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The continued shouts of Neko aided Yuki in his search, along with confirming that it was indeed him. The tech had told him that their sick freak of a boss was in the testing area, and he felt... And hoped, that he'd be finding both friend and enemy in the same place. Moments ago, his mood had been lifted with finding his sister alive. As he walked now, the anger he had toward Suto was allowed to resurface. Intentionally, Yuki recalled the time he had spent in the morgue, looking for the one that he had assumed dead, and when he had assumed to have found her. He wouldn't let Suto know that he'd actually found her thereafter, at risk of him putting her into further danger. At the very thought of what might have been done to his sister had he not found her, Yuki did not attempt to suppress a growl. This b*****d was going to pay for what he'd done to them, and if none got in his way, Yuki would make sure he wasn't capable of doing it again.

The screams of agony rang even louder in his ears now, and his gaze was soon fixed on the very window that he had broken in trying to retrieve his sister the first time they had been in this wretched place. Amongst those sounds of pain from Neko, Yuki heard Suto's voice. Barely, but just knowing that he was there was all that he needed. In Suto's distraction with his work, Yuki hoped to reach the door silently and unnoticed. Once he'd reached it, worked quickly as to give Suto as little time to respond as possible. Keycard was swiftly swiped and tossed to the floor, he had one to spare. One hand opened the door, barely an inch, before a foot was lifted to kick it full open with violent force.

Upon entry, Yuki didn't even pay mind to Neko. Not yet. Furious gaze fixed immediately on Suto with a growl that doubtlessly matched his rage, and he'd already crossed the threshold in a run. He closed the distance between them in a second with one fist drawn back. When he aimed his punch toward Suto's skull, he threw all of his weight into it. If it hit, if Suto could still stand afterward he would have one hell of a headache.

As Suto went crashing into the counter, Yuki moved closer to him. Neko spoke, but got no answer. To Yuki, when it came to Neko the most important information now was that he was alive. He aimed to position himself in Suto's path, should he try to make a dash for the door. Though, he additionally decided that he didn't like Suto's back facing him. He didn't want any surprises, any call for backup, or any chance for him to return a surprise attack. He didn't reach for him, though he fought with the urge. Instead he watched him, trying to study him for any questionable movements, while he remained tense and ready to move out of his way if he needed to.

Suto's blood hit the floor, and Yuki inwardly felt satisfaction. It wasn't enough, but hurting him in some way was certainly pleasant. His expression did not show any positive reaction, in fact soon he only looked angrier. Suto's question was met with a snarl and a low but furious response, "I'll kill you for what you've done to my sister..." He could dance around the truth as well, while he had found her he didn't intend to make the location so obvious. "You sick b*****d... How dare you!?"

Yuki clenched his jaw against a hiss, "You tell me. Was she in one piece when you threw her into the fire?" Even as Neko began to move, cursing at Suto, Yuki's attention on the scientist did not shift. He was waiting for Suto to drop his guard, give him any sort of opening. Yuki saw only the needle, which he could have laughed at. Did this man honestly think he would fight him off with that?

Then, Suto had looked away. It was all that Yuki needed, in order to respond. He lunged forward, arms outstretched to latch onto Suto if he didn't get out of his way. Yuki wanted to make him suffer, regret what he had done to them. He wanted to wrap his fingers around that throat, and squeeze until he begged for mercy that he would not receive.

[Yay, short. 8D; *dashes off to get ready for work*]

He had him, Yuki had his neck in his grasp, and there was no delay before Yuki clutched his throat in an attempt to strangle him. Unfortunately, Suto had something different in mind. While Yuki seemed not to be phased by his words, but he'd put himself within easy reach of Suto. As the scientist wrapped his arm around his neck, Yuki gave a startled gasp, initially assuming the needle was going to meet with his face, or even an eye. A sharp, sickeningly familiar pain tore into his abdomen, causing him to cry out. His grasp on Suto was released, and as Neko jerked Suto away Yuki staggered forward to where he had been standing. He braced himself on the counter Suto had been leaning against, body quaking as he stood with one hand pressed to his stomach. He removed it to check for blood, said substance covering his palm and fingers. His breathing started to become erratic, heart pumping faster. How far had it gone?

I don't want to die... Neko's first shout gained no reaction, and Yuki looked to be in a daze as he stared wide-eyed at the surface of the counter in front of him. Not after I've come this far, don't take me now... Hitsu was waiting for him, he had to make it out of this to take them back home. How would Neko know she was there, that she was safe, if he didn't take him to her?

Neko had shouted a second time, and Yuki finally turned his attention to him, pale in the face and really no calmer than he had been. He was frightened, with good reason. Yuki also knew that without Hanse, if this was bad he was in real trouble. He saw Neko struggling with Suto, and begun to try and make his way toward them. He stumbled, uncoordinated due to pain and shock. Yuki knew well enough to repeat his attempt to cut off Suto's ability to breathe, and he raised his bloody hand to do it, bracing himself up with the other.

Yuki released Suto soon after Neko, allowing him to hit the floor, thankfully without knocking himself over in the process. Standing was becoming a task, he was getting dizzy, though it was likely to have been his own doing from shock rather than serious blood loss. Not that bleeding wasn't a worry, his stomach was covered in it, giving him all the more reason to believe the laceration was deep.

He followed Neko's request, and worked at removing his restraints. As he fumbled with the one over his shoulders, he seemed distracted, focused on something else. Clenching his jaw, swallowing rather rapidly. He moved to Neko's wrist when his shoulders were free, shaking hands giving him more trouble this time around. For a few seconds he slipped with the restraint, because of the blood on his hands and his own nervousness. The swallowing he'd been doing was suddenly given reason, as his attempts to keep sickness down backfired. He wretched, trying to move away from Neko quickly and nearly falling backward as he did. A violent heave, and the blood he'd been trying to keep down forced its way up and out, leaving a sizable puddle on the floor.

He stared at the floor, and his blood. He struggled against more heaving, as though keeping it down would make things better somehow. It sounded as though Neko was free, but Yuki didn't look up when he spoke. Instead, he tried speaking himself. His words were choked now and again, but since he didn't know if he'd make it from this room he had to tell him. "Sh-she's alive." He swallowed, bringing a hand to his stomach, trying to determine how deep it was. The pain didn't feel the same, but it didn't make it any more calming. "Outside... O-on the stairs... Where Mit-su brought-" Another heave, and more blood. It wasn't as much this time, maybe it was some sort of promising sign?

"Just... encase." Yuki replied, bracing himself to turn around when he heard Neko hit the floor. He was concerned, but inwardly knew... Or hoped... That Neko would be fine. Neko could recover, it was he that could not. "I d-didn't want her... To be left out there alone." He voice was raspy, but he was still standing. Before, it hadn't taken long before he had collapsed. It gave him a little bit of hope. "Kill him." Yuki said, staring at the scientist in his vulnerable state.