Protection{Yuuyoi}

Not My Forte

Waking up had never been Yoichi's forte but something was different about this morning.

Maybe it was then dull ache at the back of his head.

Maybe it was the fact when he moved his hands to rub it neither would budge.

Maybe it was because ,no matter how many times he tried to open his eyes, all he could see was blackness.

At first, he thought maybe he was in hospital after some freak accident. This wasn't completely unbelievable since Yoichi was extremely accident prone. At least that's what he thought until he felt himself going over a bump. The realisation hit him like a full speeding truck.

In hospitals they don't strap your legs together.

In hospitals they don't stuff a piece of cloth in your mouth to stop you from calling for help.

Oh God, he was probably IN a full-speeding truck.

Yoichi's prior memories slowly began to flood back to him. He had been visiting his sister's , Tomoe, grave when some creep tried to chloroform him. He remembered being able to slip out of the person's grasp and running into nearby trees screaming blue murder. Somehow they had appeared in front of Yoichi and , in a fit of panic, he had backed into a tree. Effectively doing what the chloroform was supposed to.

Fuck. He'd given a possible serial killer the perfect opportunity to whisk him away to some mystery location so they could kill him and probably mutilate his body beyond recognition. He'd been studying killer psychology, looks like he was going to see it first-hand. Would they keep him alive while mangling his body? Would they make him watch while tore his limbs to sherds? Fuck fuckcidy fuck fuck. Just thinking about the potential agonizing ends that he was going to meet made Yoichi want to bite his tongue off , just to end it quickly, but the cloth in his mouth was preventing him a merciful escape. Whoever this person was they were sadistic. All Yoichi could do was hope that somebody would notice the blind-folded, tied up victim in the passenger seat.

That's it! He'd struggle, try his hardest to scream as loud as he could. Surely someone would notice. Plus whoever this was would have to stop the car at traffic lights if they didn't want to seem suspicious. At these times, Yoichi would try struggle his hardest. Nobody would be able to ignore him. But without knowing how long he was out for, Yoichi didn't know how many of these opportunities he'd missed. For all he knew they could be in the driveway of whatever warehouse his captor planned on murdering him in. Yoichi's thoughts of escape ceased. He was as good as dead. He didn't know where he was, who he was with or what to do.

He was completely at this psycho's mercy.

Tears of hopelessness welled up in Yoichi's covered eyes before he could think about stopping them. He let out muffled whimpers. Pathetic. He was going to die a horrible death. A drawn-out death carried out by a sadistic psycho , probably taunting him in his final hours. All he could do was cry and whimper.Pathetic.

" Oh you're awake" Yoichi heard a voice sliver though his panicked thoughts. God, Yoichi couldn't help but imagine the twisted smirk on their face , knowing their sleeping victim was finally awake. To make matters worse, the voice was male. Not that Yoichi was sexist but ,as a psychology student, he couldn't deny men tended to be more violent in situations like this. Shit. With the way things were going he was probably going to be raped before being maliciously dissected.

"That's good" the man let out a sickening sigh."I thought you'd knocked yourself into a coma" This man definitely wanted him awake. Of course, a sleeping person wouldn't satisfy a killer's desires.

"Sorry I can't untie you, but I can let you speak" Yoichi felt the man lean over to him, forcing his mouth open to take out the cloth whilst making a disgusted grunt, accompanied by the sound of a horn honking and the car rocking briefly. This man, this PSYCHO wanted Yoichi to beg and plead for his life. What other reason was there for letting him speak? He wished the car that had honked at them would reverse and save him.

But not even God could help him now. Yoichi was going to have to beg. And beg he would. He was willing to throw away what little dignity he had left, for the practically non-existent chance that they'd let him go. "Please don't kill me" He pleaded, knowing how pathetic and desperate he sounded ,but then again who wouldn't be desperate in his situation. " If you let me go I won't tell anyone. I promise!" Yoichi began to struggle harder and cry. Even in the unlikely event that this man let him go, how was Yoichi going to return to his normal life? The psycho wasn't just going to stop killing people. Could he live with himself , when stories of people going missing started doing the news, knowing that he might have information that could stop said occurrences? Yoichi couldn't help but feel stupid about his own statement. What information, all he knew was this person's gender. Also, why the fuck would a murderer just let his victim go? All Yoichi's pleading was simply to satisfy this man's sadistic desires.

"Whoa, I can't let you go but I promise I'm not going to kill you," The man said sounding slightly offended. Yoichi felt relief wash over him. Only to be replaced by dread. Just because this man wasn't planning on killing him didn't mean he was safe. They were probably going to sell him to some kind of human trafficking ring or maybe they were going to keep him as some kind of-"If anything I'm here to protect you" He considered it for a second, before dismissing any thought of protection. You don't blindfold, gag and tie someone ' you're trying to protect' to car doors.

He wasn't given much time to internally bitch, though. The car came to a slow stop. Yoichi couldn't help back think it was to cause him minimum damage. That was if this guy was really trying to protect him. He felt the small dip in the seat, as the man leaned over to him once again. He removed the tape around Yoichi's wrists, a little too fast, leaving a small stinging sensation. The man then reached down to untape his legs. He stayed quiet through the whole process. No way was he going to annoy this man in any way. Yoichi heard the soft click of the car door opening and a hard shove prompting him to leave. He shivered as to cold breeze blew past him. He hadn't expected to his visit to Tomoe's grave to last longer than a few minutes, so he left his jacket in his own car.

Yoichi contemplated running away. The majority of his bounds had been removed but his captor had,wisely, left the blindfold. Even if he tried to run he'd probably run face first into a wall or trip over his own feet, due to his shaking legs. A presence in front of him halted his thoughts as the man reached around his head to hastily untie the blindfold, accidentally pulling on some of Yoichi's hair in the process.

He opened his eyes, adjusting them to the light. Not that there was much light to adjust to. It looked like he was in some kind back alley. He looked over to his captor. The man had dark hair accompanied by emerald eyes. In any other situation Yoichi would have called him exotic, but currently, the only thing he looked was threatening.

The man grabbed Yoichi's shoulder and gave it a rough shove towards a set of rickety-looking metal steps. The steps creaked warningly under their footsteps. At the top of the steps was a black door. The man pushed Yoichi against a railing whilst unlocking the door, before pushing him into a room.

He was immediately greeted by the sight of a small lavender haired woman, dressed smartly in a grey his human trafficking theory had been right. He could feel the presence of his captor blocking the door, so he stood like a deer in head lights while the woman looked him over before finally meeting his eyes. "Well, Mr. Saotome" the woman gave him a smug smirk " It seems we have some explaining to do"