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Chapter Two
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Hiro blinked himself into awareness before letting out a yawn. However, it was still too bright so he decided to keep his eyes shut for a little bit longer. He felt really stiff, like he hadn't been moving his body for a long time. Which was odd, because he shouldn't have been in bed for that long. Usually Aunt Cass would wake him for breakfast from the racket she would make, singing and dancing and whatnot downstairs. Actually, he should be able to smell the fresh baked croissants from the oven; the extras she always made on Tuesdays for the café were always a great way to start the day. He started to stretch to get his bones moving. This bed felt softer than usual too –

The sound of metal clanging on the bedpost caused for Hiro to jolt. Looking to his left he saw that his wrist was handcuffed to the bedpost. Tugging on it proved to him that it was secure. Events of last night trickled back to him, of winning the fight without a fight, of that masked man almost following him back to his house. That man who may have been watching Hiro for a while, and only decided now to make his move.

Trying his best not to panic, Hiro pushed those thoughts aside for now and opened his eyes to look around, blinking to get them to focus. He was not in the joint room he shared with his older brother for years, but rather a much larger room tinted with a light beige color thanks to the curtains. He was underneath a white silky canopy under caramel sheets, in a room void of any pictures of people but instead littered with stuffed birds from all over the globe in certain corners of the room with clouds hanging from the ceiling around a small chandelier. Appeared to be a nice room weren't he chained to the bed. Looking at the curtains, Hiro snickered at the thought of the window having bars to prevent him from flying away. Regardless of whether or not they did, Hiro couldn't reach the window anyway.

He checked his arm for any pricks of that needle, frowning when he realized he wasn't wearing his blue hoodie. Or one of his red mecha shirts for that matter. Hiro pulled the covers away and frowned in confusion when he found himself in a plain light blue dress with long flowy white sleeves that he had mistaken for his usual white shirt. Eyes followed the white knee high socks and Hiro lifted the dress to find himself wearing silky lace blue panties to his mortification.

He understood chaining him to a bed; even stripping him Hiro could come up with a few reasons why it would benefit his kidnapper. But this? Why the hell would his kidnapper put him in a dress? What could he possibly obtain by putting him in a dress? Or even making him wear panties? Unless he has some kind of fetish for boys in dresses?

Hiro shuddered and decided to stop that line of thought before it was too late. The bed he was on was of very nice quality; he hasn't felt a bed this soft... ever. His bed at home was pretty soft don't get him wrong but this was on a whole new scale of softness. He really felt like he was on a cloud. Hiro just let himself take a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Deeming himself relaxed enough to actually assess the situation without having a full blown panic attack, Hiro opened his eyes to find himself still in this foreign room. Not that he expected to teleport back home but he supposed he could cross off the 'just dreaming' idea off the list. Honestly, although he was chained to the bed and in an unknown environment, Hiro was pretty comfortable all things considered. He always pictured kidnapping situations to have the victim locked in a cell deep underground with a flickering light bulb his only source for light. The window proved to him that he was at least above ground and that it was still day, if not morning.

The dress and panties were unexpected. He expected to be either naked, stripped to the point he was basically naked, or better yet just to have remained in the clothes he was brought in.

The lack of the captor making an appearance was to be expected as well. There must be some cameras around. Probably waiting for Hiro to start making some sort of fuss that demanded attention. Being incapacitated also makes sense, so Hiro would be unable to wander off and assess his surroundings fully to be able to plan an escape.

The man knows that Hiro made his bot, has seen his bot in action. Has seen him playing with everyone. He should know what Hiro is capable of.

Hiro took a deep breath and couldn't help but smirk. A minor setback, but it would make a great story to tell later on. Like the making out with Tadashi story, though Tadashi doesn't like to talk about that. Hopefully he'll be able to get away soon; he wouldn't want to worry Aunt Cass or Tadashi for his lack of appearance. With luck he'll be home by dinner time.

Regardless, this was going to be fun.

Hiro was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a knock at the door.

Discarding any thought as to why his kidnapper would knock at his cell door, Hiro immediately lay back down, hiding under the covers like it would protect him, and tried to even his breathing by the time the door opened. Pretending to still be asleep was the best option at this point. Footsteps approached him, and Hiro had to restrain himself from fidgeting with all his might when there was a dip in the bed and a hand on his shoulder.

"I know you're awake, Hiro," said an older man with a soothing voice that made Hiro relax, oddly enough. "And I know you have lots of questions that I could answer for you."

Hiro perked up at the thought of answers. Curiosity got the better of him. "Could or world?" he asked as the man lifted the sheets from the boy on the bed.

The man laughed, and Hiro frowned. Was this his kidnapper? This old man who could probably pass as his grandfather? No way.

The man shrugged. "Depends on the questions."

Hiro had to know. "Why did you knock on the door just now? You know, instead of just walking in?"

The man seemed taken back by this question; of all the questions to start with he probably wasn't expecting Hiro to ask this one. He quickly recomposed himself. "I merely wished to give you a warning that I was coming in. A typical reason as to why anyone would knock on another's door really. I would knock at any closed door where I know someone else is on the other side. It would be rude otherwise."

Curiosity now satisfied, Hiro didn't hesitate. "Are you the masked man who kidnapped me?"

The man seemed to be unfazed by Hiro's bluntness and quick transition. He smiled at the boy. "Please, call me Robert."

Hiro pulled himself up to lean against the bedpost, giving himself more space to breathe and move. He eyed at Robert carefully; the man was still smiling at him. It was starting to creep him out. Hiro frowned. "You're not saying yes, but you're not saying no either. I'm going to take that creepy smile as a yes though."

Robert continued to smile, hand reaching outward for Hiro but Hiro recoiled away. Robert retracted his hand with a frown before quickly smiling again. "I wouldn't think of it as a kidnapping, Hiro. Think of it more as... assertive adopting."

Hiro blinked. "Adopting?" Oh no what kind of sick fuck had Hiro come into contact with? This wasn't a type of game Hiro wanted to play. He attempted to jump off the bed but the cursed handcuff just had him flailing about. "What? You can't just kidnap me and claim to adopt me! I already have a family!"

Robert just laughed as he pulled Hiro close to him. Hiro squirmed underneath his touch. "Glad to see you already have the correct mindset." He placed his head on Hiro's, ignoring the struggling.

"I don't mean you, you fucking creepy bastard!" Hiro continued to struggle for his freedom, using as much of his strength that he had. Of course, being as small and skinny as he was without any food it was met with minimal effort. Hiro quickly grew tired and his attempts at freedom grew weaker and weaker.

"I don't particularly care for your language, but in time we will fix that." Robert released Hiro when he stopped, slightly out of breath. "Hmm, more energy than I thought you would have, but that's good! Are you hungry, Hiro?" he asked.

The thought of food made his belly rumble, but Hiro glared at Robert. "What, so you could feed me more drugs?" he spat.

Robert sighed. "If by 'drugs', you mean vitamins, then yes."

"Bullshit! You did not knock me out with vitamins! With that needle in my arm last night -" Hiro reached for his arm when he paused and turned back to Robert. "Why am I in a dress?"

Robert's smile transformed into a wide grin. "Because as my daughter I require that you wear a dress when you are in my home." He gathered Hiro's face into his hands. "My beautiful baby girl, I let you free to spread your wings and someone throws you in a cage and clips your wings." He hugged Hiro tightly. "I shan't do that again."

Hiro removed himself from Robert with tremendous effort. "What? I'm a boy, you sick freak! Look, I'm through playing around -"

Robert snickered. "Are you, Hiro?"

That caused for Hiro to pause and frown. "What?"

Robert raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. "Are you sure you don't want to play?"

"Wha – Yeah, I'm pretty goddamn sure!"

"Right." Robert proceeded to rise from the bed. "Look, you're hungry. Why don't I fetch you some food, and afterwards we can continue to talk, hmm?"

Before Hiro could protest, his stomach let out a loud growl. Robert took that as a sign. He turned to leave, Hiro rising after him only to be stopped by his handcuff.

"You can't do this to me!" he yelled after the man walking away. "You can't just keep me here as some sort of doll!"

With his hand on the knob, Robert laughed. He turned back to look at the distressed boy on the bed. "Oh, Hiro," he said as he turned and pushed the door open. "We both know you're so much more than just a doll."

Ignoring the screams on the other side of his daughter's door, Robert quickly took out his phone to email his students that his class was canceled for today.

After it sent, in his inbox he found an email from Tadashi Hamada.

Good day Professor Callaghan,

Thank you again for the extensions on my assignments and lab reports. I understand that you do not allow for these extensions under extreme circumstances, for it disrupts the workload immensely. I'm terribly sorry to bother you and request for another extension, but my family emergency has taken a turn for the worst and I know that I could not for the safety of others be in the lab with the amount of rest I've had the past week.

I have completed the class work assignments according to the syllabus, the week of work I've missed and next month's worth of work as I have been doing extra research for my final project, and will gladly send them to be delivered to you by one of my classmates. However, I request that you give me another week for the reports on my final project.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,

Tadashi Hamada