Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lost doesn't want to be found ❯ Chapter 4

Takuya was being held to the muscular chest of another man. Screams echoed in the small living room. He looked over to see Asuka being held down and pounded into on the couch. She was watching him all through the rape, silently asking for him to save her. Takuya struggled in the embrace of the man holding him, but just could not get away.

 

Sobbing caught his attention and he looked around to find another man holding Kyosuke making the young boy watch his mother being raped. With each new man that took over thrusting into her the more hysterical Takuya was becoming. He fought and struggled and yelled and screamed for them to stop, but no one even looked his way.

 

A man entered the room wearing a crisp suite all in black. He withdrew a gun from his jacket and walked over to the couch. When he was stopped in front of a sobbing Asuka he turned and smirked at Takuya “This is what waits for you, my little killer Yohji”. The man turned around again and fired a clean shot into Asuka's head then turned to Kyosuke and fired into his small form.

 

Takuya screamed. Tears were running down his face and he was released from the steely grip to fall to his knees. He crawled to the lifeless forms clutching at them.

 

Everything disappeared and he was sitting in a puddle of blood. Takuya looked up to see Asuka and Kyosuke standing in front of him with sadden, dead eyes. “We should never have loved you. You killed us both.” Asuka took Kyosuke's hand turning and walking away form him.

 

He called after them but they vanished into the blackness that surrounded him and he was truly alone once again.

 

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Takuya was thrown into consciousness by the cascade of freezing cold water.

 

His surrounding swam into focus as he slowly realized the state he was in. Takuya hung from the cool concrete wall, held up only by the chains wrapped around him. He knew the pain he was in as a full body ache and he wasn't sure where the most damage was through the haze of what might have been a concussion.

 

By the time Takuya got his eyes to focus he was shivering. The cold water was dripping from what he now realized was a very naked body.

 

The words “Oh shit” came to mind as he stared into the faces of his abductors. It was then that the images from his living room came back to replay themselves in his mind and he couldn't help the sob that escaped him at the loss of his family.

 

Takuya bowed his head and let the tears run down his face, grieving for the life he could no longer have and the lives that would never know another sunset or a tenth birthday. He knew it was his fault and he shouldn't have stayed as long as he did. These people have punished the innocent for crimes he couldn't ever remember committing.

His anger at this injustice brought him back and he faced his captors with a glare that would mean death if only he was loose.