#Kouji gets kidnapped the series x3

[windfighter]

In and out in a jiffy

Prompt: ”It’s broken” / whumptober 2023

In which Kouji and Kouichi gets kidnapped and Kouji gets hurt. Again.

tw: kidnapping, blood, broken bones, drugging, police

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Kouichi blinked awake. Stared at the ceiling. His body felt heavy.

”Hey.”

Kouji’s voice. Kouichi turned his head and the world spun.

”You’re a little drugged”, Kouji continued. ”It’ll wear off soon.”

”Wha-?”

”You’re drugged”, Kouji repeated. ”I was a little worried there for a while.”

Kouichi tried to sit up. His limbs wouldn’t cooperate and he didn’t move.

”Where… what?”

…

”Drugged?”

The fog in his brain was slowly evaporating. Kouji was sitting leaned against the wall, face pale. He grimaced.

”Drugged”, he confirmed. ”Not sure which type, but it was kinda weak.”

Kouichi didn’t… quite agree with that. He lifted his head from the floor. The world didn’t spin. He sat up.

”Where are we?”

Kouji shrugged.

”Outskirts of Tokyo, not sure exactly where. Don’t worry though.”

Kouji closed his eyes. There was blood along the right side of his face and the way he supported his left arm with his right… Kouichi moved a little closer and Kouji opened his eyes again. Looked at Kouichi. Kouichi met Kouji’s gaze, then looked at the arm again.

”...it’s broken”, Kouji said.

Held it a little closer to his chest. Kouichi moved closer, stopped infront of Kouji.

”Can I do something?”

”I’ll be fine.”

That was neither a yes nor a no. Kouichi bit his lip, frowned.

”What happened?”

Kouji’s eyes got sad. He looked away.

”We’ll get out of here soon”, he said.

Didn’t answer the question. Kouichi wanted to push, but instead he sat down next to Kouji, leaned against the wall. Kouji slid down, rested his head on Kouichi’s shoulder. Explosions echoed somewhere in the building.

”Gunshots”, Kouji said.

He shivered. Kouichi put a hand on Kouji’s thigh, tried to rub some warmth into him, didn’t know what else he could do. The door opened. Kouichi stared into the eyes of a police officer. Nothing made sense. Kouji moved next to him.

”Osamu”, Kouji said.

”I am gonna talk with your dad about your disrespect”, Osamu answered, but he was smiling.

”Get in line”, Kouji said with a laugh.

Kouichi… felt lost. What was going on?

”We need a medvac”, Osamu said into a walkie talkie. ”How are you two doing?”

”I’m okay”, Kouji said.

Kouichi wanted to protest but his brain was still reeling from what was going on. Gunshots, drugs, police. He pulled a hand across his face.

”Kouichi got drugged, I think he’s still feeling it.”

”I’m fine, I’m just…”

Kouichi didn’t know what he was. Kouji spared him from having to figure it out.

”Is dad here?”

”He’s outside.”

Osamu held the walkie talkie towards Kouji, who nudged Kouichi. Kouichi’s hand trembled as he grabbed it.

”Dad?” Kouji asked.

Static noises. People moved on the other side.

”An ambulance is on the way”, Kousei’s voice said through the device.

”Yeah yeah”, Kouji obviously didn’t care too much. ”We are gonna have a talk about the GPS in my clothes later.”

What? Kouichi blinked.

”What?!” he said out loud.

”Volume control”, Kouji winced.

”What do you mean GPS in your clothes?!”

Kouichi couldn’t believe his words. It sounded like something straight out of a dystopian novel. Osamu laughed.

”That’s how we found you”, he said.

Kouji nodded.

”I guessed, so I’m not angry”, he explained into the walkie talkie, ”but we are going to talk.”

This was the weirdest day ever. And the worst. No wait, dying probably ranked higher on that scale, Kouichi thought. It was definitely weird though.

”Can someone please tell me what’s going on?”

Kouji and Osamu both looked at Kouichi. Kouji looked away, sat up straight. Osamu kneeled infront of them, put a hand on Kouichi’s shoulder.

”Welcome to one of Boryokudan’s prisons”, Osamu said.

Kouichi blinked. Boryo…

”The fucking Yakuza!?”

Osamu nodded. Kouji’s face turned paler and Kouichi turned to him again. Noticed a dark spot on Kouji’s sleeve. Thoughts about Yakuza quickly slipped his mind. That was blood.

”It’s an open fracture. You’re a fucking idiot. Why am I surrounded by idiots?”

He didn’t know who he was actually angry at. Probably the world. More people appeared in the door, EMT carrying bags and stretchers. Kouichi wanted to ask more, yell more, get more answers. Osamu took the walkie talkie again and Kouichi was put on one of the stretchers as the EMTs checked him over. They turned him away from Kouji and Kouichi stared at the wall. He’d demand answers when this was over.

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Kouji was asleep in the bed. Kouichi watched him, sat crosslegged on his own bed. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Breathing was hard. Yakuza… why had the yakuza taken them? No one had explained it yet, everyone had been too busy. Too busy making sure the drugs were out of Kouichi, too busy getting Kouji to surgery, too busy talking to the police. Kouichi clasped his hands together, took a shaky breath. Too busy to talk to him.

Well, yakuza kidnapping people was probably a big deal, but still. Kouichi would have liked it if someone had sat down and told him about the hows and the whys and the what’ll happen next.

The door opened. Kousei stepped inside, looked at Kouji. At Kouichi.

”Hey”, he whispered.

Kouji’s eyes opened instantly. Kouichi moved to the edge of the bed.

”Hey”, Kouji said.

Kousei laughed.

”Didn’t mean to wake you. How are you two doing?”

”I always sleep lightly afterwards”, Kouji yawned.

He didn’t move to sit up. Kouichi hung his legs over the edge of the bed.

”I hate it here”, he said. ”No one is telling me anything.”

Kousei sighed, grabbed a chair and sat down between the two beds. Kouji yawned and closed his eyes again.

”What do you want to know?” Kousei asked.

”I…” Kouichi looked at his knees. ”Why, I guess. Why did this happen?”

”We’re not… entierly sure”, Kousei said. ”We got to you quick enough that they didn’t have time to come with any demands.”

”Dad’s a lawyer”, Kouji mumbled.

He sounded half-asleep. Kouichi glanced at him before looking at Kousei.

”What does that have with anything to do?”

”I… deal with them a lot”, Kousei said. ”They don’t like it.”

”And here comes the big reveal I didn’t want you to know”, Kouji muttered.

Kouichi blinked. What? That didn’t make any sense. What reveal?

Kouichi’s brain screeched into overdrive. Kouji’s nonchalance at the situation, talking to the police officer like they knew each other, the GPS, ’I always sleep lightly afterwards’. This…

”This has happened before”, Kouichi said.

His stomach churned. He swallowed, trice. Oh gods he was five seconds from throwing up. Why did they let this happen? He reached for the trashcan and Kousei gave it to him. Just as Kouichi’s stomach turned inside out.

”How….” he started when he was done. His voice shook. ”How many times? Why hasn’t anyone stopped it?”

”I’ve lost count”, Kouji said.

Kouichi didn’t like that at all. Kousei looked away.

”Fifteen.”

”The first three doesn’t count”, Kouji protested. ”I was like… two.”

Kouichi slid off the bed. Put the trashcan on the table and walked over to Kouji’s bed.

”I… I’m sorry”, he whispered.

He leaned down, wrapped his arms around Kouji.

”I should have been there to protect you.”

”I was two”, Kouji said with a laugh.

But it sounded tense, his voice a higher pitch than normal.

”You couldn’t have protected me even if you wanted to.”

He patted Kouichi’s back.

”I’m fine, ’niisan. I’ll bounce back, don’t worry. Just need my arm to heal.”

Kouichi pulled away again. Kousei grabbed him, pulled him onto his lap. Kouichi took another shaky breath.

”What happened today?”

”Do we really need to talk about it today?”

Kouji sounded both tired and frustrated and sad and angry and… mostly sad. Kouichi felt his eyes tear up and took a deep breath, shook his head.

”We can talk later.”

He wasn’t sure later would ever come.