Terry's Attack

Ok, so I wrote this a while ago while working on an RP with my Blaze-senpai (still working on the RP, by the way) and I just loved how this came out. I got my Creative writing teacher to critique it and she loved it, so now I'm sharing it with you all. If you don't understand the entire plot line, that's fine, because this is just an excerpt of it. There's this whole complicated story and... yea... Disclaimer time.



These Characters are mine. Yes, I own them all.

The concept of this story is belongs to both me and my Senpai.

This fic is rated R for language and violence



It's really angsty and it makes me wanna cry, but I love it. ^_^ I hope you do too!!



Terry's Attack

By Trinity Renee



It had been a year since that day... since he lost Roxi... And for some reason he still couldn't believe it had been that long. After watching over Xi and making sure that the boy was okay, Zach had somehow slipped away from Law and now found himself in the apartment that he had once shared with Roxi. The place hadn't changed since the day he could last remember it. Photos were still on the wall, food still in the kitchen, Roxi's instruments still setting in the corner where he had left them before coming to bed one night.



A layer of dust had found it's way over everything during the course of the last year, and dragging his fingers through it left a small trail. The place was quiet, too quiet for his liking, and soon his memories started to overlap reality. "Okari, Zach." He could hear Roxi call from the kitchen as he tinkered around, trying to think of something to cook. Zach would slowly move towards the voice, a smile gracing his features upon sight of his fushia-haired angel. Roxi was so small, and when he wrapped his arms around the Japanese man, his body would mold perfectly to fit his. He would smile more, bending down to attack Roxi's neck with kisses, only to earn a squeal from the man. This was always his chance to steal something of what Roxi was making, but his angel knew him too well and always smacked his hand away with a "No! You have to wait till dinner!"



"But Roxi... I'm hungry now!!!" He could hear himself whine in response, watching the smaller man turn in his arms and loosely drape his arms over Zach's shoulders.



"You're always hungry... I'm surprised you're not fat with how much you eat!" A poke in the stomach, a scratch over the area.



"I'm a growin' man ya know... Gotta have my food!"



"That excuse would have worked if you were eight-teen."



"Damn..." His response always pulled a laugh out of Roxi as the man leaned up to kiss his cheek, whispering I love you before going back to cooking, Zach taking a seat at the table to watch his sexy fiancé shake his ass while humming to one of his own songs.



The memory soon disappeared, however, when Zach felt the all to familiar wetness on his cheeks... that belonging to tears... He found himself sitting at the table, staring at the stove where Roxi would have been cooking, would have been singing, would have been dancing... If he was still there. Sighing, Zach stood and made his way to the master bedroom, hearing Roxi's voice again.



"Zach!! Where did you put my boxers?!"



"I didn't touch them!"



"You liar! They were sitting on the toilet and now they're gone!"



"Don't know what you're talking about!"



"Oooo... you baka!" Roxi would come out of the bathroom, a towel tied around his waist, trying to look angry at a grinning Zach who sat like a king on the bed. No words would be exchanged as Roxi would pounce at him, trying to pin him to the bed. But with Zach stronger and bigger, the attack would be of no use. Roxi would find himself looking up at his Italian fiancé and he'd try to pout a bit, but even that attempt wouldn't work as Zach bent down, stealing a kiss from Roxi.



The memories faded once more, Zach stepping away from the bedroom. This place was so full of memories, and the worst of memories layed before him. He was back in the living room, looking over the darkened room with tear burned eyes. On the lavish carpet just in front of the balcony glass door layed a deep brown stain. It was his blood, he knew that all to well. The cordless phone he had used that night was still on the floor where he had dropped it, the gun laying untouched and covered in the blanket of dust. This was a memory he didn't want to live again, but his mind ignored it. That had been the most painful night of his life. First he lost the only reason he had to live, to some cruel joke his god had played on him. After all the hell his god had forced him to go through, why did Roxi have to be taken from him?



His god was laughing at him; he knew that, because his life had been nothing but a monumental joke. So why not turn the tables? That was why he called Law that night. He was telling the man good-bye, so that he could turn the tables and it would be him laughing at his god. He had put that gun to his head, he was ready for his life to be finished, and he pulled the trigger. The last thing he could hear was a bang before there was darkness, only for him to wake up in a hospital, his god laughing at him once more. Zach moved slowly, ignoring the spot on the wall as he placed his hand on the glass door, looking out. The Tokyo nightline was beautiful, and it was thanks to Roxi that his eyes were opened to his beauty.



He took a minute, staring outside before turning slightly to look over his shoulder, vision barely catching a look of the man that hated him so much. "... So... You're going to hurt me again?"



"Gee... What gave you that idea?" The man stepped out from the shadows. He was a tall man, beautiful golden tan skin with black and green shaggy hair hanging in his cold expressioned faced. Zach knew of the man's intentions and moved to where he was facing forward again, his head hanging.



"Please Terry... Don't... You'll get hurt, or worse... killed..."



"Pfft... Killed? By who? You? HA!! You wish, mafia man." Zach kept silent when he felt the other's hand slowly move up his back, grasping his hair hard and violently yanking his head back. Zach didn't fight back, he couldn't, because he too felt that he deserved whatever punishment that Terry was to give him. "You put us all through a lot of shit, mafia man... Coming in here all nice like and getting Rox to trust you, then hurting him like you did..."



"I... I'm sorry..."



"Sorry doesn't cut it..." Terry hissed as he pulled back, knocking Zach to the ground. He landed with an 'ungh!', Terry taking a couple steps over to dig the heel of his shoe into Zach's hand. "You need to pay, Zachary... And nothing I can do will ease the suffering and pain you caused Rox... But I can sure as hell try..."



Zach had blocked out the next few moments, wanting to slip away into some memory, but none came. By now, Terry had found a rope that had been stashed in the closet and tied it around Zach's torso, tying his arms painfully back so that any movement would make the Italian suffer. Zach was forced onto his knees, sitting on the heels of his feet with his head down. Terry was right, he did deserve this pain, no going around that fact.



"Look up..."



Zach didn't move, his eyes locked onto the floor for a moment until Terry took the opportunity to kick Zach across the face. He did it again twice, for good measure, and smirked when Zach looked up, showing a busted lip with a trail of blood running down the side of his chin and a bloody nose. "You look good in blood... is that why you bathe yourself in it? Because you know?"



"P...Please... stop..."



"SHUT UP!!" Zach received a kick to the gut, causing him to curl forward with the wind knocked out of him. Terry didn't stop there, however, as he grabbed Zach's hair once more, forcing his head back and pulling the Italian into a hard and dominating kiss. It had been Terry's thought for the longest time that the man was only good for a quick fuck. That was his plan as well...to fuck him before killing him, to make sure he felt just a fraction of Roxi's pain and suffering.



Surprisingly, Zach didn't fight back. By now, he should have been screaming, crying, begging for Terry to not kill him because now he was a future husband again and a father. But not a word of that came from the Italian when Terry pulled back from the kiss. Without words of forgiveness, the man was powerless to Zach. This pissed him off as he landed a punch against Zach's cheek, growling loudly. "BEG LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE!!! COME ON!! LET ME HEAR IT!!!"



"...I... I'm sorry..." A slap resounded this time, the force of it able to knock Zach off of his feet and to his side. Terry's fingers found their way around Zach's throat, choking him, wanting to kill him out of pure rage. Through his gagging, Zach looked up with tear-filled eyes, the painful droplets falling down and landing onto the carpet. "S...sor...ry..."



"Sorry? SORRY?! YOU WAIT TILL A YEAR AFTER ROXI IS DEAD BEFORE YOU APOLOGIZE FOR HURTING HIM?!" Terry screamed, his voice filtering out the noises at the door.



"IT'S YOUR FAULT HE'S DEAD!!"



Zach's eyes started to dull while Terry screamed, the man's fingers taking the life out of him.



"YOU KILLED HIM!!"



Zach's tears became worse.



"YOU HURT HIM!!"



Zach could feel the darkness start to pull him into its waiting arms.



"YOU MADE HIM SUFFER!!"



Zach tried to suck in a breath.



"YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM US!! FROM ME!!"



Zach knew he was the one at fault.



"YOU MURDERED HIM!!"



Zach wanted to die...



There was a long silence before Zach realized he could breathe. He gasped, the world crashing down on him again with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and no pain arriving. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see Law, his fiancé there, growling and holding his now broken hand. Terry layed unconscious on the floor next to Zach, a well-placed punch to the head knocking him out cold. Law's eyes went from stone hard to soft as he pulled Zach, still bound, into his arms, Zach silent for a moment more before breaking down in tears. He didn't realize just how close he came to loosing Law, to loosing Xi... to loosing what he had left of Roxi. "Law... I... I..."



"Shh... It's all right... You're safe... You're okay..."



"I'm sorry!"



"It's not your fault..."



"Yes it is! Everything is! It's my fault that Roxi suffered! It's my fault that Roxi cried! It's my fault that Roxi DI-" Zach was cut off when Law kissed him passionately, filled with emotion and love, unlike Terry's lips. With Law untying him and once he was free, Zach buried his face into Law's chest, clinging to the man for dear life. "P... Please... Don't leave me..."



"Never..."



"I'm sorry..."



"You don't have to apologize..."



"... I love you..."



"I love you too..."



Owari

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God, I love this story. Please read and review. I want to hear feedback because I want to use this style again. Thank you! ^_^ Trinity is over and out!