In a bed in the middle of the room, lies a man in his twenties, bruises all over his body, curled up in white linen sheets. The room was extravagant, as of those in hotels, or what you see in a dollhouse. Pretty red, gold, black, and white velvet clothed across the furniture, to the walls and sheets. A hanging chandelier covered with crystals lit up the room, and yet Shinichiro was still blinded by darkness. 

He never saw the sun again, nor did he ever feel the natural warmth it brought. The room he was held captive in never met up to his expectations, and it never even bother to give him any comfort, or privacy. He knows he’s been watched, every move he does is being monitored. He doesn’t know where the cameras are. And if he ever finds one, the three of them would be on high alert. 

He didn’t think his friends would ever act like this, let alone “kidnap” him and store him in this room. Like a bird with a bruised and broken wing in a cage.

It was suffocating, with almost no air to breathe. No windows were present, and the only escape he can have is by the door. Yet the door was locked from the outside.

(He tried to, but he was only met with punishments.)

Been drugged, beaten up, harassed and abused, he's had enough. 

He wants to see Emma, Mikey, and Izana again. Even just one day would be enough. 

What do they feel about having their eldest brother missing?

How is he still not dead? If there was a weapon here, he would’ve killed himself. But, knowing these three, they would have taken extra precautions “not” to have anything that can harm Shinichiro.

Wakasa made sure he was safe, Benkei made sure that he wasn’t gonna escape, and Takeomi made sure he isn’t found.

Shinichiro still thinks that they’re doing this for him and for his protection. 

(Probably fed with the lies they have given him.)

“They are kind people,” Shinichiro repeats as he rocked himself under the white sheets. “They’re doing this for my own good and they’re worried about me.”

He admits Wakasa is…out of his mind sometimes, he knows he won’t have another bad reason why he’s being held captive.

Takeomi is his childhood friend, of course, he’s gonna get worried about him.

And Benkei, Shinichiro is aware he has a kind heart and he’ll do anything to protect him.

Right?

(No, absolutely not.)

And there they are, they’re home. 

Shinichiro flinches at the sound of a key, the padlock being flickered open from outside. His whole body shivers, but he still sits up to greet whoever comes into his room. And there he spots a male with bi-coloured locks, tied up in a high ponytail, each strand of one colour cascading the side of his face.

Wakasa’s home. And he’s got something in his hands.

That’s nothing, Shinichiro says in his mind. Maybe Wakasa just wanted to play.

(Shinichiro forgot the difference between “play” and “abuse”.)

Shinichiro started to depend on the three. Everything from his everyday meals to even his decisions. 

”ただいま。”

Shinichiro weakly smiles at the younger one, “おかえりなさい、ワカ。” (tried the new thing on gdocs)

My jaw hurts. Have I been smiling too much?

Wakasa only answered with a smile, striding his way towards where Shinichiro is, holding a black blindfold and pink handcuffs. In his pocket, you can see a white bottle, like the ones used to store the medicine. He then sat down near Shinichiro and leaned in to kiss him. 

How can he not accept that small gesture of love?

“Hi, Shin-chan,” He said, almost in a whisper. “I have something for you. Be good and do as I say, alright?”

Shinichiro only nodded, allowing the lilac-eyed to cover his eyes with a thick cloth and cuff his wrists with cold metal. He then felt pain when his mouth was forcefully opened wide as if his jaw was being ripped. He then felt two pills land on his tongue.

“Swallow.”

And so he did, and he felt as if his throat was being scarred with a knife. 

He started to feel dizzy, his mind blurred like smoke fogging up inside. His body began to feel weak, as he drops to the bed, unconscious.

(he’s been drugged once again.)

…

(TW: i make shinichiro suffer, abuse)

Strange. Takeomi and Benkei haven’t been home. Shinichiro knows that they should be home by six, but it’s already nine in the evening and they’re nowhere to be seen. Wakasa also left, saying that he’ll pick up the two from work.

Shinichiro braced himself as he stepped out of the room, slowly walking to avoid any noise.

Wakasa forgot to lock the door when he left, and that wasn’t anything normal. But, Shinichiro took this chance.

To finally escape. He wouldn’t call this hell though, the three were treating him so well that he doesn’t want to leave. 

The only reason why he wants to escape is because of his siblings. Meeting or talking to them over the phone isn’t even allowed.

There’s this chill that isn’t leaving Shinichiro’s body, and the anxiety that maybe he’ll get caught.

(He got caught and what happened after wasn’t pleasant. Yet, he still turned a blind eye at that.)

Wearing a black oversized hoodie with loose jeans and a mask, he slowly walked through the halls, hoping not to make any sound. His white sneakers stomped by the wooden floors, Shinichiro’s shoulders perked up and hands buried deep in his pockets. The hood was on his head, his bangs then covering half of his eyes.

Mikey, Emma, and Izana, He said in his mind. Please wait for me.

He then finally reached the entrance of the house, strange how they aren’t locked too. He then went forward, taking a deep breath before pushing the heavy doors open. 

The cold wind of an autumn night brushed Shinichiro’s face, gently touching the scar and bruise on his face. This is the first time again that Shinichiro ever saw the night sky, or even come outside. It reminded him of late-night strolls with the advice given to Mikey, or the late-night celebrations after the winning of BD. Such bittersweet memories he missed. 

Yet, something’s not right. His stomach is churning and his guts are telling him to come back inside. This is his only chance, though. And he’ll take this opportunity to see his siblings once again.

(And at least, reunite Izana and Mikey.)

He stepped down the stairs and stopped, looking at the sky. The moon was full, and that’s what Shinichiro is worried about.

Every time he sees a full moon, something bad is bound to happen.

(His life-and-death situation at the shop happened under a full moon.)

He began walking his way towards the gates, seeing it was a little open. And that small opening allows him to go outside. When he reached those gates, he stared at them for some time. Large and tall, carved thorned roses and dragons were painted in white. 

This is it. 

But as Shinichiro was about to leave the gate, a loaded gun was heard behind him.

He didn’t want to turn around, and his mind was shouting at him to run. But he only stopped when he heard a low familiar voice speak behind him.

He can also feel the presence of two more people.

“Shinichiro. Turn around or I’m gonna shoot you.”

He then turned around, seeing Benkei pointing a gun at him, with Takeomi and Wakasa beside him. Takeomi had a handkerchief in his hand (and Shinichiro thinks there is a substance there that’ll make him fall asleep) and Wakasa with a whip (what is he even gonna do with that?) 

Shinichiro gulped with a scared smile curled up at the sides of his lips, “I-it’s not w-what yo-you think i-it is…”

“Yes, we do,” Takeomi stepped closer. “You know you were escaping.”

Shinichiro wanted to speak, but his words are stuck hanging in his open mouth, his throat as if being squeezed tight. 

Within a minute, Takeomi was behind him, as he wrapped his arm around Shinichiro’s neck and forcefully pushed the blue handkerchief on the ravenette’s face. Benkei put the gun down while Wakasa took thick chains out of his coat jacket.

Shinichiro wasn’t still used to the haze this drug gave, and his body started to lose strength. His eyes then fluttered close, his body getting heavy because of the lack of support. 

Wakasa approached the two and tied Shinichiro’s wrists with the cold chains. Benkei then carried him under his armpits and knees and brought him inside, with the rest trailing from behind.

And what they didn’t notice is that Seishu saw everything. In shock, he immediately called Mikey to inform him about the situation.

“Hello?”

“H-he’s-”

“Inui? What’s going on?”

“He’s alive. A-and, Omi, Waka, and Benkei kidnapped him.”

Mikey’s eyes widen in shock, almost dropping the phone, “...what?”

The end.