Mizuki injected the syringe into Iruka's arms. He waited patiently until Iruka moaned, shoved back to awareness by the drug in his system. Dangerous, but effective; Mizuki wanted Iruka to be awake, to feel every moment of his punishment. He was hard again, and he was tired of stroking himself. It was time to take it to the next level…
"Pretty little bitch." He crooned as he lifted Iruka's legs and thrust into his body. Iruka screamed brokenly, the drug amplifying the pain. Mizuki laughed and laughed and continued thrusting, relishing every tear that slipped down Iruka's contorted face.
…
Kakashi thrashed; he was only half-aware, heavily sedated and half-dead with blood loss, but he knew. Have to save him. Have to find Ruka. Have to save him…
"Hold him down!" A voice snapped. He knew that voice. He didn't like that voice.
Someone grabbed his head and hissed into his ear. "Fucking calm down. I sent some professionals in; if he's still alive, they'll get him out."
Kakashi turned to face the voice. "Dnt trusht youu." He slurred.
"You don't have a choice." The Doctor said, stepping back. "Sedate him more."
Kakashi stared at the blurred, smiling face of the doctor as he lost consciousness.
…
"Where's Raidou? Iruka? Kakashi!"
Genma growled as the orderlies held him down, forcing an IV into his arm. "Idiot!" the white-haired man hissed. "They're here…calm down. Everything's fine."
"Liar…" Genma hissed back. Kabuto snarled at him, then shoved him hard. One of the nurses looked concerned; Kabuto snapped at her and she turned, her lips pressed together. "Get it through your thick skull. They're fine. Now fucking calm down before I hit you over the head and knock you out."
"Wanna see…" Genma mumbled. Fuck! What was in that IV?
"You will…soon." Kabuto said, looking satisfied. "Sleep, damn it."
…
Izumo shoved the door open, then gestured for Kotetsu to go. They were heading for Mizuki's last-known location; the idiot probably thought he was safe. They were betting on it. They were almost there.
Picking his way carefully over a pile of rubbish, Kotetsu paused to study the last door. He gestured for Izu to approach, then put his mouth-guard against Izu's helmet. "Locked. Have to burst in; ready?"
"Yeah." Izumo said, checking his gun again. "Let's do this."
…
Mizuki was laying next to Iruka's prone body, smoking a cigarette and talking to Iruka. "…never wanted it to be like this, you know. I love you. I really do. But you're so fucking stupid. I just wanted to take care of you, but you wouldn't let me. You wouldn't be a good boy and just fucking relax. So now it's down to this; I doubt you'll survive the night. But at least you know now, don't you?" He smiled and flicked his ashes onto Iruka's chest. Iruka was still breathing; shallowly, and he was staring blankly at the wall, but he was breathing. For now. "I suppose I'll feel bad about it later. I know I'll miss you…why couldn't you just behave?"
He finished his cig, then ground it out on Iruka's chest. Iruka didn't make a sound. Shifting, Mizuki parted Iruka's legs again. "I think another go round. Maybe two, and it'll be done. I'm sorry, baby." He said, sounding sincere. "This is too bad…"
He thrust into Iruka, moaning. Iruka didn't respond.
Suddenly the door flew open. Surprised, Mizuki spun around, but he wasn't fast enough. A metal-gauntleted fist caught him upside the head and he flew away from Iruka, slamming into the wall. Another punch knocked him out; he slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood.
"Fuck!" Izumo said, his voice tight. "Ko, we've got to get him the hell out of here if we're going to save him…he's fucking gone."
Kotetsu turned. Then he wished he hadn't. He'd been a professional merc for the last ten years; he'd started young, trained by his father. He'd seen some pretty nasty shit, killed a lot of people, but the sight of the broken, mutilated, pathetic boy stretched out on the floor was almost enough to make him throw up. His lips compressed, he turned back to the bastard that had done it, lifting his body with his hand. "Let's do this." He said flatly.
…
Three weeks later
Ibiki looked up when the door opened; Dr. Migaki stepped through, looking tired. The hospital was still in an uproar; not three days after Iruka had been mysteriously saved (and the dead, mangled body of Mizuki had been unceremoniously dropped off in front of the police station), charges had been suddenly brought up against Dr. Orochimaru by several of his fellow doctors. Serious charges; he'd been doing some heavy-duty shit for the last ten years, it seemed. His lover Kabuto was deep in it as well. The pair had disappeared; Ibiki hadn't bothered to look for him. It was a job for the FBI now. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew who had hired the professionals that had saved Iruka, and for that…
For that, I'm willing to give them a head-start.
"They're ready to see you now." Migaki said, smiling. "Thanks for waiting; we needed to get those final tests done."
"No problem." Ibiki said, rising. Akenai was already up, nearly wiggling. She had gotten to know them all pretty well in the last three weeks and she was excited to see Iruka ready to be released from the hospital finally. She'd threatened to throw a party; Iruka had begged her to reconsider. Ibiki rather thought she was still planning it, just…more quietly. She was pretty stubborn.
All in all, they'd gotten off lightly. Genma had been the easiest; a simple gunshot to the shoulder. Raidou had been darted; a fast-acting sedative. Kakashi was badly beaten and had lost a great deal of blood. And Iruka…
Ibiki's smile faded into a grimace. Iruka had been…well, it was almost a miracle he'd survived.
They opened the door. The room was huge and cheerful; sunlight streamed through the large windows. There were two beds. Genma and Raidou, both discharged already, were curled up on a chair, beaming at the two who were curled up on one of the beds.
They were greeted enthusiastically; Genma jumped up and kissed Akenai on the cheek, then grabbed Ibiki and treated him to the same. Raidou was more restrained; he hugged Akenai and shook Ibiki's hand. Kakashi held out his arms and got a hug from Akenai; Ibiki smiled and thumped his shoulder. Then they all turned their eyes to Iruka.
Iruka still looked like shit; even three weeks later, the markings were still clear, but he was smiling; the ghosts were dissipating. It helped that Mizuki was clearly, unmistakably dead. He was allowing Kakashi to hold him again; at first, he couldn't be touched at all. Ibiki, studying him, thought that he might just pull out all right.
"Hey." Iruka said softly. Akenai hugged him, and Iruka returned the hug. Then, turning, Iruka looked at Ibiki. And Ibiki sighed, thought what the hell, and hugged him too. Iruka smiled and returned the hug, patting the big man's back.
Akenai perched on the edge of the bed; Ibiki took the last chair. And in the circle of friendship and sunlight, they started the healing process. It was going to take time. But they could do it.
They had each other.
…
"Who's this one from?" Akenai asked. She was inspecting the flowers. "And this one?"
One of the flowers in question was a large bouquet; the other was smaller. One of them was signed, one was not. Ibiki frowned, taking the signed card away. "Well. Holy shit."
"What?" Genma asked, his eyebrows going up.
"It's signed 'The Brothers.'"
"No fucking way." Akenai said, her eyes widening. "You're kidding. That's who got Iruka out?"
After they'd explained it to the curious listeners, there was a moment's pause. Then, very slowly, Kakashi sighed. "I bet I know who the other's from."
"Orochimaru." Iruka said, laughing suddenly. "Bastard."
"Hope they get away." Raidou said suddenly. "Whatever they did, as far as I'm concerned, they deserve a bit of a break for this."
Ibiki sighed. Me too. But he couldn't say that out loud. Instead, he shook his head. "Have you ever considered a career in the police force?" he asked.
…
END