Title: Possession

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Life has settled down around the Academy, but things aren’t as peaceful as they seem. Nanami receives a threatening letter from Aizawa, and then disappears. Will Shinichiro be able to find Nanami before it is too late?

Warnings: yaoi, non-con, torture, dark fic

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that doesn’t belong to me. The lyrics, and title, go with a Sarah McLachlan song.

And I will be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
And after I
Wipe away your tears
Just close your eyes, dear

Possession (And I Will Be the One)

Nanami hummed quietly, organizing his medicine cabinet. New supplies had just arrived, and Nanami had to make room for it all. He pulled out the gauze and replaced it with ibuprofen and cough drops. He put the gauze back, pushed it to the end of the cabinet, and dropped the bandages into a drawer.

His door slid open. Nanami looked up, his bangs falling across his bright, blue eyes. Nanami pushed them away with graceful annoyance.

“Nanami-chan, we have a letter for you!” Sora called out, bounding into the room. Sunao followed him silently, glaring at Sora with bemused affection. Nanami smiled at Sunao. Sunao blinked and looked away. Nanami sighed; Sunao still hadn’t forgiven himself. Nanami knew that Sora hadn’t forgiven himself either, but the blue-haired teenager was less broody about it.

“A letter?” Nanami asked, tearing his eyes away from Sunao. Sora nodded enthusiastically. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, red and white envelope and handed it to Nanami.

Nanami took the hearted envelope slowly, his expression puzzled. He stared at it, and then looked back up at Sora.

“Who sent this?” He asked. It couldn’t possibly be Shinichiro. It wasn’t a romantic holiday, so why was he getting a letter in an envelope covered with hearts?

“Don’t know.” Sora shrugged, but Nanami could tell by his grin that he thought it was Shinichiro. Nanami gave him a coy smile. It was better if Sora thought that.

“Thank you, Sora-kun. Sunao-kun.”

Sunao stiffened against the door frame as Nanami said his name. “Let’s go, Sora.” He said tightly as he turned. He walked out very quickly, not looking back at either of them.

Sora gave Nanami an apologetic half-smile and the nurse smiled back, waving. Once the kids were gone, Nanami observed the envelope more closely. There was little writing on it, just his name printed in capital letters. There was nothing that gave an indication as to what it may contain.

Slowly, Nanami opened it and pulled out the red stationary. The handwriting was messy and small. Nanami froze. He recognized that lettering.

Beautiful Nanami,

Nanami felt a chill run through him, his hands clutching at the paper. His heart had started to pound inside of his chest and he felt light-headed. Gasping for air, Nanami forced himself to continue reading.

It has been too long since we last saw one another. I miss seeing your gorgeous face. I remember how it looked, contorted with pain and pleasure as I fucked you.

Nanami dropped the letter onto his desk, turning away from it. He could almost feel the foul man’s breath on his neck. It was as though the letter were a living thing, conjuring up horrid images of his past.

“No…” Nanami whispered, covering his ears with his hands. He felt remembered touches, harsh, across his body. Nanami grabbed the letter again, trying to shake away the phantom of his abusive ex-lover.

Do you still think of me? Do you envision me as Minato fucks your pretty hole?

Nanami almost belched, but he forced himself to keep reading. As horrible as the letter was, it was important. He was still alive. He had done awful things in the past. What did he want now? Nanami had to know.

I’m going to come to you, and when I do so, you will come with me. I’ll destroy them if you don’t. I’m going to take you, and you can’t change it.
Until we meet again,
Aizawa

Nanami took a deep, shaky breath and let go of the letter. Aizawa was still alive, but how could that be? Nanami trembled, blinking tears away. What did the threat mean? Would he try to take the children again? Nanami doubted that would happen. Aizawa’s personality management over Sora was broken. Sunao would fight tooth and nail if Aizawa tried anything. Yoru would probably resurface, and he wouldn’t be happy.

Would he go for Shinichiro, then? Nanami didn’t know. It was possible, but Shinichiro was a force to be reckoned with and wouldn’t be easily brought down. Aizawa using Sora to get to Shinichiro had been a cheap shot.

Nanami wasn’t sure what to think, or what Aizawa was planning. Was it all just hot air? Defeated, Nanami cradled his head in his hands. He was shaking again. Could he chance that it was just an empty threat? What if he ignored it, and Sora and Sunao went missing? Or, if he went for Matsuri, the child that he hadn’t been able to capture the first time?

Nanami let a tear slide out. Why was this happening again? Why did he deserve to suffer so? Was it because he put the children in danger initially? Should he just give himself up? Would Aizawa disappear if Nanami just went with him?

Nanami sniffled, clutching at his head. No, Aizawa wouldn’t. Nanami didn’t know what to do. Slowly, he began rocking back and forth on his stool.

“No…” Nanami mumbled. He felt his fingernails digging into the sides of his face, but he didn’t, couldn’t care. He felt warm blood trickling down his temples and he whimpered, his eyes wide and unseeing.

“Nanami-sensei?”

Distantly, Nanami heard Shinichiro’s voice. It hardly registered. He was trapped inside of his own mind, and in his own guilt. It had been his fault that all of this had happened to begin with. If he hadn’t angered Aizawa, the children never would have been taken. Sunao would have never been left behind. Everything would have been fine, except…

Nanami heard Shinichiro calling to him and he felt him struggling to wrench Nanami’s bloody hands away from his head. Nanami heard other voice, the children, but his eyes were hazy and he couldn’t see them.

…except, he would have been miserable. He would have stayed Aizawa and the unethical experiments. He never would have been able to be with Shinichiro. He never would have been loved, or happy.

Finally, Shinichiro got Nanami’s hands away from his blood-streaked face. “Nanami…Nanami!” Shinichiro shouted, cupping Nanami’s cheeks. He forced Nanami’s face up, and looked into Nanami’s cloudy eyes.

“Nanami? Baby, talk to me.” Shinichiro begged, staring into Nanami’s bleary blue eyes.

“My fault…” Nanami rambled, “selfish. I … why is he…?” Nanami’s eyes cleared slightly and he saw Shinichiro, kneeled in front of him, his blue eyes narrow and concerned.

“Shinichiro.” Nanami murmured. And then he collapsed into sobs. Shinichiro caught Nanami as he slid off the stool. He hugged him tightly against his chest. Nanami curled his hands in Shinichiro’s jacket, loud cries shaking his body.

Matsuri reached out, plucking the letter off the desk. His eyes skimmed it. His stomach clenched. He didn’t know the horrors of the labs like the others did, but he knew that this couldn’t be good.

“Niisan,” Matsuri said, his voice hoarse. Shinichiro looked up, and Matsuri handed him Aizawa’s letter.

Shinichiro took it, blinking behind his glasses. Nanami gasped, reaching up. He grabbed Shinichiro’s wrist. “No.” He whispered, his voice trembling. He shook his head violently, splattering more blood onto Shinichiro’s shirt. Shinichiro looked down at Nanami with stern, glinting eyes. Nanami bit his lip and dropped Shinichiro’s wrist.

Shinichiro read the letter.

Nanami kept crying.