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Trapped
by Ran Mouri

Author's Note: DARK.... well Duh' it's for the dark fic week .... well this is the darkest I can muster at the moment, Hana torture and ANGST!! *Dances* oh and mentions to rape and Deathfic, Cool ne? Anyway I got to know the week thing and since darkfics have been fueling my mood lately *looks at her Gravitation and Digimon fics and shudders* This is not like the challenge and all but I thought it would be a good idea to get up the frustration and darkness.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked Slam Dunk wasn't mine, let me see again *looks* Hmmmm no! Still not mine TT

The club was mildly crowded, compared with other times he had been there, but the dark haired man felt happy anyway, he hadn't been there on what? A year and a half? Probably. His job was taking the best of him, and the boss was a pain, but the pay was really good. As he walked over the booths looking for a place to sit, his smile widened, most of the staff working there were already friends of his, an most greeted him with a wide smile, he had missed that smiles.

"Kyota? Nobunaga Kyota?" A voice startled him, he turned quickly to find himself face to face with a very familiar tanned face.

"S..... Maki-sempai?" He blinked, his captain was here? On the club? Who would have guessed. He walked to Mai's booth and sat with a wide smile on his face.

"How are you kiddo?" Maki smiled, ruffling Kyota's hair playfully. The younger man smiled, his sempai had finally learnt to relax.

"Great sempai! Not as great as you but.." He winked playfully, earning him a deep blush from the older man.

They kept talking for over an hour, by now the club had began to crowd and now the dark haired young recognized them all. Nobunaga felt happy and relaxed, it had been a great idea to come here.

"Ne, Maki-sempai... who else of the school people you-…" he stopped dryly as a flash of red caught his eye. Could it be? He turned to the bar where his vision cleared. Training his eye lightly he could finally make up who was that person.

The former Kainan player lost his breath in amazement and confusion.

The man had red longish hair pulled into a loose ponytail. His long legs encased on tight black latex-like pants and a tight Grey shirt hugging that strong chest and arms.

"A scotch please." The man asked his voice a soft baritone, Kyota idly wondered how could he heard that voice over the crowd noise, but he did, then his blue eyes met the redhead's ones and he gasped over in shock.

Chocolate colored eyes framed with long eyelashes, deep hidden light and extended fierceness... all could be read there… but what did those eyes reminded him? Red hair, lightly tanned skin, soulful chocolate colored eyes.... he spilled his drink.

"SAKURAGI!!" He yelped. Maki turned to him with an alarmed expression.

"Don't LOOK at him!" He snarled. Kyota looked at him confused.

"Why not? He sure look hot!" A hand connecting with his cheek stopped his thoughts. "MAKI-SEMPAI! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!"

"Do you know who he is?" The older man hissed.

"Sakuragi Hanamichi?"

"He's Poison, Nobunaga-kun."

"Uh?"

"Look, Nobunaga-kun, how long have you been out of this.... Meetings?"

"A year and a half I think… why?"

Maki nodded and sighed. "Sakuragi is also known in here as the poison, you know why?"

"No...."

"Because…" To gain more effect on his words, the older man locked his gaze with Nobunaga's. "because everyone he attracts to him… dies."

"WHAT?!?!"

"Lower your voice Nobunaga.... It's true. People say he gets under your skin and makes you go crazy, other say that he makes you fall in love with him to leave you, so you'll die out of your love for him.... Only the bravest or the really stupid dare to even drool for him."

"You can't be serious, I mean this is the red haired monkey we are talking about?" The black haired man blushed profusely, would he dare to drool for such a monkey, even though this incredible story his sempai and former captain had told him? HELL YEAH! But Maki seemed to read his trail of thoughts.

"Nobunaga-kun., if our friendship ever meant something to you, DON'T go to him." The beeping of Maki's watch startled them both, the brown haired man smiled apologetically. "Sorry Nobu-kun, but Soi-kun must be waiting for me." He got up and waved at Kyota as he made his way out of the club. Leaving the young man alone.

"Waitress." He called. "Send the young man on the bar a Scotch with my regards please." He wasn't going to bed Sakuragi, no of course, he was just been polite to an old enemy, after all Kyota never like to be alone.

The waitress looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Another one sir?" Kyota blinked.

"What do you mean with-... He looked at the redhead who gracefully raised his half-full glass to him, winking. "yeah!" He laughed "Why not!" Picking his own drink he went to sit by Sakuragi's side on the bar.

"Long time not to see Red haired Monkey." He greeted with a smile, Hanamichi smiled back.

"Wild Monkey.… long time indeed." He took a sip of his drink. "how have you been anyway?"

"Great! The company is doing great and I'll get a raise in a week." Kyota beamed, The redhead raised an eyebrow.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm a TENSAI!" Instead of hearing Sakuragi's cheeky reply or a full heatedly laugh as he expected, the black haired young man saw Hana's face turn wistful.

"Yeah, maybe you are…" Kyota would have pushed the redhead into telling him what was troubling him, the poor man seemed pale and tired… unervingly quiet comparing him to the boisterous teenager he had once been.

But the steady beeping of Hana's cell phone stopped him.

"Sakuragi." He answered. After a moment of silence his chocolate colored eyes widened and he looked at Kyota with horror. "Yes… well.... I'll be on my way then." He got up and left without another word, leaving Kyota shocked and heart broken.

"you bastard!" Hanamichi cried as he was roughly pushed into a nearby wall. His attacker smirked evilly.

"You were going to get that Monkey with you don't you?" Maki asked with his eyebrows raised. The redhead wanted to push him away. To escape this lecherous man who took advantage of his only weakness. "Ah ah ah Hana-chan… You push me away and I'll go and tell your nice koibito WHO were you with tonight." Without waiting for a reply, Maki kissed Hana in a brutal way, making sure he would see Hanamichi's swollen lips for at least a week. His hands unbuttoning the gray shirt and caressing that smooth skin below.

For hours, on the crowded club's backdoor.

Maki Shinichi took whatever he wanted of the helpless redhead.

A week after the incident, Hanamichi Sakuragi laid on his sating black bed, his face was emotionless and ghostly pale. A News paper crushed on his right fist.

*YOUNG MAN FOUND DEAD ON "THE RAGE"'S ALLEY*

He didn't have to ponder this so much, nor he had to read the report to know that dead young man was no other than Maki Shinichi, it happened all the time anyway.

At least to him.

He closed his eyes, mind lingering on soft warm lips and tender kisses of his earlier 17. His very first kiss with another man…

"Kaede…" he whispered sadly. His first boyfriend, his first love…

The first one to die by his fault.

His mental image of Rukawa's smiling face turned to one of the same boy's bloody corpse as it was taken away from the gym.

He frowned.

Then the others came as well..... Akira's smiling eyes were ripped off his handsome face. Yohei's tender soothing hands stuffed into his mouth. Mitsui's well-fit body, the one who taught him the real way to be loved, burned into ashes.

Haruko, his teen-age crush buried alive. The expression of Akagi's face when they found her, three weeks after.

Now Maki…

He idly wondered what had he done to Maki.

"Maybe he cut his dick off...." He whispered.

"Yeah… and I made him eat it." The sultry response startled him.

"Y… You are home early." Hana's disinterested tone turned to one of nervous fright as well known arms wrapped around him. A pink tongue caressing his neck.

"I couldn't wait to see you." His forced lover purred on his ear. " See your expression when you found out."

Hana shrugged.

"I never felt really close to him."

"I know. But he dared to touch you." A faint whisper of hands removing his clothes. Now so familiar to him. It had happened so many times, since the day of Rukawa's death.

He knew now that resisting only would brought to death of his loved ones.

"please… Please kill me now…" he whispered brokenly.

"never Hana-chan. Why would I kill you… I love you"

"Then set me free...... let me go to Kaede."

"No.… you are mine hana-chan...... Zutto."

A Helpless moan. "Sempai…"

"Sempai?" An amused chuckle. "Why so formal all of a sudden?"

"please…"

"Call me by my name and I might reconsider this…"

"Kiminobu…"

"Good..... but not good enough. Now I'll love you again, My Hana-chan, like those wisps of men couldn't."

"NO!!!!"

As night raised and let its wake to day, Hanamichi surrendered to his captor once more.

-FIN-

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