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Warnings: Swearing, sexual assault, violence.

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The old worn door flies open, sending debris and splinters anywhere as Asami and two constables storm out into the alleyway. He looks left, right, cursing when of course Yuri is nowhere to be seen. He's already made his escape. The detective's foot nudges something and he looks down, seeing a thick plank of mouldy wood that's splattered with blood and it sets his mind whirling. Just what happened here a few moments ago?

"He's gone. Why are you here?"

"Ah Detective Asami, we had an anonymous call - a sighting of the fugitive."

"A young mans voice by any chance?"

"Ano, I'm not sure. But I can find out for you, hold on a moment..."

Asami's expression darkens and he lights a cigarette while he looks around. waiting for the constable to come back to confirm what Asami already suspects to be true. He walks around the perimeter to look for any clue that could give away Yuri's direction of escape and sees something laying over in a shadowy corner -

"…Detective Asami - hai! It was a young man who called approximately fifty five minutes ago."

"Hn."

Asami walks over to the items, a faint line creasing his brow as he observes the new, clean and oh so out of place bowler hat.

"I though so…"

Asami squats down beside the black hat, his hand faltering for just a second just before he reaches out and traces finger tips along the rim as he picks it up, giving it a small sniff.

Akihito

His eyes fly wide, piecing the bloody plank of wood and the abandoned Bowler hat together before his eyes catch something else. Glimmering pieces of metal and glass. A smashed syringe.

He gets up quickly still clutching the hat as he turns to the policemen and fiercely demands for them to get a move on - they haven't got time to waste here.

"He's got Takaba - find him! Search every residence in edo if you have to…" He starts walking away, striding down the alleyway back to the street as he barks orders back to the officers. "...And send some men to meet me at the docks!"

As a constable goes inside to phone it in Asami sets off, failing at hailing the nearest motorcar to take him to the docks so he commandeers a carriage instead, the driver screaming at him from the pavement as the detective beats the reigns to make the horses go at full pelt - to the place the beast and his Akihito will most likely be. He hopes.

"Hya!"

'...Shit, Akhito that idiot - Yuri was in the special ops, of course he would subdue that kid easily.'

Asami had been tailing Yuri since three days ago but unfortunately had lost him and was unable to stop him from hurting the last victim. He's been staking out the place where the man has been sleeping since then but Yuri had only returned briefly today to change his clothes and shower. As he was covered in congealed, dried blood.

Asami curses himself, he regrets not telling Akihito about the mans background. He had been young, in the army when a young corporal had died nearly the same way as that kid, brutal rape and strangulation. No suspects. Yuri had first been an assistant to a delivery driver for the establishment, delivering clean bed linen in exchange for dirty which is what first peaked his interest into that place.

He had always carried a morbid fascination with the human body since he was young and how it's made in particular, but seeing the odd splatters of blood and semen decorating the crisp white sheets from the cadets that had used them appeared to him as Leonardo DaVinci's works would appear to a connoisseur of art. And it fuelled his fire.

He was bewitched and wanted to see what it would look like with pale alabaster skin as the canvas for his art. Thus when he was nineteen and finally in the army and a his kouhai had confessed to him, he saw that as his opportunity to finally explore the fine lines of life and death and pleasure and pain. But being raised in a strict catholic home he had always felt so guilty and conflicted about these desires.

But these beautiful creatures, their skin begs to be marked, these whores deserve to be spoilt and its an honour for them to be spoilt by him. Yuri.

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"Oi."

A large hand smacks the Doctor awake, his body already numb from cold and his own hands are bound above him, tied to a high beam under the 'Hiyugama fiching co's' boat ramp. It's still dark, around three AM and raining steadily and the tide is coming in. fast. He comes to, pain in his wrists and face as he looks up to Yuri groggily before the man smacks him again, making his lip bleed.

He leans in and licks the wound and kisses the boy roughly before biting his lips more viciously, the pain of the mans jagged teeth cutting into his tender lips deeply cause Akihito scream into Yuri's growling mouth.

The man rips the front of Akihito's shirt open and draws away, watching blood start to trickle down his pale chest, glistening in the moonlight.

'Beautiful, beautiful.'

Akihito kicks and screams at Yuri and thrashes around with as much effort as the weight of the water and the drugs in his system allow but the man punches him, finally ending any further attempts to break free and Akihito spits blood, groaning through the pain and ringing in his ears.

"Guh...it...it was you - the newest victims..."

"They deserved it. You deserve it..."

The freezing water washes around their thighs and Yuri thinks that he better get a move on lest the tide comes in before he has a chance to finish. He grabs the boys face roughly in a hand and presses his head into the seaweed covered I-beam. Whispering into the boys ear after a fierce bite to his neck.

"I'll make this quick."

Yuri flips Akihito around, now pressing his face into the cold, seaweed covered iron of the boat ramp and the boy can't help but sob with fear. He's never been so scared. He's shivering like crazy and wishing himself away from here.

He tries to kick behind him this time, though the water is so heavy now he can't land a hit on Yuri at all so he thrashes around like a cornered wild animal for some time. Yuri just watches on amusedly, the boy is not any kind of a threat to him so he lets the kid wear him self out, though not too much because he wants him to be concious when he finally ends it.

...When Yuri's moment really comes and he finally gets to see that light leave those feirce hazel eyes. He's hard just thinking about it.

Eventually Akihito's head sags against his left arm, breathing in the smell of the sea from his soaked shirt and he wonders at what point he lost his jacket and curses him self for trying to overpower such a giant. Yuri notes the defeat displayed throughout the boy's body language and he curses softly when he notices the water has crept up their legs a few more inches - he's wasting time.

He heres the faintest of whispers...

"A-Asa...mi..."

"That's right - call out for him. Cry for him while i'm pounding you...little slut."

Akihito hears tearing and feels a draft and splashes of water hit is bare legs and ass, he clenches his hands as he thrashes more violently now and shouts "NO! - No you bastard!" Trying in vain to free himself as Yuri busies himself with unbuttoning his fly and releasing his large, raw member. The man wades closer to Akihito and flinches when cold flecks of water splash onto his erect penis and savours the fact he'll soon be buried in the bloody, pulsing, searing heat as he fucks this whore raw.

Until the boy cries and begs for forgiveness for making Yuri sin. For being so tempting.

Akihito shuts his eyes tight and takes a shuddering breath, both from the prolonged exposure to the cold sea and air but also due to the thick leather belt slipping anound his neck and the equally think erection pressing at his entrance.

Yuri tightens the cold, wet belt suddenly as he attempts to ram into Akihito's unpreaped hole and holds his hip with crushing force - drawing a choked scream of terror from his captive. The salty water is now at the mens hips and it sloshes around chaotically while Yuri tries to roughly pound at Akihito's sore, unprepared entrance, blood still pouring from his lips as Akihito bites his arm in agony.

"No! Guh uh ARGHHH! NO!"

"Fuck, filthy - you're filth, little whore. You like this don't you? I'm going to choke you while I'm fucking you and you're going to love - little bitch."

Yuri tightens the belt just enough for Akihito's vision to falter, the man teasing him with the changing amounts of pressure and monitoring the air the boy's allowed to gulp in and choke down. Pain explodes upwards through his entire body as Yuri grabs at his slim body again roughly, still trying to ram in and enter the increasingly freezing boy, even as his member softens, the cold water having thoroughly drowned out his arousal.

"Fuck - fuck!"

The belt tightens around the Doctors neck some more, making Akihito's breaths choked and desperate and he feels a strong sense of relief when Yuri withdraws, pulling away as the cold water is too much to bear as it's now around their abdomens.

With an angry, unsatisfied growl, Yuri tugs the belt sharply, making Akihito's head fly back and spine groan under the pressure. His face is a teary, bloody mess and he glares at the bastard smirking down at him. Before he spits in Yuri's face.

"Mur-dering s-scum."

The man yanks Akihito's head further back making the boy yelp and he bites down hard on his pale, exposed neck, making him scream once more and cry out with a desprate sob. It feels like his throats been ripped out.

The man brings his bloody mouth down to the boys ear.

"You're going to stay here and rot."

He gives Akihito one last smile and smashes his head into the iron beam, knocking the Doctor unconcious immediately and causing him to hang limply from his restraints. Yuri doesn't look back as he wades out of the chest high water, he's ready to make his getaway and is glad he didn't take waste anymore time on that slut. It's started to rain so heavily while he was under the boat ramp he would have been a goner if he'd stayed any longer.

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Asami's horses pull up to the docks entrance, he has no idea just where the two could be and curses, hesitating for the first time in his life - if he goes to the wrong place and lets Yuri have Akihito for any longer than necessary - no it cant be too late - it can't be!

He storms forward through the rain, to he area of the first crime scene is the only place he can think to check - he never gets flusterd, never. And yet right now all he can think is

'if anything has happened to Akihito - I'll kill Yuri - I'll kill him with my bare hands!'

He rushes to the scene, freezing as he spots the bloody, blond beomouth walking up from the stoney, littered shore through the thick wall of rain and his steps quicken, falling into an almost run before he launches himself on Yuri, the pair crashing to the cold wet ground -

"Where is he?! Where is Akihito you son of a bitch?!"

He punches the man once, subuing him under his own body as he shakes the psychopath roughly by the collar as he laughs brokenly, blood seeping out of his nose and mingling with the Doctors blood that still lingers on his lips before it gets washed away with the rain.

"What have you done with him? Where is he?!"

"Hmm well I don't know. I'll tell you this though - He was a lousy fuck. I didn't even come."

Asami punches the laughing man again, a distinct crack signalling the fracturing of Yuri's cheek bone but even with that he still continues to goad Asami - trying to buy his freedom even as his face swells impossibly.

"...Why are you wasting time with me and not running to the little slut. It'll be too late...He was calling for you y'know but…now, he can't talk at all, anymore."

He laughs again this time louder as Asami looks up in alarm, seeing that the tide is coming in. Fast. the rain is coming down so hard and its so dark he cant see too far ahead.

"Shit."

The man laughs into the night, cackling as he senses Asami's resolve.

'He'll have to let me go - and when he does I'll snuff him out.'

Asami sees red and releases a furious feral growl as he grabs the mans neck, the arms under his knees flinch immediately and try to break free as the detective squeezes down impossibly hard on the pulsing, muscular column. A loud snap is heard, then nothing but the relentless pouring of rain and a dull thud as the body under him falls limply to the ground.

He gets up quickly, no time for remorse as Asami rushes down the bank while stripping his long trench coat on the way. The rain is falling thick and fast and he hopes with all his being Akihito is alive as he charges into the violent waters. His body tenses up and he gasps uncomfortably as he runs into the unruly waves, it's below freezing now with winter fast approaching and he races forward looking under the boat ramp for signs of -

Up ahead, a familiar mop of hair catches his eye as it glistens in the moonlight and he swims through the water to where Akihito is, unconscious and head bobbing in the water as luckily its only his wrists that are still bound. Blood though, is still seeping from the lacerations and his face a swollen mess and Asami wants to murder Yuri all over again.

"Akihito!"

Asami grits his teeth, battling through the torrent of water fighting against him as he finally reaches the young doctor and grabs his face roughly, keeping it above the water as his free hand fumbles with the well tied restraints.

The man curses, giving up on trying to untie the wet rope thats formed into army grade knots by hand and reaches down and back, pulling the knife from his ankle strap to finally sever the thick rope at the boys delicate wrists, releasing him and throwing the light, limp form over his shoulder. He wills himself not to panic as he hauls them both back up the bank and out of the water.

Akihito's clothes are in tatters and he doesn't feel him breathing.

He drops the Doctor down on the pebbly bank as soon as they are out of the water, next to his abandoned coat and puts his ear to Akihito's mouth, unable to hear the faint breaths over the pounding of the rain. He smacks Akihito's chest, hoping to drive out any water from his lungs and the boy coughs out flemmy water and opens his eyes for a second - prompting Asami to cradle the boys face before the boy closes his eyes again. Too exhausted to fight.

"Akihito, hang on."

He grabs his coat, throwing it over the boy and scooping him up to rush up the bank and back to the horses and carraige, passing the body of Yuri and a while later the police who have just arrived at the scene - and who are looking around confused as they see Asami stride along the dock towards them.

"Yuri's dead, his body is a few minutes that way - I'm taking the Doctor to the hospital!"

The detectives and lower officers stare at Asami as he lays Akihito in the carraige as gently as he can while he's shivering violently himself. Detective Eiji steps forward -

"Hey - that's! - What happened to him?!"

"Yuri."

"And wheres he? - What happened to Yuri? Asami!"

"I said. Dead. You can find me at Hayaga clinic."

And with that Asami gets onto the drivers seat and whips the reigns hard, making the horses haul ass to the hospital, seven miles away. His only hope is that Akihito keeps on breathing and the wet coat keeps his shaking body warm enough to stave off hypothermia.

The carraige rattles, wood groaning as it races through the empty streets of edo getting closer and closer to the small, closed for the night hospital. It's a bumpy ride and with each particularly harsh bump, he hopes Akihito hasn't fallen off of the plush bench.

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Thirty minutes later, he pulls up to the building and jumps down from the drivers seat, finally letting the horses take a breath. He grabs Akihito from the cabin, holding him close while he slides open the shoji door to the clinic and foregoing removing his shoes while he rushes through the small building and shouts for the sensei.

Eventually an elderly man wearing a modest kimono turns the corner, at first looking to hush the intruder and beat them with his cain if necessary but upon seeing two sorry looking, dripping men he rushes forward and ushers Asami into a small medical room, shooing him away as soon as Akihito is placed on a bed.

"Misumi! Misumi come at once!"

"H-Hayaga-sensei?!" The nurse turns the corner and stills, slapping her hands over her mouth with an "Oh my!" upon seeing the pale blue, lifeless form laying on the bed and the soggy, scowling and heavy breathing man looming over him.

"Misumi - take this man to a room and get him some clothes will you? And a nice cup of tea..."

"H-hai..."

Asami's eyes go positively wild as he turns on the old man and practically roars.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Oh? And just what can you do for him here, you look like you're about to drop dead. No, you will go with Misumi-chan and get warmed up. now shoo!"

Asami looks once more at Akihito, his lips blue and body a ghostly white as he lay there unconscious. He allows himself to be steered out of the room as he eyes the doctor remove the coat from Akihitos stone cold body, tutting upon seeing the state he's in...

All he can do now is wait and hope for the best.

He is taken to a room of his own and Misumi asks whether he has also obtained any injuries before asking him about the patients information.

The young woman leaves a set of fresh clothes, a kimono and fundoshi for Asami and returns minutes later, knocking and entering with a cup of tea which she leaves on a small table beside the bed and urges him to rest, they will let him know of the patients condition soon.

"...And you should drink the tea. Hayaga-sensei's orders after all...You'll feel a lot better."

She leaves and Asami snorts - yeah right! He'll feel better when Akihito is -

"Shit."

Asami sits back and bites his fist. Damn. Damn this for happening.