Stockholm Syndrome [ chapter 9 ]
Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Author: hikaru_is_love
Pairing: Yabu Kota/OC
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Noir
Summary: What do you do when you begin to fall for the one holding you hostage?
The length of time I was left to drown in the endless pool of darkness, I did not know. It was an odd sensation, like I had fallen to the depths of the ocean and yet still managed to find oxygen to breathe. In the empty space I dwelled until the darkness began to thin, the colour re-emerging. I was nearing the surface of this dark abyss and desperately I attempted to pull myself faster. It was odd, considering I could still breathe - what was I hastening for? Maybe to escape the darkness I was shrouded in…before it consumed me…
Abruptly, my eyes snapped open. Everything was a blur. Where was I?
“Ryosuke…”
A voice spoke a name, a familiar name, the sound almost as blurred as the colour my vision was required to adjust to.
“What? What is it Keito…”
Another voice, this one seemed like it was spoken underwater, the sound changing as it entered a thousand different mediums. An odd sensation filled me, as if I had been spinning endlessly until I had collapsed groggily on a hard surface.
“She’s coming to…”
A sharp pain suddenly arose at the back of my head as if someone had forced a knife through a deep fissure in my skull. The area throbbed, almost mechanically my hand reached to examine the area. It stung upon the touch and upon the return, what used to be a blur of light tan was crimson.
“Shit, how hard did you hit her, Ryutaro?”
“As hard as I needed to…”
After several rapid blinks, my vision began to clear. The blurred spaces between my fingers became clearly defined as did the patterns in the tiles of the flooring beneath me. My sense of hearing was returning to its original clarity as the footsteps of another became distinct steps as opposed to one blurred mess.
“Where is she?” Came a sharp voice, but not one that I had heard recently.
My heart stopped dead, the blood in my veins ran icy cold. I shivered as a familiar chill ran down my spine. Not a voice I had heard recently, but certainly one I knew. My throat felt dry and I attempted to swallow the large lump forming within it.
Slowly, I inched my gaze higher and higher until it fell on the familiar features of the speaker. It was as if a hurricane had ripped right through me and the shock left me immobile and speechless.
Hikaru…
The effect was like the aftermath of a thousand stars exploding in the heavens, freezing and forever altering time and space. A sudden realization dawned upon me, one that tore through me like the meeting of an endless hurricane and erupting volcano. I inhaled a sharp breath, the cool air felt like knives against the walls of my throat, but I savoured it for as far as I knew, it could have been my last.
He stared at me for what felt like an eternity, his burning eyes boring holes right through me. They burned, full of detest and hunger.
“I knew it…” He muttered his thoughts, not once taking his eyes off me. “I knew they would send you.” He smirked with satisfaction. “And my brother calls himself a leader.” He spat the words as if they were venom, full of hatred and spite. He averted his gaze from me. “I wonder if he saw this one coming…”
I stared at him as he laughed sadistically, he was like an angel whose soul had been twisted to the point that he was thrown from the heavens into the fiery hell below.
He turned towards me once more. I realised that the members of Seven had left the room and fear ran through my veins like a paralysis inducing toxin. I trembled as a sudden realisation dawned upon me, the last time I was alone with Hikaru, Yabu was present to save me from the aftermath. Yabu wasn’t here now and, whatever would happen, I would have to survive it alone.
Every inch of me wanted to lunge at him, to destroy him and ruin him, but I also knew that if I provoked him I would no longer be living. Time moved so slowly, we seemed to glare at each other silently for what seemed an eternity but what was only seconds. And then it all happened so suddenly, I wondered if it was real.
He was now inches away from me, he cornered me as if I were his prey…I was his prey. He eyed me up and down, his eyes glittering with lust and triumph as my lungs refused to inhale the icy air that filled the space between us. I could now feel the cool brick wall pressed against my spine and his arms were positioned one on each side of my face.
Rage boiled within me along with a burning desire to disallow him to gain his satisfaction. Smouldering within me was a flame fuelled by detest and a hunger for vengeance much like the one within the monster standing before me. I wanted to ruin him, to tear him apart…
He smirked. “Go on then…” He leaned closer until our faces were inches apart. “…hit me…” He breathed. “I know you want to…” He spoke as if he read my mind.
As powerful as the anger and determination to not give in to him was, I could not ignore the fear that built up within me each and every moment. After the very breath that concluded these psychological games, Hikaru would begin a new game; a violent game…one that may end in shadows stained with crimson.
The snicker that followed my silence was soft, but just as powerful and bone-chilling. “No?” He smirked, lavishing in every moment of the mental torture. “You’ll regret that…” His whispers were so cold they struck me like the frost in an endless blizzard.
A small yelp escaped my lips. His words were not a threat, I knew him enough to come to that conclusion. I trembled, immobile and frozen with fear. They were not a threat, they were a promise…
His eyes locked with mine, those black, soulless eyes dancing with a sickening amusement, a window to a world so barren and cold. My breath hitched as he moved his hand to the back of my head, twisting his fingers until he had grasped a fist full of my hair. For a moment, the world froze and all I could see was his beautiful features twisted in a sadistic grin, it almost seemed out of place. Who allowed this angel to become fallen? Maybe there was something still good within him…
And then suddenly, the world crashed back as time continued and I was taken aback by an unexpected movement. His lips crushed to mine so violently and unlovingly as he pulled my hair with one hand and tore at my clothes with the other. There was no good left within him, he was twisted beyond the point of return, consumed entirely by the darkness that surrounded him.
“Stop…” In my attempts to plea, my lips were sliced on his teeth and I cringed at the taste of my own blood.
“Stop…” I cried once more, but he continued mercilessly. Tears stained my cheeks as his hands roamed freely, along my arms, up my thighs, up my shirt…
I squirmed and struggled to break free in vain. He was far too strong. I felt as though I was covered in an irremovable grime. “Stop…”
He paused momentarily, glaring at me with such a fire in his eyes it almost burned. Pain echoed throughout my skull at the sickening crack that was created upon its crash against the wall. “Shut the fuck up.” He growled. “You will enjoy every moment of this…” He spoke in a way that caused a whimper of fear to slip past my blood-stained lips.
My cries intensified as his hands slipped up under my skirt, moving their way slowly up my bare and trembling thighs. He smirked with satisfaction with my cry of hopelessness as his fingers found the waistband of my undergarments. Tears streamed down my face as I felt them pulled away from my hips, the soft material slowly moving down my shaking legs.
My stomach contorted as a sickening sensation overwhelmed it, almost causing me to gag. My heart felt as if it were being held in the contracting coils of a cobra and my lungs felt frozen by its venom, stiffened to the point that I could barely breathe anymore.
His fingers searched until they found the place they were seeking and a wail of agony escaped me as I was flooded with excruciating pain. He sneered at me, his eyes glistening with lust. The dirty and violating feeling caused me to weep as the pain caused me to scream, the pain that equalled that of being torn to shreds or bathing in acid. My own ear-splitting screams rang through the air and a sharp, stabbing pain could be felt in my temples.
I then realised that my arms were wrapped around his neck, handfuls of his hair twisted through my fingers in my attempt at enduring the torture. It was not until he sniggered that I understood that my actions had not gone unnoticed.
“I knew you would enjoy it…” He whispered huskily into my ear.
And that was when the volcano within me exploded. His jaw cracked sickeningly as my fist collided with it, blood escaping his mouth just to enhance the beauty of the twisted image.
He paused, tracing his lips with his fingertips, infuriated by the crimson that stained them. And then he looked at me, his cold, hard eyes pierced me with flames as he trembled with anger. His jaw was clenched as tight as it would allow, pulling his face into a hard mask as she shook with tremors of rage before the pressure was too much and he unleashed the full magnitude of his fury.
“You BITCH…”
The world rocked on its hinges and my head felt as if it were being tossed to the side like a small boat in the middle of the ocean during a violent storm. The slap of fist meeting flesh echoed throughout the room as my knees buckled and I fell to the floor. My palm was held over the area sure to bruise. Pain rippled through my cheek and it throbbed as I groggily attempted to move back to my feet, too stupefied by the attack to realise the mistake that I had made.
Click
I froze in horror at the familiar sound, one that anyone could easily recognize. Except, majority of these people would have familiarized with the sound through the speakers of a movie theatre. Never in my entire existence had I predicted I would hear it in real life. Slowly I turned my head to the left and waves of darkness shrouded me as I momentarily neared collapse.
My heart thudded as if it were to leap from my chest and breathing became a difficulty as I stared down the barrel of the gun. My eyes could have popped out of my head with how wide I had opened them and I stood still and my mind blanked for fear that any movement, any single thought could pull that trigger.
The breath filled my lungs like a tidal wave of oxygen as he unexpectedly pulled the gun back. He smiled demonically, flashing two rows of crooked teeth.
I did not have the moment to enable myself to ponder over the reason why he did not shoot, there was an opportunity and I had no other option but to take it. So I kicked between his legs, so he could suffer the same pain as he had dealt me, and reached for the gun feeling a sick satisfaction at his howls of pain.
However, he read my movements and threw the gun across the room just as my fingertips had brushed the barrel and so I ran to where it fell, ran for my life - literally. But then some impenetrable force halted my movements and I came crashing to the cold, tiled floor, just inches from the weapon, the key to my survival. My mind was frantic, nothing else mattered, I had to get the gun. Hikaru, who had grasped my ankle in order to cause me to fall had found his way to his feet. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as I crawled those final inches toward the gun. Suddenly, the breath was knocked out of me as my lungs were crushed beneath the floor and a weight from above. Hikaru had pounced on me like a lion chasing its prey and outstretched his hands until they were fighting mine for possession of the gun.
While he was on top of me, I had nowhere to go, and nowhere to aim the gun even if I received it. I needed to take another risk. So, one hand keeping the gun from his own prying hands, I pulled my arm back until my elbow connected with Hikaru’s head. I felt the weight lifted from my back as he recoiled, groaning in pain.
Desperation filled me as I realised this was my chance. As quick as I could muster, I pulled the gun from behind to aim it at the criminal in front of me, but I was once again too late. He intercepted my hands and positioned them so the gun aimed at the roof above our heads, so my hands were above my own head rendering the rest of me vulnerable.
My head throbbed as his own skull collided with it in a headbutt, and in my pain my fingers slipped from the gun…
Click
For the second time of the night, I heard that fateful sound. Hikaru’s triumphant smile was all that filled my suddenly blurred vision and my sense of hearing was near vanished. I could not think and could not feel anything, anything but fear. My life flashed before my eyes: running under the beautiful sun as a child, a sun I would never see again. The wedding with Kei, the happiness in the eyes of our family, the triumphant look in his eyes, eyes I would never look into again. Those smouldering brown eyes burning into mine, Yabu’s, the man I never wished to burden.
This was it. I closed my eyes as a single tear rolled down my cheek.
BANG
They must have been correct when they theorised that there was no pain felt after a quick death. In fact, I felt nothing at all. Nothing at all - that is what I could currently see. Nothing but pitch black darkness. What could I hear? Nothing, nothing but the steady beating of my heart.
Steady beating of my heart? My eyes shot open, and I was in darkness no more. I stared down at the blouse I was wearing, shocked to discover that it was not at all stained with blood. I looked up to see Hikaru standing there, still smiling. But Hikaru’s eyes were at the same level as mine and a sudden realisation dawned upon me. I couldn’t be dead if I was still standing. Then Hikaru must have missed…
I turned around only to have my blood run cold. He had not missed at all. A startled cry escaped my lips.
“Yabu…”
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Okay, so i have just realized that A LOT of unexplained things occurred in this chapter and the last...and i promise they will be explained in the next. If you would be so kind as to list those things just incase i miss any of them :D remember that as an author, I already know the reasons WHY so i might forget to include some of these things...
So yes, after about 4 or 5 chapters of waiting, Hikaru is FINALLY back for vengeance... he feels kind of betrayed i guess...dammit why did i choose to write in the first person I would absolutely LOVE to get inside his mind as this kind of character
Next chapter should hopefully come sometime this week, I'm pretty much 75% through the unedited copy and should be finished quite soon...I hope.
Author: hikaru_is_love
Pairing: Yabu Kota/OC
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Noir
Summary: What do you do when you begin to fall for the one holding you hostage?
The length of time I was left to drown in the endless pool of darkness, I did not know. It was an odd sensation, like I had fallen to the depths of the ocean and yet still managed to find oxygen to breathe. In the empty space I dwelled until the darkness began to thin, the colour re-emerging. I was nearing the surface of this dark abyss and desperately I attempted to pull myself faster. It was odd, considering I could still breathe - what was I hastening for? Maybe to escape the darkness I was shrouded in…before it consumed me…
Abruptly, my eyes snapped open. Everything was a blur. Where was I?
“Ryosuke…”
A voice spoke a name, a familiar name, the sound almost as blurred as the colour my vision was required to adjust to.
“What? What is it Keito…”
Another voice, this one seemed like it was spoken underwater, the sound changing as it entered a thousand different mediums. An odd sensation filled me, as if I had been spinning endlessly until I had collapsed groggily on a hard surface.
“She’s coming to…”
A sharp pain suddenly arose at the back of my head as if someone had forced a knife through a deep fissure in my skull. The area throbbed, almost mechanically my hand reached to examine the area. It stung upon the touch and upon the return, what used to be a blur of light tan was crimson.
“Shit, how hard did you hit her, Ryutaro?”
“As hard as I needed to…”
After several rapid blinks, my vision began to clear. The blurred spaces between my fingers became clearly defined as did the patterns in the tiles of the flooring beneath me. My sense of hearing was returning to its original clarity as the footsteps of another became distinct steps as opposed to one blurred mess.
“Where is she?” Came a sharp voice, but not one that I had heard recently.
My heart stopped dead, the blood in my veins ran icy cold. I shivered as a familiar chill ran down my spine. Not a voice I had heard recently, but certainly one I knew. My throat felt dry and I attempted to swallow the large lump forming within it.
Slowly, I inched my gaze higher and higher until it fell on the familiar features of the speaker. It was as if a hurricane had ripped right through me and the shock left me immobile and speechless.
Hikaru…
The effect was like the aftermath of a thousand stars exploding in the heavens, freezing and forever altering time and space. A sudden realization dawned upon me, one that tore through me like the meeting of an endless hurricane and erupting volcano. I inhaled a sharp breath, the cool air felt like knives against the walls of my throat, but I savoured it for as far as I knew, it could have been my last.
He stared at me for what felt like an eternity, his burning eyes boring holes right through me. They burned, full of detest and hunger.
“I knew it…” He muttered his thoughts, not once taking his eyes off me. “I knew they would send you.” He smirked with satisfaction. “And my brother calls himself a leader.” He spat the words as if they were venom, full of hatred and spite. He averted his gaze from me. “I wonder if he saw this one coming…”
I stared at him as he laughed sadistically, he was like an angel whose soul had been twisted to the point that he was thrown from the heavens into the fiery hell below.
He turned towards me once more. I realised that the members of Seven had left the room and fear ran through my veins like a paralysis inducing toxin. I trembled as a sudden realisation dawned upon me, the last time I was alone with Hikaru, Yabu was present to save me from the aftermath. Yabu wasn’t here now and, whatever would happen, I would have to survive it alone.
Every inch of me wanted to lunge at him, to destroy him and ruin him, but I also knew that if I provoked him I would no longer be living. Time moved so slowly, we seemed to glare at each other silently for what seemed an eternity but what was only seconds. And then it all happened so suddenly, I wondered if it was real.
He was now inches away from me, he cornered me as if I were his prey…I was his prey. He eyed me up and down, his eyes glittering with lust and triumph as my lungs refused to inhale the icy air that filled the space between us. I could now feel the cool brick wall pressed against my spine and his arms were positioned one on each side of my face.
Rage boiled within me along with a burning desire to disallow him to gain his satisfaction. Smouldering within me was a flame fuelled by detest and a hunger for vengeance much like the one within the monster standing before me. I wanted to ruin him, to tear him apart…
He smirked. “Go on then…” He leaned closer until our faces were inches apart. “…hit me…” He breathed. “I know you want to…” He spoke as if he read my mind.
As powerful as the anger and determination to not give in to him was, I could not ignore the fear that built up within me each and every moment. After the very breath that concluded these psychological games, Hikaru would begin a new game; a violent game…one that may end in shadows stained with crimson.
The snicker that followed my silence was soft, but just as powerful and bone-chilling. “No?” He smirked, lavishing in every moment of the mental torture. “You’ll regret that…” His whispers were so cold they struck me like the frost in an endless blizzard.
A small yelp escaped my lips. His words were not a threat, I knew him enough to come to that conclusion. I trembled, immobile and frozen with fear. They were not a threat, they were a promise…
His eyes locked with mine, those black, soulless eyes dancing with a sickening amusement, a window to a world so barren and cold. My breath hitched as he moved his hand to the back of my head, twisting his fingers until he had grasped a fist full of my hair. For a moment, the world froze and all I could see was his beautiful features twisted in a sadistic grin, it almost seemed out of place. Who allowed this angel to become fallen? Maybe there was something still good within him…
And then suddenly, the world crashed back as time continued and I was taken aback by an unexpected movement. His lips crushed to mine so violently and unlovingly as he pulled my hair with one hand and tore at my clothes with the other. There was no good left within him, he was twisted beyond the point of return, consumed entirely by the darkness that surrounded him.
“Stop…” In my attempts to plea, my lips were sliced on his teeth and I cringed at the taste of my own blood.
“Stop…” I cried once more, but he continued mercilessly. Tears stained my cheeks as his hands roamed freely, along my arms, up my thighs, up my shirt…
I squirmed and struggled to break free in vain. He was far too strong. I felt as though I was covered in an irremovable grime. “Stop…”
He paused momentarily, glaring at me with such a fire in his eyes it almost burned. Pain echoed throughout my skull at the sickening crack that was created upon its crash against the wall. “Shut the fuck up.” He growled. “You will enjoy every moment of this…” He spoke in a way that caused a whimper of fear to slip past my blood-stained lips.
My cries intensified as his hands slipped up under my skirt, moving their way slowly up my bare and trembling thighs. He smirked with satisfaction with my cry of hopelessness as his fingers found the waistband of my undergarments. Tears streamed down my face as I felt them pulled away from my hips, the soft material slowly moving down my shaking legs.
My stomach contorted as a sickening sensation overwhelmed it, almost causing me to gag. My heart felt as if it were being held in the contracting coils of a cobra and my lungs felt frozen by its venom, stiffened to the point that I could barely breathe anymore.
His fingers searched until they found the place they were seeking and a wail of agony escaped me as I was flooded with excruciating pain. He sneered at me, his eyes glistening with lust. The dirty and violating feeling caused me to weep as the pain caused me to scream, the pain that equalled that of being torn to shreds or bathing in acid. My own ear-splitting screams rang through the air and a sharp, stabbing pain could be felt in my temples.
I then realised that my arms were wrapped around his neck, handfuls of his hair twisted through my fingers in my attempt at enduring the torture. It was not until he sniggered that I understood that my actions had not gone unnoticed.
“I knew you would enjoy it…” He whispered huskily into my ear.
And that was when the volcano within me exploded. His jaw cracked sickeningly as my fist collided with it, blood escaping his mouth just to enhance the beauty of the twisted image.
He paused, tracing his lips with his fingertips, infuriated by the crimson that stained them. And then he looked at me, his cold, hard eyes pierced me with flames as he trembled with anger. His jaw was clenched as tight as it would allow, pulling his face into a hard mask as she shook with tremors of rage before the pressure was too much and he unleashed the full magnitude of his fury.
“You BITCH…”
The world rocked on its hinges and my head felt as if it were being tossed to the side like a small boat in the middle of the ocean during a violent storm. The slap of fist meeting flesh echoed throughout the room as my knees buckled and I fell to the floor. My palm was held over the area sure to bruise. Pain rippled through my cheek and it throbbed as I groggily attempted to move back to my feet, too stupefied by the attack to realise the mistake that I had made.
Click
I froze in horror at the familiar sound, one that anyone could easily recognize. Except, majority of these people would have familiarized with the sound through the speakers of a movie theatre. Never in my entire existence had I predicted I would hear it in real life. Slowly I turned my head to the left and waves of darkness shrouded me as I momentarily neared collapse.
My heart thudded as if it were to leap from my chest and breathing became a difficulty as I stared down the barrel of the gun. My eyes could have popped out of my head with how wide I had opened them and I stood still and my mind blanked for fear that any movement, any single thought could pull that trigger.
The breath filled my lungs like a tidal wave of oxygen as he unexpectedly pulled the gun back. He smiled demonically, flashing two rows of crooked teeth.
I did not have the moment to enable myself to ponder over the reason why he did not shoot, there was an opportunity and I had no other option but to take it. So I kicked between his legs, so he could suffer the same pain as he had dealt me, and reached for the gun feeling a sick satisfaction at his howls of pain.
However, he read my movements and threw the gun across the room just as my fingertips had brushed the barrel and so I ran to where it fell, ran for my life - literally. But then some impenetrable force halted my movements and I came crashing to the cold, tiled floor, just inches from the weapon, the key to my survival. My mind was frantic, nothing else mattered, I had to get the gun. Hikaru, who had grasped my ankle in order to cause me to fall had found his way to his feet. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as I crawled those final inches toward the gun. Suddenly, the breath was knocked out of me as my lungs were crushed beneath the floor and a weight from above. Hikaru had pounced on me like a lion chasing its prey and outstretched his hands until they were fighting mine for possession of the gun.
While he was on top of me, I had nowhere to go, and nowhere to aim the gun even if I received it. I needed to take another risk. So, one hand keeping the gun from his own prying hands, I pulled my arm back until my elbow connected with Hikaru’s head. I felt the weight lifted from my back as he recoiled, groaning in pain.
Desperation filled me as I realised this was my chance. As quick as I could muster, I pulled the gun from behind to aim it at the criminal in front of me, but I was once again too late. He intercepted my hands and positioned them so the gun aimed at the roof above our heads, so my hands were above my own head rendering the rest of me vulnerable.
My head throbbed as his own skull collided with it in a headbutt, and in my pain my fingers slipped from the gun…
Click
For the second time of the night, I heard that fateful sound. Hikaru’s triumphant smile was all that filled my suddenly blurred vision and my sense of hearing was near vanished. I could not think and could not feel anything, anything but fear. My life flashed before my eyes: running under the beautiful sun as a child, a sun I would never see again. The wedding with Kei, the happiness in the eyes of our family, the triumphant look in his eyes, eyes I would never look into again. Those smouldering brown eyes burning into mine, Yabu’s, the man I never wished to burden.
This was it. I closed my eyes as a single tear rolled down my cheek.
BANG
They must have been correct when they theorised that there was no pain felt after a quick death. In fact, I felt nothing at all. Nothing at all - that is what I could currently see. Nothing but pitch black darkness. What could I hear? Nothing, nothing but the steady beating of my heart.
Steady beating of my heart? My eyes shot open, and I was in darkness no more. I stared down at the blouse I was wearing, shocked to discover that it was not at all stained with blood. I looked up to see Hikaru standing there, still smiling. But Hikaru’s eyes were at the same level as mine and a sudden realisation dawned upon me. I couldn’t be dead if I was still standing. Then Hikaru must have missed…
I turned around only to have my blood run cold. He had not missed at all. A startled cry escaped my lips.
“Yabu…”
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Okay, so i have just realized that A LOT of unexplained things occurred in this chapter and the last...and i promise they will be explained in the next. If you would be so kind as to list those things just incase i miss any of them :D remember that as an author, I already know the reasons WHY so i might forget to include some of these things...
So yes, after about 4 or 5 chapters of waiting, Hikaru is FINALLY back for vengeance... he feels kind of betrayed i guess...dammit why did i choose to write in the first person I would absolutely LOVE to get inside his mind as this kind of character
Next chapter should hopefully come sometime this week, I'm pretty much 75% through the unedited copy and should be finished quite soon...I hope.