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He was meant to speak again after that had happened to him. He found himself nodding his head as he looked at the camera again. At least he didn't need to pretend to cry since the other had hit him. Staring at the camera again he tried again as he said,"Daddy. I'm scared. I don't know who has me or where I am." Both of which were lies, but he couldn't say anything about it. "I do know is that they want money. Please dad, come save me."
((There is that more convincing. I was laughing when I was typing this because Toshiro doesn't say Daddy or Dad or any of the sort, at least not the one from Bleach, but it is an AU after all)). |
Adrian nodded, removing his hood and glancing at the boy as he clicked the camera off. "Good boy." He praised Toshiro as he would a dog. Without speaking again, Adrian lifted the camera, heading out the door. He shut it quietly, and a loud click revealed the lock sliding into place.
Without worrying about the boy, Adrian began preparing his dinner. The boat had a gps system that would alert the male if it moved off it's course. Adrian turned the music up a bit as he flipped the salmon. |
Toshiro narrowed his eyes when he heard the other male. He felt utterly distraught now. He had been prideful yes, and that pridefulness now made him feel weak like that of a newborn child. He followed the other male's figure out the door, and then he got up as he saw the door being shut. His heart sank though when he heard the sound of the lock on the door clicking shut. Kicking the door with his foot, immediately regretting it, he made his way back to the bed as he sat down, and tried to think of a way to escape. His stomach grumbled reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything since he had gone to bed. He could tell that it was rather dark outside, so he figured that it was either early morning or late in the evening after the sun had set.
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The assassin finished cooking, then sat down at the small table, also bolted down. He lifted up at laptop case, and quickly removed the alienware computer, opening it up and typing. After he hit the enter key, a screen appeared, a blond female beaming at him. "Celeste..." Adrian greeted his sister, before taking a bite.
The female was also eating, a custom they had. Eating dinner together. His sister was quite bubbling, going on and on about her day before she finally became serious. "So, our little friend in behaving?" Adrian shrugged. "If you'd like to call it that. He did what was needed." "So, we still have to kill him?" The female sounded a bit sad. Adrian glanced at the screen from his bowl. "Yes. We can't have any loose ends, and that ensures the second half of the payment. I won't do it until after we reached home, though. In case his father doesn't send the money, we'll need to make a final video." "Well, you should reach home in about seventy six hours. I'll have a guest bedroom prepared for the boy. I did some reasearch on him. Wanna see?" "No." Adrian stated simply, however, newpaper clippings popped up on his screen, covering the girl's face. "He doesn't smile, like in any of these photos. Isn't that funny?" She paused, but Adrian didn't answer, chewing. "He's a little rich boy, but he really doesn't seem to happy. And there's no sense of family ties. See how far away his father and him are standing here?" A picture zoomed in.Adrian sighed, typing. most of the windows vanished, though Celeste remained. "I don't want to hear anything about him, Ce-ce. He's a target. That's where it ends. I don't care about his life before his, and he'll have none after. Sleep well." His fingers pushed a few more buttons, and his pouting sister vanished, before the computer shut off. Adrian sighed, leaning back in the chair. |
Toshiro found himself wandering around the room again. He tried to do anything that would take his mind off of his current predicament. He remembered doing exactly what the other had asked him to do, and it still left a bad taste in his mouth. He remembered what he said to the camera. It was laughable really. Not exactly what he said, but probably his father's reaction to it. To say that his father loved money and his career than his own family was an understatement.
To his father Toshiro was an eye sore brought on by a rather drunken mistake. A mistake that his father had never truly lived down. To keep Toshiro's mother quiet he offered to marry her which in turn she immediately jumped at the chance. It wasn't every day after all that you got together with a rich politician. His mother now, wherever she may be, had all but abandoned the two of them, and that left his father's anger to go unchecked. He had been threatened many times with keeping the happy, perfect family facade when in the eye of the public, and he smiled when asked as well as posed for pictures with his father. He might as well have been replaced with a moving living doll when he was around with his father. Toshiro went and sat on his bed as the dark, lonely thoughts began invading his mind. He assumed that the other male would kill him, he had seen all of the movies, when he was done getting what he wanted. However, it scared him that he didn't quite mind it. It probably would be better off. His father would be able to not worry about his mistake of a son. |
(Mind if I do a mini skip?)
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((Go right ahead)).
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Toshiro was left alone for almost a full two days. The only time Adrian had entered the room was when he thought of the boy squatting in a corner to relieve himself. Unable to bear the thought of Toshiro marring his boat, he pushed a bucket into the room. Other than that, Adrian passed his days with caring for the ship, speaking with his sister, eating, and playing cards.
On the third day, however, he entered the room again, the camera in his hand, as well as a plastic ziplock bag containing a few pieces of bread. The bread was set next to the camera, and Adrian spoke again. "Behave, and you'll get some food and water. I'm going to hurt you, understand? I'm going to make you scream and cry for the camera, but as long as you obey me, this should be the last video." As he spoke, he was tugging on the hood, and pulled a small knife from his pocket. |
Toshiro had been left for two days all by himself. He was hungry, tired, and most of all he was thirsty. The other male had only come in from time to time to with a bucket so he could relieve himself. He figured that the other wouldn't want him going on his nice deck flooring, and he didn't want to either. It was degrading, but right now this is what he had to do. Toshiro had begin to lose track of the time, and he was only able to tell the time of day from the small porthole that let him see the outside world.
On what he assumed the third day he glanced up when he heard the door open. There was the man with what looked like a camera again. He was also carrying a small plastic bag with what looked like pieces of bread in it. His mouth instantly began to water. He found himself nodding as he glanced at the bread again. "Alright," he whispered out as he licked his lips since they were dry. He then froze, however, when he heard the other say that he was going to hurt him, and he let out a yell as he got off of the bed when he saw what the other male was holding. "P-Please stay away from me. I'll do what you want. Just don't hurt me," said Toshiro as he wedged himself into the corner of the room. |
"Save it for the camera." Adrian ordered, the motioned to the bed. "Lay down, boy. I've got a job to do. I need this paycheck..." Adrian turned to the camera, pressing a few buttons. The red light came on, and it started to whir. Adrian moved to the bed, stretching. He didn't want to speak on camera. Even with modifying his voice, someone could still revert it back to the normal sound.
Plus, a lot rode on this. His sister's ranch, his own home. It had been far too long between jobs. He couldn't really see working a normal job after doing this. He'd end up getting mad and killing his boss or something. |
Toshiro relaxed a little bit when he saw the other male place the camera on the nearby table, like he had done before. Turning his head to the camera he was momentarily distracted, and when he turned back the other male was already motioning for him to go to the bed. He didn't see the knife so he decided that it might be a little safer now. Moving his feet slowly he sat down on the bed. That bread was looking mighty tasty right about now, and if he was going to escape he would need all of his strength to get out.
Paycheck? The other male was worried about a freaking paycheck. Hell with him, Toshiro was worried about his life. He did feel a sting of sadness though. Since Toshiro was a diplomat's son he didn't have any wants or needs that were not fulfilled. He had used that to his advantage many times so that he wouldn't make a scene in front of the cameras. It was his father's politically career on the line after all. As he laid on the bed next to the other he could feel his breathing beginning to pick up as he felt tears begin to well at the corners of his eyes. Closing them he willed the tears to stop as he silently prayed that he would get through this alive. He had seen all of the movies. He was as good as dead. As soon as they got the money he would be killed and dumped somewhere, and there was plenty of water for that. |
Adrian had put his contacts in before entering the room, since the x's watched Toshiro move to the bed. Behind the mask, he was as expressionless as he felt. He waited until Toshiro was laying down before bringing the knife out once again, lifting it from his back pocket.
"Same as before." He hissed quietly. If the camera picked this part up, he could just cut his voice from it. "Beg for him to send the money, alright?" Without waiting for a response, Adrian twirled the knife, before bringing it down towards the boy's knee. |
Toshiro continued to lay on the bed wondering what the other was going to do to him. He knew from the various yakuza movies and the like that damaged goods weren't good goods at all. There was no way that the other was going to irreparably hurt him. He was wrong. Very wrong. Rolling over a little he found himself nodding, but then he saw a flash of silver. The knife was back. Letting out a cry as he saw it descending towards him he cried out,"Dad save me! Just give him the damn money!" He knew that he was acting cowardly right now, but he didn't much care.
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When Toshiro cried out, Adrian flipped the knife, so it was flat, just in case he couldn't stop his hand quick enough. He did, however. He shook his head, gripping the boy's arm, and jerking, his intent being to drag Toshiro from the bed. Did the male really think one little scream would be enough on this video? He took the gleaming item, nicking the boy's neck, just enough to make blood well up quickly.
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Toshiro let out a strangled sigh of relief when the knife stopped mere centimeters from his leg. He wasn't prepared for the other to drag him out of the bed, nor was he prepared to feel the knife drag lightly across his exposed throat. He would have rather gotten stabbed then get cut on his neck of all places. Throwing one of his hands to his neck he was expecting there to be a river of blood when he looked at it, but there was a small smudge. It wasn't big at all. He continued to struggle in the other male's grasp as he looked directly at the camera and said again,"Daddy please. I'm scared. Just pay the ransom. Please I beg of you."
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Adrian sighed again. This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted the man to look at the video and see his son blubbering and crying and begging. If he wouldn't pay the ransom for love of his son, maybe he would do it before it was released to the media. The tall male gripped the struggling boy's hair, shaking him. Again, he nicked the male, this time his ear, slicing a tiny flap into the lobe.
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Toshiro didn't understand. He was doing everything that the other male wanted. He was begging for him life. Telling his father to pay the ransom. What more did the other want. He let out another wail as he felt the knife slide into his ear. He felt blood, this time, begin rolling down the side of his neck. Closing his eyes tightly he let his body go slack as he said again,"Dad will pay the money. I know he will." He didn't know if he was saying it loudly to convince the other male, his father, or more imporatantly himself.
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Adrian stepped away, shutting the camera off. Good enough her supposed. "Maybe you just aren't a screamer, huh? Hopefully this will work, then, and we won't have to make anymore." He tugged off the hood, patting his ruffled hair down. "Let's get you cleaned up now."
He moved to the bed, and dug under it for a few minutes, before lifting out a first aid kit. He opened it with two loud clicks. Inside were most of the average items, excluding scissors and syringes for obvious reasons. The only sharp thing was a tiny needle. Adrian dug into it, before removing a packet with an iodine covered giant q tip. He opened the packet, before advancing towards Toshiro. His whole demeanor seemed to change from what it was moments ago. He wasn't gentle, but he didn't go out of his way to hurt the other male. He knelt, turning the boy's face. "This should help numb the area just a tad. Won't help completely..." He warned, wiping the tiny jab on the neck, before touching the ear, wiping downwards carefully. |
Screaming?! That's what the other wanted him to do? Well he could do that any time. How about when the other was sleeping. He could scream himself hoarse if that was what the other male wanted. He decided to file that information away for another time though. There was a time and a place for everything. As he stood there, blood still trickling down his neck he eyed the other male as he saw him go and turn the camera off. As soon as the camera was off it was as if the other's while demeanor had changed. Once the male was rough and tough, and now he seemed to be genuinely concerned about the other. He nodded his head when he heard that the other was going to patch him up a little bit. Sitting on the bed he glanced at the other as he said,"Why are you doing this? Is it the money? You know you don't have to do bad things to get money right?" Maybe he could reason with the other male.
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Adrian finished rubbing the iodine into the wounds, then took some gauze, removing the pad from the paper. "You're gonna feel a sting." He stated, as if he hadn't heard the other male speak. He placed the gauze under the boy' ear, pinching the lobe to help stop the bleeding.
Finally, he answered. "It not just the money. That's nice, and needed badly, but no, it's not all about it. That's none of your business, though. You just need to focus on these videos and hope your father does send the cash. Just dream about being safe and sound at home again, 'kay?" He paused again, removing the gauze for a moment. "Would you like your ear stitched up, or do you just want to leave it?" He questioned. Even though he'd kill the boy later, there was no reason Toshiro needed to worry about any of that, so Adrian would keep telling him he would go home and fix him up. After all, the only reason he needed to torture him was for the videos. |
Toshiro found himself wincing every now and again, but overall he was glad that the other was helping him. Not just the money? He knew that it wasn't his business to pry anymore than necessary, but he wanted to know why the other would turn to a life of crime. Toshiro slowly found himself nodding his head as he heard the other ask if he wanted his ear to be stitched. He turned his head to the side to give the other male more room to work with. Not to mention he would rather not have the other male not be able to stitch it correctly. As he was staring at the floor he let out a sigh. The more and more time that had passed meant the more and more time that his father was not carrying about him. Sure, he would appear on the outside to be doing everything possible to find his son, but Toshiro knew deep down that the other was just glad that he, the liability, was gone. "You know," started Toshiro. "He won't pay the money."
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Adrian paused in his efforts, before he continued to thread the tiny needle. "Why do you say that? My si-accomplice already sent some photos to me. You smile whenever it's obvious people are taking pictures of you two, but when you are just walking somewhere with him, or whenever you don't seem to notice a camera, you are always frowning. Even if he doesn't care about you, he cares about his image, doesn't he?"
He slid the needle into the boy's ear, and continued with the other side. "He won't be the only one who gets a copy of the tape. We'll be sending it off to quite a few news channels as well." ---------- Adrian paused in his efforts, before he continued to thread the tiny needle. "Why do you say that? My si-accomplice already sent some photos to me. You smile whenever it's obvious people are taking pictures of you two, but when you are just walking somewhere with him, or whenever you don't seem to notice a camera, you are always frowning. Even if he doesn't care about you, he cares about his image, doesn't he?" He slid the needle into the boy's ear, and continued with the other side. "He won't be the only one who gets a copy of the tape. We'll be sending it off to quite a few news channels as well." |
Toshiro listened to the other male. The other's words felt like hot molten steel being poured into open wounds. It hurt, it stung, but most of all it was true. He couldn't stand his outings with his father. He was basically a pawn to his father's will. He was a doll really. A doll that could be dressed up, and told what to say and how to act. He never had a free will when he was in the public with his father. "Of course I smile when people are taking pictures of me and my father," said Toshiro bitterly. "To be honest, and a son should never say this about their father, but I wouldn't care if he just died on the spot." He paused. "Of course he cares about his image. If you send it to the news channels and what not, of course there will be backlash from him, and it will get directed from him straight to me. Not because he had to pay the money, god knows he has a ton of it, but because it would have reflected poorly on his image."
As he continued to sit there thoughts of sadness hit him one after another. "Why don't you just get more tapes and videos and just be done with me. You will get your money, and then everything will just go back to normal right." He laughed bitterly. He thought that he would be scared of the other male, and the threat that he was probably going to die, but all he did was laugh. |
Adrian paused in his stitching, tying the thread as he mulled over the things Toshiro said. The boy showed his intelligence, and lack of hope. He sighed, putting the items away and closing up the kit. It was tucked under the bed before the assassin sat down, interlocking his fingers. "Look...you can think I'm as heartless as you want, to be honest, I don't care. I don't like the idea of your father being angry with you, but the fact remains, I need to do what I need to do. You, unfortunately, are simply a roadblock in my way...And to get through it, you've got to be eliminated."
"You talk like you know you won't be home, and I'm not fond of lying. I was trying to at least give you some hope, but yes. Once we receive the money, it will be my job to kill you. Then I will probably weigh down your body and let you loose into the ocean. If not, I'll have to grind you up and feed you to some pigs. The reason you aren't dead already is because my employer..." Here Adrian paused, though he hadn't been too kind so far, he tried to think of a way to state this kindly. There wasn't truly a way to do so, so the male pushed on, his voice soft. "If your father doesn't pay the money, even after we get the money, then we will make a snuff tape of you. That will be sent to the media. That way your father would still be ruined. He seemed to have some kind of soft spot for you, however, and said he wanted to spare you that embarrassment in your death." Adrian stood, a grabbed the camera and baggie, tossing the baggie on the bed. "There's some vitamins in there too, eat them. I'll be back with water for you..." He didn't leave right then, however, almost as if he expected something from Toshiro. |
Toshiro couldn't believe what he was hearing. Maybe he was better off not knowing that he was going to die. He stared at the other as he tried to think of something to say, but all there was was silence between the two of them. Sure he was scared that the other was going to discard him. Heck, who wouldn't be. He blanched though when he heard how the other was going to "get rid" of him. So wait they were going to humiliate his father even after they got the money. So why go through all of this trouble if it was to just defame him in name. Sure the money was a nice add on, but it seemed like the end result was the defamation of his father's spotless political career.
Biting his lower lip he glanced at the other male as he got a good look at him. Sure the other's eyes were a bit odd colored. He assumed that he was wearing some form of contacts, but what really got him going was the other's hair. It was two toned with white and black. He licked his lips as he mentally slapped himself quickly after. There was no way that he would be attracted to the other male. No way at all. Period. Toshiro eyed the bag of bread hungrily and grimaced when he heard that there were vitamins as well. His stomach rumbled and he leaned over at took the bag as he opened it. Taking out one of the pieces of bread he slowly nodded his head in response to hearing what the other had said. "Well clearly your employer doesn't think very fondly of my father, and I don't either," he paused as he giggled a little bit. "At least if I do die, then I will know my father deserved whatever he got." He then mentally added,"I also won't die being untouched either." It was a rather bitter, semi-sweet thought at he felt a blush beginning to creep up on his cheeks. |
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