stockholm syndrome [ chapter 3 ]
Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Author: hikaru_is_love
Pairing: Yabu Kota/OC
Rating: PG-13 Genre: AU, a little action, a darker genre
Summary: What do you do when you begin to fall for the one holding you hostage?
Warning: A very, VERY! OOC Hikaru
Don’t worry. As long as I am with you, no matter what happens, you’ll be safe. I promise I won’t let you be harmed in any way.
His words played over and over in my mind, a soothing melody to pierce the discomforting silence. In the time that had gone by since he had uttered those words I had become familiar with him and my other captors through their conversations. BEST was a small gang, large ones did not exist around these parts according to Yabu, a small gang comprised of young members forced to dwell in the cold, harsh streets of Tokyo.
Daiki, the youngest member, was wise for his age; much of his wisdom gained through living the past few years on the streets. He acted tough in front of the other boys in order to not be looked down on for his age. Sometimes I could hear his frustrated sobs as he took his anger out on the punching bag in the room on the other side of the door to mine. While I didn’t know what gave the boy such anger, I knew it had nothing to do with the other boys, Daiki had a horrible past.
Takaki was the second oldest member. I didn’t know much about him or his past. All I knew was that he was responsible for the health and security within the gang. I guessed he was the one who had bandaged my glass-splintered arm when I attempted to escape, but against his own will. Takaki frightened me, his voice sent chills up my spine.
Hikaru was the third oldest member, and he was the most heartless. Whenever he talked, it was about violence. He had fought his way through Tokyo’s underworld doing anything he could to survive, even if it meant taking a life. What frightened me most about this boy were the constant orders he would be given to stay away from my room. His intentions towards me were no doubt evident and most certainly unpleasant.
Yabu, the oldest and the leader, he was like a guardian angel. Yabu is…how can I describe him? I can’t. Yabu is intimidating yet he is not threatening, he is rough yet he is gentle - there is no single word that can describe him. He refuses to let the others near me, for my protection or theirs I am not sure, but the shield from harm he creates for me provides comfort. But as Yabu vanishes, so does the shield. Everything becomes cold, I become vulnerable and death inches closer.
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My stomach growled, I was unable to recall the time of my last meal but I was famished. My throat was dry and ached for a liquid of any kind to quench my burning thirst. The stench from the bucket in the corner overpowered my sense of smell and the only activity the room offered was gazing out the now barred window. The view was nothing spectacular, but it was enough to get me by. Snowflakes descended from the cloudy skies above covering the street below it in a white blanket of frost. The odd person or two would walk by, but I never bothered to gain their attention. While the barred windows would have looked suspicious to someone like me, I guessed that they were a common sight in these parts of Tokyo, where crime never rested. I could see everyone, but they couldn’t see me. Takaki was more intelligent than I gave him credit for, installing mirrored glass panes. The squeak of the door hinges invaded the silence as Yabu, I guessed, entered the room. I no longer flinched when I heard the sound of his entrance for I knew he would not harm me, however, I refused to meet his gaze from the fear caused by my uncertainty. I was too afraid to move, too afraid to blink; to afraid to breathe for fear that a single movement may break the unspoken treaty between us. The sound of his footsteps could now be heard, but something was…something was not right. My breath caught in my throat upon a sudden realization. Over the time I had spent in this prison, I had become familiar with the footsteps of Yabu. The ones I was hearing now were too light, too slow, too cautious. Whoever it was, they were not Yabu. Now well adapted to the feeling of anxiety and sheer terror, I took a deep breath before turning my head to the intruder’s direction.
It felt like it had been an eternity since I had seen the sadistic expression worn by the one before me, seen his infamous smirk and stared into those predatory eyes filled with a lust-driven hunger.
I felt frozen, as if the blood pumped through my veins was replaced with ice. I wanted to run, but my legs would not respond. But where could I run to? His figure guarded the doorway and the window was no longer an option. I failed to hold back a whimper as he stepped closer to me, letting out a snicker before reaching out his arm and placing his hand in a vice-like grip around my wrist and pulling me into an even tighter grip in his arms.
“Don’t cry…” He whispered directly into my ear before another snicker escaped his lips. “Why are you shaking, I’m not scaring you, am I?” He whispered sadistically once more. “Yabu’s not here right now so I thought we could have a little fun.” While I could mistake his face, his voice was almost a proof of identity to me.
“L-L-Let me go, Hi-Hi-karu.” My protest escaped my lips as a dry whisper.
“What? You know my name?” He snickered once more. “Good.” He whispered into my ear. “Because you’ll be screaming it for the next hour…”
I don’t know what thawed my body out of the ice that caused it to become immobilized, but in that moment my body had a mind of its own, kicking, twisting, turning, doing all in its power to break free. My attempts prevailed as I broke free of his coils; however my freedom was short-lived as he attacked once again.
“Where do you think you’re going?!?” His voice pierced the silence causing my body to tremble. But I wouldn’t let this chance of escape slip through my fingers, the door was wide open. Before I knew it, my fist was throbbing as he held the side of his face. Running his fingers over the crimson that was now smeared over his lip he glared at me with a burning rage that caused my heart to thud against my chest. “You. Bitch!”
Pain flooded my entire body, and that’s when I realised that I had been thrown to the hard floor. Before I knew it, I couldn’t breathe. Each ounce of air I took in was knocked out with a painful blow to my stomach. The process repeated until every inch of my body felt broken and battered and my vision became cloudy. Suddenly, I was back to my feet once more, face to face with the demon slowly killing me. His face was inches from mine as he held me by my collar. “You’ll pay for that…” I could feel his hot breath as he spoke. In an instant, I was thrown against another hard surface and falling down to the other before being met with another bone-shattering blow to the stomach. Helplessly, I crawled across the floor, attempting to escape. I let out a cry of pain as his arm wrapped around my neck from behind, temporarily depriving my lungs of oxygen. Then I felt something cool against my neck, cool and sharp. I cried in fear, death was a moment away.
He snickered once more. “Hmph.” He grumbled. “Yabu was wrong in not doing this earlier, saying it will protect us from Chief Nakajima.” He let out a bone-chilling laugh. “But you can’t go to the cops if you’re dead, can’t you?” I felt the pressure of the knife on my neck increase. He neared his lips to my ear, nibbling on it before whispering “But I won’t kill you yet, not until I’ve had my fun…”
I screamed as he pinned me to the floor, an S.O.S. siren I begged somebody to hear. My hopes died as my screams were muffled by the palm of his hand. I tried to push him off of me, I tried but failed - he was too strong. I trembled at the sudden coldness of the air as I was stripped of my jacket and shirt. Tears streamed down my face as his lips marked my neck before meeting my own, a kiss I was less than willing to return. I let out a cry of helplessness as his hands moved down my body to the point where my skin and the fabric of my pants met.
He stared into my eyes before he unbuttoned them, a darkness which could not be erased lurking within his.
“Help me…” I whispered helplessly. “Help me…”
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OMG Hikaru is such a...a...i cant even find the word for it! in this fic! sorry to Hikaru fans if they don't want to read him like this...just imagine him like Kumakiri Masaru XD
Author: hikaru_is_love
Pairing: Yabu Kota/OC
Rating: PG-13 Genre: AU, a little action, a darker genre
Summary: What do you do when you begin to fall for the one holding you hostage?
Warning: A very, VERY! OOC Hikaru
Don’t worry. As long as I am with you, no matter what happens, you’ll be safe. I promise I won’t let you be harmed in any way.
His words played over and over in my mind, a soothing melody to pierce the discomforting silence. In the time that had gone by since he had uttered those words I had become familiar with him and my other captors through their conversations. BEST was a small gang, large ones did not exist around these parts according to Yabu, a small gang comprised of young members forced to dwell in the cold, harsh streets of Tokyo.
Daiki, the youngest member, was wise for his age; much of his wisdom gained through living the past few years on the streets. He acted tough in front of the other boys in order to not be looked down on for his age. Sometimes I could hear his frustrated sobs as he took his anger out on the punching bag in the room on the other side of the door to mine. While I didn’t know what gave the boy such anger, I knew it had nothing to do with the other boys, Daiki had a horrible past.
Takaki was the second oldest member. I didn’t know much about him or his past. All I knew was that he was responsible for the health and security within the gang. I guessed he was the one who had bandaged my glass-splintered arm when I attempted to escape, but against his own will. Takaki frightened me, his voice sent chills up my spine.
Hikaru was the third oldest member, and he was the most heartless. Whenever he talked, it was about violence. He had fought his way through Tokyo’s underworld doing anything he could to survive, even if it meant taking a life. What frightened me most about this boy were the constant orders he would be given to stay away from my room. His intentions towards me were no doubt evident and most certainly unpleasant.
Yabu, the oldest and the leader, he was like a guardian angel. Yabu is…how can I describe him? I can’t. Yabu is intimidating yet he is not threatening, he is rough yet he is gentle - there is no single word that can describe him. He refuses to let the others near me, for my protection or theirs I am not sure, but the shield from harm he creates for me provides comfort. But as Yabu vanishes, so does the shield. Everything becomes cold, I become vulnerable and death inches closer.
-----
My stomach growled, I was unable to recall the time of my last meal but I was famished. My throat was dry and ached for a liquid of any kind to quench my burning thirst. The stench from the bucket in the corner overpowered my sense of smell and the only activity the room offered was gazing out the now barred window. The view was nothing spectacular, but it was enough to get me by. Snowflakes descended from the cloudy skies above covering the street below it in a white blanket of frost. The odd person or two would walk by, but I never bothered to gain their attention. While the barred windows would have looked suspicious to someone like me, I guessed that they were a common sight in these parts of Tokyo, where crime never rested. I could see everyone, but they couldn’t see me. Takaki was more intelligent than I gave him credit for, installing mirrored glass panes. The squeak of the door hinges invaded the silence as Yabu, I guessed, entered the room. I no longer flinched when I heard the sound of his entrance for I knew he would not harm me, however, I refused to meet his gaze from the fear caused by my uncertainty. I was too afraid to move, too afraid to blink; to afraid to breathe for fear that a single movement may break the unspoken treaty between us. The sound of his footsteps could now be heard, but something was…something was not right. My breath caught in my throat upon a sudden realization. Over the time I had spent in this prison, I had become familiar with the footsteps of Yabu. The ones I was hearing now were too light, too slow, too cautious. Whoever it was, they were not Yabu. Now well adapted to the feeling of anxiety and sheer terror, I took a deep breath before turning my head to the intruder’s direction.
It felt like it had been an eternity since I had seen the sadistic expression worn by the one before me, seen his infamous smirk and stared into those predatory eyes filled with a lust-driven hunger.
I felt frozen, as if the blood pumped through my veins was replaced with ice. I wanted to run, but my legs would not respond. But where could I run to? His figure guarded the doorway and the window was no longer an option. I failed to hold back a whimper as he stepped closer to me, letting out a snicker before reaching out his arm and placing his hand in a vice-like grip around my wrist and pulling me into an even tighter grip in his arms.
“Don’t cry…” He whispered directly into my ear before another snicker escaped his lips. “Why are you shaking, I’m not scaring you, am I?” He whispered sadistically once more. “Yabu’s not here right now so I thought we could have a little fun.” While I could mistake his face, his voice was almost a proof of identity to me.
“L-L-Let me go, Hi-Hi-karu.” My protest escaped my lips as a dry whisper.
“What? You know my name?” He snickered once more. “Good.” He whispered into my ear. “Because you’ll be screaming it for the next hour…”
I don’t know what thawed my body out of the ice that caused it to become immobilized, but in that moment my body had a mind of its own, kicking, twisting, turning, doing all in its power to break free. My attempts prevailed as I broke free of his coils; however my freedom was short-lived as he attacked once again.
“Where do you think you’re going?!?” His voice pierced the silence causing my body to tremble. But I wouldn’t let this chance of escape slip through my fingers, the door was wide open. Before I knew it, my fist was throbbing as he held the side of his face. Running his fingers over the crimson that was now smeared over his lip he glared at me with a burning rage that caused my heart to thud against my chest. “You. Bitch!”
Pain flooded my entire body, and that’s when I realised that I had been thrown to the hard floor. Before I knew it, I couldn’t breathe. Each ounce of air I took in was knocked out with a painful blow to my stomach. The process repeated until every inch of my body felt broken and battered and my vision became cloudy. Suddenly, I was back to my feet once more, face to face with the demon slowly killing me. His face was inches from mine as he held me by my collar. “You’ll pay for that…” I could feel his hot breath as he spoke. In an instant, I was thrown against another hard surface and falling down to the other before being met with another bone-shattering blow to the stomach. Helplessly, I crawled across the floor, attempting to escape. I let out a cry of pain as his arm wrapped around my neck from behind, temporarily depriving my lungs of oxygen. Then I felt something cool against my neck, cool and sharp. I cried in fear, death was a moment away.
He snickered once more. “Hmph.” He grumbled. “Yabu was wrong in not doing this earlier, saying it will protect us from Chief Nakajima.” He let out a bone-chilling laugh. “But you can’t go to the cops if you’re dead, can’t you?” I felt the pressure of the knife on my neck increase. He neared his lips to my ear, nibbling on it before whispering “But I won’t kill you yet, not until I’ve had my fun…”
I screamed as he pinned me to the floor, an S.O.S. siren I begged somebody to hear. My hopes died as my screams were muffled by the palm of his hand. I tried to push him off of me, I tried but failed - he was too strong. I trembled at the sudden coldness of the air as I was stripped of my jacket and shirt. Tears streamed down my face as his lips marked my neck before meeting my own, a kiss I was less than willing to return. I let out a cry of helplessness as his hands moved down my body to the point where my skin and the fabric of my pants met.
He stared into my eyes before he unbuttoned them, a darkness which could not be erased lurking within his.
“Help me…” I whispered helplessly. “Help me…”
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OMG Hikaru is such a...a...i cant even find the word for it! in this fic! sorry to Hikaru fans if they don't want to read him like this...just imagine him like Kumakiri Masaru XD