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Hibiki couldn't believe this had happened. He was sitting in a room, chained to the wall by his neck. He had no idea how long he had been trapped here. Days, weeks, months? Time blended together here, he spent most of his time asleep. It was the only way to escape the pain, both physical and emotional. He saw Yamato at least 3 times a day, if that. He brought him all his meals, refused to let anyone else see him. Hibiki suspected he was doing that on purpose, to make Hibiki rely on him for any kind of human contact, and he was trying hard not to fall prey to his plan. But it got harder as time went on.

He sat up when he heard the oh so familiar footsteps. He scooted closer to the wall, glaring at the door. He may be wearing thin, but he refused to let Yamato see that. He was going to be defiant for as long as possible. Maybe one day he'd give in, Hibiki didn't know what the future held. But he wasn't going down without a fight.

The door opened and Yamato came in with a tray of food. He didn't bother knocking, probably because he saw this room and the person in it as his property. The thought made Hibiki angry and it showed in his eyes. Yamato stared at him, a menacing smile on his face.

"Still not pleased, huh? How long will you continue this until you finally see things my way again?" He asked. Hibiki just continued to glare, not saying a word. Yamato let out a small huff of amusement as he walked over and set the tray in Hibiki's lap. He was surprised Yamato gave it to him so easily today. Usually he made Hibiki say please or beg for the food. Hibiki never begged though, wouldn't give Yamato that kind of satisfaction. Not again. He was suspicious of why, but he wasn't going to complain. In this world, it was best to eat when you could.

As he ate, Yamato sat beside him. Too close for comfort but when Hibiki tried to inch away, Yamato followed. Once he was finished eating, he set the tray on the floor, knowing Yamato would take it with him when he finally left. Most of the time, he stayed with Hibiki for a while, even though he would rather Yamato leave immediately. He didn't want to be around him.

"This is growing quite tiresome you know. I would give you anything, if you asked. So why do still refuse to see things my way?" Yamato asked.

"Because I don't like it. But the main reason is because of what you did," Hibiki said, keeping his voice as neutral as possible.

"What I did? You mean getting rid of those pests? They were merely pawns, necessary sacrifices for my plan," he said and Hibiki glared at him.

"Don't talk about them like that!" He snapped, unable to keep the anger out of his voice.

"Talk about them like what? The worthless trash that they were?"


The sound echoed around the room. Yamato was shocked and he reached up to touch his cheek. Hibiki's eyes now had tears in them, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"The only worthless trash here is you," he hissed and Yamato glared at him. He grabbed Hibiki's throat and effortlessly shoved him back against the wall. Hibiki let out a strangled cry, his eyes widening a bit when Yamato squeezed hard enough to cut off his breathing.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you, Hibiki. I've been rather generous to you. I've given you food, water, my attention. I can easily take all that away from you, leave you to waste away and die here. Yet here you are, throwing it all back in my face."

"Do it. Leave me here. Death is more preferable than being stuck with you," Hibiki managed to choke out. Anger blazed in Yamato's eyes. But instead of hitting him, he let him go. He stood and picked the tray up. And he left the room without another word. Hibiki watched him go, waiting until he could no longer hear the footsteps before allowing himself to cry.



"Silence fools! How dare you speak of him. You're Hibiki's cancer. You're the ones who corrupted him! This ends here. I will turn you all to ashes and dust to see that he comes to his senses!"

The battle had been hard and in the end they lost. And Hibiki was forced to watch as Yamato slayed his friends. Starting with Jungo, then Hinako and Io. Hibiki cried and begged for him to stop. Struggled against Makoto and Keita as they held him back. He even offered himself, saying he would go with him if he just spared his friends. But Yamato didn't  listen.

Then Daichi's turn came. Daichi had tried to come to Hibiki's aid. And Hibiki had to watch as Yamato plunged his sword through Daichi's back. Saw the look of horror and pain mixed onto Daichi's face. Watched as Yamato yanked his sword back out and Daichi slumped to the ground.

"Daichi! Daichi!" Hibiki screamed, trying to urge his best friend to move or to get up, struggling to get away from Makoto and Keita. Only close his eyes and turn his head away when Yamato pulled out his gun, flinching when two shots went off.

Hibiki's eyes flew open and he sat up quickly, breathing heavily. He hated dreaming. All he ever dreamed of was that fateful battle where he lost everything. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling numb. He wanted to cry, but nothing was coming out, as if he had run dry. Maybe he finally had. The only thing that ever brought him to tears anymore was his anger and when Yamato talked badly about his friends.

He heard footsteps approach and he sat up. Something was off... They weren't the same. He watched the door but who came through was a random JP's agent. He only tossed a water bottle at Hibiki, which he caught easily. Before Hibiki even had a chance to ask where Yamato was, the JP's agent closed the door and walked away.

Hibiki didn't know why he wanted to know where Yamato was. Didn't know why his chest hurt so suddenly. But he mostly felt fear of what was to come.