Four.

Or, what really happened

Warning: Heavy graphic description of physical and sexual violence and degrading language is in this chapter. Please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.

Kise was dying. He knew he was dying. But his captors refused to let him die. Why? Why? He just wanted the pain to end, to stop. Why were they making this so difficult? He'd long lost his voice after he screamed so much he felt his own throat bleed from the inside.

It hurt to swallow.

It hurt to beg.

It hurt to live.

"Hey, little model bitch." A masked figure hissed at him as he shined a bright light to Kise's eyes. Kise was too tired to shrink away from him. He let out a little gasp but felt his own throat flame up in protest.

"Did the little bitch finally stop screaming? Little fucker." Another figure in the shadows asked. He walked up to Kise, and Kise cowered under this one's mask. It was of the pig-mask man. Kise hazily remembered that there was four of the captors. They all wore difference animal masks. And pig-mask man was the worst one. Kise flinched and the pig-mask slammed him back against the pole he was tied too. Kise's ruined throat forced out another scream and Kise felt his eyes gush out a new round of tears.

He blinked them away and looked around in his dimly lit surroundings. He was still in the warehouse they stuck him in. His arm had a cast around it, but only because the pain of a broken arm made him pass out too much, so they were forced to fix it. Nevertheless, it was still tried around the pole they first stuck him too. He's been living off of canned beans they feed him and stale water. He didn't know how long he's been like this. All he knew was that it had started out with that blue-haired girl.

He'd met her at his modeling agency, was a light smile and all the reasons why she should live on the tip of his tongue. She'd demanded to go to a cafe with him. He'd agreed, for fear of setting her off. Once at the cafe, she's demanded for his phone, and deleted all the text messages on it between them. That was understandable, she probably didn't want to have Kise to have a copy off her break-down. Then they talked. Just about anything, the weather, his job, animals, but never about her. Kise should have realized she was dangerous the moment she seemed to want to kill him when he made the off-hand joke about how she might be a secret spy or something.

Hours passed, then the girl suddenly demanded they leave. Kise, confused but worried for the girl's mentality if he'd let her down, followed. They stopped a couple blocks from the cafe, a section off the main roads, and she said her goodbyes and told him how much she wanted him. She told him of her money and looks, and she told him he was making a mistake by rejecting her and gave him another chance.

The second he rejected again, there was a hard knock on his head. And he woke up to the masked men with animals on them. None of them had blue hair.

What Kise didn't know was who the blue haired girl was.

Her name is Eliza Witherfield. She'd grown up looking at pretty boy magazines and having pretty boys fawn over her. She'd grown up in the lap of luxury and pretty much got whatever she wanted. There wasn't a pretty face she wasn't able to seduce, not a single pretty face that rejected her. So when she saw a picture of Kise modeling for a watch brand, she knew she had to get him. She got all his information at once, then quickly dyed her hair blue, got a tan, and sent the picture off to Kise's phone, knowing her beauty was enough to entice most men.

Kise Ryouta was the first to reject her. The only one. She's never been rejected. No. Not Eliza Witherfield. It was impossible. She knew he had to be punished. So she called her dad's followers to help her out. They all hated the pretty boys she went home with, after all, they were never allowed to touch her. Witherfield ordered them to make Kise's life hell, but not kill him. He wasn't allowed to die. In fact, after a couple of weeks, they were to let him go. That would make it more entertaining: seeing how he'll cope with the torture.

She ordered a completely new phone for Kise, the exact same model, and had one of her guys replicate everything except for the text conversations between Kise and her. Although she had deleted the original, she trusted giving a completely new phone with no evidence of the conversation over Kise's original phone.

After confirming Kise was locked up in one of her dad's warehouses, she felt a sick sense of happiness. The stupid guy who dared reject her can finally get his retribution. And so she moved onto a new guy. In a couple of days, Kise Ryouta was completely forgotten about. She even forgot why she dyed her hair blue in the first place.

Nevertheless, she was confident she will catch her next prey. After all, she was the only daughter of the largest drug criminal of Japan. She could do whatever she wanted.

Kise was forced awake with a rude shove to his face. He didn't know he'd blacked out.

"Hey there, blondie." Oh fuck, it was pig-mask man again. Kise didn't have the strength to move his head as it was shoved roughly back against the pole. Suddenly, Turtle-mask man and Dog-mask man came up from behind the pig-mask man, but Kise almost missed them from the roaring headache banging in his head.

"We're gonna have some fun."

Fun? All of their ideas of 'fun' was nothing more than punching Kise until he didn't have the strength to cry anymore. Kise braced himself for the punches to rain, but he felt nothing for a long time. There was just sounds of shuffling around and then Kise's legs were roughly seized.

What the fuck? Then the dirty and bloodied pants were ripped off of him too, and Kise's head went light as he realized what they were gonna do to him.

No. No. No. No!

But pig-mask man grabbed his mouth and he blacked out before he even realized it.

He'd woken up with pain between his legs and he dry heaved when he smelled the air around him. It was sticky...gross...he didn't want to think about it. He juggled the bindings around him lightly, but he didn't have enough strength to actually do anything.

God, he just wanted to die. Why couldn't he just die? Suffocating himself took way too much energy he didn't have, and in the times he managed to actually feel lightheaded, his survival instincts kicked in anyway.

Why was he even still alive?

Why? Why couldn't he just die?

"Aominecchi..."

"Who the fuck is that?" The voice jerked Kise awake. What happened?

Suddenly, the pig-mask man came close to his face. "I asked, who the fuck is that?"

Kise almost stopped breathing from fear. Who was who? But he knew better than to not answer.

"I...I-" The smack came before Kise could even flinch.

"Too fucking slow. Now, who is this Aominecchi? Huh? Little bitch," The pig-mask man sneered.

Kise panicked. He couldn't let them know about Aominecchi. Who knows what they'll do to Aomine too, Kise needed to protect him.

"No one," He choked out.

"Fucking bitch," The pig-mask man snarled, then grasped his legs again. The tears welled before Kise could prevent it.

"Please, no. Please, not again," He begged, but the man just laughed then tore he rags they've covered him with off.

"Tell your little Aominecchi, will you? Tell him that his little bitch is mine now."

The next time he woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed. He got the vague sense that it was nighttime, with the moon's light being just too bright for him to open his eyes completely. He knew was that he wasn't tied to the pole anymore. Hooray for small victories, he guessed.

The cold breeze that made it's way to him told him he was outside. After forcing his eyes open all the way despite the pain, he slowly got a look at his surroundings. He was stuck in a narrow alleyway, with trashcans as his companions.

But...he was free. Free from his captors and their scary masks, free from the smelly warehouse, free from the pole they tied him to, he was-

Free.

That was a feeling he hadn't known in...months?

But then voices came just around the corner, and Kise felt the fear spring back. Dammit, the mask-men were back! He tied to shift his body and sit up, but he couldn't move his body much. They'd taken his arm cast off, so the crooked arm did little to help leverage him up. But damn, he needed to run, he needed to get away, he couldn't let them bring him back-

No-

He needed to run-

His foot caught a trashcan lid as he struggled to get up, and it clanged to the ground.

Shit-

He was gonna get caught again-

No-

Aominecchi-

Where-

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"Yeah, it came from the alleyway over there."

"A cat?"

"Maybe, let's go see."

...

"Holy shit. Call the police, Molly! Call them quick!"

Amensia can happen for many different reasons. But in Kise's case, it was probably because of self-protection.

And so when Kise woke up to the blue eyes of a man he was supposed to be in love with, he could only say, "Who are you?"

And every meeting from then on between the two had to start with an introduction.

"Your name is Kise Ryouta. My name is Aomine Daiki. I fell in love with you. And we were happy together."

Notes: So this chapter was supposed to be longer, but I couldn't keep writing it, so it'll seem really rushed. I also couldn't find the heart to proof-read many times, so there might be more errors than normal. I'm so sorry. This is turning into a Mafia story too, I hope you can bear with me. It's gonna be way longer than 6 chapters now...maybe 8? 8 to 10 I think.

I'm so sorry.

I love Kise with all my heart. Please believe me.