Emotionless Tomorrows

Rim: Wow…been months since I’ve updated…hasn’t it? I swear I’m going to update more now so that I won’t add another year to the four years I’ve been struggling to keep this story from turning out horrible. (points to Akito) It’s his fault, everyone blame him for it, I swear it is.

Akito: What the hell?! Don’t blame me for your inability to not be a lazy ass and not write the rest of chapters when you know better.

Rim: Shush Akito…we’re starting now. I’m sorry to keep everyone waiting to find out what was going to happen, just blame it all on Akito.

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Tala sat in the kitchen area of the loft Mr. Dickenson had set up for him and the other Demolition Boys to stay at on their visit to Japan. The head of the BBA had really gone all out to make them comfortable, even as far as each one of them having separate rooms for their own privacy. Tala’s eyes lifted from the mug of coffee that he was nursing, blue orbs roaming lazily around the fully stocked kitchen, his mind in deep thought towards. His right hand was propped up his slightly bruised face where Kai had punched him the previous night, subsequently that followed the dual haired sociopath giving him a nasty warning to stay away from Tyson or else he would force Kai to take immediate action.

Well…okay, so it wasn’t in those exact words. A little more cursing and pissed off words would make it more accurate to what Kai had said to Tala while the red head laid sprawled on the ground. He supposed he shouldn’t care if there was more anger or not, either way Tala was worried about Tyson’s relationship with Kai after that little incident.

“What the hell am I going to do about this?” Tala sighed, raising the mug of coffee to his lips and drinking the hot coffee which was being taken black; the absence of sugar or milk not bothering the Russian at all. Another sigh escaped his lips, placing the cup down on the counter top.

“Is it just me, or are you talking to yourself?” A light voice inquired behind him. Turning around, Tala found Bryan leaning against the door frame of the kitchen door, a brow arched in question to Tala’s monologue.

“Bryan…”

Eventually Bryan moved into the kitchen, staring at his team captain before his eyes widened with shock. Tala assumed he noticed the bruised love tap Kai gave him. “What the hell happened to you? Who the hell did you get into a fight with last night when I wasn’t looking?”

“It’s not that serious. Just a little sore and bruised, nothing a few days of healing can’t help,” Tala waved off.

“Who the hell did you piss off?” Bryan blinked.

“A demon aptly named Kai Hiwatari,” Tala replied, picking up his mug to drink more coffee. “It seems that asking people to dance around here is a means to punch them.”

“You asked him to dance? I think I would punch you out of fear too,” Bryan teased.

“Dumb ass,” Tala retorted. “I didn’t ask him to dance, I asked Tyson.”

“Even more of a reason to hit you,” Bryan grinned. “He probably saw the lust burning a hole into his boyfriend and wanted to get you to stop staring before Tyson spontaneously combusted into flames.”

“Forget what I just said about you being a dumb ass, we’re upgrading you,” Tala glared.

“Can I help how right I am?” Bryan shrugged, the grin on his lips never wavering.

“Seriously you dumb ass, I wasn’t trying to move in on Tyson. I just wanted a dance I’m not going to mess with him while he’s in a relationship. I’m not that type of person,” Tala said.

“Yes, I know,” Bryan stated, sitting down at the table after grabbing a cup of coffee. “Guess Kai felt you were a threat anyway.”

“Hm…” Tala didn’t say anything towards it.

“Tala?” When he didn’t get a response, Bryan looked over to see his friend’s eyes tinged with dark blue. Bryan knew that look anywhere, Tala had something on his mind he wasn’t about to share unless he was probed into telling. He really did know Tala too well, maybe even better than the red head knew himself sometimes. “What’s up with the look?”

“Nothing,” Tala shook his head.

“Don’t tell me nothing and pull out that look anyway. I know you too well for that answer, and don’t you open your mouth and say I shouldn’t worry either. I swear you think I’m someone who’s not going to probe when you want someone to anyway,” Bryan voiced, watching Tala open his mouth, then close it immediately; a blush of embarrassment colored his cheeks. “I told you I know you too well for that.”

“I guess you do,” Tala chuckled.

“So?” Bryan interrogated.

“I don’t want sound paranoid or anything, and have you think I’m making this up to be a reason to go near Tyson…but I really do believe that the relationship he’s in with Kai isn’t working as wonderfully as everyone around them sees,” Tala admitted, his eyes staring into the half full mug.

“You are paranoid then,” Bryan said immediately.

“I’m serious, you have to hear me out to understand why I think this,” Tala argued.

“I know you’re serious, that’s why I said you’re paranoid. So tell me what’s the story you’ve concocted in that head of yours for words like that,” Bryan sighed.

“It’s not like I’m making this up,” Tala stated. “I’ve been observing how Tyson acts around Kai. He’s scared of him, Bryan.”

“You’ve been here a day, how can you deduce that immediately after just a couple of hours?” Bryan questioned.

“I was punched by Kai last night and gave a fairly life threatening warning to stay away from Tyson least I feel the need to have blood gushing from a neck wound likely to kill me.”

“Ever thought they might have had a fight earlier that morning which put Kai in a pissy mood and just end up taking out his frustrations on you?”

“Tyson wasn’t acting like it was a minor fight,” Tala voiced. “It was more than that, I know. I know it was I can feel it in my bones.”

“Do you feel paranoia in your bones too?” Bryan asked.

“I’m serious!” Tala exclaimed in repetition.

“So am I,” Bryan nodded. “Because all I hear is paranoia…maybe jealousy, ringing through.”

“You would,” Tala muttered with frustration at not being believed or taken seriously.

“Yes, because I have a rational mind to your irrational line of thinking currently,” Bryan commented.

“You don’t see it because you don’t want to see it,” Tala accused.

“That’s not it. I don’t see it because it’s not there. I bet no one else sees it either because it’s not there. It’s all in your paranoid, jealous mind,” Bryan countered. “Tala, I know you mean well and don’t want to break the two of them up without a good reason, but make damn good certain if you want to be paranoid about this, you make certain it’s true and all your facts are in place. Kai isn’t someone you want to piss off under false pretensions.”

“Don’t you think I already know this?” Tala declared. “I don’t want to think that Tyson’s not happy, it’s the last thing I want.”

“You…” Bryan shook his head. “If you are so sure about this we might as well have a day out with the other Bladebreakers and see what we can find out. Ian was talking about wanting to check out Shibuya after all.”

“You know I’m not that crazy right?” Tala questioned.

“You are something, I will give you that,” Bryan said.

“Thanks,” Tala chuckled. Maybe Bryan was right and he was overreacting to nothing but a fight between the two earlier yesterday morning before he got there. Hopefully, the scared eyes and lost smile was nothing serious as Tala seemed to see.

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Tyson came to flinching at the rough hands which were harshly stripping him of his clothing. With a hoarse panicked scream, Tyson tried to pull away from the hands. “Please, don’t Kai, please!”

“There you go again, not wanting me to touch you,” Kai mocked, leaning down to Tyson’s ear, his hands running over the bandages around Tyson’s waist. He pressed his fingertips into the bruised skin, hearing the hiss of pain slip free. “Why do you keep saying things like that to me Ty-koi?”

“Please Kai,” Tyson whimpered.

“If you keep insisting to hurt my feelings like this, I’m going to have to take action,” Kai said, gripping the elastic band on the boxers Tyson wore, and pulling at them. Yanking a few times, he heard the band pop, Tyson’s screams filling the air at the painful biting of the clothe digging into his bruised flesh. Ripping away the underwear, Kai went about forcing Tyson’s legs open, disregarding the pleas which fell on deaf ears.

“Kai don’t! Oh god, please Kai!” A shudder of dread filled Tyson when Kai braced himself over Tyson, the head of Kai’s shaft invading Tyson’s entrance. “Stop! Please don’t do this Kai! I’m begging you!”

“So you aren’t going to stop hurting my feelings, are you?” Kai growled low, driving himself into the body under him. Tyson’s screams amplified, reverberating within the whole upstairs floor. “Shut up Tyson!” Agitated, Kai reached to the side of the bed, picking up a ruined piece of clothe and shoving it into Tyson’s mouth as a makeshift gag.

Tyson tried screaming around the gag, feeling himself impaled on Kai’s arousal. Above him, Tyson listened to Kai’s moans, Kai’s pulsing shaft pumping in and out of him hastily; Kai not bothering this time around to make Tyson want the sex forced onto him. More than likely-in some part of Tyson’s mind that wasn’t going into overhaul due to the panic-Kai was in one of his moods, or had a nightmare about his grandfather and the abbey.

They still occurred from time to night, not really as often as when Kai’s grandfather first died, but there were instances, placing Kai in the worst moods, leading Kai to be inconsolable, or satisfied by anything, except with rough sex. Maybe it was due to the conditions which he was raped under maybe it gave him an escape.

Listening to the pants above him, Tyson wondered what was on Kai’s mind. Pondering if Kai was in any sand state of mind, or if he was living out his past once more, whether there was a way for him to extend a gentle hand to Kai that wouldn’t be slapped away in disgust. It would be nice to have the old Kai back, hell…even the Kai he first met was better than this stranger he was held prisoner by.

“Respond to me, Ty-koi,” Kai snapped, digging a hand into Tyson’s bandaged side, receiving a muffled scream. “That’s right, scream for me, you little whore.”

A cruel grin stretched across his lips, hearing the moan of agony in response to the pressure which was splintering through Tyson’s chest. Kai drove his hips forwarder harder, his thrusts causing the bed to tap against the wall in uneven knocks. The sound of Kai’s moans and Tyson’s pained, muffled sobbing mixed collectively with the sounds of flesh slapping together and the knocks of the bed in the room.

“Fuck!” Kai moaned as he finally came.

Continuing to move against Tyson, he let his thrusts milk him dry, a minute later pulling out of Tyson’s damaged rectum. Blood and semen seeped out onto the covers whilst Tyson laid there sobbing with the gag still in his mouth. Kai rolled to the other side of the bed, collapsing in content. Neither moved nor spoke as time stretched between them, until a knock on the door broke through their coexistence, one of the maids sticking her head inside the door.

“Master Kai…”

“What the fuck do you want?” Kai barked, sitting up.

“You have a visitor, sir,” the maid squeaked, the color in her already pale face draining away. “Silba took them to the study…and told me to inform you of your guest’s arrival.”

“I’ll be right now,” Kai grumbled, pushing himself up from the bed and grabbing the clothes he carelessly tossed aside when he first entered the room. “Now get the hell out of here.”

“Yes, sir.” The maid quickly bowed, shutting the door behind her.

“When I come back Tyson, I’ll be ready for round two,” Kai grinned. “Make sure you aren’t sleep, we both know how hard it is to wake you up, don’t we?” Kai dressed, heading out the room and downstairs to his study where the maid mentioned his guest was. More than likely it was one of his team members who wanted to pester him. Entering the study, Kai held back a snarl, finding the red head Demolition Boy captain standing before him. A bandage covered the bruise Kai had inflicted the night before.

“Ohayo Kai,” Tala spoke.

“What the fuck do you want,” Kai hissed.

“There’s no need to go into attack mode,” Tala replied, holding up his hands defensively. “I just came by to invite you and Tyson to come with Bryan, Ian, Spencer, Rei, Max, Kenny, and I out for a bit of sightseeing. Ian wanted to go to Shibuya, so we’re making a day out of it.”

“No,” Kai frowned.

“Maybe Tyson--” Tala started.

“He’s hung over from last night, so no, now get your ass out of my house,” Kai snapped.

“Oh…um…tell Tyson I hope he feels better,” Tala said, not getting a good vibe from this. He couldn’t recollect Tyson drinking more than one cup of liquor the night before. In fact, Tyson appeared more than sober when Tala asked for a dance.

“Whatever now out,” Kai glowered.

“Going,” Tala said, having Kai escort him to the door and slam it shut once the red headed Russian was outside.

“Silba!” Kai shouted. Within seconds, the woman ran out into the hallway where Kai was standing. In swift steps, she approached her master, her body language giving away just how terrified of him she was.

“Y-yes…Master Kai?” she answered. Kai said nothing as he snatched her up by the collar of her blouse and slammed her back into the nearest wall he could find. She yelped in pain when the hand sailed across her cheek.

“If you ever let him into this house again, I will make sure you won’t find work elsewhere,” Kai threatened. “Do I make myself clear, Silba?”

“Yes, Master Kai…” Silba nodded.

“The next time he comes around, tell him that Tyson and I don’t want him to come back around and the police will be called to haul his ass to jail for trespassing. Is that understood, Silba?” Kai snarled.

“Yes sir,” Silba whispered.

“Good, now get back to work.” Kai shoved her away from him, the woman quickly scrambling out of his sight. Kai frowned, his mood dampening quite abruptly due to Tala’s appearance. Kai had a feeling the red head thought he knew something. As if he realized Kai was teaching Tyson not to be a whore anymore, and didn’t want that to happen. Kai knew Tala had a thing for Tyson, but he wasn’t going to give the bastard his property.

Storming upstairs, Kai headed back to the room. He was going to put an end to Tyson and his ways of flirting with others yet. Slamming the bedroom door shut when he was inside the room, Kai walked up to the bed. Tyson was laying curled up into a fetal position, the gag now on the floor.

“Kai…” Tyson squeaked, hearing the anger in the way the door was handled.

“You know who that was, don’t you Tyson?” Kai interrogated.

“No…” Tyson sniffed.

“Yes you do!” Kai snapped, yanking Tyson from the bed. “Now tell me who it was!”

“I-I don’t--”

“You do!” Kai balled up his fist, striking Tyson in the ribs. A scream came forward spilling from Tyson’s bruised lips. “Now tell me Tyson, who was at the fucking door? Why do you think I would be so pissed off at you? Give me a fucking answer or I swear to God I will not hesitate to beat it out of you, you fucking whore!”

“I-It was…was Tala…” Tyson stuttered, choking on his own saliva.

“Good boy, you’re not a stupid as I thought you were, now how about I reward you,” Kai sneered, raising his fist higher.

“Master Kai!” Sarutobi entered the room, rushing over to Kai and grabbing his hand, stopping Kai from completely the action of punching the battered boy in his grasp. “It wouldn’t be wise for you to hinder his recovery by injuring Master Tyson again. Others might begin to question it.”

“Sarutobi,” Kai jeered, indignant crimson eyes scorching the butler. “Get your filthy, fucking hands off me before I take my anger out on you. I know you care about this little bitch too, don’t forget I’m the one who has allowed you to remain here even while knowing this.”

“Forgive me, Master Kai,” Sarutobi replied, having Kai yank free of his grasp. Flinging Tyson back on the bed, Kai stormed out of the room silently.

“Sarutobi…t-tha-thank…” Tyson chocked.

“It’s all right, Master Tyson. You don’t have to thank me. I’m not worthy of it…allowing you to go through this without a word of help,” Sarutobi mumbled shamefully. “Save your kind words for those who deserve them.”

“Sarutobi…” Silba came into the room, her cheek swelling from where Kai had slapped her only minutes ago. “Master Kai just left. He muttered to let you know he wasn’t going to be back tonight.” The slamming of a door backed up her comment, the sound resonating even when it died out. “He said don’t lose your job.”

“So he considers me a threat now…” Sarutobi stated, gingerly resituating Tyson under the covers.

“What are you thinking?” Tyson panicked. “You can’t do anything that will upset Kai. You know how he is, Sarutobi. Promise me you’re not going to get yourself killed. Please, don’t do anything to anger him.”

“I swear, Master Tyson. I would never leave you at his mercy like this manner. You have nothing to worry about,” Sarutobi assured.

“You really promise,” Tyson whimpered.

“Absolutely,” Sarutobi nodded, shifting his eyes to Silba. “Silba, would you be kind enough to bring me Master Tyson’s medicine and a basin of warm water? We should change the bandages.”

“Of course, Sarutobi,” Silba said quietly, turning and leaving the room to acquire the items which the butler asked for.

“Just relax now Master Tyson,” Sarutobi said gently. “We’re going to clean you up and handle things in Master Kai’s absence.” If he was careful enough, Tyson wouldn’t need to be told that anymore, nor live in fear of the next spur of Kai’s unstable rage. If Kai was already considering him an enemy, it wouldn’t be long before he got rid of him. So Sarutobi needed to act before that could happen and leave Tyson with no allies to save him from his hell. He prayed he was able to accomplish this in his remaining amount of time left there.