Second Chances 8/12 Part C

[write_my_dreams]

Title: Second Chances: Captive 

Author: write_my_dreams 

Pairings: Hakuei x MiA,  Jin x MiA, Jin x San 

Genre: AU, supernatural, vampires. 1980s setting. 

Warning: Rape, mind control, slavery

Disclaimer: The band members portrayed do not belong to me but the writing/story and the original characters are mine.

Rating: PG-13

Chapters: 8.3/12

Summary: The desire for blood and sex brings Hakuei to Kabuki-cho one night. A chance encounter at a nightclub brings MiA into his life, giving him a second chance at love and happiness after the death of his beloved wife.

Author's Comment: Finally! I had about half a draft completed for a while, but wound up having to do plenty of rewriting to flesh out the chapter more. Now it's done and in Chapter 9 Hakuei is coming back into the story. I will try to get that out as quickly as I can but I'm doing three different writing challenges for DC so my Nightwing muse is exceptionally active while MiA is... not. 

 

San woke with the sunset to an empty futon. At first, he was relieved not to wake up to his captor. Jin usually desired him after waking and feeding. He would be spared tonight, but where had that monster gone to? San sat up on the futon and opened his senses. He and MiA were the only ones in the warehouse. Deciding he didn’t want to know where Jin was or why he’d gone during the day San rolled off the futon. He froze as he noticed the mask and clothing laid out for him on a chair. A note lay atop the small pile.

Wear this tonight. Expect punishment if you disobey me.

San reluctantly examined the clothes. Nausea twisted his stomach as he realized Jin had bought him a slutty little soldier “uniform” that wouldn’t look out of place in a porn video or a strip club. San’s hands shook as he dressed in the tiny beige shorts and equally miniscule top. Over it went a cropped jacket with a red collar, gold buttons, and badges. Last was the crimson mask that covered the upper portion of his face. Since Jin hadn’t ordered him not to wear his coat, San quickly pulled it on and buttoned it. Memories of the war threatened to consume him. He forced them down for MiA’s sake. MiA needed him for this final night. If Hakuei didn’t come for MiA before dawn, he lost Jin’s twisted game and forfeited MiA to him. Jin would no longer need to keep him alive and mostly unharmed. He’d be free to do whatever he wanted with MiA. To do more than rape him and break his bones. He could kill him or… San refused to let himself finish that thought. 

 

“It won’t happen,” he told himself. He had to believe that. For MiA’s sake. San had long ago lost all hope for himself, but he had to be positive for MiA. San had always been a nobody. MiA had a man who genuinely loved him as well as close friends that would stop at nothing to find him and bring him back to safety. 

 

San took a bento box and a bottle of water out of the mini fridge. Jin had been allowing him to go out nightly to bring back food and drinks rather than have him stock up for the week. San knew it was because Jin found his struggle to rescue MiA entertaining. Jin took cruel delight in his and MiA’s weaknesses.

 

MiA. San couldn’t help his wince as he approached the cell. Pain, fear, and anxiety filled MiA’s thoughts. The anxiety only grew worse when he reached the door. “It’s me,” San called as he opened it. Anxiety faded while the pain and fear remained. He hadn’t been allowed to see MiA after giving him dinner last night and had closed off his thoughts in an attempt to protect himself from Jin’s cruelty and MiA’s despair. San sucked in a breath when he saw the young human. Jin had broken his arm while filming for Hakuei and had only done more since then. He’d dislocated every finger on MiA’s hand and broken his left thumb simply to hear him scream. His right shoulder was also dislocated, the wrong angle of it making San uncomfortable. His own shoulder twinged in sympathetic pain as he recalled his own long ago injury.

 

“Last night?” San whispered.

 

MiA slowly nodded.

 

San’s eyes closed in pain. “I’m sorry.” He set the bento and bottle down and took out the key to unlock MiA’s chains. As gently as possible he rubbed MiA’s wrists and ankles to ease the flow of blood into his limbs. 

 

“San.” MiA looked at him. “Hakuei…?” He started to ask the question then trailed off, averting his eyes in an attempt to hide his despair. Where is he? He needs me. He can’t lose me to that sick monster. Can’t let this happen.

 

Seeing MiA reduced to such a hopeless state felt like a knife in San’s heart. MiA was so much stronger than he had ever been. He couldn’t allow this bright, young human to turn into a broken and helpless creature like himself. San laid a gentle hand on MiA’s unbroken arm. Six nights with MiA and it still felt strange to touch someone of his own free will. “I don’t know,” he confessed. “I’m only allowed out to buy food. Hakuei is intelligent and deeply in love with you. He’ll leave no stone unturned in order to find you, but I don’t know how close he is or isn’t. And Jin is as clever as he is cruel. We’re well hidden in this warehouse. Jin has been careful to cover all of his tracks. It’s owned under a false name, the electrical and water bills are paid immediately with cash to the office so there’s no paper trail, and Jin has placed so many commands on me.” He weighed his next words carefully. MiA’s spirit was what kept him strong. Crushing it would do more damage than Jin ever could. Still, he needed to be prepared for the worst. “MiA. I… I don't know if there will be enough time for Hakuei to find you. You’ve been here six nights. Tonight is the last one he has.”  

 

MiA swallowed. “I know. I can’t stop thinking about that. Fuck, I’d rather die than become his plaything. I know he won’t kill me when my time is up.” 

 

Though he knew MiA was right, San didn't want to agree with him. Jin loved to toy with his victims. Normally he grew bored with them after a few hours. His “pets” rarely survived the night. For the sake of the game, Jin had had to exercise restraint with MiA. All too soon he’d be free to do whatever he wished to. He would torture or drain MiA until he was on the brink of death and then he would turn him. Enslave him as he’d done to San so many years ago. What would happen to him then? Would Jin kill him or cast him out with orders of silence now that he had a new toy? Keep both of his pets? What an awful thought. “I’ll do everything I can to help you.” San lifted the bento tray and set it in MiA’s lap. “Somehow I’ll find a way.” He uncapped the water and helped MiA drink. With the state of his fingers and arms it was impossible for MiA to hold chopsticks or bottles. He was completely dependent on San to feed him and help him bathe. Worse, Jin still forced San to bind him. Even with his broken arm. 

 

MiA smiled weakly. “Thank you, San.” 

 

San stiffened as he felt Jin approaching the warehouse. “He’s coming,” he warned. “Eat quickly. I don’t… I don’t know what he intends to do.” He tried to avoid contact with Jin’s mind as much as he could. 

 

MiA blanched. He didn’t speak, saving his energy for devouring the meal. He’d just finished when boots approached the closed door. It swung open to reveal their tormentor. Jin wore a black and red mask in the shape of a butterfly along with a leather jacket over a tank top and black jeans. “San,” Jin said lightly. “Get out. Leave me with our beautiful MiA.” He approached them and fisted his hand in MiA’s hair. “Go to the conbini and pick up some more food. Buy a bottle of their finest champagne as well. Wine if they have none. I’m in the mood to celebrate Hakuei’s failure.” Jin laughed when MiA flinched.

 

Cringing, San had no choice but to obey. He backed away from the two. “I’m so sorry, MiA. Please hold on for as long as you can.” 

 

“Close the door,” Jin ordered. “And put on a surgical mask before you go out.” He looked over his shoulder at San. “Do not forget any of my commands. Speak only when you’re spoken to, say nothing of MiA even if you encounter another vampire. Do not remove your mask or allow another to do so. Return to this room when you’re finished.” A vile smile twisted his lips. “Join us if you return to me buried inside sweet little MiA.”

 

“You’re sick,” MiA spat even as his heart raced in fear.

 

Jin laughed as he looked at his captive again. “Such a temper.” He kissed MiA roughly then squeezed his broken arm, making him cry out in pain. The sound only made Jin laugh again. 

 

Shuddering, San closed the door behind him. He whispered a silent prayer for MiA as he returned to his room. The elaborate mask was replaced with a plain surgical mask. He tucked his wallet into his coat pocket and put on his boots. He flinched when MiA shouted again, felt his mind flaring with panic and hate. San blinked back tears as he left the warehouse. Useless. He was so useless. He ran to the furthest convenience store he dared to go to. During MiA’s captivity San continued to hit up different conbinis every night in the hopes that another vampire would notice him. A vampire on Hakuei’s side. One who could and would do something to help MiA. So far, he had yet to encounter another. Tokyo was supposed to be crawling with vampires so where were they? Why, in his time of dire need, couldn’t he find one? 

 

San noticed his hands were shaking when he picked up a shopping basket. He studied the shelves of the Family Mart. Clothing, snacks, alcohol, cleaning products, foods, drinks. He toyed with the idea of mixing laundry soap into MiA’s food as he placed a bento box into the basket. How can I kill him? Can I give him something he’s allergic to? Is he allergic to anything? What if I crush pills and add them to his tea? San chewed his lip. Frantically, he ran through potential options for ending MiA’s life. He hit a wall each time. It was impossible for him to overcome Jin’s numerous orders. 

 

“You will not kill MiA. You will not tell anyone of his location. You will not attempt to help him escape from this building. You will not give him any medicine, painkillers, poisons, chemicals, drugs, or alcohol. Do not leave MiA any items that he could use to kill or injure himself. Do not drink his blood. If you are questioned about MiA, you will not reveal my name or my identity.”

 

Caught up in his thoughts, San flinched when he bumped into someone. “Excuse me,” he apologized to the tired-looking brunette holding a basket filled with canned coffee. San’s eyes widened when he caught the other’s scent. Another vampire. Finally!

 

“MiA,” the vampire breathed. “Where is he? Who are you? How do you know MiA? Is he still alive?” 

 

San’s eyes welled up with helpless tears. So many questions that he couldn’t answer. “I can’t say. Orders… I c-can’t disobey his orders.”

 

The brunette frowned. “Let’s check out then talk outside. My name is Ryoga.”

 

“San.” He placed a bottle of water to the basket, instinctively flinching when Ryoga touched his arm.

 

“Sorry.” Ryoga pulled his hand back. He frowned as he studied what little of San’s face was exposed. “Does he order you to wear this mask as well?”

 

“Yes,” San whispered. They lapsed back into silence again to finish their shopping. This Family Mart didn’t sell champagne, but they did have red wine. San picked out the most expensive bottle while Ryoga shadowed him. They didn’t speak until after they’d checked out and moved to the seclusion of the roof. San could feel a nasty headache settling in around his temples. He’d been out and fighting against Jin’s commands for too long. The longer he resisted, the worse the pain would become. 

 

“Is MiA still alive?” Ryoga demanded.

 

San nodded. He won’t be for long though. 

 

“Who has MiA?”

 

San bit his lip. "Say nothing about MiA" directly counteracted the order not to reveal Jin to anyone who questioned him about MiA. He didn’t know if he would be able to answer Ryoga’s question at all. “I can’t say. His hold… it’s too strong. Hakuei needs to come tonight. Save. Hell if he doesn’t. I-I’m trying to help,” San said. Incapable of speaking directly about MiA, he had to communicate in fragments. “There’s so little I can do.” As always Jin was too powerful for him to defeat. 

 

Ryoga frowned. “So you can’t tell me where MiA is kept or who has him.”

 

“I wish I could.” More than anything San wished to see MiA saved. 

 

“You can’t tell me.” Ryoga grinned and seized San by the shoulders, startling him with the action and earning an automatic tense again. “What about showing me? Think of the location in pictures not in words! You aren’t defying your maker’s orders then because you aren’t telling me where MiA is or saying anything about him. You’re showingme.”

 

San’s eyes widened. Was a simple technicality truly the way to save MiA’s life? “I… I don’t know.” Feeling hope for the first time in so many years, San laid a tentative hand over the one on his left shoulder. He expected stabbing pain as he concentrated on an image of MiA’s cell. His headache didn’t worsen, even when San thought of the outside of the warehouse. The street signs down the corner. The route he’d taken to reach Family Mart. Only when he tried to concentrate on Jin did he hiss and clutch his head in agony.

 

“San? San!”

 

San’s eyes screwed shut from the pain. “Have to go. Stayed too long. Go to Hakuei,” he urged Ryoga. “MiA’s life… measured in hours.” 

 

Ryoga squeezed his arm. “I will. Thank you, San. Take care of yourself and of MiA.”

 

San managed a jerky nod. “Thank you. Thought I couldn’t do anything.” He staggered back as the ache sharpened. He grabbed his bag and leapt over to the next roof. The pain abated slightly. Enough for him to look back over his shoulder and see Ryoga raise a hand in farewell. San returned the gesture before turning away. What began as a dull headache had become a migraine on the rooftop. It faded to a tolerable level of pain once he was halfway to the warehouse. Where was Ryoga now? Had he reached Hakuei yet? San would have to rely on all of his acting skills to convince Jin that he was still despairing over being unable to save MiA. If Jin invaded his mind or even sensed something was amiss, then MiA was doomed. 

 

San entered the warehouse through the same window he’d left. The scent of sex and tears made him shudder. For MiA’s sake he hoped Jin hadn’t broken or dislocated any more of his bones. And that Jin had already finished with him. San hesitated in the hall for as long as he dared before going towards MiA’s prison. The door was still closed. He bit his lip and knocked. San hunched his shoulders to appear defeated when Jin opened the door. He was shirtless, jeans barely staying on his hips.  San looked past him to see MiA once more bound in his chair. Pain made his breathing ragged and tremors rocked his slim frame. What had Jin done to him?

 

“You’re late.” Jin grabbed his chin and forced San to look him in the eye. “I felt you fighting against my commands. So unusual for my broken little pet. What caused this sudden rise in spirit? Still think you can save MiA?” He taunted.

 

San swallowed. “One of Hakuei’s associates approached me in Family Mart. He asked if I knew anything about MiA.” 

 

“Did he?” Jin’s tone was casual.

 

“You know the orders you’ve placed upon me,” San whispered, averting his eyes. “I couldn’t… tell him anything.” He cringed when Jin released his chin to card his fingers through his hair. He thought of his helplessness, how he’d longed to tell Ryoga all about Jin and the warehouse. How the pain had spiraled into a migraine as he fought to defy Jin. San heard MiA sniff and knew he’d begun to cry again. 

 

Jin tugged San close by the ring on his collar. “Good pet. Clean him up then come to bed. You have thirty minutes. If you please me, I’ll allow you to see him again in a few hours.” San shuddered at the vile smirk and managed a jerky nod. He would for MiA’s sake. Jin took the bags from him to inspect their contents. “No champagne?”

 

“There was none.”

 

Jin pulled the cork out with his fangs and raised the bottle to his lips. “Tomorrow then.” He turned San so that his back was to MiA and pulled down the mask. “Drink.” He watched as San obediently swallowed a few mouthfuls of wine. Jin dragged him against him for a rough, dirty kiss. Fangs sinking into San’s lip and drawing blood before he drew back and replaced the mask. “Thirty minutes,” he reminded. “Don’t linger.” 

 

San waited until the door was closed again before rushing to MiA’s side. He unlocked the cuffs and helped him to his feet. 

 

“San,” MiA whispered. “Did you…?” He trailed off, not wanting to give voice to his faint hope. San had told Jin that there was nothing he could do. “Who was this associate of Hakuei’s?”

 

“A man named Ryoga. Are you familiar with him?”

 

MiA shook his head. “No. I’ve never met him or heard that name before.” He cradled his broken arm to his chest and took a ragged breath. 

 

“You have to hold on, MiA. Don’t give up after you’ve come so far.” San smiled sadly at him. “I couldn’t tell Ryoga about you or Jin. That doesn’t mean all is lost.”

 

MiA frowned. “What do you mean?” How could he believe a rescue was coming when San couldn’t say anything to him. “San?”

 

San met his gaze. “I didn’t say anything to him,” he said in MiA’s mind. “I showed Ryoga. Think of it as vampire photography. Ryoga is probably with Hakuei now. They’ll come for you tonight and set you free. You won’t be a slave like me.” 

 

MiA sucked in a breath. “You’re right. I can’t give up. There’s still time for him to find me.” He leaned on San for support as he walked him to the bathroom. In case Jin decided to eavesdrop on his thoughts, he made sure to think only of his desperation to see MiA saved. How he tried to come up with a solution or a loophole to Jin’s commands. MiA too was quiet as San helped him wash the taint of Jin’s touch from his skin. Bites, bruises, and nail marks mottled his pale skin and his hips were nearly black from bruising. San took a shaky breath and closed his eyes. The markings lasted longer on MiA’s human skin than they did with San. If Hakuei didn’t come though…

 

“Hakuei will kill Jin for what he’s done to me,” MiA hissed. Jin had hurt him dearly, but he hadn’t broken him. Not yet. Hopefully not ever. “I want Jin to suffer for everything he’s done to you, to me, to all of his other victims.” 

 

“You and me both,” San whispered. 

Notes
1) Chapter 9 will also be in 2-3 parts. 
2) More vampires ahead in the next part!

Comments

[thehamhamheaven]

*chewing my fingernails to stubs* I know everything will be okay, and yet... *continues chewing*

[write_my_dreams]

You know everything will be okay with MiA ;) But what about San? *evil writer laugh*

I'm glad to keep you in suspense!

[thehamhamheaven]

You wouldn't hurt San... would you?! T_T

[write_my_dreams]

I've already hurt that poor vampire so badly. He definitely needs to be rescued!

[thehamhamheaven]

Yes, PLEASE rescue San kitten! OTL

[puss_nd_boots]

YIKES. Poor San - I hope he's not destroyed as a result of helping MiA, the poor boy has been through so much already! And it really says a lot about how good this is that we know how MiA turns out from your earlier fics that this series is a prequel to, but the story still keeps readers in nail-biting suspense! (I do hope that Jin gets what's coming to him!)

[write_my_dreams]

San's quite worried about that too. MiA will come out of this with some injuries and trauma, but not enough that it makes him incapable of living a happy vampire life with Hakuei. (Oh he will. He absolutely deserves it!) Thank you :) I'm happy that the suspense is present even though the reader already knows that MiA is okay in Tsunehito's time.