I Found What I Was Missing

Chapter 21: Pay Attention, I Hope That You Listen

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF RAPE

Pay Attention, I Hope That You Listen

Izuku recoiled and slammed the door shut, slapping a hand over his mouth and nose, eyes watering as he gagged into his hand. Izuku coughed and gasped, shuddering. That was such an unpleasant smell.

More prepared, Izuku opened the door again. He supressed the urge to puke as he entered the room. The zinc was dirty and smeared with crusting old blood, wrappers for plasters and bandages littered on the ground, torn clothes crumpled in the corner.

It was as if they were in a hurry to dress wounds, change clothes and get out. Izuku looked down to the tiled floor, noting a trail of brown that lead to the toilette, a small pool formed there.

One or both of them must have been hurt the last time they were here. Izuku figured than either Gon or Killua was too hurt to stand, and therefore had sat on the toilette, waiting to be patched up as a pool of blood formed.

Izuku felt nauseous; it was a lot of blood. There seemed to be some on the doorway in the shape of fingers, the toilet seat held a large puddle, too. It was honestly a miracle the person didn't die from blood loss.

Izuku moved to the crumbled clothes, gingerly picking up a black tank top. Based on the size, he guessed it was Gon's. It had a large hole in the abdominal area and back, as if he had been impaled, with a few tears here and there. It was stiff and reeked of old blood and who knows how many years of not being washed. It smelt old.

Izuku dropped it to pick up a long sleeved navy shirt--obviously Killua's, as he had seen the omega wear it in a few clips of the video--it had multiple holes in, also stiff with blood. It smelt old and like blood, though the omega's natural scent lingered a bit.

Izuku sighed, dropping the clothing, noting there were pants on the ground too. Izuku shivered as he moved to exit the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He felt nauseous.

He walked to the bed, sighed, and plopped face first into it. Instantly, he was surrounded by the smell of his parents. Sweet like chocolate and flowers, like sunshine, comfort, protection and safety; and a bit dusty.

Izuku lay there, breathing in their scent for a while, barely falling asleep until he felt a hand on his back. Izuku raised his head to look at whomever it was tiredly.

"Eijirou?" He croaked.
The beta smiled sadly at him. "Come with me, Izuku,"
The alpha reluctantly clambered off of the comfortable bed and followed after his beta.

"We found another video," Eijirou explained as he lead Izuku back to the living room, everyone crowded around one of the sofas.
Denki's laptop sat on the coffee table in front of them, open and ready to play the video.

"They left it on the kitchen counter with a note," Ochaco added as she walked up to him and handed the sticky note to Izuku.
It read 'Watch Me' again. It was dirty with dust, a dull green with a dark smear in the corner. Izuku just knew it was blood.

He moved to sit in between Denki and Shoto, his stomach in knots as the video was played. The camera blurred as it was fiddled with, sat on the coffee table; and Killua flopped onto the floor.

He ruffled his own hair, a bandage wrapped around his head, a band aid stuck to his left cheek; his hands and arms were clumsily wrapped in bandages. He had bruises in the shape if fingers on his neck, hickeys littering his collarbone, neck and jaw.

It looked as though he had been bitten on his neck just below his left ear. His nose had faint bruises, dark circles under his eyes. Killua's eyes looked into the camera for a few seconds before he sighed, gaze fluttering to look at something behind the camera.