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The fanfic as requested by Lianne, the
winner of my Matt/Tai friendship fic contest. Hope you like it, Lianne, and
your dorm buddies! ^_^
Crimson Blood and Handguns
did you do that Math homework last night?"
"…what Math homework?"
sighed and rolled his eyes. "The Math homework that got set when you were
probably sleeping or something…?"
Tai grinned, turning his gaze to Matt imploringly.
owe me," Matt said simply, opening up his backpack and handing his Math
book to Tai.
always owe you," Tai stated, placing Matt's book in his bag, as the school
they were in the process of walking to neared in the distance.
if you started doing your work, you might pass our exams," Matt suggested.
"And you'd also stop owing me favors."
laughed. "That reminds me, I have a meeting with the Principal this
morning at half eight…My grades are slipping again, apparently, and he wants to
grades always slip, ever year, around soccer try-outs," Matt mused,
grinning slightly. He looked at his watch, and then Tai. "And it was half
eight two minutes ago, so maybe you'd better get going. I'll catch you and my
Math book up in registration period."
Tai agreed. "Catch ya later!"
that, he set off running to the school, whilst Matt just grinned and shook his
. . .
. . . . . . .
that the guy?"
think so. Tall, blonde and thin. Seems to be."
to be? We can't get the wrong guy, Kyoudan."
won't, Hitosarai. Look at the photograph. It's him."
was the kid's name again?"
. . .
. . . . . . .
stopped in his tracks, wincing at the high pitched shriek that had almost
half-deafened him. Turning round, he saw June Motimiya running towards him.
June," he said. "What is it, I'm going to be late for school…"
I haven't seen you in ages!" June shrieked again, running at him full pelt
and hugging him fiercely. Matt laughed slightly and tried to push her off of
last night when you followed me home, you mean," he said, succeeding in
pushing her away. She didn't look offended; simply smiled at him some more and
made his stomach turn.
seems like an eternity…" June said, smiling sickly-sweetly at him.
yeah, great," Matt said. "I have to go now, June. I have to meet Tai,
at school and-"
get the picture," June said, still smiling. "See you later,
that, she ran off, leaving Matt to sigh in relief and carry on his walk to
as he turned, he found he couldn't. Two men blocked his path, both in black
suits and smiling in such a way that it immediately un-nerved him.
I help you…?" He asked, frowning suspiciously.
one of the men, a tall dark eyed brunette, said. "Are you Yamato?"
Matt answered warily.
man bowed to him. "I'm Kyoudan. This is Hitosarai." He gestured to
the man standing beside him, an oriental man with black hair and hazel eyes.
"We're co-workers of your father. He asked to pick you up from school
tonight, because he's going to be working late."
Matt said, raising an eyebrow. "He never told me that."
asked us to tell you," Hitosarai filled in. "He only got given this
story this morning, as he arrived. We were passing this way, and we're here all
day, so we offered to pick you up as a favor."
normally walk home," Matt stated firmly.
he wanted you home early," Kyoudan said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"He wanted you to study for your exams, and not go to Tai's house."
relaxed a little, and smiled. "Sure. Okay, then. Say hi to Dad if you see
do," Kyoudan said, bowing slightly. "See you after school,
me Matt," the blonde said before smiling and walking around them towards
he was out of hearing range, Hitosarai turned to Kyoudan, smiling slightly.
genius," he whispered.
you," Kyoudan said. "I figured he knows someone named Tai, because he
said he was going to meet him. And, he trusted us after I said that."
was too skeptical," Hitosarai said, crossing his arms. "He won't come
with us. I think he just agreed so we'd let him go."
he'll come with us. Don't worry, 'Sarai. He'll come, even if we have to use
know we'll probably have to use force anyway, 'Youdan."
shrugged, grinning. "You know it's what I do best. After all-wait a
minute!" He pointed forward, smiling slightly. Hitosarai followed his
finger. "Maybe we can learn a few more things about this kid…let's get a
bit closer, behind the trees, so he can't see us…"
. . .
. . . . . . .
looked up from what he was writing, grinning slightly. He was sitting on the
wall outside the school, Matt's Math book laid out next to him and his own Math
book in his lap. He was furiously scribbling notes out in his usual
happened to your meeting?" Matt inquired, sitting down next to his friend.
shrugged. "I've heard his 'soccer is not as important as course work' rant
a thousand times already. I figured getting this homework done-"
I figured it was more important."
sighed and shrugged, sitting down on the wall beside his friend. They were
silent for a moment, until Tai looked up from his note writing, catching his
you talk to TK yet...?" He ventured slowly. Matt shook his head.
I tried calling him last night and he hung up on me."
smiled. "He'll come through. You know he will."
sighed heavily, staring at the floor. "I know," he said softly.
"But, TK and I...we never argue, Tai. And I don't want us to start
late for that," Tai said, grinning slightly.
" Matt didn't smile at the comment, and the brunette beside him sighed.
you should try and find him now," he suggested. Matt shook his head.
good would it do? He doesn't want to talk to me; he's made that clear..."
the heck did you guys argue about anyway?" Tai asked, closing his note
book and putting his pen down.
shrugged. "It was stupid, really. He just wanted to spend more time with
me, and I tried explaining that I can't right now. I've got exams to revise
for, coursework to do, band practice...and when I get home, I have homework and
more revision, and I have to cook and clean...I can't seem to find much free
time these days. Tonight's the only time I have free, and Dad wants me to study
at home tonight, not at yours."
you can hardly blame him, can you?" Tai said, grinning a little. "We
end up playing games more than we study."
but he sent some guys from his work place to come pick me up. He couldn't even
do it himself..."
know he's busy," Tai admonished. "Why don't you go see TK
can't, I told you; he's arranged with some of his work colleagues to pick me
un-arrange it with them, Matt!"
shook his head. "No, Tai. I'll find TK in my lunch break and sort things
looked panicked as he realized the Principal was walking towards him, looking
less than amused.
He muttered, throwing all the books, including Matt's, into his bag.
Matt protested, seeing the treatment his math book was getting. "Careful
shrugged what he considered an apology, before running to the Principal. Matt
grinned a little and followed him without the haste.
a familiar person heading in his direction, although not to him, he smiled
slightly and run forward, finding something to hurry for.
younger blonde, who had been staring at the floor when his older brother had
called to him, mentally cursed upon hearing his name. He stopped, rolling his
eyes, letting his older brother run up to him.
TK said flatly when Matt reached his side.
just let me explain..." Matt pleaded. "I know you think I'm avoiding
you or something, but I'm not, really!"
didn't say anything, but he was clearly not impressed.
I'm trying! It's just... I have to revise for my exams-"
can do that at my house. I can help you."
have to clean-"
have to cook for Dad-"
capable of micro-waving something."
last all evening, and it isn't every night!" TK said, throwing his arms in
frustration. "Matt, all I'm asking for is one night with you!"
don't have the time, TK... Not really..."
been with Tai a lot," TK pointed out.
because if I don't, he won't do any revision. He doesn't touch his textbooks
unless I'm there forcing him to."
guys could both come to mine!" TK said, almost frantic. "I could help
you both! You know, test you and stuff..."
smiled slightly. "That'd be okay."
TK asked hopefully. Matt sighed, shaking his head.
can't. Dad's arranged to have me picked up by a couple of his work colleagues.
He wants me home."
TK said sadly, sighing. "Well... I guess I'll see you around..."
be sad, TK..." Matt asked pleadingly. "I would if I could..."
I know. Don't worry about it."
was a silence between the two for a moment, which was punctuated by the sound
of the school bell ringing- signaling them to go to their registration rooms.
Matt sighed and walked away, without another word to his younger brother.
watched him leave, not attempting to stop him. Instead, he turned and walked
solemnly away in the opposite direction.
. . .
. . . . . . .
the end of the day arrived, Matt had landed himself a detention the following
day for failing to listen repeatedly in classes. His last teacher of the day,
his Physics teacher, had lost patience with his attention constantly wandered
and had given him two verbal warnings within the first ten minutes. When that
didn't work, she simply gave him an after-school detention.
to her annoyance, all that did was raise his interest for the minute she was
ranting at him velocity and how important it was and how he should listen. Then
he went back to gazing out the window.
don't get it," Tai was saying as they walked out the classroom.
"You've never got a detention before!"
me about it," Matt said, clutching tightly at the detention slip, neatly
folded and placed in a business-sized manila envelope.
normally get detentions, Matt, not you! Not matter what's on your mind, you
always seem to look like you're
Dad's gonna kill me..." Matt
said softly, his knuckles white from where he was gripping the letter.
the heck were you so pre-occupied with anyway?" Tai questioned, opening a
door they had come to, holding it for them to pass through.
Matt answered simply. "We spoke earlier, and we managed to come to some
form of arrangement. But, he wanted to see me tonight, and he can't. Those guys
are picking me up to take me home... Even though Dad probably won't even be home early tonight…"
maybe your Dad won't get to see that detention slip," Tai pointed out.
get in even more trouble if I don't get it signed."
rolled his eyes, taking the envelope from his friend and ripping it open. He
took it out and pulled a pen from his pocket. He handed it to Matt and placed
the form down on a nearby heater top.
do it!" Matt retorted. "I'm not taking the blame for this one!"
know your Dad's signature better than me!" Tai insisted.
stared at him a moment before sighing and placing pen to paper, quickly signing
something that resembled his father's signature. Then he stuffed the letter
back in the envelope and placed it in his pocket.
go," he said. "I'd better not keep Dad's friends waiting."
. . .
. . . . . . .
didn't take him long to find the vehicle he was looking for; the van was
metallic black with darkened windows. Sighing heavily, he began walking to it.
turned to see TK running toward him.
please come home with me tonight," he brother pleaded before he had even
reached the older blonde's side.
shook his head. "I told you, I can't, TK…"
sighed, but narrowed his eyes at the same time in slight annoyance.
regret this, you know," he said angrily. "I can't see why you would put Dad's
wants above your own, especially when he's never here anyway!"
Matt!" TK near-shouted, throwing his arms up in frustration. "It's not fair!!
You always do what Dad wants, but when does he ever do anything you
want for you? Huh?!"
pulled his gaze away from his brother's seething gaze.
TK," he said simply, walking away.
that's how you want it, fine!" TK yelled after him. "I don't need you anyway!"
that, he ran in the opposite direction, leaving Matt to gaze over his shoulder
and make his way to the blacked-out van sorrowfully.
sliding side door of the van was opened for him as he approached it, indicating
it was defiantly the right vehicle. Kyoudan was waiting in there, smiling as he
approached. As he got in, he could see Hitosarai in the driver's seat.
Yamato," Kyoudan greeted him; Matt ignoring the use of his full name. "Good day
shrugged. "Not bad." Other than the argument with my brother, the detention,
and the fact I've learnt nothing from being so distant…? Fine apart from that,
Hitosarai started the engine as Matt fastened his
seatbelt, sighing and slouching back in his chair slightly. Soft strands of
music played throughout the vehicle quietly, the radio station tuned in simply
for a slight noise and not for listening to. Yet Matt closed his eyes and let
himself relax, wanting the ten minutes drive home to pass quickly.
Yet, after about five minutes, he opened his
eyes to see they most defiantly weren't on the route home. His heart
leapt to his throat, and he sat up fully to look through the windows.
"What's the matter?" Kyoudan asked.
"This isn't the way home," Matt stated matter-of-factly.
"It is when I'm driving," Hitosarai stated
Matt looked set to protest, but a look from
Kyoudan closed his mouth instantly.
"We're not going 'home'," the man said
bluntly. "We're going somewhere else."
Matt didn't reply, terror slowly sinking into
"W-where?" He asked, his voice shaking
slightly in fear. He cursed himself for it, as he saw a smile grow on Kyoudan's
"Somewhere," he answered. "You needn't know."
With that, he jumped forward too quickly for
Matt to react, slamming a metal bar across his cheekbone. It cracked viciously,
and Matt cried out in horror. Pain swept through him like a fire in his veins,
and another blow to the side of his head knocked him out completely.
. . . . . . . . . .
Darkness. It swallowed up every ounce of
light, banishing it back to the holy lands and beyond, smothering all it could
in black, dismal tresses. Not even artificial light was evident anywhere, the
small room midnight in color.
Matt kept his eyes shut, to keep the darkness
out, even though the inside of his eyelids were dark too. Anything was better
than the darkness out there…
He strained his ears, listening for noises,
anything to alert him to the presence of another, and he sighed quietly in
relief when he heard none. The pitch around him did not help him determine the
time, so he had no idea how long he had already been unconscious. Not that he
No; he kept his blue eyes tightly shut.
He could feel his face bleeding. If
his hands and arms hadn't been chained to the wall he was currently sitting up
against, he would have wiped it off, and prevented it from dripping onto his
clothes. He could feel it, running down his face in a small, thick crimson
river, collecting on his chin and dripping onto his sleeveless shirt. He was
powerless to stop it. His cheekbone was throbbing painfully, and he knew it was
at least fractured if nothing else.
He slowly opened his eyes, just a crack,
still afraid of what he might see in front of him. But when all he could see
was darkness, he opened them fully and tried to adjust.
After a few moments, he could make out a
vague silhouette of his legs, stretched out in front of him. When he tried to
pull them to his chest, he felt the resistant tug of a chain, keeping them far
He let his head tip back to rest against the
wall, sighing heavily. He had to be strong. He couldn't break down and become
weak, spirit and body broken. He refused to let that happen.
He could still feel the blood on his face,
and he tried to touch his shoulder to the cut to dry it. But the moment the
soft material of his shirt touched it, he hissed in pain and pulled his
It hadn't helped. He felt the cut that had
begun to heal open again, and blood poured down his face without mercy. He was
pretty sure his clothes were stained crimson by now, and his body would be
black and blue later to match.
"Damn you…" he muttered beneath his breath,
afraid of being heard. "Damn you."
"Isn't talking to yourself the first sign of
The owner of the voice flicked a light
switch, flooding light into the room. Matt closed his eyes hurriedly, feeling
them sting from such a contrast in brightness.
"So you're awake, finally."
He glanced up past his half-lidded eyes to
see Kyoudan walking across the room to him. "I was beginning to think you
weren't ever going to wake up."
"How long have I been out?" Matt asked,
lowering his eyes to the floor. The blood was still bleeding from the wound on
his cheek, and it dripped slowly onto the floor. He closed his eyes, feeling
sick to his stomach.
"About half an hour."
Kyoudan took a few steps towards him and
grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face up to meet his gaze. Matt
squeezed his eyes shut in pain, but didn't utter a sound.
Before he could react, Kyoudan's hand had
lashed out across his already injured face, irritating the wound that hadn't
stopped bleeding further and causing him to yelp in pain.
"Stop bleeding all over my floor," the man
said, spite high in his voice. "How inconsiderate. I'm going to have to clean
Matt kept his eyes closed, his mind reeling.
He was helpless. The most annoying part of the whole charade was that he didn't
know why this was happening.
"What do you want with me…?" He asked
Kyoudan shrugged, grinning slightly.
"That's for you to find out later. It is none
of your concern."
With that, he turned and walked out the room,
flicking the light switch off again. The room was again plunged into darkness,
which Matt was almost grateful for.
Make it all go away… Please, someone, help me…
I don't understand. Why lie to me?
Why tell me they work with my Dad? Why do this at all?
Too many questions, and no
answers for them…
Through all his thoughts, the hot
blood still dripped from his slowly healing cut. Sighing, he resolved to let it
do so, knowing there was no way he could stop it.
Maybe I'll bleed to death. Or better yet, starve to death.
Or maybe I'll dehydrate…
And maybe I'll stop
over-exaggerating. They want me for something; they wouldn't let me die!
. . . . . . . . . .
Tai stamped his foot impatiently,
crossing his arms in disdain. Matt was ten minutes late to meet him; they
walked to school together in the mornings.
It's not like him to be late…
He had tried ringing his friend's
mobile, but it rang constantly with nobody answering it. He had tried a barrage
of text messages; some nice, some not so nice. No-one was picking up at Matt's
If he leaves it much longer, I'm going to have to go without him…
considered calling TK, to see if he knew where Matt was, but he wasn't sure if
they were even talking yet.
he began to walk alone, texting Matt as he walked.
See you at school, Matt… I can't wait any longer. Let me know if
you're sick or something. Tai.
. . . . . . . .
He wasn't sure if it was morning
or not when he awoke; all he knew was it was dark, and he was hurting. His head
was pounding harshly, reminding of the injuries he had sustained the day
before. He opened his eyes slowly, yet the room was still dark. There were no
windows; just midnight.
I don't understand… Why…?
He tried to shift positions, but
his head was hurting too much. The cut on his face had stopped bleeding at some
point, but he could feel his face was tight with dried blood, and his clothes
were crimson in places.
He heard a door open, somewhere in his mind,
yet he didn't know if it was the door to his room.
Footsteps, getting closer. Oh, God…
The voice belonged to Kyoudan, he knew, and
he opened his eyes slowly. As he did, his captor placed a tray down in front of
Matt would have done a double-take had his
head not been hurting so much. The tray was silver, with a teapot and a holder
of toast sitting on it. Various other breakfast essentials sat on it, waiting
He couldn't believe it. One minute, they were
beating him, and the next treating him as royalty?
This just doesn't make sense!
"I need you to talk to me, Yamato."
Matt looked up at him, his eyelids heavy even
though he had just woken up.
"I need some answers."
Matt opened his mouth to answer 'so do I',
but his throat was too dry. He swallowed a couple of times, trying to moisten
Kyoudan was a step ahead of him; he poured
some coffee from the teapot and produced a key to Matt's handcuffs. He unlocked
his right hand and handed him the mug. Matt gratefully took it, sipping it
gently. Finding that it was a drinkable temperature, he downed the mug quickly
before it could be taken from him. He deliberately neglected to tell Kyoudan
that he didn't like coffee without sugar and milk- in fact, didn't go much on
it at all- but he wasn't going to turn down the one piece of kindness he was
suddenly being offered.
"I want answers," Kyoudan stated again,
taking the mug from Matt and instantly chaining him back up again. "Give me
answers, and I'll feed you."
I knew there would be a catch…
"What answers?" He asked softly.
"To my questions. Your father. He's been
given a new case at the TV station. He's been covering news about the murder of
a man in Kyoto, and he's digging in quite close. It's been revealed in the
station that they suspect it was a drug related killing. Now, we don't want him
getting too cozy, Yamato."
"You mean… Y-you-"
"Quiet," Kyoudan snapped. "We don't want your
father to discover the truth. If he were to do so, we would have to dispose of
him, and of you. So, we want to know, Yamato. We need details about what he's
Matt stared at the man before him, his mind
reeling. He knew nothing of a murder, let alone that his father was covering
"I don't know anything about it," he answered
honestly. "I-I don't know what you're talking about-"
That metal bar- the vicious, solid cold metal
bar that had caused his earlier injury- came crashing down where he had begun
to heal, re-opening the cut and stinging harshly.
"I mean it!" Matt said, his voice
terror-filled. "Dad doesn't talk to me about work! We barely talk about
anything, let alone his work!"
The bar hit again, harder, and Matt felt the
world spin with his head. He closed his eyes, keeping his lips tightly sealed
no matter how much he wanted to scream. The blows weren't that forceful- if
they were, he would have had a few more fractured bones to match his cheekbone
by now- but they stung and ached.
"Doesn't that make you remember?" Kyoudan
"I don't remember because I was never told,"
"Defiant," Kyoudan stated. He swung the bar
one more time, though Matt didn't respond; his body was already numb with pain
and shock. Then Kyoudan and the metal bar were gone, the silver tray of food
still taunting him in front of him. He ignored it; he couldn't reach it anyway.
The light switch had been kept on, as though the man had wanted him to be
taunted by it.
Oh God… Oh *God*…
Someone… Someone please help me…
. . . . . . . . . .
TK sighed, disconnecting the call he was
trying to make before he had even started dialing.
I'm not going to give in and
call him. He can call me first.
Turning, he saw Tai running towards him. He
placed his phone back in his bag and grinned.
"Hey Tai," he greeted as his friend stopped
by his side, grinning.
"I have a question for you," the brunette
stated. "You and Matt. Good terms yet or not?"
"Good as that, huh?"
TK shrugged again. "Kinda. Why?"
"He hasn't turned up at school today. He
didn't let me know he wasn't going to meet me this morning to walk, he's not
answering his phone or text messages…"
TK looked at Tai, seeing his friend was
concerned, but didn't respond.
"What do you think?" Tai asked.
"I think he's probably sulking," TK said a tad
spitefully. "He isn't talking to anyone, and that includes you, because he
doesn't want you to lecture him or me to be with you or something. That's what I
Tai raised an eyebrow.
"You think?" He said doubtfully.
"You asked my opinion, Tai. That's what I
think. I wouldn't worry about him."
Tai sighed, smiling at the younger boy. "I
guess you're right. I'll pop by his house tonight when I leave, to see if he's
sick. He may be sleeping."
Seeing that he wasn't going to get any more
answers from TK, Tai made his excuses and left.
Something isn't right.
When TK sees this, he'll help me.
…Or rather, he'd better do.
This is his brother and my best friend. I know he's probably sick and sleeping-
But then again, he may not
Damn, this is confusing…
He's fine. He's perfectly
all right. He has to be.
. . . . . . . . . .
He had no clue how long had
passed. He was wide awake, his gaze fixed on things he didn't register he was
looking at. He half wished the light had been turned out, so he wouldn't have
to look at all.
He was certain now that he would
have bruises and cuts. The bleeding from his cheekbone had stopped some time
back, but the hot liquid had stained his clothing further. He felt like crying,
and like screaming, but he didn't.
He wouldn't let himself.
He glanced up as he heard the
door opening, seeing Kyoudan walk in. He was still carrying that metal bar.
"Have you changed your mind yet?"
Matt frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Are you going to talk to me
"I told you," Matt said,
frustrated. "I don't know anything."
Surprising, the metal bar stayed
still. Kyoudan simply stared at him.
"If that's true, then you're
saying we should let you know because you don't anything. Right?"
"No, I never thought that-"
"Well, it won't work!"
They both looked as Hitosarai,
who was standing in the doorway.
"'Youdan, did you ever consider
that the kid might be telling the truth?"
Kyoudan stared at Hitosarai, and
then at Matt.
"Are you?" He asked Matt.
"I told you I was," Matt answered
quietly. "Dad barely sees me, let alone talks to me. And if he did talk
to me, it wouldn't be about his work."
Kyoudan sighed, placing the metal
"We can't let him go," he stated.
"We don't have to beat him,"
Hitosarai said wryly. "Even if he did know anything, he wouldn't talk simply
because you're beating him."
Kyoudan narrowed his eyes. "Whose
side are you on?" He spat.
"Yours. I just don't think
beating him, especially if he has no idea what you're talking about, is right."
Matt stared at the two, grateful
for the reprieve from the metal bar. He figured he probably wouldn't be
released, but it was a start.
"Well, then. We need to think of…
Alternate methods…" Kyoudan stated slowly.
Hitosarai handed him something he
had had in his hands that Matt identified immediately.
"That's my schoolbag," he said.
"Correct," Hitosarai answered. "Your phone
was ringing incessantly earlier this morning, and you had numerous text
messages. I took the time to delete them for you. After all, they're no good to
you at the moment."
Matt didn't reply. He had wanted to know who
called him, or who had sent him messages. He hoped it was TK, but knew it most
"Now, we need some answers. If we can't get
them from you, then we can get them via you."
"But-" Matt protested, but he silenced as
Kyoudan picked up the metal bar again.
"And you're going to do it, Yamato." He
grinned slightly. "Is there anything you want right now? Anything at all?"
To be released? Matt thought, but
"Because if there is… Do this, and you can
have it. Obviously I won't release you; I mean feed you and keeping you alive.
If you don't do this, then you'll be left alone in the dark here until you
either die or help us."
Matt shut his eyes tightly. He didn't want either
of those things.
"So what do you say?"
"…If I do this, can I have something to
eat…?" Matt asked softly, hating himself for needing what was being offered in
"You can have a buffet for all I care.
"What, I can have more than one thing…?"
The idea was becoming more and more appealing
to Matt. He hated to know that, but he was only human, after all. And worst of
all, his captors knew he would cave at some point.
Might as well get it over with…
"So if I make the call and help you… You'll
No, Matt told
himself mentally. You have to be strong; don't give in! As tempting as it
sounds, you mustn't do this!
But… I am hungry…
"Well, Yamato?" Kyoudan prompted.
"Do you need some time alone to think about it?"
"No," Matt said almost urgently. "Just a
minute, just let me think…"
You can survive without food and
water for now. Don't be so weak.
"Wouldn't you want to wash the
blood off?" Kyoudan said. Matt looked up at him, feeling his resolve cracking.
I need to shower and get this off me… At least need to
It can wait! I can't see it
therefore it's not there… I don't need anything at all. I can't do that to Dad.
"No," he said softly. "I-I don't
need anything. I won't do it."
Kyoudan raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly
"Is that so? Very well."
He turned to walk out the room, gesturing to
Hitosarai as he went.
"No, no, wait!" Matt heard himself call out.
Kyoudan stopped, looking back round.
"Changed your mind?"
Why do I have to be so weak…?
"Can I at least go to the bathroom
without having to be part of your deal…?" Matt asked, keeping his eyes to the
floor, almost knowing the answer.
"If I let you go, you're to call your
father," Kyoudan stated. "Will you do that?"
Matt didn't reply for a moment. He felt like
crying; he would have to adhere to their deal, and they knew that.
"I d-don't know…"
"Make your mind up, then!" Kyoudan snapped,
raising the metal bar again.
"Y-yes!" Matt answered quickly,
mostly out of fear more than anything else.
"Good. But, later Yamato. We need to think of
something logical for you to say, as to why you haven't been home. Something
your father would never doubt."
Kyoudan, who walked out the room without
further acknowledgement, ignored him.
He glanced up pleadingly at Hitosarai.
"I won't help you," he suddenly said, his
voice stronger than he thought it could be. "I won't phone."
"Then you won't go to the bathroom,"
Hitosarai said sternly. Matt shrugged as best he could.
"It can wait."
"You won't be fed. You won't have water."
Matt shrugged again.
I really hope this works…
Hitosarai didn't react for a
moment. Then he walked forward and unchained Matt from the bar on the wall.
"I'll take you, but if you don't make that
phone call, Kyoudan will hit you so hard you'll end up with broken bones," he
warned as Matt rubbed circulation back into his wrists. "Come on."
Matt followed the older man out of the room
and down a brightly lit corridor. Kyoudan was waiting at the end of it, looking
angrily at the blonde.
Hitosarai raised a hand to silence him before
he could speak.
"He will help us. But we have to help him
Kyoudan didn't reply to that, rolling his
eyes and letting them pass. Matt sighed inwardly. It seemed as thought
Hitosarai would be trying to make this 'stay' as uncomfortable as possible.
They entered a small bathroom, Hitosarai
walking across to a miniscule window and locking it swiftly.
"I doubt you could get out," he explained.
"But I'd rather not take that risk."
Matt didn't reply; he had caught a glimpse of
himself in a mirror above the small sink.
Blood. That was the only thing he could see
amongst the purple and yellow bruising that also littered areas of his face. He
closed his eyes, not wanting to see it anymore.
"I'll be outside," Hitosarai stated, walking
out and closing the door behind him.
The moment he was gone, Matt collapsed
against the sink, his eyes still closed against his never-changing reflection.
He wanted to cry, and he could feel tears pricking his eyes, but he refused to
What did I do…? What did I do to deserve this…?
Someone… Please, tell me…
. . . . . . . . . .
Tai stood impatiently, knocking on Matt's
door continuously. No one had yet answered, and he was beginning to worry a
He turned to see Mr. Ishida, looking tired
and drawn from working, walking up to him with a key in his hand.
"Hello Mr. Ishida," Tai said politely. "I
came to see Matt, actually."
"Matt?" Mr. Ishida replied, turning the key
in the lock and opening the door. "He didn't come home last night. I assumed he
stayed with you or TK."
Tai's heart skipped a beat.
"No, Sir, he didn't stay with me, or with TK.
He didn't stay at anybody's house last night… And he didn't come to school this
Mr. Ishida, in the process of putting his
keys down on a nearby kitchen work surface stopped abruptly.
"He… What?" He said softly, turning to face
Tai. "Then, where is he?"
The telephone ringing interrupted them, and
Mr. Ishida reached out to answer it in a zombie-like state.
"Hello, Ishida residence?"
"Matt?! Where the heck are you?!"
"…It doesn't matter where I am."
"Matt, why didn't you call…?" Mr. Ishida said
softly. "Tai's here, he just came round to find out if you were okay. I only
just found out you were missing; I thought you were with him or TK or someone…"
"Dad, listen. I… I can't come home yet."
"Don't ask me that. I have a question for
you, though. I heard something about a murder in Kyoto…"
"Kyoto? Is that were you are?"
"Possibly. Don't go looking for me, okay, I
don't know where I am. Anyway, that murder… Do you know anything about that?"
"Matt, you're acting strange…"
"Dad, just tell me."
Mr. Ishida sighed. "Yes, son. I'm covering
the case at the moment at work. We've got a couple of leads who we think it
"If you're thinking of researching this
yourself for whatever reason, forget it Matt."
"Dad! Just, tell me!"
Mr. Ishida jumped, hearing desperation in his
"Did you perhaps know the person who
"If that's it… Matt, you never said."
"Tell me, please."
Mr. Ishida sighed again, giving in. "We think
it could be drug related. A hit-man type job. There, are you happy?"
"No, but I'll be fine." There was a pause,
where Mr. Ishida could have sworn Matt was collecting his composure so not to
cry down the phone.
"Matt, what's the matter…?"
"D-don't," came the shaky reply before he
hung up, leaving Mr. Ishida holding the receiver in his hand, and a dial tone
in his ear.
"What did he say?" Tai questioned softly.
"He… Confused me, actually…" Mr. Ishida
answered. "Starting asking questions about a murder in Kyoto, and gave me the
impression he knew who had been killed."
Tai shook his head. "He doesn't know anybody
in Kyoto, let alone anybody who's been killed."
"I figured as much, which is making me
wonder… Why would he vanish, and phone only to ask that…?"
. . . . . . . . . .
"What information did you get?"
Matt stared at the floor, not
wanting to answer, but knowing he had to do so to spare another beating.
"He just said he thought it was
drug related, and perhaps involved a hit-man. That's it."
"Nothing else?" Kyoudan asked
again, the metal bar in his hand whilst Hitosarai stood behind him a few paces.
"That's it! Really!" Matt said,
his eyes on the bar. He had spent about ten minutes cleaning all the blood from
his face earlier, and he certainly didn't want his cheeks stained with it
"He knows it's a hit man,"
Hitosarai said evenly, alerting Kyoudan's attention to him. "We didn't know he
knew that much already. Spare him the beating, he has helped us there."
Kyoudan didn't answer, but he
dropped the bar on the floor.
"You're too soft on him," he
"No. He helped us in return for a
small piece of kindness. He didn't help when you beat him."
thought to himself. I don't call being told 'help or we'll leave you to die'
kind! But, I guess I didn't get beaten.
Kyoudan chose to ignore that
statement, glaring at Matt with half-lidded eyes.
"You're lucky," he said simply before
stalking out the room. Hitosarai looked at Matt a moment longer.
"You're strong willed," he
stated. "It's going to take a lot to break you. But, your father is too close.
We need to intervene, and the only way to do so is to use you. Kyoudan wants to
hurt you, just because he can. And he will, Yamato. If you are going to break,
it will be then. I see tears in your eyes; do not let him see them fall, but do
not keep them inside. Doing so weakens you spiritually. Do not let that happen
Matt didn't respond, looking at
Hitosarai as though he were an angel.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
"I'll keep that in mind."
Hitosarai nodded before turning
and following his companion, once again leaving Matt in the darkness.
Hitosarai's words rang out in his mind, and he followed the man's advice.
He lowered his head and cried.
. . . . . . . . . .
TK stared at his mobile phone as
it began to ring, hoping it would be Matt.
I'm tired of fighting with him…
The display read Tai, and he
picked it up with a sigh.
"Hey," he answered.
"TK… Matt's not sick. He's not
TK almost dropped the phone.
"He called your Dad, just now. He
started asking questions about a murder in Kyoto or something. Your Dad's real
"So am I," TK said, the anger he
had felt for his brother vanishing instantly. "And I'm worried. Did he say
where he was when he called?"
"No, but your Dad thinks he might
be in Kyoto. Regardless, even if he was, he wouldn't be now. Matt asked him not
to search for him."
"Tai, doesn't that sound a little
suspect to you?" TK asked.
"Of course it does, TK. The whole
affair's a little bit suspect. The only useful thing about that phone-call is
letting us know he's okay."
"But is he?" TK said
Tai didn't respond for a moment.
"I don't know, TK," he answered
after a moment. "I really don't know."
. . . . . . . . . .
He glanced up from the floor,
though he hadn't really been seeing it in the darkness, as he heard it. He
couldn't quite make it what it was, but he was relieved to hear it.
Normality. Oh, God, I need that…
He had no idea how long had
passed since his last meeting with Kyoudan and Hitosarai, and he had no idea
how long he'd spent crying after they'd left. But he did feel better,
though his body still ached.
Please don't stop that music… Please don't stop that link
to the outside world…
The door opened and the light was
switched on, making him close his eyes against the lightened contrast.
"We have a plan."
As he opened his eyes, Kyoudan
was unlocking his handcuffs and pulling him to his feet.
"We're going to the murder scene.
Your father will be there tonight, looking for you."
"How do you-"
Kyoudan gave Matt his phone,
which he gratefully took. The display read he had a voicemail message. He
pressed and held 1 to dial it as Kyoudan dragged him from the room.
"You have one
voicemail message. Message One."
"Hey Matt, it's
Tai. Your phone-call earlier really confused us, and your Dad's going out of
his mind with worry. He's going to Kyoto, tonight, to search for you. TK and I
are going, too, because… Well, he's like a man possessed. He's worried sick,
and… I'm worried too, but if you don't wanna come home for whatever reason and
you are in Kyoto, get out of there. Just… At least let TK and I know if you're
okay, if you don't want your Dad to know where you are or what you're doing.
He's probably going to get to the murder sight… I think that's what he said. So
if you're there, get away.
I'm not making
much sense, am I? Heh, well... I am worried about ya, buddy. Take care, okay?"
"End message. To
repeat the message-"
Matt cut the call off, shaking
his head sadly.
Tai, you idiot. I know you think you're helping, but that
did NOT help…
"Remind me to thank your friend
when we see him next," Kyoudan hissed, opening a door and pushing Matt through
it. It led to the outside, and Matt squinted his eyes in the light of day.
Hitosarai was sitting in the
driver's seat of the black van that had bought him to this mysterious place,
and he knew he was being dragged to it.
He was indeed right; Kyoudan
pushed him into the back roughly and jumped in after him. Hitosarai started the
engine and they were away, Matt still gathering his bearings and attempting to
get up from the floor.
He found, however, that the
moment he was standing, Kyoudan viciously kicked him back to the floor again.
Sighing and shaking his head, he stayed down. He didn't want to do that again;
he had very nearly fallen face-first.
"We're going to the murder scene,
aren't we?" He questioned quietly.
Kyoudan simply nodded, as though
he were not worthy of a verbal answer.
Matt didn't speak again, closing
his eyes as the van rounded a corner. He felt as though he might pass out; he
hadn't eaten nor had anything to drink, and he was a little light-headed from
The next thing he knew was
sunlight; being pulled out of the van and to his feet. He opened his eyes,
trying to keep the glare of the sun out of them with his hands.
Did I fall asleep? Or did I pass out?
"Wake up!" Kyoudan barked,
smacking the back of his head sharply with his palm. "You're going to be
helping us, Yamato."
Matt didn't answer, swallowing to
moisten his dry throat. He didn't want to help them. But, he had to, to
save himself and his Dad.
Tai and TK will be there, too… I
have to help them too…
But… What if I can't…?
No. I will because I have to,
and because I love them. They won't get hurt because of me. I won't allow it.
"Do you know how you're
going to be helping us, Yamato?" Kyoudan continued.
"No," Matt answered hoarsely.
"You're going to be our hostage.
Your father's been snooping a little too much lately. I'm sure he won't snoop
anymore if he sees we have his eldest son at gunpoint."
"Gunpoint?!" Matt asked, his eyes
Kyoudan simply grinned, pulling
something from a holder in his belt.
It was, indeed, a gun.
. . . . . . . .
Tai said nervously, his eye on the man's speedometer. "I'm sure this is only a
thirty limit through he- WHOA!"
called from the back seat. "Please, we're worried about Matt too, but we're no
good to him dead!"
didn't reply, setting his car back in a straight line- after all, he had served
off the road and onto the pavement to go round a crossing pedestrian at a red
light zebra crossing. He simply flicked the radio on. Loudly.
"So remember we were driving, driving in your car, with speeds so fast
I felt like I was drunk, city lights lay out before us, and your arm felt
nice wrapped 'round my shoulder…"
Tai groaned and turned the radio
off, whilst TK protested that it was 'classic' and 'a good song'.
"Sorry, Mr. Ishida," Tai
apologized. "But we need to be alert in all senses if we see Matt."
"I know," came the short reply
before the brakes were hit. Both TK and Tai blessed the fact they had seatbelts
Mr. Ishida was already getting out
the car and striding over to a nearby abandoned building. Tai and TK shrugged
and followed him. There was police tape round the building, but they could see
Mr. Ishida had some kind of pass at ready should they encounter authority.
They didn't; Mr. Ishida pushed open
the door and stepped inside, Tai and TK close on his heels.
"S'dark," TK noted, feeling for a
light-switch. When he found one, he flicked it on and bathed the room in light.
"This is the scene of the murder,"
Mr. Ishida sat matter-of-factly. Tai cringed and covered TK's eyes before he
could see the bloodstains on the floor and walls. It certainly looked like
someone had been shot in the head at close range. "Matt!! Matt, are you here?"
"He might be."
The three jumped and turned to see
an oriental man in a suit, smiling at them.
"I'm Hitosarai," he said, bowing to
them. "Pleased to meet you, Sir. I've heard a lot about you."
"Who are you, and what do
you know about Matt?!" Mr. Ishida demanded.
Hitosarai didn't respond; he simply
turned towards some crates to his left.
Mr. Ishida frowned and edged
forward. Hitosarai raised a hand to him, and then placed two fingers in his
mouth and whistled.
On cue, another man came out from
behind the crates, pulling another figure with him.
"Matt!" The three cried out in
"My God…" Mr. Ishida uttered at
seeing his son. "God…"
"Down," Kyoudan hissed, pushing
Matt roughly to his knees. Matt cried out in pain, but didn't open his eyes. He
was unaware of the looks of horror he was receiving from the three people he
held close. He most certainly looked a state. Crimson stained his
clothes and mussed hair, and his cheekbone had turned a dark shade of purple.
Anybody could see it was fractured, even from a distance. There was what looked
like a deep cut amongst the plum color; a cut that would most likely scar.
He could feel his knees bleeding
beneath him, due to the rough push to the concrete ground he had been given. He
slowly opened his eyes as he felt something cold touch his temple, and a cry of
pain from his father.
The gun. He knew what it was
without the unnecessary cry from TK stating what it was.
"You know too much about this case,
Ishida," Kyoudan stated. "Unless you want your son to be the second murder in
this, back off."
Mr. Ishida didn't- couldn't- reply.
TK and Tai looked equally stunned.
"What do you have to say, Yamato?"
Kyoudan asked, pushing the gun closer into Matt's temple.
"N-nothing," he whispered, afraid a
response would lead to his death.
The gun was pulled away, and he
could hear the trigger being cocked. He closed his eyes tightly, trying not to
"No!" Mr. Ishida yelled, but it was
too late. A shot rang out in the air, and Matt screamed in terror.
Then he realized he had stayed alive
to scream before opening his eyes.
Millimeters. The gun had been shot
mere millimeters from where his hand was resting on the ground. He
closed his eyes thankfully.
"You're lucky I wasn't aiming,"
Kyoudan whispered in his ear before pushing him forward again, hard enough for
him to hit the ground face-first.
He opened them again, a little
surprised, as he heard Tai's voice.
"What do you want with him?" His
friend was saying, looking a little shaken though his voice didn't show it.
Matt looked up, feeling blood on
his chin and in his mouth. He knew that had probably loosened a few teeth, but
he didn't care. At that point, he felt very lucky to be alive.
Tai, what the hell are you
doing, you idiot?!
"You just want to show Mr. Ishida
not to work on this case anymore? Well? What was the shot for? What was pushing
him over for?! A power trip! That's all!"
Kyoudan aimed the gun at Tai, eyes
Hitosarai stepped forward, standing
between the gun and Tai.
"No, 'Youdan. This is how it
happened last time. You can't just kill people when they say things you don't
like to hear."
"So you are connected…" Mr.
Ishida said softly. "You did this last time…"
"Correct," Kyoudan stated. "He owed
some people some money. He wouldn't pay, so he paid with his life."
He gasped, suddenly, as someone
pushed him from behind. He fell to the ground, the gun shooting from his grasp
and skidding across the room and stopping at Hitosarai's feet.
Matt stood behind where Kyoudan had
fallen, breathing heavily but looking triumphant. He stepped forward, placing a
foot on the back of Kyoudan's head. Without warning, he stamped forward, making
the man smack his face into the concrete.
Kyoudan didn't make a sound of
pain, but as he pulled his head back up, there was blood on his lip and on the
"Don't be so inconsiderate," Matt
hissed. "You're tainting the evidence in here."
He glanced up at Hitosarai, who was
holding the gun.
"'Sarai!" Kyoudan hissed.
Hitosarai looked at Kyoudan on the
floor, and then back at Matt.
He shook his head and pulled the
cartridge from the gun, letting bullets fall to the floor.
"No. No more innocent lives,
Matt smiled slightly. He knew right
from the start that Hitosarai would help him, when it came down to it.
"Thank you," he said softly, though
it echoed loudly in the room.
Kyoudan growled and got up from the
floor, throwing Matt back to the floor as he did so as his foot was still
resting on his head. He lunged at Hitosarai, who jumped out the way.
He didn't realize Tai was still
They both went tumbling to the
floor, Kyoudan quickly gaining the upper hand and pinning the younger boy to
Hitosarai grabbed TK and dragged
him behind some crates, gesturing for Mr. Ishida to follow.
"But, what about Matt?!" Mr. Ishida
"Look at him!" Hitosarai stated, to
which Mr. Ishida did.
Matt was watching Kyoudan wrestling
with his best friend, a metal bar in his hands. The metal bar, in fact, he had
been hit with numerous times. He was taking strong steps in their direction,
despite the look of pain in his eyes. His face was bleeding as were his knees,
but he didn't look like he could tell nor cared.
When it looked as though Kyoudan
was going to wrap his hands round Tai's throat, Matt began to run, bar raised.
Mr. Ishida ducked behind the crate as instructed.
With that, he slammed the bar into
the back of Kyoudan's back with a sickening crack. Kyoudan cried out in terror
and pulled his hands off of Tai, clutching the back of his head. Tai took that
moment to scramble away.
Matt slammed the bar down again,
over his hands, so hard it would have been a miracle to have escaped it without
any broken bones.
"You do not-" The bar hit
down again. "Hurt the people I love-" Another crack. "Without paying
He slammed the bar down again, but
before it could hit, another gunshot echoed throughout the empty warehouse.
Matt stepped back as blood sprayed up and covered him in bright specks.
Hitosarai stepped out from behind
the crate, a gun in his hand.
"No more innocent lives," he
A groan from Kyoudan alerted them
that he was still alive, though not in a good state. Hitosarai stepped forward,
pushing Matt gently out the way. He gladly stepped back, bumping into Tai. He
fell to his knees, not feeling the cuts on his knees scorch in pain.
"You okay?" Tai questioned, dropping
to his knees again and grasping his friend's shoulders, feeling him shaking in
Matt stared at him a moment and, as
another shot echoed throughout the warehouse, burst into tears.
"Oh, Matt," Tai said softly,
embracing him tightly. "Matt…"
And, as bloodstained and shattered
as the blonde was, Tai refused to let him go. After only a few moments, the
sobs had subsided into breaths, and he was sleeping soundly.
. . . . . . . .
When he opened
his eyes again, he knew he was in a hospital. The place was too white
and sterile, and most defiantly not his bedroom, to be anything else.
He glanced up
to see TK smiling down at him.
"I'm sorry. I
doubted that there was something wrong. I doubted that-"
Matt put a
finger up to TK's lips, grinning slightly.
"Shut up, TK,"
he said softly. "Just shut up."
TK grinned and
leant forward, hugging his brother tightly.
"You have a
fractured cheekbone," he heard his father say as he let TK go. He smiled up at
him as he approached the bed.
Matt answered. "It hurts like hell."
Ishida scolded softly, though he was smiling gently. He leant over his son and
gave him a quick, but meaningful, embrace. "I was going to forgive you for
this-" He pulled a tattered, very recognizable manila envelope from his pocket.
"After all, I never signed this to say I knew about your detention."
Tai's idea," he said in defense before pausing a moment. "How is Tai,
alive and kicking," Tai said, stepping forward and grinning like the Cheshire
Cat. "And I owe that much to you."
Matt shook his
head. "If you hadn't had the courage to stand up to what Kyoudan was doing to
me, then Hitosarai would never have intervened."
round the room, confused.
arrested," Mr. Ishida explained. "He killed Kyoudan, after all. He's been
charged with murder."
Matt shook his
head slowly, sighing heavily.
want him arrested. I wanted to thank him for saving my life.
opened, and Nancy Takaishi stepped in softly.
"Matt, how are
you feeling…?" She questioned softly, walking over to the bedside but hovering
without touching him.
better if you hug me, Mom," Matt answered softly.
reaching down and embracing her first born son tightly.
son," she whispered.
Matt said inconclusively, shrugging as she let go. "Everyone else has had a
hug, so you might as well, too…"
He was grinning
to show her he didn't mean it, and she smiled weakly back.
He looked up at
Tai, an eyebrow arched.
get a hug."
Matt rolled his
eyes, laughing slightly as he held out his arms. Tai walked forward and
embraced him tightly, hiding the tears in his eyes in his friend's hospital
The door opened
again, and Izzy poked his head round the door.
"Can we come
in…?" He questioned.
"If 'we' means
all the Digi-destined and their Digimon then some of us had better vacate!" Mr.
Matt let Tai
go, smiling all the way.
me," Tai said simply.
and slapped him gently on the closest place he could; his arm.
"What was that
for?!" Tai asked indignantly.
that stupid answer phone message on my phone! I mean, honestly! 'Yeah, I
think you've been kidnapped, so I'm going to tell your kidnappers exactly where
we will be tonight'!"
"It saved you!"
Tai answered. "And besides, we didn't know what happened to you! You weirded us
out with that phone call, remember?!"
Matt smiled slightly, grabbing hold
of Gabumon who had jumped up the other side of the bed to him.
"Shut up and get out, you.
You owe me. Math homework, remember? That counts, even if we cancelled
each other out earlier."
"Whatever. See you later."
He turned and left, and smile on
After what you've just been
through, I'd do anything to make you happy.
…Even if it means letting you
think I owe you. Because I don't, Ishida- that
Math homework excuse was lame…! But right now, I don't care. You're alive, and
I don't care about anything else.
I don't care as long as my best
friend hasn't been taken from me.
And, inside the hospital room, Matt
was thinking much the same thing.
Author's Notes: There, Lianne, I
hope you like it! I certainly had a lot of fun writing it, amazingly!
Comments and feedback to Nanaki_Lioness@hotmail.com or
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Thanks to all who read; hope you