Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica
A.N/ When it comes to Misaki and Takahiro 3rd or 1st, I use Usagi but mainly in the story I use Akihiko. They're both the same anyways, Akihiko sounds more formal. Lastly when I refer to Shinobu as blond, its actually means dirty blond color but I like to use the simplified term.
Note: Chapters 1-5 are short introductions to how they got taken.
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Unexpected Journey
Boom, bang!
A loud sound awoke Misaki. His body felt fatigue and weary from the anesthetic effects of the chloroform. Trying to recall what happened, he slowly twitched open his eyes. His arms and legs remained bound, his helpless body laid prone on the hard metal surface. The black hood deprived his normal sensory capability, darkness enveloped his vision despite being conscious. The cloth prevented him from breathing freely, deluding him into suffering from claustrophobia temporarily. Unknown to where his captors were taking him, he panicked, his breathing rate increased into shallow huffs. All he could hear was the sound of mechanical engines rumbling and chugging as it drove along the gravel road.
Desperately trying to escape, Misaki motioned his sleepy legs and arms to properly manoeuver his body upright. Upon doing so he ended up kneeing someone by accident.
"Umphfff. Who the hell kneed me?" came a familiar voice, it was Shinobu. "Misaki is that you?"
"Shinobu, is that you too? Thank god I'm glad to hear your voice. It's me Misaki, where are we?" he asked, feeling a bit relieved that he had somebody nearby.
"Yeah its me. I can't see with this stupid bag over on my head!" the dirty blond exclaimed. Shinobu tried to wriggle his limbs free but they were both bound as well. "Misaki are you tied as well?"
"Yeah I can't move, I guess we're stuck here."
"Shit!"
Unable to formulate an effective plan to free their bonds, they laid listlessly on the hard steel floor, actively listening to the external environment, until it came to a complete stop…
[~¥~]
Beforehand..
After the yakuza boss had ordered his men to ship off the boys, they were both taken and roughly thrown into the back of a small delivery truck. The medium sized vehicle disguised itself as a milk truck, deceiving those who dare to question its pure intentions. Never would anyone suspect that the vehicle was transporting innocent victims. Their screams would never be heard, the thick metal soundproofed their attempts to screech out for help.
The truck was heading towards a port, constructed by the edge of a rocky beach. After it had reached its destination, the vehicle halted momentarily outside the heavily guarded gates. This was not a port patrolled or secured by law enforcement, rather it was controlled by corrupted underlings. The purpose of their operation was to enable a safe route for illegal trading of goods into protected borders. Items ranged from rare antiques, drugs, exotic animals and humans were smuggled into the country without authorization.
The time of the day was morning. The squawking seagulls flew against the strong blowing winds. Large murky tidal waves crashed against the rocky sandy shores. Thick grey clouds masked the shinning rays of the weak sun, creating a dark and gloomy atmosphere, a storm was brewing in the distant. When the truck stopped at the checkpoint, a guard in the booth questioned the driver. Two other guards carefully inspected the vehicle to identify any suspicious details that may link to an undercover cop's work of infiltration. One of the men opened the back of the truck, sliding up the metal door. After seeing the correct informed items, the guard nodded in approval to his subordinate.
"Alright, it seems clear! Send the packages through!" he ordered. The metal door was slammed shut, disrupting the two from their sleep. The electric metal gated fence slid open to the side, enabling the truck to drive into the compound. It cruised pass several smaller buildings before proceeding into the main warehouse.
As it entered the restricted premises, a group of workers waited patiently. Once parked, a light greeting was exchanged between the driver and the exporter. The rest of the group proceeded to collect their package. The metal door was opened, a couple of men peered into the back of the truck.
"Right so this package is to be sent over to Frank the auctioneer in Italy," the exporter explained while he held a checklist in his hand.
Just as the order was given, Misaki and Shinobu hopelessly wriggled their bodies for their final chance of freedom.
"Wait, what Italy?!" Misaki cried in disbelief. He was going to be shipped to a foreign country?! His heart shattered completely, his world had overturned drastically.
"Why are we going there?! Leave us!" Shinobu retorted. He struggled to twist off the binding tapes. Tears formed in his eyes, he grinded his teeth, his legs jerked relentlessly. His life in Japan was slithering away before him. He would crawl his way out of this mess if he had too. He wasn't giving up to these immoral beings and their nefarious operations.
"Shut it, you two!" one of the men scolded.
The underlings hopped into the truck, their arms extended, ready to transport their goods onto the next delivery service. With all the strength they could use, they hoisted the two over their broad muscular shoulders.
"Let me go! Arghhh! Don't touch me you bastards!" Shinobu protested as he struggled to free himself from their strong grasp.
Misaki was too fighting for his life. He writhed his body but failed miserably to break loose. "Hey put me down! Nii-chan, Usagi, someone save me!" he bawled out loudly.
"Yeah yeah shut up you brats!"
The workers carried the struggling two over the planking platform that connected the ship to a wooden pier. Sauntering over the angled floor they carried them into the inner sanctum of the ship. Impuissant by the restraining measures, they grew despondent on the effectiveness of their resisting actions. Being hooded added fuel to the growing disorientated stress.
Inside the ship they were taken further down through the dark narrow cramped hallways and to the bottom deck. A place secluded off from the other cabins, or human contact. Arriving at the lowest part of the ship, there situated a tiny cabin. The men opened the thick metal door before dropping the boys inconsiderately on the cold metal floors. Misaki and Shinobu winced in pain, they grunted when their fragile bodies splattered against the hard surface.
"Enjoy your cruise," the men laughed hysterically before leaving the room. They locked the doors behind them and strolled away, leaving the two imprisoned.
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SHINOBU POV
'Arghhh I can't move!' I screamed internally.
With all the strength left in my weakened muscles, I forced my body upright. No matter how many times I had failed, I gritted my teeth, using the last bit of energy I had left, I managed to effectively use the back of my bounded fist to push myself up. The throbbing pain radiated on were I had applied strong pressure to. Though despite the minor injury, my thoughts concealed it.
"What are we going to do now?! Shit!" I cursed.
My dry throat became sore as I tried so hard not to break down. Tears were on the verge again, this time I knew they would never stop streaming down. I was afraid, sad and terrified at the same time. I was kidnapped, my life snatched away in a whim. Just like that I was now being illegally smuggled from my country to a foreign land where my fate will be decided.
How was my family ever going to find me? Seeking desperately for peace of mind, I though about Miyagi and the blissful moments we shared together. I remembered his warming touch, his smile, his cigarette doused breath, his tall figure embracing my short stature from behind and the seductive kiss that sent my soul into serenity. But these thoughts did not last long when I realized my dire situation. Trying to keep my insanity intact, I turned my attention to the brunette who unluckily ended up on the same boat as me. As I was about to open my mouth, I could hear him sobbing lightly and his trembling voice whispering, "Usagi-san, please forgive me."
MISAKI POV
'I'm going to Italy?!' I shrieked to myself.
My body trembled, shocked by the outcome of my life. I was being transported like a mere item across to the other side of the world. No one would even know I was there, not even the police or my family. Furthermore I couldn't even speak Italian, my language was limited to Japanese and minimal English greetings. I heard one of the men say that we were to be sent over to someone called Frank who was apparently an auctioneer or some sort. Does that mean they were going to be sold to filthy rich old men? I hope not, I'd rather die than service myself to a sick minded beast.
I don't want to see the upset, contorted crying faces of my loved ones for placing another burden on them. I have already caused enough trouble, maybe this was what I deserved, to disappear from their life. Why was I the victim, even in broad daylight? I never knew such cruel thing could happen, I have such bad luck. Right now I was agitated by the black bag over my face as well. But I guess I'm not alone to suffer through all of this trauma. Shinobu came to be a presence in which I depended on. He was loud and brave. He was able to curse at the enemy, unlike me whose raking emotions shrouded my judgment, causing me to temporarily freeze, impeding my actions.
Tears began to pour rapidly down my sickly face, and before I knew it, I had lost it, I had lost hope, it was too late now. I was never ever going to see my brother or Usagi-san again.
"Hey Misaki, you there?" I heard the blond call my name. "Don't give up yet, I'm sure they looking for us now."
His solace words were ineffective against my current mental and emotional state.
"I wish it were that easy. Don't you see the mess we are in," I exclaimed as my emotions took hold of me. I sobbed uncontrollably. Crying my heart out was the only thing I could do right now.
[~¥~]
Meanwhile back in Japan as the two descended on their trip over the treacherous seas.
Akihiko restlessly paced around his lounge room in circles while speaking loudly on the phone with the detective. Takahiro was also present in the apartment after he had found out that his little brother was declared missing. His wife gently caressed his palm with her thumb in a circular motion to soothe her husband as they sat down on the lounge. Mahiro innocently dawdled adorably around his mother's leg while cooing for attention. Takahiro face was sullen, his eyes still red from the endless crying. He was greatly concerned for the well being and safety of his little brother, so was his wife, together they vowed to help search for Misaki.
Since Misaki's disappearance, Akihiko went in search for his beloved brunette at Sumi's place, Toudou's and his family's, just in case his brother or father had taken him for personal reasons. Nonetheless Misaki was nowhere to be found, therefore the silver haired alerted the police and a separate private detective was hired. The authorities were able to track down Misaki's cellphone, leading them to the street where he was initially taken. The quiet and peaceful street was closed off temporarily for investigational purposes.
In the crime scene, they discovered Misaki's broken phone, packet cookies and green peppers. The receipt inside had led investigators to the grocery store in which the items were purchased from. Video surveillance from the shop had confirmed his presence during the day he was deemed missing. Many witnesses in the store were interviewed about seeing the boy, whether he had spoken anything, acted odd or appeared threatened. But no one suspected anything strange from the young man. Even the neighborhood claimed that they didn't hear or see him being taken, it was silent, a mystery that had police baffled.
Further questions arose, like if Misaki had any haters or stalkers but no one really knew. During this period one cop dared to question whether Akihiko was responsible for the disappearance, for exclusion purposes. Needlessly to say the silver haired nearly sucker punched the cop in the face if it weren't for the consequence of being thrown in jail for assault. However, yes there were some moments in his life where he felt like chaining the brunette into a cage to prevent him from running away, but he never had the heart to overrule his petite brunette.
Not far away from Misaki's missing location, Shinobu's evidence was merely seven minutes apart from each other. Both boys were also present in the same store that day. The only evidence left behind was Shinobu's cracked phone and cabbages. The police were therefore working closely with the Takatsuki and Takahiro family.
Their disappearance were publicized, news channels, brochures and newspapers had their student photos plastered all over, informing citizens of the sad news and raising awareness. The university grew wary after two of their students went missing, fearing that more would be targeted when vulnerable, printed handouts and electronic notices were sent out to all staff and students.
Later that evening.
Miyagi wretchedly sat on his couch, smoky mist wafted in the air, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and intermittent sobs. His ashtray was filled with cigarette butts.
When his little dirty blond failed to return back to his apartment, he panicked. He called his phone non-stop, before calling Risako, and even the boy's father. They both denied seeing Shinobu, deepening his tribulations. He had spent all day driving in search for his lover, despite having police patrol cars doing the same.
"Please be safe Shinobu." He sighed deeply. He felt lonely, sad and cold without him.
When night had fallen, Akihiko and Miyagi would have to have to bear with the empty silence of their lover's absence. Their bed laid untouched, sheets remained unfolded or creased. Signs of active life had ceased, no more cooking, no more complaining, no more smiles, they are alone.
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