Aya screamed as Yohji yanked on the end of the wires and Aya fell, tangled in their center, to the ground.

"Goddammityoufucking--youGodletmego fucking letmego!!!!"

"Aya, please," Omi crooned, daring to move beside Aya. Aya struggled in his wire prison and managed to shove Omi with his tightly-bound legs so that the teenager went sprawling on the cement. "Aya," Omi gasped, undeterred. He crept back to Aya's side again, tears standing clearly in his eyes.

"Fuck you fuck you all let me go, let me go!" Aya shrieked and Omi clapped his hands over his ears.

Yohji saw Aya's hands moving as the other tried to wriggle free from the wires so he tightened his grip and yanked, hard. Aya straightened as the air rushed out of him and he threw his head back. Yohji winced slightly at the sound of his skull cracking cement, then, still holding onto the wires, lifted his cigarette to his mouth and took a hard drag. Aya rolled slightly on his back as he fought to breathe again.

"Aya, please, no," Omi moaned again, reaching out to stroke the wild red mop of Aya's hair.

"God...damn...you...all," Aya gasped, sucking in big gulps of air.

Ken, who had been crouching watchfully in the shadows, straightened slowly and walked cautiously over to stand behind Omi.

"Yohji," Aya hissed, turning to glare in Yohji's direction. "Let me out of this, Yohji."

Yohji smirked without thinking and shook his head. He let out a breath of smoke as he scoffed, "Like hell."

Ken walked a small distance away to where Aya's unsheathed katana stuck blade-up out of the ground beside the road and knocked it over, just for good measure.

Aya threw his head back and screamed, and even Yohji winced as his voice pierced the night.

"LET ME GO LET ME GO FUCKING LET ME GO!!!!" Aya shook with the force of his cry and in the distance, birds took flight in fear.

"Please," Aya begged softly, voice hoarse. Then, with more strength, "Let me go, God damn you all, let me die."

Omi and Ken both looked at Yohji, who merely took another drag from his cigarette and tugged slightly on the wires. Omi's face collapsed a little and Ken's jaw tightened visibly.

Almost involuntarily Yohji turned and peered into the shadows, into the cul-de-sac at the end of this dry, deserted back road. There, small, crumpled, unmoving, dead, Aya-chan lay with her hand outstretched towards Aya, her eyes open and unseeing to the star-dotted sky.

A sudden yank on the wires alerted Yohji as Aya somehow found his feet and leapt up. He twisted wildly, trying to shake off the wire web and kicked out to ward off Omi and Ken. Yohji tightened his lips and walked over to Aya's struggling form, then calmly threw his fist into Aya's face. The other man went down immediately, collapsing into Yohji's arms.