Kidnapped

"Hey, has anyone seen Kanori?" Yachi asks as she walks into the boy's party room, the others looking at her curiously. "I think I saw him go upstairs with Alisa a while back. You might want to wait a minute, he'll be back." Asahi says and Yachi nods, waiting around and talking to Gucci as she waits. After about thirty minutes, Kanori comes back to the room and Yachi perks up. "Oh! Hey, Kanori, Kimiko's uncle is here! She said to call for you, thinking he might be here for you." Yachi says and Kanori pauses, furrowing his eyebrows. "You mean my dad? Why would he be here? He doesn't know where this place is, I didn't call for him." Kanori says, though Suna sets his drink down as Arthur tenses. "No, it wasn't your dad. It was some bulky guy with dark hair and gray eyes." Yachi says, though Arthur and Suna sprint for the front door, Kanori's eyes widen as he senses their urgency. "I- my dad is her only uncle-" Kanori says, furrowing his eyebrows as he tries to process. "Wait… that- that wasn't- it was the fucking man!" Kanori says as he darts for the door, the whole room exploding in panic as they all follow him. "Fuck!" Suna says when he sees the empty wheelchair.

"He fucking-" Arthur says as he points to the empty needle on the ground. "Where the fuck do you buy sedative when you're wanted?!" Arthur says as he throws his glass at the wall, his blood boiling. "Hey, no ring- hurry and check her location, we can probably get an idea of where he's going- nobody, I mean nobody send her a message right now. If he finds out it's a tracker, he'll take it off." Suna says, the girls coming out of their room at the commotion. "Hey! What's going on?!" Aima asks as Arthur pulls out his phone, tapping around as he trembles. "Has anyone seen Kimiko's phone? Did she have it on her?" Suna asks calmly as all the panicked boys arrive, Aima furrowing her eyebrows. "Yeah, she had it on her." Aima says as Suna checks the wheelchair- no sign of her phone. "He took it with him…" He mumbles as he steps out of the house, looking for more signs of anything that might've happened. "How the fuck are you so calm when Kimiko has been kidnapped?! We should be out there looking for her!" Kanori says as he lurches for the door, though Arthur grabs him. "She- She knew. She knew it was going to happen." Arthur says as he presses his lips together.

"What the fuck do you mean, she knew? She knew but she walked right into it when she knew she wouldn't be able to defend herself?!" Kanori says as he shoves Arthur's hand away, trembling as Suna comes back and shakes his head. "Do you think she fucking knew that he would be here right now?! No! She- the crash. She… She knew he would be coming to kidnap her ever since the crash. She's… she's been preparing." Arthur says, though he finally got her location pulled up. "Okay, I got her local. We'll take a small group- Kanori, Suna, Kuroo, Kozu and I will go. The rest of you stay here- I mean it, stay here. Suna and I have been getting training to deal with this situation, we're only taking the other three for muscle and because Kozu can track Kimiko's phone in case he ditches the ring- Don't fucking ping her, no matter what. That ring is our only chance if he turns off her phone." Arthur says as he turns on his heel, running for his car with the group following him. "I still don't understand what you mean she knew?" Kuroo says, sounding genuinely confused as they climb in Arthur's car. "I'll explain." Suna says, giving Kuroo a brief rundown.

"Her phone's off now." Kozu says, his voice trembling- he was still in shock, unable to believe that Kimiko knew she was going to be kidnapped but didn't bother to tell him. Kanori and Kuroo were in the same state, though Arthur and Suna were being as calm as they could in the situation. "The rings on the move again- he might've ditched the phone, we'll go back to check." Arthur says as Suna guides him to the place the ring was going. "It stopped again- it's right there, that place." Suna says, pointing into a shop as Arthur parks the car, hopping out and dashing into the store. "Excuse me!" Arthur calls to the person at the counter as he perks up, seeming happy as he was fiddling with the display. "Yes sir, how may I help you?" The worker says, setting down the display that he had been working on. Arthur's heart drops when he sees the ring on the display the worker had been working on. "That ring actually belongs to a friend of mine, she lost it. I'll pay you double of whatever you sold it for if you tell me where the guy that sold it to you went." Arthur says as he grabs his wallet, pulling out a wad of cash and beginning to count it out as the workers eyes widen.

"That's him right there." The worker says as he points to a guy at an ATM, Arthur running over to the guy. "Excuse me, sir! This is an emergency, I need to know where you found that ring!" Arthur says, making the guy jump as he pulls his card out of the ATM. "I- I just found the ring on the sidewalk." The guy says anxiously as he looks over the group, though Arthur pulls out his wallet. "I'll pay you a thousand bucks to show me where you found it." Arthur says, the guy's eyes widening. "Oh, well… right this way." The guy says as he starts guiding the group, Kozu thanking the shop owner and taking the ring before quickly following. "This is the spot." The guy says as he points to the sidewalk by a park. "Start looking for any clues of where she was or where he might be taking her. I'm going to see if there's any security footage." Arthur says, dashing across the street as they split up and look for anything. It was like a bad case of deja vu, waking up feeling dark and icky, groggy and sick- and restrained. I felt so tired, still processing everything while I waited for my blurry vision to clear. I feel a sharp pain in my left arm, something stabbing in- too familiar…

"Oh, you're awake. Just a moment, I need to take this out." The man chuckled darkly, a cold shudder tearing through me as I felt him dig his fingers into my arm. I cry out in pain, feeling him press around and tug my implant- it fucking hurt, tears gathering in my eyes. "Just a bit more- scar tissue, you know?" The man says as he presses even harder, humming softly. "This is hard to do alone." He chuckles as he grabs the implant with tweezers, taking a pair of scissors and lifting it to my arm. I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut as he cuts the tissue away, pulling the implant out. "Aha, I got it." He says as he shows me the thin inch long implant with blood and little pieces of tissue on it. "I won't be doing anything to you today, I'm just going to wait for you to get adjusted and for the drugs to start working. It took a lot of work to get this all calculated out you know- tracking your periods, getting the right sedatives to counteract your implant- oh, and of course, this little space to keep you in. Wouldn't you know it, everything fit right into place on your birthday. Then you came to me in a wheelchair- It was almost too easy." The man chuckles as he puts a butterfly band aid over the cut.

"I mean, by far it took too long. It's been what, 6 years now? You're finally mine, my dancer." The man says as he strokes my cheek, though I press my lips tightly together as tears gather in my eyes. I had let my guard down, I hadn't been able to leave any clues or fight back and make a ruckus- I shouldn't have let my guard down. Did the others even know I was missing yet? How long had I been out? Was it too late? No, there was no time to think about this. I needed to remember my training, I needed to assess my situation and- "You know you're ovulating right now? I put a lot of care into this- I mean, I did a lot of research. It was pretty hard getting the right medicines to do this, but it's amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it. I found two medicines that will do the job- one's a sedative, the other's an appetite stimulator. Barbiturate and St. John's Wort- if it was up to me, I wouldn't sedate you, but I don't want to miss this opportunity. Of course, I'll also be giving you something to boost your chances- some drug that promotes fertility; I haven't been able to locate our son, so..." The man says as he offers me a big smile, taking another needle.

"I guess we'll just have to make another one! You don't mind, right? After all, you bore my first son- an honor. It's okay, we can raise our next baby… together." The man says as he lifts the needle to my neck, stabbing it in. "We'll start trying to conceive tomorrow, it's already pretty late. This medicine needs to be administered properly to take its effect and to properly get in your bloodstream- since you had an implant, I need to nullify the current effects and stimulate your ovulation." The man says as he injects the needles contents into my neck. "Oh, and of course, happy birthday Dancer." The man chuckles as he pulls the needle back, grabbing another one and tapping it. "We'll be spending a lot of these together- Next time I'll get you cake." The man muses, stabbing the next needle into my neck and injecting it. "Last one, then I'll let you settle in. This is going to be your home for a while, afterall." The man chuckles as he pulls the needle out, moving on to the next. "I'm surprised you're being so patient. Oh well, must be the sedative. I'll get used to it and you'll become complacent sooner or later." The man chuckles as he stabs the last of the needles in my neck, injecting it.

He pulled the needle away, leaning over and giving me a kiss- chewing tobacco and cigarettes, still fucking disgusting. "See you tomorrow, Dancer. We've got a long day ahead of us." The man says before he takes the tray with all of his tools on it, leaving the room. I take a deep breath of the dank air, slowly blowing it out. Okay, I had time to mentally prepare myself for tomorrow… the place was too dark to see anything, the only light being a sole lamp over my shoulder. There was nothing that I could see in it's orange glow, but I was fully restrained. Okay, this was fine- I would be fine. It's night, the others had to know I was missing by now- in my prediction, the man had raped me at least once… but… he wasn't doing anything tonight, so… I wasn't going to be saved tonight. It's best that I just mentally prepare myself and remember what I'm doing this for, who I'm dealing with this for. I would get through this for my friends, my family, the ones I love… I hoped they were okay. As long as they were okay… I could deal with this. I could… I started to feel drowsy, dazing off as I stared at the ceiling- was this the sedative he was going to be using on me? Barbiturate?

"Come again?" Sayuri asks, Ukai's lips pressing tight as he wraps his arm around the woman's shoulders. "Kimiko has been kidnapped by the man at the party, we… we looked for any clues that we could find, but there's… there's nothing. The only evidence he left was an unmarked needle. We already called the police and notified them but… they haven't been able to locate him by now." Arthur says as Sayuri's face falls, realizing what Arthur was saying. "There's nothing?" Ukai asks, Arthur's face grim as he slowly nodded his head. "We're trying to see what sedative he used on her so we can potentially trace it back to a pharmacy, but… it's going to take a while." Arthur says, Sayuri crumbling to her knees as she sobs. "My little girl! He took my little girl!" Sayuri sobs, though Akira pokes his head out of his room. "Mom? What's wrong?" Akira asks, genuinely concerned as he walks over. Suna leans down, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking him straight in the eyes. "I need you to be strong, Akira. Your sister's been kidnapped. She needs you to be strong so she doesn't worry… I'll be here for you." Suna says, wrapping the boy in a hug as he chokes out a sob.

Suna and Arthur do their best to comfort the family and friends, working together with the police for any clues. They get her therapist in to help with the family, making sure they get the proper care, comfort and knowledge that they need. Akira manages to stay strong, Suna and the Karasuno boys never leaving his side- Suna had told him that her sister had been preparing for this, that she was strong and she would get through this. Akira seemed to hold his words and comfort in his heart, though as days turned to weeks, they could feel the stress building with no clue in sight. It was hard to stay positive, especially when people seemed to be breaking down left and right- even Suna started crying himself to sleep at night, knowing that Kimiko was suffering and he couldn't do anything about it. They had always hoped that the ruckus would alert them, that she'd make a scene or fight back- but there was no clue of where she was. All they knew is that she had been sedated when she was taken. By far Kozu was the one that seemed the most lost, abandoning everything to just sit on his phone and refresh the locating app on his phone- it concerned Kuroo.

His friends eyes were red and puffy, his face that of a man who was close to his breaking point, staring at that screen for hours on end- he would fall asleep for a while only to jerk awake and refresh his phone again, making a devastated face when he saw nothing again. He barely ate or drank anything, just sitting on his bed and idly holding his phone which seemed to be constantly on and on the charger. "Kenma." Kuroo says as he knocks on the door, seeing Kozu staring at his phone with bleary eyes as he refreshes the screen again. "Come on, buddy. You need to take a shower and eat something, your mother is worried." Kuroo says as he walks over, kneeling before the zombie of a man. He had expected Suna to be the one to turn into a zombie and Kozu to be the one to step up- it was ironic how the roles were reversed, Suna more active and supportive than any of them. He had to respect the man for keeping a straight face and hope through it all, even when he had dark circles under his eyes and red, puffy cheeks from his tears. Kuroo tried to distract himself by supporting the others as well- he did as much as he can, but even he had his moments of weakness.

"Come on Kenma, go take a shower. I'll watch it for you." Kuroo says as he reaches out for Kozu's phone- Kozu smacks his hand away, giving Kuroo a frustrated look. "That's enough, Kuroo! I'm-" Kozu says though Kuroo sighs, looking his friend in the eyes. "You're not okay. You're not fine. It's okay to breathe, Kenma. You heard what Suna and Arthur were saying- she… she knew this was going to happen. She prepared for this, mentally- she's out there right now, holding herself together with the thought of us being okay. How do you think she would feel if she knew you were like this, Kenma? What if she came back and saw the circles under your eyes? You look like fucking shit- you look the worst out of all of us, but we have a responsibility to her to take care of ourselves so she has something to come back to. Now, go take a fucking shower, get your shit together and eat something. I'll watch your app and let you know if I see anything." Kuroo says, Kozu pressing his lips together as tears gather in his eyes. "But what if she's not okay?! What if I missed something, what if-" Kozu says, though Kuroo scoops his friend into a tight hug, giving him a squeeze.

"I know, Kenma. I know. It's okay to be scared- but it's not okay to let yourself go and drive yourself crazy. She needs us to be strong." Kuroo says, Kozu letting out a soft sob as he clings to his friend. "But I can't! I can't be strong, she's out there- he has her in his clutches and she's waiting for us to save her! I can't- she's not here-" Kozu cries though Kuroo pulls back, pressing his lips together. "Look, she… she told me to give you something. She… she said… I would know when you need it. I think you need it now, but only if you pull yourself together, okay?" Kuroo says as he reaches into his bag, pulling out the pink envelope. Kozu's breath catches as his eyes fixate on that letter, knowing that it held her words meant for him. "I'll give it to you… but first, I want you to actually get up, out of this bed- I want you to clean yourself up, and I mean take a shower, actually eat something- I'll watch your phone for you, don't worry, I want her home just as much as you do. Then I'll give you this letter, you can read it- and you can rest. I'll watch your phone and I'll tell you if I see anything." Kuroo says firmly, Kozu swallowing thickly before he nods, stepping out of the room.

Pain- traumatizing, agonizing pain between my legs as the man pounded relentlessly into me. "That's it, Dancer… You're mine…" The man groans, though I try to scream- all that comes out is a gargled cry, tears gathering in my eyes. It hurt so bad, my hair standing on end as I felt absolute terror, fear and agony through my body- not again, please not again. I didn't want to feel that ever again, My heart aches in my chest, beginning to hyperventilate at that tearing, splitting pain between my legs- my arm hurts, too. I pry open my tear filled eyes, looking over to my arm which had a butterfly bandage over the cut where my implant had been- and the tattoo on my wrist, my only comfort in these moments. I sob helplessly, wishing for Arthur to come and save me from this again- I missed my family, I missed my friends, I missed my life. "Mom!" I wail helplessly, sobbing hysterically as the tears flow down my cheeks. "Mommy! Mommy please!" I cry out desperately for my mother, wishing I could have her comfort in these moments- anything to remind me of what I was fighting for right now. "Tsk, there you go ruining the mood again." The man says as he scowls, pulling out.

"Mommy…" I sob, the man rolling his eyes as he sighs heavily, walking away. "If I let you call your mother, will you piss in the cup and let me finish in peace?" The man says and I sniff, a shuddering breath escaping me. "You better piss in the cup first." The man says as he comes back with a cup, pressing it between my legs- it was fucking humiliating, but I peed into the cup. "Good." He mumbles, pulling the cup away and stepping away again. I catch my breath, sniffing as small sobs escape me and I wait for him to tell me it was a lie. I prepare myself for the lie, the impending rejection and for him to come back and continue raping me. "Tch… I don't have her number." He says as he comes back over, holding a stick and setting it down beside me. "Do you know her number?" He asks though I shake my head, tears gathering in my eyes as my lip trembles. "W-we just got new numbers… it's in my phone… but…" I sob, the man sighing as he takes a seat beside me. "Really?" He asks exasperatedly and I nod my head, naming off my mom's old number. "That's her old number, you can call it- it's- it's probably out of service." I croak, the man humming as I hear a dial.

The not in service message plays and the man groans, shaking his head. "Ha…" He sighs as he picks up the test, staring at it apathetically for a moment. "Let me think about it for a while, I might get her number from your phone." He grumbles and I sniff, a single tear sliding down my cheek. "Please…I just want to know if my family is okay… My brother, he gets sick…" I say and he hums, letting out another exasperated sigh. "Hold your horses, Dancer. I'm thinking, okay? I know Akira can get sick easily." He grumbles and I fall silent, sniffing and letting out soft sobs. After a while he hums softly, standing up and walking away. "Just this once I'll let you call your mother. You better behave and you better be good. If I think even for a second that you're trying to tell her where you are, I will hang up." The man says as he sets the test down, walking back out of view as I let out a sob of relief. "Thank you, thank you so much- thank you." I sniff and he hums as he comes back, powering up my phone. "Yeah, yeah. They don't have the slightest clue where we are, it's not a big deal. What's the password?" The man says as he shows me my phone, pointing to the pattern as I sniff softly.

"Mom?" I croak when she picks up, the man having set the phone beside my head on speaker. "Oh my gosh, sweetie! Oh, oh my sweet baby- are you okay?! Tell me, please- are you okay sweetheart?" She asks, though the man had given me another dose of the sedative and made me groggy again. "I'm fine… just tired… Akira… how's Akira…" I slur, my mom letting out a soft sob as I hear her shuffling around. "He's right here, sweetie. He's been really strong for you, a total champ- ain't that right? It's your sister sweetie, come on, say hello." My mom says as I hear a soft choke, someone snatching the phone from my mom. "Sis?! Is that you? Are you okay?" Akira asks and I hum softly, tears filling my eyes. "Akira… you're okay… I'm… I'm so glad… don't worry about me, okay bubs? Just… stay strong for me… I'm… I'm okay…" I say as I hear him let out a soft sob, my heart aching as the tears slide down my face. "I… I miss you… I want to come home, mom… I want to come home… It hurts… and… I'm so tired… all of these drugs… I'm really tired… I can't… even… I'm so cold... so tired… all the time…" I mumble, hearing my mom choke out a sob as I begin to doze off.

"How can you obsess with my daughter, but you won't give her a blanket to keep her warm? Yeah, I'm talking to you. I know you're there, listening in." My mother spits, the man pressing his lips together and sighing softly. "When I give her the blanket, she gets too hot. I give it to her at night," The man says, though my mom lets out a sharp laugh. "You've obviously been giving her food and drink to live this far, so what's the harm in buying a thinner blanket?" My mom says as my vision begins blurring, the familiar foggy feeling coming back as my breathing slows. "Kimiko, my precious baby, are you okay?" My mom asks and I hum softly, imagining I was at home with her. "How… How is everyone?" I ask, my mom silent for a moment as I wait for my answer. "They're doing just fine, sweetie. Everyone's more worried about you than anything, but… we're all staying strong together. Your therapist has been a great help…" My mom says and I can't help the relieved smile that spreads over my face. "I'm… I'm so glad… thank you… tell them… I said thank you… I'm… so happy… that… they're… okay…" I whisper as I feel the sleep coming, my breathing becoming shallow.

"I actually have news for you, Mrs. Suzuki. I'd like to congratulate you on your new family member." The man says, my mother scoffing as I can't even bring myself to process his words. "Do you think the thought of your putrid hands on my daughter offers me comfort?" My mother spits like venom, the first time I have ever heard her so disgusted. "She'll die because of that child. I should know, I watched her give birth on her deathbed- You've basically just signed her death certificate. That baby will kill her before it's even close to being able to live on its own and you'll be left with a corpse because of your greed and filthy desires. The only way you could save her is to deliver her to a clinic and have the child aborted, she'll surely die before even making it to her second trimester." My mother says, though I can't help but be reminded of Nen as I let my eyes fall closed. "Too cold with a blanket, too hot with? Her fever is already setting in, it won't be long before she starts suffocating on her vomit, unable to keep any food down." My mother spits, though I can't help but whimper. "I… want… to… keep… my… baby…" I whisper, slipping into sleep as I hear a loud crash.

"Kenma! Kenma!" Kuroo says, shaking his friend and startling from his sleep. "What?! What is it?" Kozy says, his heart practically in his throat as Kuroo wraps his arms tightly around the other. "I'm sorry for not waking you… She's been saved, they got her. He… he let her use her phone to call her mother, I was able to track it and get the authorities to the scene. They got him, she's in the hospital right now recovering." Kuroo says, Kozu's breath catching as tears gather in his eyes. "She's… she's safe?" Kozu asks, Kuroo nodding his head as he lets out a bubbly laugh. "She's just fine! He- apparently he had her sedated for a long time… but she's fine. She just needs some rest, they're not allowing visitors right now as she came in with a slight fever. Apparently her body temperature was high, but they'll be taking good care of her." Kuroo says, Kozu wrapping his arms tightly around his friend. "She's- she's safe!" Kozu says, crying happily as he realizes that Kimiko had been saved. "I've got to call the others and let them know, you can go back to sleep." Kuroo says, giving his friend another squeeze before stepping out of the room, lifting his phone to his ear.

Kuroo had been monitoring the phone when he saw the blip appear, at first he thought it was a figment of his imagination and refreshed the phone. The pointer stayed and he immediately jumped into action, screenshotting it and getting the location before calling the police on his phone. He had told them the situation, informed them of the location and stayed on the phone with the operator the whole time as they kept him updated on the raid. His heart had been pounding in his chest when Kozu got a text from Akira to check the location app, saying that Kimiko was on the phone with their mother right then. He was overjoyed to hear that she was actually alive and speaking, though from what Akira was saying she sounded really groggy and was in and out. However, after a while Akira's texts stop coming- his heart was racing then, wondering what had happened, if something had panicked them. Then the operator told him that the raid was successful and Kuroo sent Akira a text saying that Kimiko had been saved by the local police. Akira hadn't responded, but Kuroo had immediately thanked the operator and got all the information he might need.

"Mm… hello? Kuroo? Do you know how late it is?" Suna asks as he picks up his phone, startling Kuroo out of his thoughts- adrenaline was still pumping through his body. "She's safe. They got her, the man is apprehended. She's at the hospital right now getting treated, they're not allowing visitors- but she's safe." Kuroo says, not even hearing Suna breath as he blurted the words out. "She's coming home, Suna. She's coming home. I- I just thought you'd want to know…" Kuroo says, Suna choking out a soft sob. "Thank fucking god." Suna croaks, sniffing as Kuroo hears rustling. "Um… let's tell the others, we can have a meeting tomorrow… but we should tell them that she's safe now." Suna says, Kuroo humming affirmatively as he nods his head. "I'll call Arthur and let him know, you go ahead and start calling all the Karasuno people- I'm sure Aima's gonna be flipping shit." Suna says, making Kuroo laugh as he nods. "Yeah, yeah…" Kuroo says, though he suddenly feels a lump in his throat. "Do… Do you think she's okay?" Kuroo asks softly, Suna silent for a moment as he takes a breath. "I don't know." Suna admits, the same thought on his mind as he hangs up.

My heart felt heavy in my chest. It had felt that way for a while now, my hand on my stomach as I sat, staring blankly at the ceiling. I had been in that situation for 3 weeks- 3 weeks I had been raped repeatedly, drugged out of my mind and forced to eat and drink. There was no way I wasn't- there really wasn't. I already knew I was, that's why I refused to go back to my mother's house- I knew what she would demand. I refused to see anyone but Kioshi, Kanori and Nen. There was a chance I wasn't, I knew it- but I hadn't had my period. It terrified me that I might be- it honestly did, because it felt like the world was crashing on my shoulders again as it had before. I knew my mother wanted me to abort. Akira wasn't sick this time around- he was older now, more mature. It wasn't his first rodeo in the midst of this battle but… I didn't want to know what he thought. If my brother asked me to abort… what would I say? Could I really fight my little brother on that? I didn't know what to tell Nen- I didn't even know if he was going to be a big brother yet. All of these thoughts in my head, racing constantly- all while I was mentally preparing me for that test that would determine my fate.

I had a SAFE done, Kioshi was out for blood and practically foaming out the mouth, suing the man for everything he had and more. He showed no mercy, using all the exams, tests and evidence he could possibly have to build a solid case and putting it on the court's table by tomorrow. He wasn't letting the man go, he was still in a cell right now, my uncle keeping him behind bars- if he got his way, he'd spend the rest of his life behind bars in a maximum security facility. He made sure to clue in that this obsession had started when I was a minor and that I had a previous case against him in a different country, though it was at a stalemate. From the looks of it, the courts were leaning in our favor and even looking to settle without a court date. My uncle wouldn't be letting me see the man anyway, not giving him the satisfaction after what he had done. Of course, despite everything and knowing the possibilities… he welcomed me into his home and told me to make myself as comfortable as possible. He knew that I was scared to go home to my mother, he knew why- he wanted me to be comfortable before anything and while he had his own concerns…

He insisted that my comfort and happiness came first. He told me to stay for as long as I'd like, that I was a legal adult capable of making my own decisions and that as my lawyer and my uncle… no matter what, he would still be by my side. It was comforting, especially with Kanori supporting me in his own way though all I wanted was space. They had been giving me privacy, warding off any visitors and not asking me about the experience- not that I remembered much of it, having been sedated the whole time. All I remembered was the pain and fear, the absolute terror and disgust that had filled every cell of my body. 3 weeks… I had lost 3 weeks of my life to that man, fighting and trying my best to keep a hold of myself while drugged out of my mind. I was grateful for the space, tucking myself away and trying to make up my mind. I was scared- I was scared for a lot of reasons. I slowly slip out of the recliner, my eyes red and puffy as I slowly walk over to the piano, dragging my fingers over the keys. I tapped a key, the piano resonating throughout the room and seeming to silence my thoughts if only for a moment. A moment of peace in a dead silent room, of you will.

I tapped another key, then another and another- I slowly played the song, finding a strange clarity in the piano as I had once in music. My escape, my comfort, my release. I play a sad song, something to express the pain and fear I had gone through. Something somber to release the emotions I was feeling, how distraught I was about it all- and the slight hope I had. I had a small piece of hope… I had my family, I… I hoped I still had my friends but… I don't know if I could face them. I didn't even know if I had my mother and brother on my side… In the end, I was left with myself again. Me, myself and… my little bean. I slip my hand from the piano back to cradle my stomach, wondering if something was really there. It had been a week since I had been saved- how far along was I, if so? And… was it the man… or… A knock sounds on the door, making me jump as I jerk my head to the door. It was open, Kioshi sitting in the doorway with a small, somber look on his face. "Are you ready, Kiddo?" Kioshi asks softly and I swallow thickly, seeing the bag on his arm. Was I ready to learn my fate? I don't know. Would I find out anyway? Deep down… I already knew.

I slip off of the piano's bench, trailing after Kioshi with my head hanging and my arms wrapped around myself. I felt like a kicked puppy, not knowing what was going to happen next- what should I hope for? If I was pregnant… would I be happy? If I wasn't… would I be disappointed? Would I be relieved? My last pregnancy had brought me hope and pain… what would this one bring? Would it bring me death and despair? No, no- either way, if I was… that was my child. If anything… they deserved a chance, but… what about Nen? I couldn't expect Kioshi to take care of both of my children, having him care for me and my son for 5 years… I could never ask him to do that for me. I had planned to get a job as soon as I turned 18 to save up money, then when I graduated I would get a house for us. But… being 18, possibly pregnant with a 5 year old child… What could I possibly do? What choices did I have? What was best for me and my son? Would I be willing to abandon my own blood, my own fetus… for my son? How could I give my son a chance, how could I make that choice and live with knowing I made that choice? How could I ever make such a devastating choice?

"Kimiko!" Someone calls and I jump out of my skin, grabbing onto Kioshi as he pushes me behind his back. "Go on, Kimiko. I'll be there momentarily." Kioshi says, giving me the bag and pushing me ahead. I spare a glance back before I skitter into the bathroom, closing the door behind myself. I slide down the door, trying to calm my breathing as I look at that bag. Was I ready to see my fate? "Hey- let me go! I just want to make sure she's okay!" Kuroo says as Kioshi easily holds Suna back, Kanori and the others manage to keep the others back. "Listen to me son, she specifically asked for space from everyone." Kioshi says, slightly glad that he had taken his defense lessons and exercises daily- Suna looked pretty thin and lanky, but he was pretty built. "I'm her aide! I'm supposed to be by her side!" Suna protests, though Kioshi shakes his head. "She asked for space. From everyone. As in, she said she wants to be alone, she needs her space." Kioshi says firmly, Suna looking up at Kioshi with a pained face. "The therapist said-" Suna tries, though Kioshi lets out a soft sigh. "I know what the therapist said." Kioshi says, Suna falling silent as Kioshi seems reluctant.

"She's been talking to the therapist… she's… she's not bad. She… she just wants space right now. She's happy everyone's okay and she's glad you want to help… but she wants space. I think we can all give her what she asks for, especially when she's been through… that. Just… give her space, she'll come out when she's ready. It's how we got her to open up to us last time, we gave her space, we supported her decisions and we didn't push her beyond her limits. If she asked for space, it's what she believes is best for her in these moments. She's got a lot on her mind, she's a smart girl, Suna…" Kioshi says softly, though Arthur steps forward. "What about me? Will she see me?" Arthur asks, Kioshi pressing his lips tightly together and shaking his head. "She said everyone. The only ones she wishes to see are the ones in this residence, the only exception being her therapist." Kioshi says, Arthur's face falling as he drops his gaze. "Kioshi?" Kimiko calls from the room she had gone into, her voice trembling as he glances over. "I'm coming. Please, give her space." Kioshi says as he gently pats Suna's shoulder, turning to leave as he walks to the room the girl had gone to.

"Wait! Please, Kimiko! I just- I just want to give you one thing and then I'll leave you be, okay?!" Kozu calls, pressing his lips together as he's met by silence. "Just… one thing. I just want to give it to you and… I'll leave without a fuss, okay? I want to see you're okay for myself." Kozu says, Kioshi standing with his hand on the doorknob of the room she was in. "I won't come back until you reach out for me, I'll wait for you to come to me… I'll be waiting, okay? I'll wait for you to be ready… I just want you to have this." Kozu says, his voice cracking as tears gather in his eyes, waiting for her rejection. Instead Kioshi steps back as the door cracks open, the two whispering between themselves. "Come here, Kozume-kun." Kioshi says, Kozu's heart pounding in his chest as he all but scrambles to the door, though Kioshi puts a hand to his chest. "Listen to me… you cannot share with anyone what you see, you're only allowed to pass what you have to her and take a quick glance to make sure she's alright. When she shuts the door, do not try to intervene- you will only frighten her… she trusts you." Kioshi whispers, Kozu swallowing thickly as he hesitantly nods.

Kioshi nods, knocking lightly on the door as they both wait on a baited breath. The door barely cracks open, Kimiko peeking her head out and anxiously looking at Kozu. Tears instantly fill his eyes but he frantically wipes them away, sniffing lightly. "Sorry… it's just… it's good to finally actually see you." Kozu croaks, Kimiko seeming to hesitate as she glances at Kioshi. "Oh! Um, right…" Kozu says as he pulls the bag off of his shoulder, forking it out to the girl. She seems confused, furrowing her eyebrow as she looks at the bag. "It's… it's from everyone." Kozu says and she nods, hesitantly taking the bag and setting it just inside the door. "I… I missed you." Kozu croaks and her eyes meet his again as she looks conflicted, swallowing thickly. "I…" She whispers, falling silent as she presses her lips tightly together. "You don't have to say anything. It's okay. I'm just… I'm glad you're back. I really am. Just… come back to us when you're ready, okay? We're waiting." Kozu whispers, Kimiko nodding before she reaches out, tugging Kioshi's sleeve. He nods as she slips out of sight, Kioshi sliding in before shutting the door behind them as Kozu crumbles to the ground, crying.

"Kioshi…" I whisper as I point to the test, feeling pretty numb about the whole thing. Kioshi walks over as I just stare at the bag Kozu had given me, hearing Kanori help Kozu up and away from the door. He was still crying, the sound breaking my heart as I didn't know if he was hurt or relieved. I didn't even know how to feel, but there were tears dripping down my face. "What do you want to do?" Kioshi asks, having seen the test and looking back at me. "I… test." I mumble, Kioshi shifting as he searches my eyes. "Okay, I'll talk to the boys and schedule-" Kioshi says though I shake my head, looking him in the eyes. "We only need one. I'll… I'll get the man to agree." I say, seeing Kioshi tense as he clenches his fists. "No, Kimiko." Kioshi says firmly, though I don't budge or even move. "It'd be easier to-" Kioshi says though I shake my head, looking him straight in the eyes. "All I need to know is if it's his. It's what I want to know- I don't care whose, all that matters is if it's his." I say firmly, Kioshi pressing his lips tightly together. "Are you really going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he did it?" Kioshi asks and I shrug my shoulders, dropping my gaze.

"Don't you think he'll be wondering if it is his? He won't win anyway, I've already won by not being in his grasp any longer. All that needs to be done now is the sentencing. I'd… I'd like this to stay between us, anyways. I… I don't want anyone to know. I'll tell them when I'm ready." I say, Kioshi pressing his lips together and letting out a long sigh. "It'll have to wait until after the sentencing then, because I'm not letting you anywhere near him until he's in prison, in cuffs and under surveillance. He can consider it his final hurrah for all I care." Kioshi says and I nod, taking a deep breath. "I won't tell anyone. It's not my secret to tell… even if I wanted to, it's not my place. Just… don't hide it forever, okay? We're in this together. All of us." Kioshi says and I nod as he picks up the test, offering it to me. "Well… Should I say congratulations?" He says and I can't help but crack a halfhearted smile as I hesitantly take the test. It was one of three I had taken, all positive. "I… I don't know yet. I'll probably know the answer when I know who the father is." I admit and Kioshi hums softly, scooping me into his comforting embrace. "You've got me, so…" He says and I nod, hugging him back.

I feel stuffy as I walk into the room with white slab walls, lunch room style tables all around- the man was chained to one, a big smile on his face when I come in. "You've got five minutes." The guard says as he locks the gate and I nod as I walk over to the table, sitting across from the man. "Dancer, how nice to see you! I didn't expect you anytime soon, especially after I had just got sentenced." The man chuckles though I reach into my bag, pulling out a medical swab and offering it to him. "I would like to request a paternity test." I say simply, the man falling silent as he looks at me, his smile falling. "Who is the other possibility? Is it that one boy from Tokyo?" The man asks seriously, though I look him in the eyes. "It does not matter. Will you take it or not?" I say, the man humming as he looks me in the eyes. "Okay… I'll take it on one condition. If the child is mine, you'll tell me." The man says and I press my lips together as he holds out his chained hand. "Deal." I say as I quickly shake his hand, though he kisses the back of my palm. "I'm all chained up, you'll have to do it for me." He says, offering me a smile as I yank my hand back, opening the package and taking the gloves.

I pull out the tube, taking out the swab as the man widely opens his mouth. I quickly get it over with, taking a good sample of his DNA before shoving the swab back into the vial. I then pack it up, getting ready to leave. "I'm done here, guard." I say, though the man clicks his tongue as I pause. "How long until the results?" He asks and I glance back, keeping a stoic appearance. "A week." I say, turning back and continuing to walk away. "I'll see you in a week then, Dancer. Or… should I say mother of my children?" The man laughs, bringing a bitter taste to my tongue as I storm out of the room. "Good luck." The guard mumbles, sounding pretty disgusted himself as he personally escorts me out of the building. I climb into Kioshi's car, offering him the test tube as I swallow down the acid lingering in the back of my throat. "We'll be back in one week, it's part of the agreement." I croak, Kioshi hesitantly nodding before driving away. "Are you okay?" He asks and I shrug, turning to look out the window. "We'll see in one week." I say, Kioshi nodding as he takes a deep breath. "One week." Kioshi says, blowing out a slow, long breath as his grip tightens on a steering wheel.

I returned a week later, now in my 10th week of pregnancy- I had gotten my first ultrasound, getting my estimated due date. My heart was in my chest as I held that envelope tight in my grip as I walked into that room again. It was the same guard as before, he grimaced when he saw me, though I walked to the table with my head held high. "Dancer, thank you for coming. Oh, wait- I knew you would be coming. Bearing good news?" The man says as I sit down across from him again, setting the envelope before me. I straighten out my dress, taking my time before I set my hands on the table, looking the man in the eyes. "Come on then, don't keep me waiting. Did you bring ultrasound pictures? I hope it's a girl." The man says, a big grin on his face as his eyes twinkle. "Look at us being parents!" He laughs, though I wait for him to fall silent before I push the envelope over. He quickly takes it, a big grin on his face as he practically rips it open, flipping past the paperwork and to the results. He looks over it, his eyes scanning over it- once, twice, a third time- before his smile falls. He slowly sets the paper down, looking at me with an unreadable face as I meet his gaze, unwavering.

"I didn't have to come here today, but I thought I would so I could make one thing perfectly clear to you. This child is not yours- I am not yours. This child and I will never be yours- I will raise my family, happy that you're rotting in your cell just like you deserve. You have never been or will never be the father of either of my children, blood or not. What you see before you is a copy of a restraining order, an annulment to any relation you may have to me or my children and an affidavit that me and my family will never associate with you again after today's meeting." I say, the man's face turning dark as he lurches for me, held back by chains. "You are mine, Dancer! You have always been mine! Those children are mine! This test is a lie! I am the father to your children!" The man snarls, practically spitting over me as he swats the paperwork, sending it flying. "This conversation is over. Guard, I am ready to leave." I say simply, standing and walking back to the door as the man howls and slurs at me. "I'm proud of you." The guard whispers, escorting me from the prison once again. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, knowing that was the last I would see of him.

Sure, I was free from his terror, I never had to worry about him kidnapping or bothering me- but I would never fully be free of the trauma. I thanked the guard before climbing into my uncle's car quietly, though he didn't say or ask anything. He knew what I came to say, what I came to do- he was prouder of me then he had ever been and was more than happy to draw the paperwork. He had whistled his way through every keystroke with a shit eating grin on his face, guiding me through every word and process to make sure he never saw me or my children again, even though he was in jail for life. It was like a final nail in the coffin for the man- I could've left him hanging, but it honestly felt good to get that off my shoulders, to brush him off. But… one thing remained. The child wasn't his- so that left me with the question of who was the father of the child in my stomach? The pressure I felt was humongous, like a full grown obese elephant that decided to take it's seat right on my lap. If it was the man's… it would have been easier to move on, to flip him the bird and live with my two children and no father. But… one of the boys was the father and it made it difficult.

As soon as I had seen the result, my heart had sunk in my chest, weighing me down. I couldn't help but think that they didn't ask for this, they were just teenagers like me, trying to live their lives to the fullest. I couldn't expect them to take responsibility for a child they thought would never happen, it was hard enough to even think of telling them. I had no idea how they would react- I hadn't uttered a word to anyone of my pregnancy, having been sick to my stomach and vomiting all over the place. It took a lot of energy to even come to this prison, to face the man and not blow chunks and maintain a straight face as I felt that bile in my throat. But to face the boys and tell them that they were the father to my child? It terrified me. I didn't know what to expect, half of me wanted to run away- I didn't have the guts to face them. It had been 7 weeks since I got back from being kidnapped, 7 weeks and I had only seen Kozu once, seen him cry and unable to utter a word to him. It had been 7 weeks in my head, my hand on my stomach as I stared at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I had been wondering, fearing, regretting, debating, thinking, aching- all of the things I had done…

I didn't know what to do. It didn't feel right hiding it, but it felt even worse to hold them responsible for it. Kioshi had tried arguing with me that they stuck their dick in it, they could take responsibility like he had for his son- but I shut him down, saying that they believed there was no chance of me conceiving their child, like it or not and that I would not hold them responsible for the actions of a deranged man to me and me alone. It really would have been easier if the baby had been the man's- I was miserable, knowing I was carrying one of their children and not having a clue as to who was the biological father to the fetus in my stomach. It was a healthy baby, of course- I couldn't be happier to see the small bean, knowing that it was developing just fine. I had already made my choice to keep it- and that made it even harder when I knew more people I cared for would probably oppose it. Of course Kioshi and Kanori backed me up, even if they were reluctant- it was only a temporary solution, of course. I had already made my choice, however. I had put a lot of thought into it and I had made my decision… I would tell the boys I was pregnant and that one of them was the father.