FOR THE LOVE OF GOD | By : UnAnimoTales Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: II do not own BLEACH and its character nor do profit from this story. |
He groaned.
His head was so painful it felt like he was banged to the wall.
Oh wait, they did bang him to the wall.
Renji found himself on the floor again, weak and panting. There are new bruises on his legs, chin and his chest. The four men—Renji counted instinctively a while ago—dragged him to another room, of which he find no difference from where he had been; damp and stinky, and he was so sure he was the only one who's lying face down to the ground.
He tried to lift himself up, but the more he tried the more the gravity collides. He can't move his muscles, heck he can't even move his lips, as if though was plastered by something...sticky. He mumbled through and found...yes there is! Good thing they left his nose free from whatever the hell's closing his mouth, but the air...shit, what's that smell?
"Look at him," a man said and Renji felt he was not the one who's this man's speaking with.
Renji grunted and the man approached him. "What is it? Looking for your mama?"
Another grunt.
"Oh I forgot. You're a bastard." And the man laughed.
The metal door opens and the room became silent. Then footstep's approaching, louder and louder. Renji heard another man's voice somewhere around the room.
"What is this?"
"Six-one-seven, sir," one answered, and Renji mentally noted the word what instead of who.
So Amer is telling the truth. Names do not matter here.
The man walked passed Renji, somehow bored.
"And?"
"Defying silence, sir."
"Did he now?"
After few mocks and chuckles, Renji heard the heavy boots approaching, and he knows it was his visitor who's making the clatter. He raised his head an inch, but it was not enough for the stranger. The visitor grabbed Renji's hair and yanked it up, pulling Renji's roots into strain.
"So you're the new one..." The visitor's voice was playful...and at the same time deadly. He pulled the crimson strand even more when Renji grunt a curse. "Silence is highly regards here, do you understand? Lucky for you all I didn't cut all of your tongues." He jerked Renji's head when he tried to pull away. "I could snap your head off like this, you know."
Suddenly, as if some devilish being possessed him, Renji grinned back. "You know what..." he drew closer, "...your breath stinks like this room."
And as if like the words of the shinigami was big joke, while the rest of the sentries around him gasped, Renji heard a soft chuckle in return that rumbles through his ear. He realized he was the first one who had the audacity to say something like that.
Renji knew he was in no place to talk like shit. Well at least he managed to regain his bravado to annoy the fucker. But the fucker was in no mood to be annoy by some...weakling, and Renji was aware he was in a bad shape. Even without his sight, he can sense the other man's strength within those hands. He kills just for sake of amusement.
But to Renji Abarai's surprise the hand clutching his mane withdrew and the stranger step back. "You're arrogant, I see," said the man. "I like that—Sauro."
"Yes, sir."
"Take him to the lowest ground. Show our guest what's this place capable of. Perhaps he'll change his mind later on."
There's something familiar in that voice made Renji shivered. Strong and powerful, calm but deadly. Not that he heard it before, but similarity is possible. "Like I give a shit, asshole," he hissed.
The man laughed. "Oh I hope I'll hear that tomorrow."
Renji lunged up to strike, but he was quickly knocked down by one of the guards. He heard them chuckled while pulling him up from his feet and the words "you're a dead man" started to overlap. They dragged him out of the room and back to the long corridor again.
"You hear that, Six-one-seven?" One of his handlers snickered. "You're a dead man."
"Yeah...yeah, I'm no deft," Renji haughtily said.
"Keep moving," the other one said. "This place stinks."
"Yep," Renji murmured. "Just like your master."
"Shut up."
"Oh wait," Renji snickered faintly. "Maybe it was you."
"I said shut up!" He hit Renji in the gut with his knee. "Or you'll end up mute."
"Maybe it was a mistake taking his eyes rather than his tongue."
"Or perhaps his head. Yeah, his head."
"Just get him out of here. And please can someone gag him!"
Few moments later Renji, in his mind, count the steps they are making. His feet were soared for him to walk any further. "Haw we her yet? Wew woking ol dey," he muffled under the clothe that clutched his mouth, making his captors grunted irately. "Aw you sur you na wew we woing?"
Without any word they pushed him hard and Renji suddenly felt the cold again—the familiar floor, kissing his face. "Wait here," he heard and then a knock, a loud one, as if some kind of metal or brass or something. Finally, they had reached the first exit. The door squeaks. Hinges needs oil, Renji thought.
"Get up," said the other one and Renji was pulled from his feet again.
"Stop."
They all halted. All annoyed.
"Oh what now?"
"You can't expect me to carry him down there?" said the other one.
"What do you want us to do, carry him for you?"
"Let him walk."
"He can't see his own dick, and you want him to walk?"
"Remove the chains."
"Are you out of your mind? What if he runs?"
"To where? He can't even walk, you moron. This man's slowing us down. Remove the chain. What harm can he do? Look at him. Does that look like he can run? Shithead's no capable to be hero now; he left that a while ago. The steps are slippery, one mistake and he'll end up with a broken neck. Or maybe dead. And if that happens, the master will be pissed, and we all know if we pissed him, we are all going to die. Now, remove the chains or I chain you myself!"
The chains been removed.
"Happy now? Now, let's move."
"Do you think the master will able to sell the likes of him, shit like this one?"
"Test the merchandise first then he'll decide."
Renji froze. What?
"Oops. I think he heard it." They all laughed. "Now you know."
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