Lost Love (Love Letter From Thief X fanfic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 21-25 Riki's PoV

Warning: Bloody and descriptive torture
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"Oh. I see she didn't tell you about me then." He smirks. "Although I supposed that's to be expected. She was only 11 and Ma and Pop always favored her over me. They just love 'their little perfect angel'. When I decided to go wild that gave them the perfect reason to forget about their son. And then I 'died' and they really did forget." He's walked around me now, examining me as one would an exhibit on display. Alaina has a brother? I know she didn't really talk about her childhood, but really? Why didn't she tell me?

I decide that in this situation, it might be the best if I keep my mouth shut. So I do just that. I shut up, watch and listen.

"Hm.... Of all the people my sister could have fell for, I did not foresee it being Riki Yanase. A politician's son turn thief."

"Oh so you've done your research into me." I can't help it. I have to open my mouth. "Oh what? Did you expect her to fall for someone like you? An overgrown child who acts out for attention? At least I-" I'm cut off by a sharp pain in my right cheek. Ok maybe I deserved that punch for opening my mouth. I don't even react, just stare up at him.

"At least you're what? Huh?"

"At least I'm mature enough to put aside my jealousies and instead protect the ones I love." I smirk.

He grips my shoulder tightly, yanking my head to look in his eyes. Wow. You can tell they are siblings. "You. Don't. Know. Me. You don't know what it's like to have your parents completely abandon you and disown you, when all you wanted was acceptance." I know more than you think. He lets me go and takes a step back. "The name's Ryu by the way. You can know it since you won't make out without a body bag." He walks over to the door and raps his knuckles upon the iron twice. It opens and another man walks in with a stand and tray full of medical tools it looks like. He sets them down and walks out with a nod to Ryu.

"So. You and I are gonna have a little fun." He picks up a scalpel. "Unless, you decide to tell me why you guys are here and what you are after. Let me guess.... The auction?"

I don't say a word. I just sit there and smirk.

"Alright then. Looks like you wanna play hard." He turns to face me, a malicious grin on his face and the scalpel glinting in his hand. I have a fair idea of what he's going to do, so I've already braced myself. His grin doesn't fade as he brings the scalpel down into my thigh. I can feel the blade scrape bone and blood drip down through my jeans as he takes his hand off of it, leaving the scalpel embedded there. Holy shit that hurts. I don't make a sound or even flinch. He seems slightly surprised at how I don't even blink.

"Eh. Whatever. They all break sooner or later. You will too."

"You haven't done your research too well then."

"We'll see Yanase. We'll see." He spins around and lands another punch. And another. And another. I feel my lip split and blood rolls down my chin. Oh you sonuvabitch you. Just wait until I get out of these damn restraints. I still don't flinch. I take it with a straight, bloody, bruised face. Anything to piss him off more.

He seems to be getting more pissed off the less reactions I give. As he goes to pick up another instrument of torture, there is a sharp rap on the door and I hear a commanding voice that sounds much like my father's. "Come on Ryu. It's nearly time for the meeting and you WILL NOT have blood on you this time."

"Coming." He spins on his heel and exits the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

I finally relax and hiss out in pain. I look down towards my thigh, where the scalpel still resided, embedded in my knee. I don't know what time it is and I don't care. I hope she's alright. Please let her be alright. I know this is stupid and I know they can't hear me but I still send out a mental thought, well more of a command to them. Takuto, don't let her come. Please stop her. I slowly close my eyes and bow my head. My cheek stinging, my lip busted and swollen, and my leg pulsing with pain, I'm somehow able to drift off into a very light sleep.

A while later, I'm not sure how long, I open my eyes due to the sound of the iron door swinging open and footsteps entering the room. I look up and feel slightly lightheaded. Probably blood loss. I still feel the blade and can feel dried blood caked on my once blue jeans and down my leg. I shift slightly and cause more of the red liquid to spill down.

He pulls a chair out of seemingly nowhere. He sits down across from me and just stares at me. A grin starts to spread across his face. I raise my chin even though it sends shooting pains down my spine, and I meet his gaze.

"......She's coming you know. She'll be here in...oh probably about 15 minutes." He pulls a .48 out of the back of his pants. It's pearl-handled and sleek. Kenshi would probably freak over it.

"Don't. You. Dare. Hurt. Her. Or. Else."

He smirks. "Or else what? You'll attack me? And just how exactly will you do that? You're a little.....tied up."

I smirk. Oh if you only knew. I stand up. The rope hanging off of one hand and lunge, my feet slipping out of the bonds. I tackle him, the gun sliding across the room. I land a punch to his ribs and a few to the gut before 3 men drag me off of him. Ryu stands up, panting and looks absolutely furious. I just stand there and smirk.

"Chains. Now." I'm shoved into the chair and one man walks out of the room, quickly coming back in with chains. They chain me down and exit the room.

"Oh what. Can't handle me without help?"

He pulls the scalpel from my leg. I close my eyes and clench my jaw as he does. Shit. He looks at the blade in his hand. From the red drops falling from the tip of the blade to the dry, caked blood at the hilt. Ryu grins and crouches down in front of me. He brings the blade close to my throat and drags it across my collarbone. Drawing blood, but it's not deep enough to scar. Yet. I can feel the droplets roll down to my chest. I look him in eyes and he sets the scalpel on the tray and picks up the gun.

"I won't kill her.....or you.....yet." He turns on his heel and exits the the room. I struggle slightly against the chains. I can't get out of these. Alaina. Please don't come. I can't let you get hurt. Please. I bow my head, praying.

Shortly after, I hear footsteps from outside the door and a slight dragging sound.

"Do we know where he wants her?" His help.

"Nope. Just stick her in with the metal-leg girl." Is he talking about Alaina? I feel panic start to settle in my stomach.

"Why are we still listening to you? She knocked you out cold and put Mikey here into a crying ball." I can feel a little bit of pride for her, but my panic and overprotectiveness overwhelms that.

"OI! Shut up, mate." From there I can't hear any more. No! Why did you come? I bow my head, feeling useless and defeated.