Mercenary | Kidnapping!AU
When he woke up, Yuuto felt a horrible headache and realised that he couldn’t see a thing. Turning, his head lightly, he took note of the woven bag on his head, moving around he, too, has understood that his wrists and ankles were tied up, probably with a rope by the feel of it. Recollecting anything that happened before his blackout, the only memory he owned was of walking down the streets at night, on his way home with heavy steps, not really wanting to find his destination too soon -- someone grabbed around his face, a cloth, a very strong smell and that’s it. Was he kidnapped? Not that he was a kid anymore, but by the sound of it he was still in a car, by the feel and smell of it, he was in a van, on the steel floor, it was cold and dusty, certainly making it even harder to breathe, not that the bag was helping it all too much.
Not that he wished for such a situation, and neither was he being unfazed -- certainly, you’d have to be insane if you weren’t at least slightly nervous about such a thing! However, this was... much better to him than going home to his abusive father. It was almost like some god-like, angelic saviour must have found the pity to stop the troubles and struggles for the poor boy.
Still, he wouldn’t try to make sounds just yet, neither wanting to move around or try to escape. Instead he was trying to understand the conversations -- hearing that there were several men, and women... girls... though the female voices sounded a bit distressed. Were there girls being abducted too? Well, that must’ve been... one big mistake. With his girly dress-up, it wouldn’t surprise him if his attacker got the impression he was dealing with a woman -- certainly not. But he just prayed that no one would find out, it might get him into more trouble than with his dad...
Once the vehicle got to a stop, he inhaled sharply from the sudden brake noises, stiffening up but trying to lay down as quietly as possible. Something would happen, he was just waiting for anyone to start and pick him up probably, that would be the least trouble to experience -- but the sobbing and crying around him from all the girls wasn’t helping his nerves, feeling his heartbeat against his throat.
