Learning to live again

This is my first fic so please be gentle and give me advice to make it better. Also if you like it say so, it will give me the needed courage to go on!
Please forgive my not-perfect english, my first language being french...

Disclaimer: The characters are all from my strange imagination so don't touch them!

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Pain shot through his back, rendering his attempt to get up near impossible. Lying back on the bed, he slowly took in his surroundings. A huge bed with soft linen sheets but no other furniture. A red and orange light came from the only window, illuminating with its fierce color his slender and pale frame. It was already dawn and another day in hell was starting. He slowly closed his eyes, trying to imagine he was back home when he and his family had lived happily and he thought himself loved.

That part of his life was long gone though and memories came with more and more difficulty. He couldn’t say for how much time he had been here but it seemed like a small eternity to him. A small eternity of waking up only to want to fall back asleep in order to forget the events of the previous night.

The sound of a key being inserted in a lock bought him out of his misery and he brought himself to a sitting position while ignoring the pain he was now used to and trying not to wake his master up. If he woke him up that early, it could mean another bout of torture and even if he was now used to it, it didn’t mean he had to like it. But instead of his usual guard, he found himself staring at deep green eyes. The man whose eyes he was staring at stared back in surprise at him and the sleeping form next to him.

The man then put a finger in front of his mouth asking him not to make any noise and motioned for the people behind him to get in. Not knowing what else to do and not caring anyway, he simply sat there and watched as at least ten men came in and surrounded the little bed. What could they want? He was long past being self conscious so he did no movement to hide his bruised naked body. He was also long past the point where he cared for anything that wasn’t linked to him dying because he had learned the hard way that that was the only way to get free, so he only stared blankly at this strange reunion.

Suddenly, his master grabbed his wrist and pulled him in front on him. A dagger was placed beneath on his throat. His breath caught in his chest and he was momentarily blinded by the pain resulting in the rough treatment. He vaguely felt something connect with his head before everything went black.

He woke up at the feeling of a firm and warm chest pressed against his face and a sick feeling of movement. The chest resonated with its owner shouting orders but the spoken words just seemed distant and he found himself just listening to the powerful low pitched voice instead of trying to understand what was said. The voice was strangely soothing and calming and was the only noise that seemed to get to his fogged mind. He slowly drifted back to sleep and its welcomed numbness.

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The kid was no more than a feather in his arms as he ran through the long corridors to the huge hall where all the intervention squad was supposed to meet. They had found out about this hideout a week ago and an attack had been thoroughly, even if hastily, planned. They had thought Demodred wouldn’t be there and had been surprised to find him in bed with the poor boy.

The mission had started like any other one with them encircling the building silently and cutting all the possible escape routes as well as the telephone. When the two teams had been in place, the signal had been given and they had silently cleared the first obstacle: the front door guards. One team had been left on the ground while the other had silently climbed the high building to attack from the windows and roof.

His team had easily cleared the guards on the roof and carefully invaded the last ETAGE. They had dispersed in the early morning silent corridors. The sleeping staff had been gagged and bound before they even realized what had happened. The guards had had the same fate. Being professionals, the security system had been deactivated in a matter of seconds and the alarm had not been raised.

They had presumed Demodred would be in the larger room the plan of the villa had shown but found the room empty and no sign that someone had been there. The rooms next to his were all locked and but they had rapidly found the keys on one of the guards. They had then proceeded to secure each room one by one. He had not been surprised to find some of his disappeared man and numerous other prisoners in different states of suffering. Some had been tortured, others were half dead and delirious but some of them were fine.

When he came to the last room, he expected nothing different but was suddenly on guard when he saw the mop of blue hair on the pillow. The only description they had been able to get of Demodred was clear: he had shoulder length blue hair and a long scar from lips to eye on the left side of his face. Both characteristics could clearly be seen. His attention was caught by a small movement next to the man. He stared in utter shock as a man, no; a boy sat and stared at him with blank eyes. The golden eyes showed so many things and still seemed blank that he was dumbfounded. He carefully signaled to the boy to stay silent before motioning to his team to get into the room as silently as was possible.

They were a lot like the tiger their team had been named after: silent but deadly. The boy just sat impassively and watched them enter and point their guns and swords to the man next to him. His heart was torn as he thought about what that boy must have gone through to have that look on his face. The young man was covered in bruises and naked but it didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest, he seemed used to it and that made a sudden rage rise in the team’s captain. He was going to take the boy away when Demodred’s hand shot from underneath the covers and put the boy in front of him as a human shield.

He looked at them arrogantly and with the boy in front of him started to climb out of the bed. “Shusui!” The green eyed man shouted and his second, who was placed behind the bed and had gone unnoticed, slammed the back of his gun hard on the demon man’s head. A loud crack was heard and Demodred fell on the boy’s back. The movement made the already dizzy boy fall face first on the carpet where his head connected with the floor before the captain had the time to prevent it.

The said captain had enveloped the boy in the white sheet before carefully lifting him from the ground and placing him against his chest. “Team one to team two” he said, knowing the little microphone near his mouth was connected to his radio and transmitting his voice to the other team.
“Team two answering” was his reply in the small earplug.
“Target found and bound, floor cleared, you?”
“Floor cleared, target’s second apprehended. Going to meeting point”
“Well done, we will be there in 5 minutes”

As the hall came in view he saw several bound men on the floor and the other team waiting. “The police is on their way we should go.” the other team’s captain told me. “Who is the kid?”
“I don’t know but he is coming with us” he replied with his commanding voice, showing discussion would not be tolerated.
“Okay, but you will be the one to explain this to the high ups.”

With that the two teams minus one man exited the huge house and climbed in black vans. The last man had to make sure the prisoners were safely put in the police’s hand before disappearing.

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