretty sure he hated that part of himself, knowing it would drive his brother away from him.

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Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:53:51 -0600

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Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:17:12 -0600

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Yamato’s everything hurt. He could feel his bandages getting wet with blood already at that small movement of him getting up. It wasn’t too much, though. It wasn’t like they were already soaked through. At least, not as far as he could tell.

Once again, he didn’t answer Takeru. Instead, he walked toward the bars of their cell and looked out as much as he could. It was dark in the prison, so he could barely see what was in front of him. Honestly, he could barely see Takeru. Yamato wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find as he looked out of their cell, but he hoped he would get some sort of idea to get them out.

He sighed. There was nothing that he could see. Maybe it was night time? That was probably it. In the morning, if he wasn’t dragged out again, he would probably be able to get a better look at what was in the hall way, and then perhaps they’d be able to break out once it got dark again.

Yamato stepped away from the bars and sat down again against the wall. He was quiet for a while before he said suddenly, “How are you feeling?”

Takeru frowned when Yamato never answered his question. His eyes followed the older man around the room for a little while but finally he looked away. He let out a bit of a sigh and shook his head. It was seeming like it was pointless to even try to talk to Yamato, at least not until he wanted to talk. He decided he would just have to wait.

He didn’t react right away when Yamato finally asked him a question. He shrugged eventually, “I’m fine.” He was still sick sure but it was much better than it had been before he’d been captured. He was hungry and thirsty but he couldn’t really do anything about that so he chose to ignore it.

He had been busy trying to think of ways out of here. He didn’t know if the resistance group would come to his rescue this time. They might not know he was missing. The only thing he had thought of so far was that the next time they came to take one of them away for torture or whatever he had to make sure that it was him. If he could just be noticed than there was a higher chance of them getting rescued, the resistance group had ears in tons of organizations. So far Takeru had been isolated and he intended to change that if he could.

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 11:53:54 -0600

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Yamato heard what Takeru said, but he didn’t want to dignify that bitter statement with a response. The truth was, yes. Takeru was a distraction. The reminder of what they had done with each other was a distraction. Trying to protect Takeru from himself was a distraction. He wasn’t necessarily a bad distraction, but he was one nonetheless.

Of course, the truth wasn’t something Yamato figured his brother wanted to hear.

He pulled himself up off of the ground with a painful grunt. Moving hurt everywhere, and he could feel his healing skin pulling and cracking under his shoddy bandages. It hurt so bad. But laying on the ground wasn’t helping anyone, and he needed to find a way out of this cell. If not for him, then for Takeru. His brother was sick and needed to get out sooner rather than later to get treated. And Yamato didn’t like the idea of his little brother being in a prison cell anyway.

Takeru had stayed silent after his mumbled statement, staring at a blank spot at the wall with a frown. He knew he had been right in his statement, his brother’s silence just reaffirmed that. Though Takeru supposed that he was grateful that Yamato did not vocalize what they both knew was the truth.

He was painfully aware of the cruel irony to this whole situation. For weeks he had thought of nothing but finding his brother again as he searched fruitlessly for him, and now here they were, finally together but wanting nothing more than to be apart again. Well, that was not entirely true in Takeru’s case. He did not want to be apart from Yamato but he could not stand being around him when he acted this way. Like Yamato was trying to protect Takeru from him for some reason and Takeru’s presence was clearly unwanted.

Hearing movement jolted Takeru from his thoughts. He glanced over to his brother, watching Yamato get up off the floor, clearly in pain. He raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure you should be moving around?” He had noted earlier that Yamato was hurt but he had refrained from commenting, knowing that Yamato would just try to brush his attention off in some way. Still, he couldn’t help but to worry about him and wonder what had happened but he kept his worries to himself.

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 10:49:19 -0600

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Takeru had to know why Yamato actually left. It had to be painfully obvious why. That had to be the reason Takeru’s tone was so bitter. The question was more or less rhetorical, Yamato thought. Takeru couldn’t possibly want him to actually answer. At least, not with the truth. So, Yamato didn’t answer with the truth. Instead he said, “I needed to be able to focus on it completely.”

That was probably the worst lie he’d ever told. Yeah, not going to work definitely helped with the search. But he didn’t need to leave Takeru out of it for that. After all, Takeru was really the only person he talked to. His brother was the only one he’d been able to see since their defeat so many years ago, so it would have made sense to stay with Takeru.

But, of course, Yamato had to leave in order to help his brother forget what happened. That’s what he was telling himself anyway.

Takeru did snort at his brother’s answer this time. “Guess I’m just a distraction then, huh?” he muttered quietly, not sure if his brother would hear him but not really caring if he did. He knew his brother was not really telling the truth with that statement but then again he was pretty sure he had known the truth before he had asked the question in the first place.

He hated this. This was not the way that he had wanted things to go when he had seen his brother again. Then again he had not expected them to be captured when it happened either. Though you could say that it worked in his favor in a way. At least this way his brother had nowhere to go, he couldn’t run from this. Takeru had a feeling that if they had ran into each other some other way than Yamato would have found a way to leave again. He was scared that if they made it out of here that was exactly what would happen. He just wanted his brother back, he wasn’t sure Yamato wanted the same thing.

Then again maybe it was for the best, even if it didn’t feel that way. Takeru was still plagued by thoughts of his brother in ways that he really shouldn’t be thinking of. Especially since he knew his brother had hated what they had done so much. Still, he could not just stay away from his brother because of that. He cared about him too much, he would not just abandon that.

"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 10:20:35 -0600

“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”

- Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via honeyforthehomeless)

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 10:15:04 -0600

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“Don’t tell me not to be,” he mumbled. Yamato still couldn’t believe Takeru didn’t hate him for it. Or maybe he did and just didn’t want to admit it because they were brothers. What Yamato had done was unforgivable, and Takeru didn’t need to pretend to forgive him.

As he laid there on the floor, Yamato debated if he wanted to tell Takeru how he ended up in that prison cell. He didn’t want to tell him. But, it was his fault that Takeru ended up there too. His brother deserved some sort of explanation.

“I was looking for something and got careless,” he started. “I didn’t find it, but they found me.”

It was vague, and he figured Takeru would probably ask what it was he was looking for. That part he didn’t mind admitting if he had to. It was the rest of it, going to a club, finding that strange woman, being intimate with her and stopping… all of that was what he wanted to avoid telling his little brother.

Takeru held back a snort at his brother’s first words. Yamato was right though, he couldn’t really tell him not to be sorry. He hated it though. He just wanted things to go back to normal with his brother or at least better than this. But Yamato seemed convinced that Takeru hated him or at least convinced that he should hate him. He seemed to think that Takeru should want nothing to do with him and was bent on enforcing that even though in truth it was not like that at all.

He listened quietly to Yamato’s explanation, finding that it gave more questions than answers. For a moment he considered questioning what his brother was looking for but then he decided that that could come later. He wanted an answer to his own question first, wanted to know why Yamato had just left like that in the first place. “So, you couldn’t go looking for this thing without abandoning your old life?” he questioned, a little bit of bitterness seeping into his voice. It had hurt to find his brother gone like that, especially once he’d realized that he had not been captured but rather had just up and left on his own.

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 22:15:22 -0600

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Guilt made Yamato’s stomach sink. So Takeru ended up in this place because he was looking for him? That made Yamato feel even worse. Not only did he do something horrendous to Takeru, but because he disappeared, both of them wound up captured. And Takeru got sick. Yamato really couldn’t do anything right.

Yamato ignored Takeru’s question and just said, “I’m sorry.” It was pathetic. But that was all he could manage to say. He was sorry, but that didn’t make up for what he’d done, for what he’d caused. Is this what rock bottom felt like? Then he most certainly hit it. And to make it worse, he dragged his little brother down with him.

One thing was certain. He had to get them out of here. Somehow. He just wasn’t sure how yet.

Takeru frowned a little at Yamato’s response. All it did was to remind him very blatantly of what it had been like the last time they had seen each other. That tone in Yamato’s voice and the way you could just hear the guilt in it. He realized that nothing had really changed since the last time. Yamato still felt so guilty over what had happened.

Part of what Takeru had told himself while he was looking for his brother was that when he found him he would ask him where he had gone. In the back of his mind though he already knew why Yamato had disappeared like that. It was to get away from Takeru, from what they had done. And Takeru wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that if they somehow figured a way out of this situation that Yamato would stick around. He would leave again if he had the chance.

He sighed a little. “Don’t be,” he muttered, knowing it would make no difference to Yamato anyways. “So, you gonna tell me how you ended up here then?” he questioned, wondering if his brother would actually talk to him while they were stuck here.

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 10:21:37 -0600

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He could hear the guards bringing someone into his cell. He could also hear them talking, though he didn’t bother to try and understand what it was they were saying. All he listened for was the bang that let him know they shut his prison cell door and left.

Quiet. That’s all he wanted. Just the quiet that he didn’t have when he was being interrogated. Yamato still hoped sleep would come to him. But when his new cellmate called his name, he knew sleep was impossible. Even though the man’s throat was obviously dry and his voice cracked a little, Yamato recognized it.

“What are you doing here?” was Yamato’s response. He didn’t bother saying it was him, or that he knew who Takeru was. That was pointless. Yamato only wanted to know what got his little brother thrown into the same situation he was in. And, he was curious why the guards would put them in the same cell. They looked like brothers, so it wasn’t like the resemblance wasn’t there.

Oh well. One thing at a time. How on Earth did Takeru end up there too?

Yamato’s rather blunt question surprised Takeru, though he guessed it was a dose of reality that he needed. There was not going to be some heartfelt reunion between them, not in the situation they were in and even despite that what had happened between them might not allow for a reunion like that.

Takeru pulled himself over to lean against the wall and slumped against it a bit. “If you mean here as in this room, then I have no clue. I was sure they were content to leave me to rot away alone in that other room and yet they brought me here,” he said, his voice still scratchy and interspersed with coughs. “If you mean this situation in general however,” he said, waving his hand at the room, “I went looking for you. I got sick. I stole medicine but I was careless. I went to sleep and I woke up here somewhere.” He shrugged a little and coughed again into his hand. He was still sick, though nowhere near as bad as it had been before. He glanced over at Yamato, “And you?”

Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

Fri, 13 Jul 2012 13:35:21 -0600

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Yamato had been floating in and out of consciousness since his ‘interrogation’. It was mostly torture. They didn’t actually know who he was, he figured out. They, whoever they were, just felt like grabbing him and throwing him in prison. They must have been bored.

He said ‘they’ because his captors were human. Well, mostly. Some were Digimon. But it was getting to the point that he was having a difficult time telling the difference. He didn’t know what day it was, what time it was, if it was day or night. He was just stuck in that cell unless he was being tortured.

The torture was… he couldn’t find a word for it. Yamato had been strapped to a chair, and if he couldn’t or wouldn’t answer a question, he’d have a strip of skin flayed off with a knife. Usually on his arms. And most of the time he really couldn’t answer the questions. They were along the lines of ‘Who are you working for’ and ‘What information were you told to get?’. Unfortunately, he wasn’t working for anyone, and he wasn’t told to get any information.

At this moment, though, he’d been left alone. So he layed on his back in his prison cell, his shirt open because he was hot and his arms wrapped in bandages. Yamato was becoming numb to the throbbing pain of his wounds. Unfortunately, though, he still could not sleep.

Takeru’s call had gone unheard days ago. There was no answer, not from fellow prisoners and not from his captors even. There was nothing. With nothing else to do he had sat there for hours and hours and hours. No one ever came. For days he day there without anyone coming. On maybe the third day or so, he had been losing consciousness at that point because of dehydration and so he wasn’t quite sure exactly when it was, they threw water on his face. By the time he regained himself enough to look around they were gone, leaving him a small pitcher of water.

For another few days Takeru was left alone there, with nothing but water. When his door finally opened he blinked up at the shadows framed against the bright light in the doorway. He had no strength to put up resistance as they dragged him up, unchaining his foot and dragging him down the hall.

He heard them talking to each other as they walked, his muddled brain trying to piece together the conversation.

“Where are we taking this one?….to the other one. You know…the blonde thing…But why?…dunno, maybe to scare him of what’s coming. The other blonde isn’t gonna last much longer anyways…”

Takeru wasn’t sure if they were talking about him or something else. He didn’t really have time to think about it though as they stopped in front of another cell and without another word tossed him inside.

The door slammed shut behind him with a bang. It took Takeru a few minutes to take in his surroundings. He realized that finally he was not alone. Not only that but he knew the other person. Or at least, he thought that he might, maybe he was just hallucinating or something. “Y-Yama?” he croaked, his throat still feeling parched despite the water he’d been given.

Sunday / July 8 / 1:28pm

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 22:54:00 -0600

The next time that Takeru woke up he knew that he was in trouble. He had gone to sleep in a old warehouse, telling himself that he was just going to get some rest. Now he was in a dark room that was clearly not the same place he had gone to sleep.

He had managed to steal some pills from a private clinic, thinking that he had managed to get away unnoticed. Clearly he hadn’t. After making it away he had taken a few of the pills and promptly fallen asleep. Now he was here, wherever here was. A panicked thought occurred to him and he moved his tongue around in his mouth, relieved when he felt the little plastic bag of pills. It was a safe place to keep pills if there was no where else available and clearly it worked as whoever had taken him had not searched there.

After taking a moment to assess his situation he realized a few key things. His hand were free, for some unknown reasons, but there was a shackle around his foot that was chaining him to the floor. He also seemed to be alone, in this little room at least.

For a few minutes he sat there weighing his options. He could call out and if he was lucky he would get an answer from other prisoners. If he was unlucky it could be letting the people who captured him know that he was now awake. Still, it had to be better than sitting here alone, maybe. Inside, he had to admit to himself that he was very scared. He had been neglectful of the resistance group for over a month now, mostly out of contact with them. Every other time that he had been captured they had saved him eventually. But this time he feared that they would not know, or worse, that they would not care.

Finally he decided that there was nothing else to lose, except his life that is, and so he called out. “Hello? Is anyone else there?”

Friday / July 6 / 1:44pm

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 23:03:36 -0600

A cough tore through him violently, Takeru’s whole body shaking with the force of it. He looked down at his hand which had covered his mouth as he coughed and frowned a little at the sight of blood. That wasn’t good.

He had been sick for nearly a week now. He knew that he should be at home resting, or at least have taken some medicine, but ever since he had found out that Yamato was missing he’d been searching for him. He had not been home since he had found out, knowing that it was faster and easier to stay on Yamato’s trail if he stayed on the streets, always moving. Not that Yamato had left much of a trail. There had been the purchase of the list of names but after that the trail had gone cold.

And well, for the last week he had been progressively getting sicker. He had just ignored it as best as he could but now he realized he could no longer do that. He was not doing well and if he did not fix it fast than he might not live to find his brother.

With a groan he pushed himself up from the wall he had been sitting against. He needed to get himself medicine, fast. He had been neglectful. He just hoped that he would be able to do this. It was not the sort of thing he liked to do while not on the top of his game but he had no choice. He had to do this or die.

Timeline for Takeru as of July 4th

Wed, 04 Jul 2012 21:57:00 -0600

Takeru finds both Yamato and Mimi on Tumblr
Takeru meets up with Yamato
Takeru goes out one night and runs into Yamato at a club
After a show, Takeru went with Yamato back to his brother’s loft and things went in a direction he never would have imagined
A month after the incident with Yamato Takeru finally decides to check on his brother and finds him missing

Saturday / June 23 / 2:26am - Streets

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 18:54:44 -0600

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Takeru was too preoccupied with trying to help his brother out of the ropes to notice Koushiro slip on a gas mask. He quietly moved towards an intact drawer, and pulled out a smoke grenade. It was filled with a more mild form of the gas that he used to knock out Yamato, so that it wouldn’t cause Takeru to go unconscious for too long, but it would definitely get the job done. Before the blond had a chance to react, he threw it on the ground, and watched as the silhouette of his target collapse on the floor without a struggle.

Once the mist dissipated, Koushiro walked over to the boy on the ground, picked him up, and bound his body using chains on a nearby wall. He had tested and retested these the past several days, ensuring that regardless of how strong its captive may be, they would not budge. He clamped a wrist, then the other, then bound his feet after that, giving the impression that he was set on a crucifix. The only other modification was a headlock, which would force Takeru to watch every action that Koushiro would make in the upcoming minutes. With that, everything was in place.

Target knocked out precisely 0:52 ago. Effects of sedative bound to wear off in 9:08.

That gave him nearly 10 minutes for preparation. Preparation for a show that his audience would never forget.

Takeru had been taken completely by surprise by the gas, slumping to the floor in a matter of moments, having made little progress on the ropes. The blissful nothingness was a haven compared to where he would soon be but as the gases effects wore off Takeru had no choice but to wake up slowly.

His eyes blinked open slowly as his vision came into focus. His head was pounding quite terribly as he tried to gaze around the room but he found his head was locked in place. In fact, his whole body was locked in place. He pulled fruitlessly at the chains binding him, wishing he could see them better and maybe that would help him find his way out but he could only see what was straight in front of him.

It was only then that Takeru realized what was straight in front of him and it was not a very welcoming sight. His brother was still bound to the table and Koushiro was nowhere to be seen for the moment. Had something happened to them? Had someone captured them as well as Yamato? But where was Koushiro then? Why wasn’t he bound up like they were?