stockholm syndrome [ chapter 4 ]

Dec 25, 2009 19:20

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?



Despite the best of my struggles, he refused to let me free and I sunk deeper into the shadows as his lips traced the contours of my body.

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” He whispered heartlessly into my ear. His lips were then devouring mine in a hungry kiss I could not escape. As his hand crept up my thigh I attempted to kick it away pulling my hand free as I did so, prying his lips off mine and then making an effort to rid of his body weight pinning me to the floor. All the strength that remained within me was exerted into that final push, that final chance to escape the darkness surrounding me. But as all four of my limbs were once more pinned to the cold, hard floor I realised that final attempt was in vain. I stared into his cold, dark eyes unable to find a trace of pity, a trace of guilt, nothing; nothing but evil, egocentricity and maliciousness in his demonic glare. As his hands moved slowly along my skin from my shoulders down I began to wonder why I was unable to perish in the hell I now dwelled in, cursing the fact that I managed to survive every agonizing moment. I felt dirty, unclean and the worst thing - he had barely begun his act of lustful sin. It would be useless to go back to Kei for protection if I ever escaped after this, I would be a scarlet letter in his world - the world I no longer knew.

My thoughts were interrupted as I gasped in pain, pain he mistook for pleasure. That or he took pleasure in my pain.

“You like this?” A sinister laugh escaped his lips as a whisper in my ear. “Wait until you feel what’s coming next…”

“NO!” I screamed in defiance, unsure of where the burst of fire within me came from. I began to struggle once more, something he disliked. A loud smack could be heard over the echoes of my screams and my cheek throbbed with pain.

He pulled me into a sitting position, inches away from his face, such an angel’s face twisted with a demonic expression. “You won’t say a single fucking word, you will enjoy this...” He ordered through gritted teeth.

A sudden surge of fire ran through my veins escaping through my eyes and burning into his glare. “No.” The words escaped my lips as a firm response.

His face was twisted with anger after the expression of surprise had spread over his face. He was not used to being stood up to. But his fury was uncontrollable and in the next moment pain took over every inch of my body as I was thrown against the wall.

“How’s this…?” He muttered, taking advantage of my vulnerable position with a bone-crushing blow to the stomach. “Do you like THIS?”

I yelped in pain as he kicked me once more, in the same region he had kicked me multiple times tonight. I managed to evade his next punch but instead I felt my spine crush against the wall’s hard surface once more. My mouth was filled with a revolting, bloody flavour - the taste that went hand in hand with death and pain. An ear piercing scream escaped my lungs as I endured the stabbing pain of his most agonizing attack yet to my now broken body. My side felt as if it had been torn to shreds and engulfed with flames scorching every inch of the area. As I stumbled forward I was kicked to the floor, my head throbbed and my entire body was submerged in excruciating pain.

That was when I felt his weight on top of me once more. I screamed in defiance as he applied pressure to the place I ached most, a sadistic grin plastered over his face as he did so. The pain was of such a great intensity that it felt as if a thousand knives were constantly stabbing at my side. My wails were silenced when I felt the sharp blade edge meeting with the skin of my neck.

He snickered. “Forget my fun, you’re too much of a nuisance, I’m better off killing you now…”

I opened my mouth to scream. Either no sound had escaped me or the scream was inaudible due to my intense fear. My heart pounded against my chest as the anticipation choked it slowly. It was just too much to absorb in the moment. In the hands of death, it is so easy to be in denial, it is so easy for death to seem like a dream when your life is moments away from being taken. It wass too hard to believe, I couldn’t seem to convince myself that he wasn’t bluffing, although I knew deep down that my place on this earth would soon become one in the heavens. But this was it, this was the end. I allowed myself a moment to fill my mind with memories just waiting, waiting for the final fatal attack that he would ever unleash on my body. I shut my eyes tight, expecting a moment of pain before nothing but darkness…

But it never came. I continued to brace myself, but still, death would not come. Was I dead already, so soon? My body felt so light no longer carrying his weight, I guess I must be dead and floating up to the heavens. I opened my eyes only to have a startling image before me. I was not dead, I was still in that simple room I viewed as my prison. But Hikaru was no longer inflicting pain on me; he was on the floor cringing in pain as a tall figure stood over him.

“Y-Yabu…” I breathed.

Yabu’s now menacing glare was on Hikaru as he stood up, stumbling a few times as he did so, blood trickling over his lips. Hikaru sneered as he licked the blood off his lip, his blood evidently boiling to the point he would eventually explode like a volcano. As I, with great effort, got up on my own feet Hikaru smirked as he spotted me doing so, taking a step toward me. That was when Yabu shielded me with his body.

Hikaru stopped dead in his tracks, a look of confusion spreading over his face before one of anger and betrayal. “Oh, I see how it is...” He spoke with a spark of evil in his eyes. “Fuck this, I’m out of here…” He spoke before moving to step out of the door, his path now blocked by Yabu.

“What? Where are you going?” Yabu’s voice shook with anger.

“Yeah, well what’s the point of fighting alongside a brother when he chooses his HOSTAGE over you?” Hikaru spat the words like venom before pushing Yabu aside and exiting the room.

Yabu’s expressionless face remained just that - expressionless as he stared out the window at an infuriated Hikaru wondering off into the shadows of the streets.

“Brother…?” I whispered in shock.

Yabu looked back at me with intensity in his eyes before looking out the window once more. “Hikaru is my half brother.” Yabu whispered as if the words were meaningless. “He went off the tracks and I hadn’t seen him for years until I stumbled across him in an alleyway, he had been shot and left to die in the streets after a drug deal gone bad.” Yabu cringed at the memory. “I couldn’t just leave him there…” Yabu whispered, trailing off before he could reveal further details about his and Hikaru’s dark history.

I was in too much disbelief to respond to such a statement. I remained in silence until pain shot through my side once more, my hands suddenly holding it upon reflex.

Yabu turned to look back at me, his eyes widening as he did so. In an instant he was by my side, his hands on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. The transition took place again, the cold, dark room was warm, light now present within it. “Are you hurt?” He asked before looking down to the spot my hands held.

“I’m fine…” I whispered before looking down to the spot, uncovering my injury. A gasp escaped my lips as I saw my hands, stained with crimson.

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OKAY i couldn't help myself! he had to stab her! it's SO Kumakiri Masaru
Short chapter, sorry about that...but i wanted to give you an update today XD
Oh and MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone :)

fanfics, yabu kota, hikaru yaotome, fic: stockholm syndrome

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