Alive (Boyxboy)

Awakened

[ A pretty long first part, just to tease you guys~ Also, I still need to edit the second part ._. Based on a roleplay; I'm Hajime.
Well~ WARNINGS: Yaoi, smut (later on), angst, fighting, love, and an insanity!! O.O Whoa.
Anyways; read, reply, and vote :3
Please comment. I get lonely... ]

'Unripe.'

'Unripe.'

'Too ripe.' These were the words Hajime used to describe the fruit in this particular booth. The boy was currently inspecting the peaches, some of which seemed abnormally squishy, stroking his hand over the soft pink fuzz. None of the peaches were firm enough, or extremely squishy, and he decided against buying the luscious pink fruit. The market was especially crowded on this day, making it difficult for small Hajime to move through them with ease. With a glance around the market, the blonde boy noticed the seafood booths were the least crowded, and he moved to the salmon.

As he was deciding which salmon to buy, he instinctively looked up and met eyes with a stranger a few yards away. With a slight blush of embarrassment, Hajime cast his eyes back to the fish, which seemed more interesting at the time, and certainly more appetizing. He quickly bought the fish, chatted with the salesman, and went to leave, taking his normal route among small streets to his apartment.

The esteemed author couldn't let his precious prize escape him again. Not this time. Griffin followed him out of the outdoor market and towards an alleyway. He would have this boy. Today. Having had planned this endeavor for three months, Griffin was well prepared. Pulling a blindfold and chemical- soaked rag from his pocket, the older male made his move towards Hajime. This was it. Finally....

The blonde was deep in his thoughts as he carried his bag of groceries to his apartment. He thought about making eye contact with the tall man in the market; He thought about the price of the delicious salmon; He thought about the squishy peaches. Focused on his mingled thoughts, he walked through the empty streets, closer and closer to his apartment.

Advancing upon the boy, Griffin quickly gagged him. "It's okay baby... I have you here in my arms... We're going home." The male had put too much of the chemical onto the rag, and worried about damaging the younger boy's brain. As soon as he was out, Griffin pulled the rag out of his mouth.

Hajime's eyes widened and he gasped as a hand reached out from behind him and seized him. At the stranger's words, the small boy trashed and let out muffled screams, confused by the difference between the words and the actions. Black clouded the edge of his vision as he began to feel dizzy, causing him to whimper softly. He squirmed and wriggled weakly in the man's arms, until his vision faded to black and he fell limply against the man.

Kissing his forehead lightly, Griffin pulled the boy home. To anyone who asked, he was helping a drunk friend. Upon arriving home, the author brought Hajime inside. The house- or mansion, rather- was extremely exquisite. It was well decorated with exotic animal taxidermy, paintings, leather, and red velvet. The lighting was dim and seductive.

Sleeping peacefully, Hajime was fairly light-weight, being small for his size. His hazy dream felt like a black trap as he was brought to the home. After a while- seemingly forever in the dream- he woke, blinking the tiredness from his eyes. His surroundings seemed dark at first, but he soon adjusted to the dim lighting. 'Where...am I?', he wondered, gazing around at the posh interior. A slight pain wracked his head, and his mouth was dry with a bad taste in it, making him groan softly.

Griffin wasn't around, thankfully. A hint of classical music hit the air, along with the scent of cinnamon. Hajime was lying on a couch in a den somewhere. The owner of the house wasn't in the room. The blonde sat up on the couch, holding his throbbing head. Remembering what previously happened to him, a jolt of panic surged through his body. 'I need to escape,' he thought desperately. Standing up shakily, he made his way slowly to the nearest door.