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Well look what we have here... Shiro looks lovely in rope or chain and bleeding. I'm a terrible person... XD

What has happened? Mephisto come save him(unless it was he who did this )! Captioning welcome!

My theory in the short ficlet below;

Disoriented Shiro started to stir awake.

He couldn't see and neither could he move. His body aching and sore, he was laying on his side on a hard cold surface, his hands behind his back and bound by some kind of rope at the elbow and wrist. He was blindfolded by what felt like his own scarf which was tightly secured behind his head completely obscuring his sight. Thankfully he still wore his heavy jacket and coat to cut the cold air that seeped across the floor.

Trying to sit up or at least turn over Shiro felt throbbing pain from the stressed joints in his arms and from laying on a hard floor, he could also feel the locations of several bad bruises. Shiro's lip was split and dry, a bruised wound on his cheek stuck to the blindfold from contact with the butt of a gun, the only recollection Shiro had.

Yet still, he had no memory of where he was or how he got here...

He heard a door swing open and with it a chilled frozen air swept over him followed by distant footsteps. Shiro's breathing deepened as he pulled slightly, testing his restraints as he heard two male voices approach.

"It is cold as a bitch out there." One said rubbing his hands together and stomping the ice off his shoes. "Hey, look I think he's coming to..."

"Good. About time..." A more husky voice said.

"I don't see the whole point in all this. It is a waste of time. Why couldn't I just kill him instead of having to go through all this bull shit? Same result."

"Because if you had killed him then I would have killed you.." The deeper voice answered coldly as the younger man went quiet. "And no, it will not be the same. With him alive 'he' will be willing to do most anything to get him back. You're getting paid the same so quit your wining."

"He's an exorcist... So what's so important about him that he can't be done away with?"

"He's Shiro Fujimoto. The Paladin of the True Cross. He is very skilled and valuable to them but even more so to 'him'. My brother treasures this human by all accounts..."

Brother?...

"...Then he must be worth a lot of money..." The younger sneered.

Shiro snarled, They want to ransom me? He was about to scream some empty threat yet nothing came out. His mouth and throat was too dry which made him realize his extreme thirst and hunger. How long have I been here like this? He had to have been out at least two days...

"No. It's not for something as useless as money." The deeper voice cut in and snapped Shiro's attention back.

Footsteps circled him until they were facing Shiro. There was a momentary silence as the priest remained absolutely still, not even daring to breathe, when an unexpected blow slammed into his gut, the toe of a boot, then again. Shiro jumped causing his bound muscles to throb. He was only able to contain a half cry which in the condition of his throat sounded more like a squeak.

"I know you're awake." The voice spoke coldly, kneeling forward as the lip of a bottle smacked Shiro's mouth. "Drink this." From what seeped between his lips, It was clean, cool water.

At first Shiro turned his head away when a fist balled in his hair and yanked his head back, smacking the lip of the bottle against his mouth again.

"I said drink, you won't die of dehydration. Drink or I will make you."

He gave in, too starved for water not to, and swallowed mouthfuls of it down. After a few seconds of this the bottle was snatched away.

"That's enough. I don't need you pissing yourself." He said with the usual curve of melancholy.

"Amaimon..." Taking in several deep breaths, Shiro growled and licked his lips as he spoke. His voice still raw and hoarse from dehydration. "How long have you been running around Assiah? Does your brother know you're here-?"

A sudden blow was sent to his ribs then again as he yelped and squirmed. The violent force brought up blood as Shiro coughed it up.

"You're willpower is so strong even my father can't control your body by magic but that doesn't mean I can't make you suffer with it. You don't speak only listen – Understand?"

Shiro's lip curled to a small snarl as blood seeped out his split lip. Twitching slightly, trying to hold in his agony, he nod once.

"Good boy." The voice softened, "because I wouldn't want to kill you, at least you haven't given me a reason to yet, you are valuable to me. I am bored and I want to come and go as I please. You're my ticket to this." The demon leaned over his captive. "I am sure my brother will give it to me to have you again."

Fingers trailed down the curve of his jaw to his neatly trimmed beard. His fingers were cold and nails sharp like claws. It was just like Mephisto's touch yet it was not. Shiro recoiled and snapped at those fingers yet catches only air.

"You're fun to play with..." The creature giggled amused as he repeated this act to narrowly miss Shiro's teeth as another hand slid up his thigh and stopped at the hip, Shiro recoiled again and kicked empty air. The voice howled. "I can see why my brother likes you. How amusing you are..." Shiro's eyebrows vexed and he grit his teeth as the demon answered him. "No no, you're valuable to me but not in 'that' way, that's my brother's perverse preference. But I promise If he gives me what I want you should survive with no permanent damage."
"Oh course if you were to give me any grief or by chance my brother does not concede to my request..." A boot came down on Shiro's shoulder with inhuman strength, spinning him on his back and pinning him to the floor. The sheer agony of the motion and the weight on his twisted arms and shoulders caused his entire body to arch forward as he cried out. "I will just leave you like this to starve to death."

Description
Well look what we have here... Shiro looks lovely in rope or chain and bleeding. I'm a terrible person... XD

What has happened? Mephisto come save him(unless it was he who did this )! Captioning welcome!

My theory in the short ficlet below;

Disoriented Shiro started to stir awake.

He couldn't see and neither could he move. His body aching and sore, he was laying on his side on a hard cold surface, his hands behind his back and bound by some kind of rope at the elbow and wrist. He was blindfolded by what felt like his own scarf which was tightly secured behind his head completely obscuring his sight. Thankfully he still wore his heavy jacket and coat to cut the cold air that seeped across the floor.

Trying to sit up or at least turn over Shiro felt throbbing pain from the stressed joints in his arms and from laying on a hard floor, he could also feel the locations of several bad bruises. Shiro's lip was split and dry, a bruised wound on his cheek stuck to the blindfold from contact with the butt of a gun, the only recollection Shiro had.

Yet still, he had no memory of where he was or how he got here...

He heard a door swing open and with it a chilled frozen air swept over him followed by distant footsteps. Shiro's breathing deepened as he pulled slightly, testing his restraints as he heard two male voices approach.

"It is cold as a bitch out there." One said rubbing his hands together and stomping the ice off his shoes. "Hey, look I think he's coming to..."

"Good. About time..." A more husky voice said.

"I don't see the whole point in all this. It is a waste of time. Why couldn't I just kill him instead of having to go through all this bull shit? Same result."

"Because if you had killed him then I would have killed you.." The deeper voice answered coldly as the younger man went quiet. "And no, it will not be the same. With him alive 'he' will be willing to do most anything to get him back. You're getting paid the same so quit your wining."

"He's an exorcist... So what's so important about him that he can't be done away with?"

"He's Shiro Fujimoto. The Paladin of the True Cross. He is very skilled and valuable to them but even more so to 'him'. My brother treasures this human by all accounts..."

Brother?...

"...Then he must be worth a lot of money..." The younger sneered.

Shiro snarled, They want to ransom me? He was about to scream some empty threat yet nothing came out. His mouth and throat was too dry which made him realize his extreme thirst and hunger. How long have I been here like this? He had to have been out at least two days...

"No. It's not for something as useless as money." The deeper voice cut in and snapped Shiro's attention back.

Footsteps circled him until they were facing Shiro. There was a momentary silence as the priest remained absolutely still, not even daring to breathe, when an unexpected blow slammed into his gut, the toe of a boot, then again. Shiro jumped causing his bound muscles to throb. He was only able to contain a half cry which in the condition of his throat sounded more like a squeak.

"I know you're awake." The voice spoke coldly, kneeling forward as the lip of a bottle smacked Shiro's mouth. "Drink this." From what seeped between his lips, It was clean, cool water.

At first Shiro turned his head away when a fist balled in his hair and yanked his head back, smacking the lip of the bottle against his mouth again.

"I said drink, you won't die of dehydration. Drink or I will make you."

He gave in, too starved for water not to, and swallowed mouthfuls of it down. After a few seconds of this the bottle was snatched away.

"That's enough. I don't need you pissing yourself." He said with the usual curve of melancholy.

"Amaimon..." Taking in several deep breaths, Shiro growled and licked his lips as he spoke. His voice still raw and hoarse from dehydration. "How long have you been running around Assiah? Does your brother know you're here-?"

A sudden blow was sent to his ribs then again as he yelped and squirmed. The violent force brought up blood as Shiro coughed it up.

"You're willpower is so strong even my father can't control your body by magic but that doesn't mean I can't make you suffer with it. You don't speak only listen – Understand?"

Shiro's lip curled to a small snarl as blood seeped out his split lip. Twitching slightly, trying to hold in his agony, he nod once.

"Good boy." The voice softened, "because I wouldn't want to kill you, at least you haven't given me a reason to yet, you are valuable to me. I am bored and I want to come and go as I please. You're my ticket to this." The demon leaned over his captive. "I am sure my brother will give it to me to have you again."

Fingers trailed down the curve of his jaw to his neatly trimmed beard. His fingers were cold and nails sharp like claws. It was just like Mephisto's touch yet it was not. Shiro recoiled and snapped at those fingers yet catches only air.

"You're fun to play with..." The creature giggled amused as he repeated this act to narrowly miss Shiro's teeth as another hand slid up his thigh and stopped at the hip, Shiro recoiled again and kicked empty air. The voice howled. "I can see why my brother likes you. How amusing you are..." Shiro's eyebrows vexed and he grit his teeth as the demon answered him. "No no, you're valuable to me but not in 'that' way, that's my brother's perverse preference. But I promise If he gives me what I want you should survive with no permanent damage."
"Oh course if you were to give me any grief or by chance my brother does not concede to my request..." A boot came down on Shiro's shoulder with inhuman strength, spinning him on his back and pinning him to the floor. The sheer agony of the motion and the weight on his twisted arms and shoulders caused his entire body to arch forward as he cried out. "I will just leave you like this to starve to death."