{TRIGGER WARNING FOR NON-CONSENSUAL MOLESTATION}
Yu's whole body recoiled, a tremor rippling from his chest to the tips of his fingers. His lungs seized, dragging in shallow, ragged breaths as the truth struck harder than any blow.
'This isn't Taichi.'
The hand on his waist no longer felt protective—it felt alien, invasive. The lips crushing against his own no longer carried warmth—they burned, suffocated. Every nerve screamed that something was wrong, wrong, wrong.
"No… no, stop—"
Yu's voice cracked, his hands pressing against the chest before him, pushing, shaking his head violently as tears sprang to his eyes. His body betrayed him, shuddering between panic and the heat that twisted inside, the incubus hunger whispering treacherously, accept, give in.
But his heart, his soul, rejected it. He wanted Taichi's steady hand, Taichi's patient smile, Taichi's gentle restraint. Not this. Not him.
"Isuke… Sasaki…"
Yu whispered the name DK01 had given him, trembling lips brushing the word like it might burn. Saying it made the mask above him seem heavier, the figure pinning him down more monstrous.
The masked head tilted, and for a flicker of a second, Yu saw it—the satisfaction. Not surprise, not denial. Satisfaction.
His stomach turned cold.
---
'Finally.'
'Finally, I had him.'
For weeks, he'd watched Yu hide behind Taichi Arifukua's shadow, watched him laugh with those other "friends," safe in the cage they'd built around him. A bird in borrowed light.
But tonight—tonight Yu was his.
The feel of him trembling under his hands, the helplessness in his wide ruby eyes, the way his lips parted between fear and reluctant response—it was intoxicating. Every shiver, every gasp, was proof.
'He doesn't even realize it yet. He belongs to me. Not Taichi. Me.'
Isuke pressed harder against him, relishing the closeness, the way Yu's delicate frame yielded yet resisted all at once. It made him ache with frustration and hunger. He wanted Yu to stop saying that other boy's name, wanted to wipe Taichi from his mouth, from his memory, until only Isuke remained.
"Yu…"
He whispered against his lips, voice thick with obsession.
"I'll take what's mine. No matter how much you fight it."
And in the hollow silence of the street, he believed it was true.
---
Yu's body went rigid as Isuke's lips broke from his, dragging hotly down his jaw. A sharp nip at the curve of his neck made him gasp, the sting blooming into a wet heat as a tongue traced the mark, deliberate, possessive.
"N-No—stop—!"
Yu's voice cracked as his back pressed harder into the wall, his hands scrambling against Isuke's chest.
"Please, stop—"
But his protest only seemed to drive Isuke further. The gloved hands slipped lower, fingers sliding down the curve of Yu's thighs through the silken dress before crawling back up, shameless, greedy. One hand pressed against his flat chest, groping, kneading, as if to memorize the shape of him.
Yu shook his head violently, tears brimming, his heart hammering. His whole being screamed rejection—but his incubus blood twisted traitorously, sparking flickers of heat that made him shudder in shame. His body and soul warred against each other, leaving him helplessly pinned between terror and unwanted hunger.
Isuke's breath was heavy, ragged with hunger.
"Mine."
He whispered harshly against Yu's skin, biting at the hollow of his throat, sucking as if to brand him.
"You'll see—you were always mine."
Yu whimpered, trembling, trapped in the dark, desperate for a voice, a hand, Taichi—
And then it came.
"Yu?!"
The cry cut through the night like a blade.
Both froze.
From the far end of the street, Taichi came running, his cloak whipping behind him, his mask slightly askew. His voice cracked with urgency, raw with alarm.
"Yu!"
Yu's breath hitched, his eyes wide, his heart lurching so hard it hurt. Relief slammed into him like air after drowning.
Isuke's grip tightened for a single, furious heartbeat, lips pulling away with a snarl hidden beneath the beastly mask. Then his hands slipped off Yu's body, the stolen moment breaking as the real Taichi closed in.
The cocoon of shadows shattered, and the violation was no longer unseen.
Taichi's footsteps pounded against the pavement as he closed the distance—and in an instant, his body froze.
There, against the wall, in the dim yellow wash of a dying streetlamp, was himself.
A beastly prince in mask and cloak, identical down to the tilt of the head, pinning Yu with crushing weight. Yu's pale hair spilled over his shoulders, his gown wrinkled and tugged, his face flushed with tears.
It was like staring into a warped mirror, a grotesque twin image.
"What—"
Taichi's breath faltered, his fists clenching as his eyes blazed.
"Get away from him!"
Isuke didn't flinch. His grip on Yu's wrist lingered for a fraction of a heartbeat too long before he released, cloak shifting as he straightened. The mask tilted toward Taichi, silent, confident—as though daring him to claim Yu.
Yu's heart seized. His whole body shook as his wide ruby eyes darted between them—their twin masks, their twin cloaks. His voice caught in his throat, panic rising, terror splintering through the fragile trust he'd clung to.
"No… no, please—"
His chest heaved, and then the words ripped free, loud and trembling.
"I-I didn't know, Taichi! I didn't!"
The cry rang out sharp and raw, cutting through the silence, through the trickery, through the suffocating haze Isuke had woven.
Taichi's eyes widened at Yu's desperate plea, and in that moment, the truth landed with the weight of a stone.
The monster standing before him wasn't a mirror.
It was Isuke Sasaki.
The street went still.
Taichi stood rigid, fists clenched at his sides, chest heaving as his eyes burned into the false twin before him. Yu pressed against the wall, trembling so hard his tiara slipped, falling soundlessly into the dark. His bag hung limply in his hands, forgotten.
Isuke didn't move away. Instead, he tilted his mask toward Taichi, slow and deliberate, the gesture carrying a mocking grace. His gloved fingers brushed across his lips as if savoring the taste left behind.
"Interesting, isn't it?"
Isuke's voice was smooth, velvety with malice.
"To see yourself reflected in the act of claiming him."
"Shut your mouth, asshole!"
Taichi snarled, his voice trembling with restrained fury.
Isuke ignored him, turning his masked face down toward Yu, who shook under the weight of that gaze.
"You kissed me back, Yu. Don't deny it. Some part of you wanted me… not him."
Yu's breath hitched sharply.
"No! I thought—you—I didn't—"
His words fractured, his knees nearly buckling under the pressure of being caught between them.
Taichi took a step forward, voice cutting through the fog.
"Don't listen to him, Yu."
His glare sharpened on Isuke.
"You tricked him. You violated him. You fucking bastard!"
"Violated? Hahaha!"
Isuke's laugh was low, cold, echoing against the empty street.
"Don't flatter yourself. You hover at his side like a dog—no, like a beast—dragging him down and thinking you can have claim over him. But Yu is mine. He just needs someone who can make him see that. Who will take… his everything."
Yu shook his head violently, pressing his back harder against the wall.
"No—stop it, both of you—"
Taichi's last thread of restraint snapped. With a roar, he lunged.
"Bastard! I'll kill you tonight!"
The night exploded into motion.
Cloak against cloak, mask against mask, Taichi hurled himself at Isuke, fists swinging with raw fury. Isuke met him head-on, his movements sharp, predatory, fueled by obsession. The sound of impact cracked through the silence—fists, cloth tearing, boots scraping against pavement.
Yu cried out, clapping his hands over his mouth as the two figures, identical in silhouette, clashed violently before him.
The world he thought was safe was tearing itself apart.
Taichi slammed into Isuke with the sheer force of a battering ram, sending both of them stumbling across the pavement. Fists flew wild and furious—Taichi's knuckles cracking against Isuke's jaw, the masked boy's head snapping to the side. Isuke retaliated with a vicious elbow, driving into Taichi's ribs, the sound dull and sickening.
Yu flinched at every blow, his hands shaking as he clutched at his dress, too terrified to move forward and too horrified to look away.
They grappled, bodies slamming against the wall, cloaks tangling, fists bruising flesh. Taichi's breaths came in ragged gasps, every strike fueled by the raw need to protect, to tear this monster away from Yu. Isuke moved with equal ferocity, not letting go, fingers digging into Taichi's arm like claws, twisting, wrenching, aiming to break him down piece by piece.
A sick thud rang out as Isuke drove Taichi's back into the wall. Taichi retaliated with a headbutt that split the skin across Isuke's lip, the mask slipping askew to reveal a flash of blue eye glinting in the dark.
For a heartbeat, everything slowed.
Isuke smirked through the blood.
"Sloppy. Always sloppy. You fight like a boy protecting a toy you don't understand how to use."
Taichi's eyes narrowed, his rage flaring hotter.
"You don't get to talk about Yu like that! Yu isn't a toy! He's my boyfriend! Mine!"
But then, the shift came.
Isuke straightened, rolling his shoulders with predatory calm. His blows stopped being wild—each strike now deliberate, precise, aimed to cripple. A knee to Taichi's thigh, an open palm snapping his head back, a twist of the wrist to throw him off balance. He fought like a man dissecting his opponent—cold, measured, merciless.
Taichi staggered under the weight of that calculation, but he never stopped, never slowed. He kept throwing himself back at Isuke, fists raw, teeth clenched, driven by something deeper than strategy: Yu's cry for help still echoing in his chest.
Isuke's laughter cut through the chaos, low and taunting.
"See the difference, Yu? He's all rage and no control. I, on the other hand—"
His fist crashed into Taichi's jaw, snapping his head sideways.
"—know exactly what I want. And know how to get it. Yu, leave Arifukua and be mine."
Yu's heart clenched, panic rising to a scream on the tip of his tongue as the two versions of Taichi blurred before his eyes—the boy he trusted, and the boy who wanted to consume him.
The street rang with the raw, ugly sounds of fists against flesh.
Taichi and Isuke slammed into each other again and again, their cloaks snapping in the cold air, their masks scraping and cracking under the blows. One moment Taichi's fury drove Isuke back a step, the next Isuke's calculated strike folded Taichi nearly in half. They were shadows colliding, identical and indistinguishable but for the way they moved—one with desperate, reckless fire, the other with merciless control.
Yu stood frozen at the wall, his whole body shaking. His throat burned with the scream he couldn't release, his red eyes wide and wet as he watched two Taichis tear each other apart before him.
"Stop—please stop—! Taichi! Taichi!"
His voice broke, swallowed by the clash of bodies.
Neither listened.
Isuke twisted sharply, driving Taichi to the ground with a cruel snap of movement—but Taichi rolled with it, dragging Isuke down, their fists hammering into each other with no thought for self-preservation. Blood spattered across the pavement. A mask cracked down the middle.
And still they didn't stop.
The chaos echoed down the dark, empty street. Windows rattled. Dogs barked in the distance.
Then—
"Oi, oi! You two! Police!"
"HEY! HEY! Alright! Break it up!"
The shout sliced through the night. Flashlights snapped on, harsh beams cutting across the scene as two uniformed officers came running down the block.
Taichi and Isuke froze, still locked in a grapple, fists poised for the next strike.
"On the ground! Now!"
The officers' voices thundered, their presence suddenly undeniable.
Yu gasped, stumbling forward with trembling hands raised, his tiara gone, his cheap gown torn from his grip, his cheeks streaked with tears.
"Please—they were fighting—he—"
But his words tangled, his fear choking them into silence.
Rough hands pulled the fighters apart, dragging both masked boys to their feet. Taichi resisted, screaming for Yu.
"Yu! Yu! Get off me! I need to be with Yu! Yu! Dammit, Isuke Sasaki, I'm going to kill you!"
Another officer shoved him toward the patrol car. Isuke didn't resist at all—he only laughed softly under his breath, the sound sending a chill through Yu's spine.
Backup came quickly and a female officer, seeing Yu in a ripped dress, assumed the worst and quickly got a blanket from the trunk of her patrol car. She gingerly wrapped it around Yu who flinched upon contact.
"Please, follow me. I'll take you to the station in a separate car. We'll need a statement from you."
Yu was confused, he wasn't sure what was going to happen. All he knew was that this lady was going to take him to where they were dragging Taichi. He desperately needed to be by Taichi, so he nodded and let the woman guide him into the backseat.
The night that had been warm and playful hours ago was shattered.
And so, under the sick glow of the streetlights, Yu, Taichi, and Isuke were all swept away to the nearest police station.
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The harsh fluorescent lights of the station made everything feel unreal, like Yu had stumbled into a world too sharp, too bright. His hands trembled as he clutched the edges of the thin blanket draped around his shoulders, the fabric smelling faintly of detergent. He sat hunched in a plastic chair, knees pressed together under the torn folds of his princess costume, eyes red and raw from crying.
A female officer crouched in front of him, her voice soft despite the sterile hum of the station around them.
"Hey, sweetheart, you're safe now. You hear me? Just take your time."
She pressed a steaming paper cup into his hands. Yu nearly dropped it, his fingers quivering, but the warmth seeped into him, grounding him in the tiniest way. He clung to it like it was a lifeline.
"I—I didn't know…"
Yu stammered, words spilling in broken pieces. His throat ached, his chest heavy.
"He—he looked just like Taichi… I thought it was him… until—until he—"
His voice fractured, tears spilling down again as he ducked his head.
The officer's hand was steady on his shoulder.
"Breathe. You don't have to rush."
Yu hiccupped, struggling to steady himself as he spoke.
"He kissed me, and I thought it was Taichi. But then he… he hurt me. He said things, awful things, and then Taichi came, and there were two of them, and I didn't know who was who, and—and—"
His words dissolved into quiet sobs. The officer nodded gently, jotting down notes with one hand while the other stayed firm and reassuring.
"You did good telling us. You're doing really good, Yu. Just keep breathing."
Yu's heart pounded, the world around him fading in and out like he was underwater. He wanted Taichi, his real Taichi, but the image of two masked figures colliding kept replaying behind his eyes.
---
In another room, the tone was entirely different.
The metal table rang as Taichi's fist struck it in frustration. His knuckles were split, blood dried along the edges. His voice was raw, ragged.
"I didn't attack that bastard for no reason—I was trying to protect Yu!"
The officer across from him didn't flinch.
"You expect us to believe that when witnesses saw you both brawling in the street?"
"It wasn't me who started it!"
Taichi's teeth clenched, eyes blazing.
"It was Isuke Sasaki."
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And elsewhere, another interrogation.
Isuke sat perfectly still, mask removed, wig gone, his true face exposed under the sterile light. His lip was split, a smear of dried blood at the corner of his mouth, but his posture was relaxed, almost elegant.
The officer studying him frowned.
"You're saying you had no intention of harming the girl?"
Isuke's smile was calm, calculated.
"Harming? No. I only gave Yu what he was too afraid to admit he wanted. Isn't that what love is? Giving someone what they crave?"
The officer's pen stilled. The air thickened.
Isuke leaned forward slightly, his blue eyes glinting cold.
"Yu will see. He'll realize it sooner or later."
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The hum of fluorescent lights was the only sound Yu could cling to. The station felt endless—white walls, hard chairs, the shuffle of shoes and clipped voices somewhere beyond the room. Yet the blanket around his shoulders anchored him, its weight a barrier between him and the nightmare still pulsing behind his eyes.
The female officer stayed with him, crouched low so she wasn't looming. Her pen tapped softly against her notepad as she gave him time, never pushing.
"You're very brave, Yu."
She murmured, pouring another cup of warm water from a carafe.
"What you went through tonight… that wasn't your fault. None of it."
Yu's fingers tightened on the cup she handed him. He could hardly feel the heat through the trembling.
"I… I couldn't tell. I thought it was him. But Taichi would never—"
His voice cracked, his throat too raw to finish.
The officer gently reached up, brushing a stray lock of white hair from his face.
"That's because you trust him. And you were tricked. That kind of deception—it's cruel. But don't blame yourself for believing. Anyone would have."
Yu's red eyes welled again, but he nodded, hiding behind the rim of the paper cup. The steam blurred his vision, giving him somewhere to look besides the officer's steady eyes.
Minutes blurred into something slower, softer. He answered her repeated questions in halting fragments—when they'd gone trick-or-treating, when they stopped at the store, how the boy in the mask had grabbed his bag. His words broke down when he reached the wall, the kiss, the touch. His stutter tangled everything, but the officer never rushed him, only filling the silence with calm patience.
Somewhere deeper in the station, voices rose—sharp, heavy, men arguing. Yu flinched, pulling the blanket tighter, but the officer rested a hand on his shoulder.
"You don't need to listen to that."
She said firmly.
"You're safe here. We'll handle the rest."
Yu let his head drop against the back of the chair, exhaustion pulling at his bones. For the first time in hours, he let his body slacken, as though the blanket and the officer's steady presence could hold him together where he was breaking apart.
He didn't know what would happen to Taichi or to Isuke. He didn't know how tomorrow could possibly come after tonight.
All he knew was that—for now—he wasn't alone.