Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Sorrowful sins ❯ chapter three ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: No I do not own gravitation and I do not profit from these writings.
Warning: There will be hints of shounen-ai (yaoi) in this chapter so I am WARNING you just encase you don't like.
Other warnings: there is bad language in this chapter and I am not sure if it passes the rating I put for the story, but I hope it doesn’t.
On with the fic...
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Chapter 3
All night I dream of him or when I’m awake I cannot stop thinking of him, the stranger I bumped into on the street and his golden brown eyes. ‘Damn that guy cursed me’. Sighing I sit up in my bed hugging the sheets to my chest from the cold. “It must be really cold outside” I slid off the bed vaguely aware of the cold floor beneath my bare feet. I started thinking about the insanity of being this infatuated with a man I didn't even know, with a man I had only met once and hadn't even spoken to. How can someone love from just a glance? Barring romance movies this seemed pretty darn out of order to him.
After getting up I went and got dressed in my beige shorts, orange hoodie and white/grey trainers I walked out the door carefully shutting it behind me and locking it then turning and walking to go my way to work. Then my thoughts flung back to him, like a boomerang it just kept coming back, the stranger, oh how he torments me even in the waking hours. I wonder if he has this affect on the women he knows. What the hell am I thinking, I am not a girl...I should not be having my dreams filled with him, especially after just meeting him. Then a thought struck me, one I did not like at all ‘am I gay?!’ no I could not be gay come on I mean it’s me I can’t of all people be gay, can I?
Maybe I am gay. Maybe I am not. ‘Argh why is life so god damn fucking hard’ Time for dramatics, I've only been contemplating being gay five minutes and I already feel depressed again. Reaching the NG building I scurried into the elevator and hit the button to make my way up to the sixth floor. As the doors slid open I came face to face with an angry K who dragged me out of the elevator and pulled a gun to my head. “K...h..he..hey” I was more worried about that gun then that angry look on his face which was a complete ‘Run for your fucking lives’ look but with a gun in your face there is not much I could really do about the running part. “Your late Shindou-san” K’s deep voice bellowed through my ears. He dragged me all the way into the studio and let me go then he started talking about getting work done or else get holes blown in you. So me and everyone else (who were all already there) started working on our new album which had to be released in less than two weeks.
It had been another long day and I was completely exhausted. Walking down the concrete path which I noted was the same as the one where I saw him I barely registered the footsteps behind me. I could not believe K almost shot me...AGAIN!....I sigh softly and mentally remind myself to talk to Tohma Seguchi about the sanity of our manager next time I go to work, since I would rather not end my career early because I got shot for showing up late, again.
Suddenly a new painful twist to my already fragile mind, One minute I was thinking about work and the next thing I was being dragged into an alley with a hand over my mouth and scrawny hands clutching my throat. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dark alley I started to panic. My heart was beating a thousand beats per minute and my mind was reeling on all the possibilities of what might happen. Could I have been mistaken for a girl again and had been grabbed for that purpose or was this something I had specifically done because I don't remember wronging anyone at all especially recently.
The hand on my mouth moved away but the one on my throat tightened making me squirm. I tried to scream out but couldn’t. Yet again my voice had failed me. The hand on my neck was painfully tight and they were all standing there snickering like they were enjoying my pain and my fear. The man gripping my neck raised his hand and I knew what was coming. The hand came down hard on my face, the pain searing through my cheek leaving a stinging red mark. Blood ran down my chin as I realised I had bit my lip to stop from screaming out, harder than I thought. I held onto the alley wall for support so I would not fall over in my dizzy state, the slap and lack of oxygen just now having me almost fainting.
The next thing I heard was enough to make me burst into tears, “Hold him still” I heard one of the men say this which caused my panic to rise higher and tears to form in my eyes but not spill out. What was he going to do? Was he going to kill me? I did not get to think anymore as two pairs of hands gripped my arms and one of the men started giving me a series of painful blows to the head with his open hand. It hurt like hell and although I struggled and yelled at each excruciating blow I could not save myself. By this point the tears formed at my eyes had begun to roll down my cheeks. I felt as though I was about to die, slipping off into the world of the dead and never return. As much as I had wished for death each day of my existence, this isn't how I wanted to go. All reasoning washed away when I thought ‘I deserve this, I have sinned in my life, lied to people considered my friends, done nothing worth showing and this is my punishment. I was about ready to welcome my oncoming fate when a familiar voice was heard from the entrance to the alley way, direct and meaning business:
“Let the kid go"
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