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Summary ~ Rin is kidnapped and tortured for four weeks, before he is saved by his guilt ridden brother and the others. How will both of them react to the guilt from their fight? They will have to decide fast, because the man who tortured Rin is back for more

Rated T for torture and dark themes

Four weeks. Four weeks Rin had been in a living hell. Every day he expected the same treatment he got from his captor…even if he didn't like it – at all. Four weeks earlier, Rin and Yukio got into a serious spat and argued, it became more intense as it went on, the boys were passive aggressive to each other and then everything snapped when Rin had accidentally bad mouthed the old man. The mention of their deceased father guardian set Yukio off to the point where both had to be held back from attacking one another. Rin stormed off and in his rage, was easily overpowered and kidnapped.

Four weeks, every morning Rin had to wake up to torture. The first day he was injected with something his captor liked to call "human healing syrup". Rin wasn't healing like the half demon he was, he was healing like a normal human, and it was excruciating. Cuts, bruises and blood caked Rin's battered body, burn marks and other various signs of torture were evident on his body. Rin didn't know how he hadn't broken yet, the pain was so horrible…

And now, Rin regretted everything. He regretted every word he had said to his twin, every spat and disagreement. Rin was going to be tortured for the rest of his life, because no one would look for him. Especially not Yukio. Rin wished he could yell "I'm sorry" to his brother, cry at his feet…and Yukio would hug him and forgive him…but…wishes don't always come true. The fight they had, there was no way Yukio could forgive him. He wouldn't care if Rin was gone, he wouldn't care if he was hurt, dying and tortured like he was now.

His captor, who went by the name of Unis, told him he didn't amount to anything. A demon like him should just die, or better yet live hell. He told Rin that no one would come to save him, and Rin didn't believe him at first…but…it had been weeks, if anyone were going to save him, they would have already.

Rin popped out of his thoughts from a cold shower. Morning, another day another torture session.

"Good morning." Unis came close to Rin's face and grinned. "How is my little patient doing today?"

Rin whimpered when Unis gripped the boy's hair.

"So, what shall he we start off with today devil child?" Unis wondered, "Oh! Wait, I thought of something we could do last night that I hadn't tried on you before!"

Unis released Rin's hair and turned around, making noise at the desk on the other side of the room with torture weapons on it. He returned with an interesting looking device. From where Rin sat, he couldn't tell what it was.

He was in a chair, neck bound as well as his feet and his hands to the legs and arms of the chair. There were a few times that Rin had been released when he was in a daze and dragged to a bathroom, and then immediately back to the chair, or other times his neck was released so Unis could give him some water or a little bit of food so that the boy wouldn't die, but it was still a scarce amount.

Unis knelt by Rin's hands and placed the device over one of his fingers…and then once the lever went down…

"Aagghh!" He screamed at the top of his lungs when his finger nail came off.

Unis did the same thing for the rest of his fingers on his right hand, and then used a hammer on one or two of his fingers on his left hand, completely breaking them. That's when he got to Rin's feet. They hadn't been touched yet…until now. Unis took a blow torch to the sides of them…resulting in complete agony.

When his watch beeped, Unis sighed and placed the blow torch aside. He looked down at his watch for a moment before rolling his eyes, "Looks like our little play time is over, brat."

Rin hadn't felt so relieved in his life. Unis left the room, and locked the iron door behind him.

I'm so sorry…I'm sorry…Rin thought. Yukio please…forgive me…

Tears ran down his face, mixing with the blood to make redish brownish looking tears.

"Someone please save me…"

….

There was no trace of him…anywhere. No matter what clues Yukio found, they just turned to dead ends. He knew it was his fault Rin was gone…he shouldn't have ever said the things he did.

"Found anything?" Yukio asked hopefully when Shura entered the empty classroom.

Shura shook her head sadly, "I'm sorry Yukio."

Yukio cursed and sat on the desk, placing his head in his hands. Rin I'm so sorry…just come back to us already…

Shura sighed and sat on the desk next to Yukio, "We'll find him, don't worry."

"I have to worry." Yukio's muffled voice said, his head still buried in his hands. "It's my fault he's gone."

"What do you mean-"

"We had a fight…he stormed off…and it's been weeks."

"You can't blame yourself, Yukio."

Yukio lifted his head, his eyes were brimmed with tears, "What if something happened to him!? I couldn't…I can't live without Rin! It doesn't matter how much we fight…or disagree…he's my brother…my twin…and…there isn't any way I could…"

Suddenly Bon burst into the room, "A lead!"

Yukio stood up, determination on his face. Shura and Yukio came out of the room and joined the others when Bon started explaining.

"We did a little more digging, and it turns out someone saw a man dragging a younger boy into a cart and going off with him. There's a large abandoned asylum where the man is suspected to have gone. We don't know if it's Rin," said Bon. "but it's worth a shot to look."

…

Just them went, Yukio and Shura were the first ones to enter. They split up, Bon, Shiemi, Izumo and Yukio went together and searched the bottom level, while Shura and the others looked on the other floors.

Yukio held his gun tight as he and his team searched empty rooms. They stopped at a door at the end of a long narrow hallway. It looked different than the other rooms, white and rusted. Yukio tried to look in it from the small looking hatch, but it was half covered and he couldn't see into it very well. Yukio glanced down at the door handle, there was a lock on it…none of the other rooms had locks on them.

Yukio aimed his gun at the door and shot. The lock busted and the room was free to enter. Yukio was shocked with what he found.

"Rin…" His voice trembled.

He raced to his brother who sat beaten in a chair.

"Rin!" He called.

He was very dismayed when Rin didn't respond.

"Come on!"

Yukio undid the restraints around Rin and helped his brother out of the chair. The others gathered around, Shiemi looked like she was about to break down any second.

Yukio felt his brother's pulse, his own heart racing. There was a slight heartbeat. Yukio released a sigh of relief.

"Rin…please wake up."

Yukio leaned Rin's body against his and gently slapped his cheek. He was enraged at the many lacerations bruises and blood that covered his brother's body…whoever did this would pay. Yukio's heart skipped a beat when Rin's eyelids cracked open.

"Rin…" his voice trailed off when he spotted tears in his brother's eyes.

"Yukio…you came…for me…"

"Yes…of course-"

"I'm…" Rin interrupted him. "…I'm…"

Everyone in the room watched silently as Rin tried to get out what he wanted to say. Izumi had a hand on Shiemi's shoulder, a slight comfort to the blonde girl, meanwhile, Bon watched, concern etched into his expression.

"Yukio…" Rin choked. "…I…"

Yukio chewed his lip when more and more tears began to fall out of his brother's eyes. Rin's injured hand gripped Yukio's shirt, and he made whimpering sounds as he cried.

"I'm sorry!" He cried. "I'm so…so…so…so…sorry…"

Rin's body shook as he continued to apologize. "…I know I…said…wrong things…I shouldn't…have…I'm…sorry-"

"Rin." Yukio wrapped his arms around his brother. "I'm sorry."

Whatever happened to Rin in the past four weeks must have been awful for the boy to cry so hard. He was sobbing into Yukio's shoulder, hugging his younger twin as tight as he could with his injuries. Yukio was of course as well, he was just shocked that he found his brother, nothing really comprehended.

Bon had taken the time to look around the room, examining the tools on the desk with disgust. It was obvious Rin had been tortured, but there were weapons here made for cruel torture. Izumo joined Bon and picked up a syringe.

"This is awful…" She murmured. "We should consider taking this with us."

Poor Rin…She thought.

"Why?" Bon wondered.

"If Rin was poisoned, it's best to test it so we can find a cure." She replied, "We wouldn't want him dying."

Shiemi knelt by Rin and Yukio, "Yuki, we need to get Rin to a hospital…"

"I know." Yukio nodded. "I-"

"Found this creep in the hallways!" Came a voice.

The four in the room turned towards the doorway, where Shura and the others were. She held a man tight, holding his arms behind his back. His hair was a dark shade of brown, his eyes were a fierce blue, he was tall and scars were lined around his neck. He sneered at the group and then spotted Rin, a smirk coming to his face.

"Hello devil child." He chuckled.

Rin whimpered when he made eye contact with the man, and scooted closer to his twin, fear shaking his body. Yukio watched Rin for a moment before looking up at the man. Rage filled his expression.

"Were you the one who did this to him…?" He growled.

The man's grin got larger, "Yes, it was I…hey, wait, you look familiar!"

The man examined Yukio for a moment.

"You must be Yukio Okumura!" He said suddenly. "I heard your name quite a lot when I spent some time with the brat you have for a twin."

Yukio glowered at the man, a glare that could make the fiercest men shake in their boots, but this evil man didn't seem bothered.

"My, you have the same eyes as your brother, and the same expressions, I guess twin really does mean something!"

Everyone in the dark and damp room had a cold stare towards the man. Shura snapped back into reality after she heard what this man was saying. She twisted his wrists in an awkward position, resulting in him releasing a surprised yelp.

"Watch the hands you slut." He barked.

Shura twisted his wrists again. "You have a lot of questions to answer."