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The small blond found refugee in the tight corner across from a pale lifeless body that laid on the cool, tiled floor. Blood pooling across tile, seemingly getting closer to the blond. His amber eye's staring at the body in shock. He had no recollection of how he got in large empty room, hell he had no clue where the large empty room was. It could have been a school, maybe an apartment? All he knew at this point was that he was terrified, his body was trembling at the sight before him. His quivering hands unsteadily made their way for his jacket pocket, his slender fingers struggling to grab the thin device though he eventually managed to get the phone into his grasp. His index flicking through his phone, before stopping and tapping a familiar name. Slowly raising the phone to his hear, expecting to hear the sound of ringing only to be greeted by the sound of many whispering voices. Tears began to blind the teen's vision, his free hand moving to cover his mouth as he began to quietly sob.
"Hello? Nagisa, are you okay?" The familiar voice shocked the blond, he slowly pulled the phone away and looked at the screen before pulling the device back to his ear.
"Makoto? I don't know where I am, I'm so scared… There is a body.." He spoke in a monotone voice that cracked every few words as he tried to choke back the tears.
"Nagisa!? Did someone take you? Please tell me you're okay." Makoto spoke with a panicked tone, the sound of keys jingling and a door swinging open and slamming shut could be heard in the background.
"Makoto please come get me, please find me Makoto, please!" Nagisa cried out, beginning to break down and cry into the palms of his hands.
Makoto was getting worried, Nagisa was avoiding his questions, but due to Nagisa crying so loudly he was hoping the boy wasn't kidnapped, but he couldn't help but think of the worst. "Nagisa, I need to tell what your surroundings look like." Makoto waited, no response, not even crying, when did he stop crying? "Nagisa?"
The blond had stood from his spot in the corner, walking towards the open door of the room, stepping over the body but failing to avoid the large puddle of blood, leaving dark red shoe prints as he walked out of the nearly empty room. He was now greeted by a dark hallway, without much thought he turned to his right. Slowly making his way down the dark empty corridor, double doors waiting for him at the end, with a big red 'Exit' sign above them. Upon reaching the end of the hall he pushed one of the two doors open to be greeted by the gentle lunar light from above. His face was pale, his eyes puffy and red from the tears that stained his face, his lips cracked and dry.
"Damn it Nagisa.." The brunet looked down at his phone as he drove at steady speed on the slick road. Removing his eyes from the device, he looked ahead to see what was a large silhouette of a man, or so it seemed. With a gasp the teen quickly turned his steering wheel to the right, so that he wouldn't swerve into the other lane or hit the man. His vehicle lost it's balance due to wetness of the road, causing his car to tumble down into the woods, the automotive ramming into a thick tree and ceasing it's decent down hill. Everything went black. It had to be about thirty minutes later when Makoto let out a pained groan as he moved his hand to the side of his head. Everything was upside down, and spinning. God, everything hurt, he couldn't even remember what happened. It was quite except for the sound of a few crickets and the crunching of leaves. The brunet began to breath heavily, the crunching is what scared him, it sounded like footsteps made be large feet. He felt like he should be hopeful but he was scared, very scared. His hands quickly moved to unbuckle his seatbelt, he fell to his back as the buckle came undone. Suddenly ringing broke through the air, he jumped at the sound, looking around to find his surprisingly undamaged phone lighting up with the name of the blond teen he had left his house for. He scrambled to grab his phone, pressing the green circular icon at the bottom of the screen and putting the phone on speaker as he attempted to kick his car door open, doing his best to ignore the pain that surged through his body.
"Nagisa, I'm sorry! I wrecked my car.. I'm still coming to get you!!" He shouted, forgetting about the foot steps he had heard earlier, finally he kicked the door open, quickly crawling out to be greeted by large man standing before him, his eyes glowing a bright red. "Oh.. My.. God." The teen was then lifted off his feet and pushed into the side of his upside down vehicle. Suddenly feeling a searing pain in the crook of his neck.
Nagisa held his phone to his ear listening to his struggling friend, the sounds of dry leaves crunching under his small shoes. His beige sweater managing to get torn from the shrubs the blond passed through, his high waisted white shorts, covered in dirt and possibly blood. He blinked slowly as a turned over car came into his view, a rather big man pinning a brunet to the vehicle. The pink device slipped from the boy's hand as he dropped his arm to his side. He inhaled deeply before letting out a wail, his mouth outstretched as wide it could go, the sound sharply piercing through the air. It was high pitched and strong, travelling throughout the expansive forest, the tree's rustling a branches becoming barren as the once sleeping birds flew off in a hurry. Many other animals scurrying away from the deafening noise. The red eye man quickly grasped his bleeding ears, letting out a pained yell as he succumbed to his knees. His eyes shifting to the main source of the wailing, it didn't help much that it was coming from Makoto's phone as well.
"Oh god what is that?!" The brunet hollered as his hands were now clasped over his ears, though he was kind of glad for the god awful noise that seemed to be affecting his attacker more then himself. He turned his head to find the source of the sound. "Nagisa?!"
Makoto looked back at the man before him, his shocked, green eyes analyzing the man who had fell to the ground in agony, desperately grasping at his ears in an attempt to block out the blond's ear shattering scream. Makoto quickly made a run for it, headed in Nagisa's direction, wincing slightly as the scream only got louder. Though once he was close enough he plucked the blond up into his arm, carrying him bridal style and running as fast he could with the extra weight. Thankfully he screaming came to stop when he had came in contact with the male.
"Makoto!? Wh…What…. Where are we?!" Nagisa nearly sobbed out his question.
"You don't remember anything?" Makoto hollered out quizzically as he continued to run away from the scene.
After a few minutes of running, the brunet came to a stop by a large tree. Setting the boy down and gently leaning him against it. "You didn't answer me earlier Nagisa, do you remember anything."
The young male, shifted his eyes to look into the green eyes of his friend. "I- I think… I don't know, there ar - are some things. I re - remember the body, but not fin - fi - finding it.. Re - Remember leaving, but noth- Nothing after.."
Makoto wanted to cry, for the blond, for himself. So much had happened today, but he couldn't, he had to be strong for his friend. He pulled the pinked eyed boy into a tight embrace, burying his face gently into his shoulder. The boy snaking his arms around the large male, tears beginning to escape from his eyes once again. Pulling away to wipe the tears away from his reddened eyes, noticing the wound on the large teen's neck.
"Did someone bite you?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"I.. Guess so, that's odd, huh?"
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Four months later
Small slender wrist were bound by two large hands belonging to a man twice the size of the thin silver haired boy. Two other men walking ahead of them, about the same size as the one that had the boy's arms constricted behind his back. Bright ocean blue eyes staring forward in confusion, his lower lip quivering slightly, doing his damned best to choke back the tears that threatened to shed from his eyes and stain his pretty little face. He didn't understand what these men wanted from him, he wanted to call out for help, but he felt as if he couldn't speak. The man had shoved the palm of his hand against the back of the young teen's head, a light yelp coming from the male. His once baby blue eyes shifted into a light hue of purple, completely inhuman. It felt as if everything went blank and his body reacted to the situation. His knee bending upwards and his foot slamming down into the foot of a brute who had been shoving him forward and jerking his body back and forth. Just as his foot made contact, he didn't give the man much time to react when he brought his leg back up and jerking it backwards and ramming it into the man's knee. Using this as an advantage to throw the man over his shoulder, the brute impacting the ground hard. The two other men quickly turning to face the purple eyed teenager, standing over the groaning man. They eyeballed the scene in shock, wondering how in the hell someone of his size managed to take down their large companion.
One of the man quickly pulled out a pistol, with a long metal piece attached to the end of it. The other man quickly hit the gun out of that, the gun going off just as the man did and the bullet hitting near the boy's shoe. "We're supposed to keep him alive, we need him."
"I wasn't going to kill him, you idiot!" The man hissed out, turning his attention to the boy who was coming a them at full speed. He leapt off the floor and towards the wall to the right, kicking off of the surface and lunging towards the man closes to the wall. The man's head now trapped between the boy's toned thighs, now his unconscious body sprawled out on the floor as the silver haired teen spun the man to the ground. The boys crouched body hovering over the man, his eyes cutting to the other man standing beside him. A strong leg swinging into Ai's side and propelling him into the wall. He then felt something hard against head, it feel like a brick had just been thrown against his temple. Though he quickly lost consciousness.
A loud scream erupted into the air, interrupting the conversations between three teens, each of them look to the forth person in the group. Their eye's slightly wide, but not very surprised. The blond had been all giggles and jokes not even thirty seconds ago. Now he was just quiet, to the point of depressing. He was staring at the three of them with those beautiful pink hues. Though he direction of sight quickly changed as he stood from the sofa and made a bee line straight towards the front door.
"Nagisa, where are you going?" The brunet questioned, but receiving nothing but silence. Now turning to the two other dark haired boys and the red head only to receive shrugs. It was a Saturday night, they had usually got together ever since the tension between Haruka and Rin had been solved. Plus the beginning of most of their third year had already started. The blue haired one and the blonde being the only second years. "Nagisa?" The brunet spoke again
The blonde hadn't spoken a word since he had left the mackerel obsessed teen's house. He had just been silently walking on the sidewalk for about teen minutes. Getting closer to Samezuka Academy, the three boys that followed close behind now getting worried. They knew exactly what they were lead to when Nagisa started acting like this, they had began to get used to, though it still frightened them. Nagisa was always so cheerful, seeing him like this made them feel odd, it just wasn't like Nagisa.
About five minutes passed by before Nagisa had stopped in front of an abandoned building near the academy some of their friends attended. "We're here.." The boy stepped forward, his hand tightly gripping the worn handle of the building entrance. Twisting his wrist and pushing the door open slowly.
The feeling of nearly ice cold water brought the boy back to his consciousness, and everything had hit him just then. The pain that radiated from his wrist due to the chain digging into his soft flesh, traces of blood trickling down his arms. His head was ringing, and his the side of torso ached painfully. It was a surprise he wasn't awoken from the pain picking at his body. The boy had taken the time to take in his environment, his situation. He had remembered bits and pieces of things, the three men dragging him out of his dorm, he was upset for his beetle obsessed roommate for not being there, but he was also extremely glad. After a few glance he found that he was in a very empty building, probably once used for storage purposes. The worst part was that he was hanging from chains above a large tank of water. Naked, very, very naked. The three men from before were scattered before the tank, two of them seating in old metallic chair and the other leaning against the large tank.
"Looks like he is awake.." One of the men broke the silence that hung in the dry, hot air. The two men that were sitting looking up from the articles of paper held in their hands. "About damn time, lower him, let's see if he's what we need." Another responded, throwing he magazine down and pushing himself onto his feet.
The man sitting quickly nodded, plucking a small remote looking device out from in between his thighs, pressing his finger down on a button and holding it there. As he did so, Nitori could feel himself lowering down, his body slowly being enveloped by the cool liquid. Panic beginning to stir up faster and faster, the boy now whimpering and trying to thrash out of his bonds, only causing his wrist to bleed more. A yelp escaped from his supple pink lips as the chains pinched and constricted around the creamy skin of his thin wrist. He attempted to let out a scream but it was quickly drowned out by the water, where the boy began to thrash violently, gasping for air. Of course he had to scream before he was completely emerged. He was sure tears were rushing from his eyes, though he couldn’t tell if it was just the salty water stinging his eyes. The three men watched in anticipation, as if they were just waiting for the boy to spontaneously sprout a tail. Though disappointment flooded them as the boy stopped his thrashing, his body now still and the water beginning to settle. His light blue eyes becoming paler by the second.
"God damn, I was sure he was what we were looking for." One of the kidnappers spoke after staring at the young body for a few seconds.
"He could have been, he was young.. Maybe he wasn't fully developed.." The man that spoke sounded as if he had felt bad for what he had down to the teen.
The third let out a sigh, announcing he was just going to get the boy out and dispose of the corpse. "What a fucking waste of time." The man spoke as he approached the tank.
"We can still make a buck off of him, calm the hell down."