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So, considering most fanfics I read lean more towards the suffering of Mika, or both Mika and Yuu, I thought it would be fun to mix it up a bit and have Yuu being the main object of suffrage in this fic. Does that make me sound like a sadist? Probably. Do I give a fuck though? Absolutely fucking not.

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"Yuu-Chan, come on," Mika said from the other side of the door. I sighed and got up from the bed, where I'd been sitting, staring off into space for the past twenty minutes. I went outside to find Mika, already wearing his costume, waiting for me. He turned when the RV door slammed shut behind me, looking concerned. "What's wrong?" He asked upon seeing the sad look in my eyes that he was able to see despite the smile on my face.

I sighed, dropping the fake smile and looking down at my boot-clad feet. "Nothing, just thinking about my mom again. I'm worried, I hope she's okay."

I hadn't seen my mother in years, since Mika and I were kidnapped at the age of twelve on our way home from school. We had been forced to take singing and dancing lessons until we had pretty much mastered both. Now we were made to perform songs our kidnapper had written. He was a terrible man who got his kicks from trying to break us, well me mostly seeing as there wasn't much more he could really do to Mika. If we messed up during a concert, he'd beat us. He'd managed to convince Mika that he was a monster, incapable of being loved, and I hated him for it. I hated him for hurting him.

I was broken out of my thoughts by Mika placing his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure she's fine," He tried to reassure me, but to no avail. When I didn't immediately smile and agree with him he went to say something else, but cut himself off as he saw something over my shoulder. "Yuu-Chan, watch out!" He said and I turned around just in time to be smacked in the face by a wooden cane. I stumbled back in surprised shock and was caught via my arm by Mika, who glared at the angry man in front of us.

"Get dressed! You go on in five minutes!" Alastair yelled before hurrying away.

"You okay?" Mika asked in a panic, searching my face for any sign of injury. I had a busted lip, but that was about it.

"I'll live," I said with a sigh and hurried back inside to change. I came back out about three minutes later to find Mika still waiting outside, we wore matching outfits, except his was white and mine was black. We wore fancy long sleeved button up shirts with gold decorations here and there and matching pants, along with boots. I hated these stupid costumes. They were uncomfortable and very... out there. I knew Mika hated them too, they made him feel self-conscious, so I never said anything about it, in fear that it would only make it worse.

"We'd better hurry up before he gets mad again," Mika said, grabbing my hand. He was terrified of Alestair, not that I blamed him after all he'd put us through. I on the other hand just flat out hated the bastard. Sure he treated me worse than Mika as of late, but that didn't bother me, I just hated it when he hurt Mika.

***Time Skip brought to you by a lazy author***

The concert was over, Mika had disappeared momentarily, probably going off to the bathroom so he didn't have to see me being beat after massively fucking up one of the songs when I forgot the lines. I didn't even flinch when I was slapped across the face. "Why do you insist on doing these things?" Alestair asked in a bored tone, "do you like being hit?"

"Oh, but it's been so long, I'd've thought you'd realized by now; I don't give a damn what you do to me," I said with a shit eating grin on my face, bad move on my part. I was smacked in the side of the head by his cane. "As long as you don't touch Mika, I'm fine with being beaten," I whispered, still grinning.

"Is that so?" he asked, and I realized, too late, that I most definitely should not have said that. The grin fell from my face. "Then if you mess up again as badly as you did today, I'll kill your precious Mika," He said, a satisfied look taking over his featured at the horrified look that I knew I had to have been giving him in that moment. He'd finally managed to hurt me, and he knew it. With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room. I stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened before I felt a tear slip from my eye and roll down my cheek.

"Yuu-Chan?" I heard Mika's voice from a few feet behind me before he grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me to face him. A look of shock and puzzlement overcame his features for a moment before he grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the RV, all the while I was holding back tears. Once we were safely back inside, he pulled me into his arms, and I broke down in tears. He didn't seem to know what to say or do, which wasn't surprising since this was the first time I'd broken down like this since we'd been here. I hadn't allowed anything that bastard said to get to me before now, but he threatening to kill Mika if I fucked up again was too much for me to handle. Mika was all I had, he was my everything. I wouldn't be able to handle losing him, and Alestair knew it.

It took a long time for me to stop crying, but once I had I was exhausted. I wanted to crawl under the covers and sleep for the next week. But Mika had other idea's, he felt it was a good idea to talk about what had happened, I disagreed. "Yuu-Chan... what did Alestair say to you?" He asked hesitantly.

"I don't wanna talk about it," I quickly insisted, swallowing the feeling of nausea that threatened to make me throw up my dinner.

"It'd be better for you to talk about it, I think. I can't-" he broke off as I bolted off the edge of the bed and into the tiny bathroom on the other side of the RV. I dropped to my knees on the floor and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.

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I'd never seen Yuu react this way to anything that Alestair said to him. He'd rarely even been unnerved by the man's words, but this time was different. His hands shook as he sat on the bed next to me, as I tried to convince him to talk about it. I was mid-sentence when he suddenly bolted to the tiny bathroom the two of us shared, he hadn't bothered to close the door, so I could hear him vomiting. I got up and rushed into the bathroom, to find him on his knees on the floor, clutching the edge of the toilet bowl, with his head leaning over it as he threw up. I walked over and placed my hand on his back, rubbing small soothing circles.

It wasn't the first time I'd had to do this, since he was deathly afraid of small spaces and being in the cramped RV for extended periods of time often led to panic attacks, which would end in much the same way. But this was different, it was triggered by something completely different, and he refused to tell me what.

Once he had calmed down enough to get off the floor, we left the bathroom and went back to sitting on the bed. "Are you alright Yuu-Chan?" I asked after a few moments of unnerving silence.

"N-no," he managed to say through gritted teeth. He was staring at the wall with a mixture of rage, fear, and something else I couldn't quite place. "I'm scared Mika," he admitted. I was shocked, he hadn't said that to me since the night we were taken.

"I want to help you, but I understand why you don't want to tell me what he said," I told him.

He looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. "Thank you Mika, for trying to help me, but there's really nothing you can do, even if I did tell you," he informed me with a sad look in his eyes. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help him so badly, but if he didn't think I could, I guess there was nothing I could do.

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We were supposed to perform in two minutes, but I couldn't find Yuu anywhere. He seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth. At least that's what I thought until I was informed by one of the stagehands that he was in the bathroom, looking rather pale. When I opened the bathroom door, I found him standing in front of one of the sinks, hands clutching the edge of the counter in a death grip as he stared at himself in the mirror.

"Yuu-Chan?" I asked hesitantly and he jumped, obviously not noticing I was there until then. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve before turning to me with an obviously fake smile plastered on his face. "You don't have to pretend in front of me," I told him and the smile vanished, replaced by a frown that seemed to have etched itself into his very being. Something occurred to me in that moment. "Since when are you afraid of performing?" I asked, tilting my head to the side in confusion.

"Since yesterday," he mumbled as I walked closer to him. He looked down momentarily, eyes locking on the watch on his wrist and he straightened suddenly. "Shit, we were supposed to start two minutes ago," he said, before hurrying out of the bathroom, with me right behind him.

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The concert was over, we did a better job than yesterday, so I figured Alastair would let it slip, but I was wrong it seemed. He grabbed Yuu by the wrist after the crowd had gone and we were about to hurry back to the RV.

"I thought I'd gotten through to you yesterday, but then you show up late? Do you want me to do as I promised I would?" He yelled and Yuu's eyes went so wide I thought they'd pop out of his skull at any second.

"No, please! I'm sorry! You did get through to me!" Yuu said in a panicked voice.

"Apparently not well enough!" He shouted, causing Yuu to flinch and seemingly curl in on himself. Alastair pushed him to the side, where he was grabbed by a rather large stature man that I'd never seen before. "Hold him there, make him watch," he told the man before he grabbed hold of me.

"NO, PLEASE!" Yuu screamed as Alastair brought his cane down on my back, causing me to cry out in pain. He continued to beat me until my legs gave out and I fell to the floor, groaning in pain. The whole time this was going on, Yuu was crying and screaming at him to stop, begging him to beat him instead, but he wouldn't listen.

I saw Alastair walk over to Yuu, roughly grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at him. Yuu's eyes were red and puffy from the tears that were still flowing out of them in seemingly endless streams, and his eyes were filled with so much pain that for the first time since we'd gotten here, I wanted to murder the bastard. I wanted to tear him limb from limb and leave him as an example of what would happen to anyone who dared hurt Yuu. "Consider this a warning," Alastair said before motioning for him to be released and leaving to the room.

The moment Yuu was released, he ran to me, dropping to his knees beside me on the floor and gathering me into his arms. He was sobbing uncontrollably and there seemed to be no end to his pain.

"Yuu-Chan, I'm okay," I tried to reassure him, but all he did was look down at me and sob a little harder.

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I had calmed down enough to help Mika to the RV and patch up his wounds before collapsing on the bed and crying some more.

I woke up with a splitting headache and a sore throat. I didn't remember falling asleep. I sat up to see Mika still laying beside me, sleeping. I smiled sadly before climbing off the bed, careful not to wake him. I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible, my eyes were red from crying, my face was still stained with tears, and my hair was sticking up all over the place, I looked dead, to say the least.

I decided to shower before Mika woke up, I didn't want him to see me like that, I was already worrying him enough as it was, I didn't need him to worry anymore, especially not in his current state. When I came out of the bathroom, Mika was sitting up in bed, rubbing his shoulder with a pained expression on his face. This is all my fault. I couldn't help the thought, I knew it was true anyway.

"Ah, Yuu-Chan, there you are," he said upon seeing me watching him from the bathroom doorway. "We need to talk about last night," he said. Straight to the point as always. I almost snorted until it registered in my mind exactly what he wanted to talk about.

"Please no," I said, squeezing my eyes shut and hoping that when I opened them, the whole situation will have disappeared, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I opened my eyes when I felt him place his hand on my shoulder.

"We really need to, you can't just keep all this bottled up, it'll destroy you," he said. I knew he was right, but that didn't mean I liked it.

"Fine," I squeaked, before clearing my throat and saying it again, more clearly this time. I waited for him to speak again, and when he didn't, I looked up to find him staring at me with a worried look in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" is all he said as he took a step forward and wrapped his arms around me in a bone-crushing hug.

"You saw what happened when you tried to get me to tell you before, just thinking about it terrifies me. Besides that, I wanted to try to deal with it on my own, I didn't want to burden you with my problems when you already have so many of your own," I told him.

"I appreciate that I really do, but I can't stand to see you hurting, it pains me to see you in so much pain. If you'd only told me, maybe I could have lessened it at least a little," he said pulling back just far enough to look me in the eyes. "I mean really? Threatening to hurt me just because you messed up the song? That's low, even for him."

Oh, he hasn't realized the extent of the threat. I thought. "He didn't just threaten to hurt you," I said it so quietly that for a moment I wasn't sure if he'd heard me or not. Then his eyes widened suddenly as if he finally understood.

"He told you he'd kill me," It was more of a statement than it was a question, but I nodded anyway. He looked furious. "I'll kill him!" He yelled, but he didn't move to do so as he heard me sob quietly but instead stayed right where he was. "Later, I'll kill him later," he corrected, and I buried my face in his chest, crying until it seemed I'd run out of tears.

Once I'd calmed down again, I pulled away from him and sighed, sitting down in a chair that sat in the corner and bringing my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, and burying my head in my arms. I was finally ready to have an actual conversation about the problem at hand, at least I thought so until I actually started talking and my throat closed up.

"I'm so scared that I'll mess up a song again and he'll kill you, especially after last night. Before, I was hoping that it was just an empty threat, but now that I know for a fact that it isn't, I'm even more terrified," I told him.

"That's not going to happen," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. I wanted to believe that, I really did, but after what happened last night I couldn't. The good thing was that we wouldn't be performing for a few days while we were traveling.

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Well, that was pretty dark and horrible. (I'm a terrible person)Is it bad that I kinda had fun writing it though? Probably. I'm a little messed up. I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Uh, bye?