Chapter Text
They’d arrived at the Tokyo police station and were currently in the back of a police car, headed to Miyagi.
Kei seemed fine on the outside.
Inside, though?
He was screaming and shaking and whimpering and crying and absolutely terrified.
But he couldn’t let anyone know. He was too used to keeping his emotions in. Daddy didn’t like him crying or whimpering during sex. Aki didn’t like him shaking or scared during sex. They both hated it when he screamed, because that meant people could hear.
So he kept quiet. He didn’t let anyone know.
“—And so then I decided to grab him and say…” Koutarou was saying. Kei wasn’t really listening. He’d been seated in between Keiji and Tetsurou, with Koutarou on Tetsurou’s other side.
The car went over a bump, and Kei’s eyes flew open as he let out an involuntary, muffled scream.
Keiji immediately turned to him instead of staring out the window, eyes wide. “Kei? Are you okay?”
The female police officer in the passengers seat turned around. “Mr. Tsukishima? Are you alright?” The other police officer, male, glanced at him through the review mirror.
Koutarou’s talking trailed off, and he and Tetsurou turned to face Kei. “Kei?”
Kei hated the sudden attention, and craved it, too. He waved the police officers away and slumped against Tetsurou, trembling.
“Kei? Baby, what happened?” Tetsurou wrapped a gentle arm around Kei’s shoulders. Keiji scooted a little closer, laying his head on Kei’s back and wrapping his arms around the younger boy’s waist. Koutarou peeked over Tetsurou’s other shoulder, blinking owlishly.
“I…” Kei’s voice cracked, and Tetsurou placed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“Shh. It’s okay. Tell us when you’re ready.”
The police officers in the front rolled up the divider, giving the group some privacy.
Kei gulped for a breath of air. “I…” He coughed. “I’m not… it’s just me… not Aki… Aki and Daddy…”
“Did Akiteru try and stop your father?” Keiji asked gently, rubbing Kei’s back gently.
Kei burst into tears. His soulmates shifted automatically closer, comforting him silently. “N-no! H-he didn’t t-try and stop… h-he asked… b-bribed him to join—!” Tetsurou didn’t understand, and neither did Koutarou, so they stayed quiet, confused, stroking his hair and kissing his cheek or hair or nose.
Keiji’s breath caught, though, and Kei lifted his head to look over at him. “Kei. Did Akiteru… bribe your father… to let himself get out of it?”
Kei felt a silent tear slip down his cheek. “Close,” he rasped. “He bribed Daddy… with me… to let Aki… top too.” He buried his face in his arms, and Tetsurou held him gently to his chest.
Keiji’s eyes widened. “Akiteru bribed your father, using you as a bribe… in order to be the one raping, instead of the one being raped?”
Welp. The divider was back down. Keiji thought the female officer might be taking notes. That would be useful, he decided. Then Kei wouldn’t have to say it again.
Kei nodded shakily. “They’d b-both take me. Separately, at once… Aki would find me during school and do it in the bathroom. They’d do it wh-when I was sleeping, during dinner, whenever. I w-was… a t-toy… for b-both of them!” His voice, having climbed higher and higher, suddenly cracked, and he burst into tears yet again, sobbing hysterically.
The female officer caught Keiji’s eye for a second and mouthed, “Detain the brother at the station?”
Keiji nodded and then unbuckled his seatbelt and scooted closer, undoing Kei’s as well. The police officer tsked, but didn’t say anything. Tetsurou pulled the blond onto his lap, Keiji and Koutarou snuggling up against his sides.
Tetsurou kissed Kei’s neck gently, hugging him tightly. “Shh,” he whispered. “It’s okay. We can do this, alright? We’ll get you out of there and free.”
“Why do you like Aki so much, though?” Koutarou chirped. “If he rapes you too…”
Kei sniffled. “H-he’d always help me. He’d call me nice, pretty names, like slut and whore…” He smiled achingly. Keiji’s eyes flew wide. “He’d always run steaming hot baths that nearly burned my skin off. Made me feel less d-dirty.” Koutarou opened his mouth to protest. “He’d always take most of my food and put it on his plate, so I got less. He said it would keep me his ‘skinny little slut forever,’” he proclaimed proudly.
Tetsurou nearly lost it.
Keiji started first. “Kei! Those… those words are insults! They aren’t pretty names. They mean… people that sell their bodies… for pleasure and money. People who will do anything to… to have sex. Bad people. You aren’t bad! He’s calling you these things, and it’s downright disgusting. You aren’t either of those. You’re beautiful. You’re special. You’re our soulmate, our beautiful baby boy who we never want to leave.”
Kei sniffled.
“Hot baths aren’t good!” Koutarou burst in hotly. “They’re not good for you. They make you get rashes and stuff, and they can burn you! Warm is good, but blistering hot is seriously bad for you!”
Kei buried his face in the crook of Tetsurou’s neck.
“Kei.” Tetsurou was angry, furiously so. “Take off your shirt. Now.”
Kei slowly leaned back and peeled off his shirt, eyes down and embarrassed. “I’m so fat,” he mumbled. “It’s not good.”
Keiji looked away, shocked. Koutarou’s jaw dropped. Tetsurou…
Tetsurou was ready to scream. “Tsukishima Kei! You’re not fat! You’re literally skin and bones! How much have people actually been feeding you?!”
Kei winced. “Not m-much. A little bit. Plate this big.” He made a large circle with his hands.
“Oh, well that’s—“
“Food this big.” Kei made a circle the size of a tennis ball.
Tetsurou growled. “That’s nowhere near enough! I—“
“I only eat half. It’s too much. I only get it once a day, too. For lunch.”
Koutarou felt his stomach drop. Oh god, no. Not another. He didn’t think he could take it again.
Keiji’s shoulders were shaking, heaving with silent sobs.
Tetsurou gripped Tsukishima’s shoulders tightly. “You need to eat more. That’s nowhere near enough. You’re not just thin, you’re… you’re so fragile-looking. Like I could break you any second.” His eyes slid to Keiji and then back to Kei before up to the officers in front. “Could we stop somewhere? Even fast food would work. You’ve probably heard this conversation, yeah?”
The female officer clicked her pen. “Of course. Five minutes, kay?”
Tetsurou nodded in relief. “Kei, we’re getting you food,” he murmured softly. “We’re getting all of us food.” His gaze slid again to Keiji for a split second. “ALL of us,” he emphasized. Keiji nodded limply. He knew he didn’t have a choice. Especially not after this.
Tetsurou helped Kei tug his shirt back on and held him gently against his chest. He pulled Keiji and Koutarou closer, gently whispering things that Kei couldn’t hear to them. They relaxed and snuggled into the huddle, trading soft kisses. Kei carded trembling fingers through Keiji’s hair, resting his head on Tetsurou’s chest, with his free hand’s fingers tangled with Koutarou’s.