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Miwaku no Zakuro	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey, X Japan, or KISAKI, and do not profit from this work.

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When the clock read half past six in the morning, the light on the ceiling had brightened back to its full-strength white, and Kyo watched it cagily. He could only wonder, what would the second day of his imprisonment bring? More solitude? More silence? More sickness brought on by hunger and nicotine withdrawals? At seven, he heard a faint squeaking, followed by the undeniable sound of water running through pipes nearby. His heart constricting a bit at the noise, he crawled to the side of the room opposite his little bathroom and pressed his ear to the wall.
‘I’m not alone…?’
It was quiet – so quiet, he wasn’t even sure it wasn’t just his imagination – but he was almost certain he could hear the faint strains of music running under the sounds of what he could only assume was a shower. When the running water turned off half an hour later, he was sure he heard – and maybe felt – the gentle thrum of bass passing through the thick wall. He closed his eyes, feeling his jittery heartbeat gradually slow to match the faint ~thump-thump-thump~ of the barely-audible music until eight o’clock, when it disappeared. Biting his lip, he pressed closer to the wall, both hands splayed against it, and strained to catch any further signs of life. For a long time, none were forthcoming.
A little before nine, a soft click from the door caught Kyo’s attention, and he startled where he knelt. His head snapped around to face the far end of the room and he saw a man walking into the room with sharp, predatory eyes that he thought, distantly, that he should recognize from somewhere. The man closed the door behind him and crossed the room with calm, confident strides. Kyo jerked to his feet as the man came to a stop just in front of him, looking down at him with something almost like curiosity.
Kyo opened his mouth to speak, but the man cut him off with one raised hand, his voice curt. “Don’t you dare start screaming again, or I’ll leave you to rot alone in here for another day, do you understand me? You put up quite a fuss yesterday, and I have very little tolerance for noisiness. If you can be civil, I’ll turn your collar off and answer your questions before I go to work. I know you must have quite a few.”
The blonde’s mouth shut with an audible click, eyes wide with surprise. The thought of spending another day in the crushing silence of the barren cell – not knowing where he was being kept or why – was harrowing. Swallowing, he nodded slowly.
“Very good.” The man looked pleased, pulling out a flat, black device that looked very much like a cell phone, tapping and sliding his fingers across the screen. The device beeped softly and Kyo’s choker beeped in response, and the blonde understood with a sickening twist to his stomach that he was seeing the remote control to his collar. “You may speak.”
Kyo opened his mouth cautiously, still wary of further punishment by the damnable necklace. “Who…” No shock, thankfully. He pressed on, struggling to keep his voice level when fear and anger threatened to make it shake. “Who are you? What the hell is going on?!”
“My name is Kaoru Niikura. You may recall, we met Saturday night when you came to my club, Zakuro? You’re here because your friend Mr. Matsuura borrowed a substantial amount of money from my organization, and when we called on him to collect, he couldn’t pay us back.”
“Kisaki…?” Brief flashes of memory surfaced hazily in Kyo’s mind, and he struggled to assemble them into a coherent picture. The back room of a seedy club… the dreadlocked man looking him over like a piece of meat at the market… being thrown into the back of a van…
Kisaki had been there, sure, but… he was involved in this?
“That’s right. Since the New Year, he was given three warnings that we wanted our money, the last of which I issued yesterday afternoon. He didn’t have the cash or the material assets to cover it, so he gave us the only other thing he had. You.”
“What do you mean, he gave you me?! I’m supposed to pay you back?!” Kyo demanded angrily, eyes narrow as he gestured vehemently to himself. “I’m a dancer in a seedy little gay bar; I don’t have any fucking money! And even if I did, I shouldn’t have to pay you anything, because it isn’t my debt to pay! I’ve never gambled or borrowed money in my life – I don’t owe anybody anything!”
Kaoru nodded. “You’re quite right; it’s not your debt, and we don’t expect you to pay it. You yourself are the payment. You have become property of my organization.”
Kyo went abruptly still, eyes wide with horror. “Pro-… property?” He felt like he’d been punched in the stomach.
“Yes. Typically, someone in your situation would be placed under the command of one of my subordinates as either entertainment, security, or administrative personnel. They would train you further in the skills of that particular trade, and place you in a position that most benefits the family until the debt is paid off. In your case, you would end up working under Toshiya as entertainment personnel, likely dancing. Since you have no other profitable skills as far as we know, if you proved uncooperative in that regard, he would have to place you in a brothel.”
The blonde bristled, baring his teeth in a snarl. “A brothel?! I’m not a fucking prostitute! What makes you think I would cooperate for that?!”
Kaoru shrugged a little, entirely unfazed. “You wouldn’t necessarily need to. To put on a good show dancing, you must be willing. To entertain sexually… well, there are those who don’t want a willing partner, and are prepared to pay a little extra to fulfill their fantasies. You could be drugged into compliance, tied up, or we could just allow the client to beat you into submission. So long as you weren’t killed or permanently damaged to the point of being unusable, it would be a plenty lucrative option.”
Kyo reeled back away from the man, paling. “You… you’re serious.”
Kaoru smirked. “Oh yes.”
Kyo swallowed thickly. He didn’t want to believe this man could actually do any of those things to him, but… he was trapped in this place, wasn’t he? Already he’d been kidnapped, drugged, and stripped; what was there stopping this man from raping him, or allowing others in to do so? Shaking his head against a creeping feeling of despair, he squared his shoulders and hissed viciously, “I won’t do it. I’m not a stripper and I’m not a prostitute and you can’t force me to be either!”
“As I said, that’s what we would typically do with you and, regardless of what you think I can or cannot do, it remains an option. But, assuming you don’t prove to be completely unmanageable, you won’t need to worry about making that choice. I’ve decided to keep you for myself.”
Kyo stared at the older man with stunned incredulity. “…What?”
Kaoru gestured at the cell. “These rooms you’re in are part of my personal quarters, and you will be staying here for the foreseeable future as my companion. My pet. From here on out, unless I tell you otherwise, you will serve and obey only me, in any capacity that I may require of you.”
“…” Kyo gaped as the implications of what he’d just been told sank in, then growled, “The hell I will! I won’t do a damn thing for you, you can’t keep me here!”
Kaoru laughed. “I’m Kaoru Niikura, you’d be surprised what all I can do. Try to understand; I’m not exaggerating in the least when I say that you are mine now, to do with whatever I may please. The sooner you come to terms with that, the easier this life will be for you. You may even come to enjoy our arrangement if you behave yourself.”
Kaoru’s sharp gaze ran a slow, leisurely course down the length of his new pet’s body as he spoke. He had seen Kyo nude already, the night before last when the doctor delivered his pet after conducting a physical, before he had wrapped the younger man in a bathrobe to keep him warm. The compact form – all lean muscle wrapped in smooth, ink-stained skin – had been curled so sweetly in the round bed, his face so soft in sleep; Kaoru had been unable to take his eyes off the blonde for a long time. Ignoring him for an entire day had been almost unbearable, but he knew it was necessary to temper his captive’s fiery will a bit.
Somehow, though, the sight of the younger man in the robe now was more exciting than his bare body had been. Perhaps because it forced Kaoru to imagine the gorgeous body that lay underneath, to wonder at hidden mysteries awaiting his exploration? Or was it because now those dark gold eyes were open and smoldering with such rebellious obstinacy, simply begging to be bent to their new master’s will? Maybe it was the fact that the robe and the collar both had Kaoru’s own crest emblazoned across them, and wearing them blatantly marked the younger man as his property – a thrill to his possessive nature.
“Stop looking at me like that!” Kyo hissed, eyes narrow as he crossed his arms self-consciously over his chest.
Kaoru chuckled and moved forward, advancing on his young captive, “You just don’t get it…”
Kyo tensed and straightened, back pressed tight against the wall as the taller man came to a stop directly in front of him, so close that he had to crane his neck to continue to face him. The older man’s hands came up toward his face and Kyo snarled, reaching up to shove the invading limbs away. He cried out, startled, as Kaoru moved with a sudden burst of speed, catching one of his wrists and spinning it around his back, pushing him face-first into the wall. Straining and jerking at the crushing grip, with absolutely no effect, Kyo felt his tenuous courage begin to flag.
“Fuck! L-Let me go!” he panted against the wall.
Kaoru’s lips brushed over the blonde’s ear as he whispered, “You’re in no position to be making demands. I can look at you whenever I want, however I want.” His free hand hitched up the back of the thin robe and brushed pointedly over the curve of the younger man’s bare ass. “I can touch you whenever I want, however I want. You are mine, don’t you understand?”
Truthfully, he had no intention of entirely forcing himself on his new companion. He was no sadist, after all; he would derive no pleasure from overpowering or abusing this pretty little creature. And besides, doing so would greatly hinder any chance of the smaller man ever learning to accept his new station in life. He wanted Kyo’s obedience, not his misery. But Kyo didn’t necessarily need to know any of that, and Kaoru had absolutely no moral compunctions about leading the blonde to believe whatever he needed to, so long as it meant the younger man would behave himself.
Kyo bucked wildly against his hold, startled by the overly-intimate contact, his voice cracking with burgeoning panic. “N-NO! Let go of me, damn it!”
“Settle down, my pet,” Kaoru murmured against his ear, nipping at the outer curve of the soft shell.
Kyo seethed as his free hand clawed against the wall, desperate for freedom. “I am not your-”
“You are whatever I want you to be, whenever I want you to be it. Your life is defined solely by what you are to me, now,” Kaoru asserted, crushing the blonde mercilessly into the wall. “You are my prize, my consort, my courtesan, my pet, my plaything. You have no life, no worth beyond what you can do for me.”
Kyo squeezed his eyes shut with a hopeless whine, his heart pounding in his throat as his captor’s declaration sank in. He wasn’t strong enough to push Kaoru off of him; probably not even on a good day, but particularly not after a full day spent in the throes of panic with no food or rest. He was completely at the man’s mercy, and it was a sickening realization. His struggles slowed, the futility of his efforts settling like a heavy stone in his belly.
“Good boy,” Kaoru praised, his grip loosening just enough for the blonde to breathe a little easier. “In this place, nothing is free, whether it’s something you want or not. You must earn every privilege, every comfort, every kindness you receive here, but you must also earn every punishment. If you choose to misbehave, your life will be an unmitigated hell, but you will have brought every last bit of misery onto yourself by your own actions. If you cooperate, you will find that you will want for nothing. You will be given only the best food, clothing, jewelry, amusements; whatever your little heart desires. All you have to do is obey. Now, do you want me to let go of you?”
Kyo nodded shakily. “Y-Yes…”
Kaoru immediately crushed him into the wall again, the hand on his ass straying down to grope between his legs. “‘Yes’? Just ‘yes’?”
Kyo cried out and jerked up to his toes, trying to escape the hand grasping his privates so invasively. “NH! Yes, please! Please let me go, please!”
“Ah, see? That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”
Kyo was released abruptly and lost his footing without the grip on his arm to support him, falling to his knees on the hard floor with a wince. He stayed where he landed, shaking hands coming forward to clutch the thin robe shut over his chest as the loose garment slumped off of one hunched shoulder. Swallowing thickly and squeezing his eyes shut, he struggled to regain control of his breath, to steady his pounding heart.
Kaoru couldn’t help the slow, indulgent smirk that spread across his lips. His little pet looked so sweet kneeling that way; the soft golden spray of hair around a flushed face, full lips parted in a whimpering pant, long-fingered hands trembling as they held the robe closed so shyly, one round shoulder peeking out like the most innocent tease. Such a delicious temptation. He ran his fingertips over that little bit of exposed flesh, but his pet jerked away from him with a hiss before he could enjoy the touch.
With a thoughtful hum, Kaoru turned away and checked his watch. “Well, as much as I would love to stay and spend some more time with you, I’m afraid I’m a bit late for work. You think about what I’ve said, and we’ll speak further tonight.”
Kyo stayed resolutely silent, staring at his lap as the older man left the room, the door locking behind him with a resounding click. Only when he was certain he was alone did he give up the struggle to contain the miserable sobs of terrified grief trying so hard to creep out of him. The depth of his emotional turmoil was physically sickening, and he could hardly breathe for the intensity of it all. He was caged and collared like an animal, he’d been stripped while he slept and molested by force, he was starving, and – worst of all – Kisaki had been the one to send him to this horrible place. His roommate, his best friend, the one person he thought he could always trust, had sold him into slavery. It was all too much for him to handle with any kind of grace; he clenched his fists into the folds of his robe and wept uncontrollably.
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