It was 1am and Aoba had not showed up. Koujaku furrowed is eyebrows and scratched the back of his head, frustrated. He turned his coil on and rang his coil. There was no answer, so he rang a few more times.
After receiving no answer, a slight fear started to creep up. He quickly rang Tae-san to ask if Aoba was at home, to which she replied with, "No, i thought he was at yours." Panic started to sink in now, as he ended the call and tried to think of where he'd be. He quickly left his house and went to Junk shop Heibon where Aoba worked. It was dark, and the doors were locked, so he knew he wasn't there.
Koujaku started to run as he searched the streets for the blue haired boy. He was no where to be seen. He looked about frantically, until something caught his eye. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head to where a small narrow alleyway was. There was something lying on the ground that looked familiar, so he approached it. When he reached it, his eyes widened as he realised what it was. "Aoba's...headphones." he whispered to himself and picked up the pink headphones.
Suddenly, he heard a low chuckle from behind me. He turned around sharply and was faced with none other than Virus. "Looking for something, Koujaku-san. Or should i say, someone?" Koujaku gritted his teeth, "Where's Aoba?!" Virus chuckled and stepped closer to him. "Would you like to see him for yourself?" Virus asked. "Wha--" He was cut off by a sharp pain in his neck, and his vision blurred and he lost consciousness. Trip stood there smirking holding a syringe in his hand. "That was easier than i thought," Virus said and looked down at the unconscious raven haired man. "Aoba will be very happy to see him~" Trip laughed. "Especially after we've made a few,,,changes," Virus chuckled darkly.
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Aoba was yet again, lying on the cold floor, naked and chained up like some kind of animal, counting away his sanity, as he anxiously waited for the duo to return. It had been at least 2 days since they left him there. He didn't know where they went, or when they were coming back,,,or if they'd ever come back.
The thought of being left there forever scared him. Of course, he didn't want them to come near him anymore, but he also didn't want to be abandoned there forever. A few tears slipped down his pale face. The faint light in the room was terrifying, and the silence was deafening.
“K…Koujaku…” he whispered as more tears started to fall. The door slowly opened and the duo entered, and were able to hear Aoba’s quiet sobs. “Aw. Did Aoba-san miss us that much~” Virus cruelly asked as he approached the bluenette, who instantly shut up and stared up at him. “We brought you a present~” The blonde grinned and picked him up and carried him out of the room, following Trip.
'Oh no. What does he mean by ‘present’? What are they going to do to me this time--!!' Aoba thought to himself as the fear creeped up in him. They stopped at a room and Trip opened the door. They entered the room and Trip turned on the light, and Aoba’s eyes widened with horror as he stared at the figure kneeling on the ground, with many restraints on them. The person was no other than…
“K...Koujak..u…!! Koujaku!!!!!” Aoba screamed with the little energy he had left. Koujaku raised his head. His long dark hair hung over his face, his kimono removed, and his tattoos were now fully visible.
Virus carried Aoba over to him and set him down in front of him, and undid some of the chains on him so he could move more. The bluenette reached up to touch his face but Koujaku started thrashing about against the restraints and screamed. Aoba flinched and moved back slightly, feeling his heart wrench. “K-Koujaku…” Tears pricked in his eyes yet again.
The Koujaku he did not know was here…
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My Drug (Koujaku X Aoba)
FanfictionKoujaku invites Aoba over, but doesn't give him a reason to why, but as aoba makes his way over, something, or should I say, someone, stops him. When aoba wakes up, he sees two familiar faces smirking down at him as they softly, almost whisper his n...