Nightclub at Daytime

[tacuma]

Title: Nightclub at Daytime
Writer: tacuma811 
Pairing: Perfect Pair
Chapter: 1/40 (probably)
Genre: AU, romance, angst, crime
Word count: 2131 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis

IMPORTANT! This story is my NaNoWriMo story from 2010. That means it's gonna be long, contain a lot of useless fillers, it has facts that are not true, there will be total bullshit and most important it is NOT beta-ed! So there will be mistakes! But I don't want anybody to beta a crappy 60000 words fic XD;;

If you're still not scared you can read now.

Chapter 1

Fuji Syuusuke lay in the dark. His arms and ankles were tied with ropes that hurt his skin. He could either sit or lay down. Standing was impossible, let alone walking. He couldn't even crawl. He didn't know where he was. It was pitch dark and he couldn't see a thing. Around him he could feel cold metal bars, it felt almost like a cage. The floor was dirty and the whole place smelled old and rotten. All Fuji knew was that he couldn't get out of here on his own and that he was thirsty.

They, who ever they were, had given him water, but that had been long ago. Too long ago. Because the lights had been too bright when they had come to give him water, he hadn't seen where he was, nor had he seen the men that had fed him. They had forced food into his mouth and had tried to force it down his throat by giving him lots of water after every bite. He had almost chocked, but they had only laughed at that. His shirt was wet which made it even colder.

Fuji didn't know how long he had been here. He had tried to sleep, but the floor was hard and the pain in his arms and legs had prevented him from getting some rest. Now and then he had dozed off, while leaning against those metal bars, but it never lasted long. The pain, the thirst or the sounds of rats had woken him up every time. He was exhausted and wanted this nightmare to be over.

He tried to remember how he got into this situation, but he couldn't really remember much. Only vague little parts.

It was then that suddenly the lights were switched on again. Fuji closed his eyes at the sudden brightness. He shielded his eyes with his hands. He heard voices and footsteps coming closer. He was roughly pulled on his feet and felt how the ropes around his ankles were cut. Fuji wanted to ask for water, but no words came out of his mouth.

'Walk!' sounded the command from one of the men. Fuji tried, but his legs felt like jelly. It felt like he hadn't walked for weeks. He stumbled and would have fallen if not one of those men would have grabbed his shoulder. He felt two people holding his arms and almost dragged him away from his prison.

Fuji's whole body felt stiff and he had a hard time moving his legs in time with the quick pace of the others. His eyes slowly got used to the light and he could see the hands of two gigantic men around his arms. There was no way he could escape from them. Around him all walls were gray and he didn't see any way out, except the door they walked through.

They entered an empty parking lot. The place was dimly lit and completely empty, except fro two big black cars and four men in black clothes waiting there. Fuji didn't recognize any of them.

He was dropped next to one of the four men. Fuji's legs were too weak and as soon as those men let him go, he fell down on his knees. He didn't dare to look up. He felt four pairs of eyes watching him. Fuji didn't even try to stand up, he was just waiting for another command. He wanted to cry, but no tears came out of his eyes.

One of the men in front of him spoke.

'I told you to treat him well. I told you so many times they're useless to me if they're like this! He can't even stand on his own two feet!'

The voice sounded strict. Fuji looked at the man. His shoes were black and nicely polished. Those were definitely expensive shoes. When he looked higher he saw a pair of black paints and a jacket in the same colour. It fitted so well that it had to be made especially for him. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the shirt and the black tie completed the perfect outfit. Fuji was afraid to look at the other's face, but his curiosity won. Brown hair, wild, but in a neat way. A strong jaw line and rimless glasses. For a second their eyes met. Fuji shivered. It felt like those hazel eyes pierced through him.

Then he spotted two golden rings, one at each hand. He wanted to gulp, but his throat was too dry. This man was a yakuza, and not low ranked either. An important person of the Japanese mafia. He would be sold to a yakuza. That could only mean one thing. He would have to work as a slave. Or worse, a sex slave and this man didn't look like he was kind to the people who worked for him.

Behind the man with the piercing eyes stood two others. They were completely dressed in black as well, but they weren't wearing suits. They were wearing heavy boots and black jeans, a simple t-shirt and leather jackets. Even their hair was black. But the most impressive thing about them were their muscles. They had broad chest and enormous arms, like the men that had took him out of his prison. Fuji bit his lip. There was no way he would ever be able to escape this fate.

'…and he is good looking,' said the man who stood next to Fuji.

Those words woke Fuji up from his thoughts of escaping again. He was really going to be sold. The man that was selling him didn't look as impressive as the one in front of them, but he was obviously powerful. The two man behind him lifted him up his feet again. They must be lower ranked yakuza, who had to help their bosses out. Even though they treated him roughly, he was glad they helped him. He still had no strength in his legs.

'How long did he stay here?' asked the man with the hazel eyes.

'Not that long,' answered the other. 'Only three days.'

Fuji thought about the things the man had said. He was here for three days. He had lived on only a little food and a little water for three days. He felt a hand on his chin that lifted his face, so the others could see it. He casted his eyes downwards, not daring to look into those piercing eyes again.

'He looks like crap,' said the man. 'I take him with me, but only because I bothered to come all the way here. If you don't treat them better next time, you can take me off your list with clients. Give them proper food, water and don't bind their hands with ropes. I need them to look better than this. Now I have to spend time and money to let him heal. He is not useful the way he is now.'

For a moment Fuji feared they would kill him. If he wasn't of any use they would try to get rid of him. He had seen too much. When the two men in black approached him his breathing got heavier. He started sweating and tried to back away. But the two others were still holding his arms, so he couldn't go anywhere. The two in black dressed guys took him from the others. They waited until the two bosses had finished their business. They spoke softly, so none of the others could hear them. They exchanged things, Fuji thought it was money, before they nodded at each other. The man who had just sold him stepped in one of the black cars, together with his underlings. Fuji was dragged to the second car.

One of the men in black sat down behind the wheel, while the other pushed Fuji on the backseat and sat down beside him. Their boss sat down on the front seat. They left the parking lot and drove through the streets of a city. Fuji didn't know if he was still in Tokyo. The last thing he remembered that he was in Tokyo, but by now he could be in a completely different place. Until he noticed Tokyo Tower. He let out a sigh, almost of relief. He was still close to home. Somehow it made him feel less scared.

They drove through streets where people were walking around. It was slowly getting dark, but there were still a lot of people outside. The windows of the car were tinted, so nobody could see Fuji. Even if he would try to catch the attention of by passers, they wouldn't see him.

The three yakuza were silent while they drove. None of them spoke. Fuji thought it was because the two guys in black had to show respect to their boss. They probably weren't allowed to talk directly to him, unless he ordered them to do so.

It surprised him when the guy next to him handed him a bottle of water. Fuji's hands were still painful and stiff, so he couldn't take it. The man, he had spiky hair, held the bottle for him, so he could drink. Fuji rubbed his red wrists. They had bled on some places, because of the ropes. He carefully took the bottle himself and was glad he didn't drop it.

Fuji drank and drank and drank until the bottle was empty. He had been more thirsty than he thought. He looked at the empty bottle and felt guilty. Maybe he wasn't allowed to drink the entire bottle. Maybe he was only allowed to take one sip. Apologetic he looked at the spiky-haired guy, but the other had a smirk on his face. He took the empty bottle, put the lid on it and threw it in the back of the car. He didn't utter a word.

Fuji felt better now he drank a little. He turned to look outside again. They were still in Tokyo. They didn't go to the highway, they wouldn't leave the city. They drove through small streets and passed offices, clubs and houses. They drove for half an hour until they parked the car in front of a few buildings. The boss with the piercing eyes took keys from his pockets and opened a door. The spiky-haired guy guided Fuji into the building. It was dark inside and there were sounds of voices.

They walked up white stairs, through an empty hallway. Fuji had less trouble with walking. He legs still felt weak, but he managed to walk on his own, without the help of the others. The voices got louder and there was also music playing somewhere. The walls in the hallway were white as well and there were different doors on both sides. All doors were closed. At one of the doors they stopped. Fuji didn't see anything special about it, but the spiky-haired guy opened it with a key. He switched on the lights.

The room had light blue walls and dark blue curtains in front of big windows. There was a desk, a closet, but most importantly, a bed. Fuji panicked when he saw the bed. The room didn't look like it was made for a slave or a sex slave, but if there was a bed, anything could happen. The spiky-haired guy smiled at him.

'Just make sure you get some sleep,' he said and he handed him the keys. 'You can lock the door from the inside if you want.' With that said he walked away.

Fuji didn't understand what was happening. He was sure they were trying to trick him. He entered the room, locked it behind him and looked around, but there was nobody there. He looked out of the window. He was on the second floor, it was impossible too escape from there. If he would jump, he would be dead. So instead Fuji closed the curtains. He carefully lay down on the bed, still looking around, waiting for something to happen.

'Maybe they want me to get stronger and look better,' he muttered to himself. They had said he looked bad and that they couldn't use them the way he was now. They would probably let him grow stronger and then use him. He lay his head down on the pillow. He had to find a way to escape before he got strong enough for them. Maybe he shouldn't take the food and water from them. Or maybe he should. If he never grew stronger they might get rid of him.

Fuji couldn't think straight anymore. Everything was so confusing. Things suddenly changed so much and he was tired, so tired. He closed his eyes and within seconds he was fast asleep.

To be Continued

Comments

[speadee.livejournal.com]

It's good you were able to write a PoT fanfiction for NaNoWriMo 2010.

The fic exchange was taking place at pot_carnival, as I mentioned in one of my latest entries. I'm not sure if you remember when I mentioned it either through e-mail or in your past posts. The receiver wanted a dark side on the Golden Pair, most likely an abusive relationship. However, I had it be a fight due to misunderstanding instead.

I think it would be nice for people to see your books. People should read more books instead of watching TV or movies.

Many Asian cultures put a high priority in education, so parents will push their children to do well in school and become doctors, engineers, or some other related field. While it's good to be well-educated, I think it's overdo, especially when people have different strengths and weaknesses.

[tacuma811.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I hope it's not as bad as I think it is XD;;

Oh, now I remember! I remember you talked about it. It's been a long time. Also read your entry, but I'm not a big fan of golden pair or any of the other pairings, that is why I forgot I guess.

They should (I should to XD)

I think kids should do what they like and what they wanna do the rest of their lives. Forcing them to do something will not work out the way you want to.

[speadee.livejournal.com]

I don't think it would be that bad. You have written many good fics, so I doubt your NaNoWriMo fics would be bad.

It's all right. There are too many things to remember. As I said, I might turn it into a chapter fic if I have time, and can get my ideas together. That is one reason why I had characters talking a little about Tezuka/Fuji. Right now only the Golden Pair got together, but if I'm going to turn it into a chapter fic, the pairs will get together in this order: Akustu/Kawamura, Emerald Pair, Ah-Un Pair, and finally Tezuka/Fuji.

It's been shown countless times that forcing people to do something they can't do will only make things worse. Unfortunately, some people seem to deny that. I remember some of my college classmates had to change their majors without telling their parents because they want them only to go to medical school.

[tacuma811.livejournal.com]

Nano is so much more difficultl, because you have top reach the goal, no matter what

Yay, then it will have Tezuka and Fuji together! That would be so nice. I would like it then XD

I can understand them, but without telling them it's not good. At least tell them. They have the right to know