AN: Alright another renewed chapter with better details and more plot developing. Yay!

Warnings: Mild abuse and Cursing

QueenYasha: Err…..well….that's embarrassing for me. I did not know that. But then again, she IS a princess so it could be like, top priority for the police to report her missing right away right? Not to mention Keiko's character would probably call in if she was missing for only FOUR hours. Thanks though; I will keep that in mind.

Disclaimer: If I owned Xiao Lin Showdown, Chase would be in every single episode and we would be going through season 8 right now. Sadly, I do not. I also do not own the song Fireworks by Katy Perry.

Wake Up Called in Distress

Kimiko awoke blinking in pain at the bright lights and the intense headache she was sporting right now, moaning pitifully as she recalled how smashed she was last night. Fuck, she was so drunk and in pain, her arms weren't working. They were, like, numb and stuff. But she so needed a glass of water right now. Where was Keiko and her nagging but water giving ways?

"Uh….fuuuuuuucccck….Keikoooo…..I need some water." Wincing at the loudness of her own voice the hung over princess whined. "Keiko! Where are you? My arms are like, seriously numb right now and I need water." She called again. But nothing answered. Not even a 'Get your lazy ass up and get some'. That is totally weird. Not to mention, her bed wasn't all that comfortable; already a major red flag since she had her bed from home shipped to her dorm. Her head throbbed once again. 'God who invented fucking hangovers anyway….?' She moaned as she rubbed her eyes with her shoulders. "Keiko! Where the hell are you?" She screamed, ignoring her own head. A masculine grunt was the first thing she registered before she felt herself fall head first onto the wooden floor with a loud thud.

That was the final hint, as her dorm had carpet. Her eyes widened in fear. Keiko wasn't listening….because she wasn't at the dorms. This wasn't her room and her arms were numb from being strapped too tightly to a chair. Seriously, a fucking CHAIR! Heavy footsteps were amplified twice the norm as thick black boots came into view. Her unknown assailant sighed.

"What's this? You have nothing to say? Heaven forbid you become speechless and, dare I say it, quiet." The man (definitely man) whispered, sounding like a normal level to her sensitive ears. But she didn't answer his demeaning taunt. It finally occurred to her in that moment that she was kidnapped. Trapped like some animal for this creep to do with as he pleased….and she was terrified. At her stunned silence her kidnapper smirked; such was the ways of a spoiled brat who was finally told no, to wake up and see the real world from outside her little doll house of perfection.

Seeing as she wouldn't likely be compliant lying on the floor, he lifted her back into an upright position without so much a grunt; the chair seeming to weigh more than her. She blinked rapidly, the sudden movements making her face tinged green. Outside of her motion sickness expression, he could see she was a stunning young woman with delicate porcelain-like features. Her raven black fringe clung to her forehead while her unique cerulean eyes, somewhat dimmed and not looking at him, still managed to sparkle against her moonlight skin.

While he appreciated his prey's features, Kimiko groaned again from the sickening feeling in her stomach. 'Oh god….I'm going to hurl.' She swallowed thickly, the green now more prominent on her face. Her dazed eyes met the bottom of a basin in seconds as she threw up the contents of her stomach. Her captor thanked his intuition that he had seen need to leave a trash can in the room (if only for this reason). Once finished, Kimiko drew ragged breaths as she tried to glare at the man and froze.

Fuck, he might be some perverted asshole but damn was he hot! His almond shaped tawny eyes merely looked at her with indifference; oddly looking very attractive against his golden skin and dark hair so black it tinged green. Still, as the feeling of awe passed, she couldn't help but become furious. This was the guy who kidnapped her after all! It was in her blood to naturally get fired up and she snarled at him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are and where the hell am I?" she growled. He sneered, dropping the bucket and shoving it to some other part of the room.

"My my, I always believed a princess of all people would have proper conduct to thank someone for relieving them the horror of vomiting all over themselves." He shot back coolly. "That is what you are after all; I would hate to have wasted all this time on a spoiled little wannabe princess." She growled. "Are you always such a bitch, or am I just getting the special treatment?" he wondered with slight amusement in his smooth deep voice.

"You deserve nothing better than hell! You are so going to pay dearly for this!" she shot back at him. He chuckled at her determination and stubbornness. Unbeknownst to her, he was far more stubborn than she. "What the hell is so funny?" she snapped. Flashing a wide (and slightly fanged) grin, he crouched down to her level once again.

"You honestly believe that you will be rescued and whisked away safe and sound. I'm afraid you'll be wrong in your assumption." He remarked quietly. She blinked in surprise. What the hell? Of course she will be rescued, she's the damsel in distress….someone is bound to come looking for a missing princess right?

"You're…you're wrong. And even if it takes a few days for someone to find me I'll be damned if I sit here and allow you to do whatever your sick mind thinks up!" she shouted back. He nearly shook his head at her naivety.

"I did not risk myself needlessly to capture you for myself. I am under the employment by a man known to most as Lord Hannibal, though I am certain you are more familiar with him, to ensure a safe departure with you in his care." He answered coolly.

Kimiko could feel her angry drain from her face into pure dread. Lord Hannibal, as in Roy Hannibal II, the same disgusting old man who had asked to marry her like twelve times?! The same one who always looked at her with a stare so revolting she actually would take showers to clean herself from his gaze? Fuck…oh fuck….oh by the power of the gods she was totally fucked. Shaking her head fiercely she resorted to being angry once again.

"How could you work for someone like that? Do you know what that freak will do to me? I won't go to him, I won't!" she screamed in fury to hide her fear, only to have betraying tears pour down her face. "No….I'm not going to let you take me to him." she softly finished, her whole body shaking in fear and distress. At this point, she didn't care if that bastard saw her cry; she was too upset to be concerned about her image anymore.

While the young princess cried, her kidnapper could not help but feel pity for her situation. He knew damn well what that perverted son of a bitch would do to her, it had been written all over his face when he described her as the person he was to find. He was a man of honor, and this went against every fiber in his being. But he had his own reasons for accepting this job. He had his own issues in this world; he will not allow himself to be involved with another person's suffering. Not with so much to lose should he fail. He sighed, and wiped away her tears with a cloth napkin he had grabbed, avoiding her eyes as her crying slowly ebbed away. When he did, depressed blue orbs pierced his own golden eyes. He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I have my sympathies for you, young princess; however I cannot go against his wishes. I am only here to make the duration of your time here more…..comfortable until he arrives." He held up a hand at her panicked expression. "He shall not be here for nearly a week. As it is, he is visiting some…..places of interests as he calls them, and wants me to hold you here until he has returned." He paused as she shifted uncomfortably in her wooden chair. He chuckled slightly at himself. "Forgive me; it would appear I am not being successful keeping you comfortable." He walked around her and untied her from the chair. "Allow me to escort you to your….room." he offered uneasily as she rose quietly from her chair. If he had thought she looked like a porcelain doll earlier, he was absolutely convinced by just how tiny she was, her head barely reaching his chest now that those deathtraps she wore as shoes were off. It did not escape his notice that as soon as he revealed the true benefactor of this heist she lost all will to fight back. It did not suite her, he thought to himself as he kept a light grip on her shoulder, guiding her out the door.

The cottage they were currently hiding in was well equipped for his purpose, and was large enough to house a family of six. The furniture was lavish and seemed to make the cottage look warm, but knowing that the monster who hired him had this furniture sent made his skin crawl. Kimiko glanced around slowly. The place would have been such a great little home away from home for her to live in independently had the situation been different. As they walked through the foyer she saw that the door handles were switched so that the lock was on the inside. If that was any clue, the whole cottage was likely set like that. She was locked in from the inside. As he stopped at what seemed to be the only door without a lock on it her determination to fight back diminished completely.

The small bedroom looked so innocent and comfortable, but that only made her feel worse. The entire room was designed in shades of green, dark blue and bright purple. Her favorite colors. Even more disconcerting, however, was the arrangement of the room. The bed stood next to the large (locked) window, the vanity and the two dressers on either side were opposite of the large plush chair and desk. Outside of missing some of the more expensive decorations, and its size, this room had been designed to look like her back at her real home. Not the college dorm….her actual room. She inched inside slowly, looking outside the barred window. Her captor cleared his throat.

"You shall reside in this room for the entirety of your stay here. Let me make one thing clear; I will not tolerate any attempts to escape. Try it once, and I have been authorized to punish you as needed fit. Later today I shall give you a proper tour of the….house so you may find your way around as needed. I will be back in an hour with something to eat." He watched for any trace of emotion but was denied any result. He turned to leave. "I'm sorry Princess Kimiko….this needs to be done." He offered softly. Before he could close the door he felt a small hand grab his. His muscles tensed.

"What is….your name?" Came the timid princess's question. He relaxed visibly as he turned around to properly answer her. She waited expectantly.

"Chase Young, your highness. Now remain in your room until I return. I need to make a phone call." He replied calmly. She nodded, and withdrew her hand. The last thing he saw as he closed the door was her face crumbling into grief. He did not linger to hear her cry. In the area considered the living room, he collapsed onto a couch and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His moment of peace was abruptly cut short to the sound of a ringing cell phone. It was her phone, ringing from the purse he confiscated. Now, he wasn't one to answer someone else's phone, but the only way the damned thing would turn off is if it was answered.

'Baby you're a fiiiiiiiire work.

'Come on show us whaaaaaat you're worth!

'Make em' go Ah! Ah! Ah!

'As you shoot across the…'

"Hello?" He answered calmly before having his ear nearly fucking blown off.

"KIMIKO TOHOMIKO! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? YOU DID NOT COME HOME THIS MORNING, CLASS STARTS IN TWENTY MINUTES AND I AM PISSED!" The banshee shrieked into his eardrum. Chase gripped his ear in pain as he felt another headache come on. What the fuck was it with females screaming to the point of giving him a migraine? He sneered as he switched the phone to his other ear.

"I'm sorry but I do regret to inform you….Ms. Tohomiko is unable to speak right now. Do me a favor and never call this number again….wrenched banshee." he snarled before snapping the phone shut. Ignoring the bridge of his nose he came to massage his temples. Damn he could use an aspirin right now.

*****Keiko's POV*****

Keiko shook in shock as the male voice ended the call. She trembled in actual fear for her normally obnoxious spoiled roommate. Kimiko had been kidnapped. Oh god….she needed to file a missing person of interest report. As she raced through the halls, she could only pray that she made it in time.

*****Back at the Cottage*****

While Kimiko gingerly sat on the bed and stared out the window thinking about her situation, Chase still had another phone call to take before he could take an aspirin. He bit back a groan as his head throbbed while waiting for the other line to pick up. A gruff southern male voice answered seconds later.

"Yes?" The southern lord drawled as his long awaited phone call arrived. Chase swallowed his disgust and replied as indifferently as he could.

"The young princess has been secured Lord Hannibal." He answered smoothly. He flinched at the purely wicked cackle from the other side of the line. He glared openly at the phone, wishing he had never been forced to do this job. When the creepy fuck asked about her he bite back a snort. Like he even cared. "The lady is in perfect health, suffering only from a self inflicted hangover." And the trauma from being kidnapped but he sure as hell wasn't to tell him that.

"Wonderful. I expect you'll want your payment as soon she's been delivered to me?" the slimy bastard asked. Chase's eyes narrowed. That didn't sound right.

"Excuse me? I was under the impression that you would be the one to retrieve her. Not one of your little lackeys." He snapped. The lord sighed from the other side.

"Boy, I am a very busy man who would absolutely love to be the first one she sees after her short vacation," he started. Yeah, vacation his ass. "So I see no reason why I can't send one of my 'little lackeys' to do the pick up." He finished. Chase ground his teeth. This cannot happen; if Hannibal wasn't the one to retrieve Kimiko, chances were he wouldn't keep his end of the deal.

"And as a professional mercenary I can find every reason that would be a huge issue." He spat back. "For instance, you were the only one I had contact with when…..agreeing to the contract. I would never let anyone else near her in case they were an undercover agent coming to rescue her." Score one for experience. "Secondly, we still have the other half of payment to assure will be brought." He all but snarled. Hannibal frowned; the stubborn bastard had a point.

"Fine! But it will cost you watching her an extra three days to the original eight. Don't worry your pretty little head; your sister will be brought as an exchange, just between you, me, and my little bride." He smirked. "Take good care of my princess Young, your sister's safety relies on it." he snapped the phone shut.

Chase wanted to fling the phone across the room in anger. He hated himself for this job. He hated knowing that his little sister had been put at risk for it. And he was feeling more for the young woman in the house that he ever should. She was nothing to him. She is a stranger to him, his sister is his blood. Brooding would do him no good though, so he went up to finally take that aspirin and fix himself and the princess a quick breakfast.

****Thirty minutes later****

A sharp knock on the door brought Kimiko back to reality with a start. Chase opened the door holding a tray. She looked down as he placed it on the desk. He gave her a pointed look.

"Eat. I won't have you starving yourself for the next ten days." he watched as she looked at her food, scrambled eggs and some toast with peanut butter (he wasn't that good a chef so she would have to live with it) and nearly growled when she pushed it away. "I mean it. Eat." He demanded. She looked at him with something close to annoyance.

"I can't eat that." she said simply. His patience was running thin. He wasn't going to fawn all over her just because Hannibal said so; she was going to have to stop acting like a spoiled brat!

"Oh really? Why not, because there's no caviar on your toast? Do you rather Nutella? Or it is because your eggs are preferred cooked into the shape of dollar bills?" he mocked. Her eyes grew large once again as her temper ignited.

"No, you dumbass I'm allergic to peanut butter!" she snapped. A strangled silence enveloped them as the sentence sunk in. She recoiled to the edge of the bed waiting for his reaction. Chase on the other hand felt like an absolute moron. The girl had allergies, something he WISH he had been informed about. But chances were Hannibal didn't know either. He clenched his fists repeatedly to calm his still frazzled nerves, but froze as he saw the young woman flinch. She didn't believe…..oh great, now he really felt like a monster. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I was…..unaware of your allergy. Forgive me." he answered evenly. And then abruptly frowned. "And stop cowering in the corner like that. I'm a soldier, not a monster." He muttered before rubbing his head slightly. "Damn…..when will this headache go away?" he mumbled to himself. Kimiko warily watched him massage his temples, her fear of being struck ebbed away as he started seeming more….human about this situation.

"Um….what's wrong with your head?" she asked carefully. He sighed, looking exhausted. She looked down. "You don't have to answer, I'm just curious." She mumbled. Chase rolled his eyes, she was going to make life hell for him wasn't she? He leaned against the door way.

"I will answer, seeing as it's partially your fault. Your phone rang and I answered to what sounded like a witch casting a curse onto my hearing and my coherent mind." He grumbled. Kimiko blinked slowly before falling into a fit of giggles. "You find my pain amusing?" he asked in a deadpan voice. She smiled, shaking her head.

"You just hear the voice of THE most obnoxious roommate of all times. Keiko is so loud I swear to god it will be a blessing should she ever lose her voice. She's more of a banshee than a witch." She explained, falling back into laughter. Chase smiled before chuckling with her. He liked the sound of her laugh, it was….cute. Slowly, however, that laugher faded away, and they were caught wondering how to end the awkward silence. Chase sighed.

"I'll take that toast and replace it with something else." He muttered gruffly before a thought entered his head. "You're not allergic to anything else are you?" he wondered. She looked down at her lap as he grabbed the peanut butter toast and played with her dress.

"Mangos, peanuts, and sunflower seeds are a major issue. I try to avoid all nuts to be safe." She answered quietly. He nodded in understanding. Well, that made life slightly easier for him. "Um….thank you for making me laugh. I kind of needed that." she offered with a small smile. He ignored the compliment and closed her door. She sighed and picked at her now cooling eggs. That had been weird. Still, he had a nice laugh. And a gorgeous body even if he was a kidnapper. But, she was never going to admit that out loud.

Chase looked around the small kitchen to find the 'undesirable foods' and either toss them or set them aside for himself. An hour ago he would have been shaking his head at himself for going to such lengths for the girl. But after seeing her smile…well, making sure there wasn't any mangos in the kitchen wouldn't kill him. He groaned as the image of her smiling and laughing stuck in his head. Dammit all, what was wrong with him?

****AN Notes*****

AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: Well….this chapter was far longer than the other one ne? And yes, that was a slightly harsh Keiko bashing from Yu-Yu Hakusho…..I am so sorry.

Kimiko: Umm….?

AWTG: Right, right! I am trying add more chapters to the story so some things will be removed, altered, or put aside for later. I just cant let this story rush by. I want to make a good story that makes people come back for more. And that includes extra sexual scenes.

*Kimiko and Chase Blush*

AWTG: Hahahaha…till next time!