AN: I know I'm putting my other story on the back burner because of its content, but this story I will continue to update when I can. I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 2

Botan pulled onto the next highway that said 'East' and took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. The muscles of her arms twitched with the intensity of the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"Are you kidnapping me?" Botan asked her voice barely above a whisper.

"It would appear so," he sounded almost as dejected as she did. Her eyes stayed connected to the road, letting her hands grip the steering wheel tightly. The rumbling of the engine filled the air for a few moments.

"Can I ask why?" she said with a shiver in her voice. Glancing over, she noticed the red liquid seeping from between his fingers. The barrel of the gun sat on his thigh while the handle pressed against his palm.

"No." His face appeared calm, but his hand shook that covered his wound.

"Is that from me hitting you?" she nodded her head slightly in his general direction. He looked down at his wound and took a slow, steady breath.

"Yes."

Her eyes drifted over again to look at his growing wound and she noticed her phone still trapped in the cup holder. Ten million different ideas popped up in her mind like a group of hungry kindergartener's after the same cookie. She licked her dry lips, looking back at the road and pondering how to accomplish the task at hand.

Botan let her eyes glance back at the phone in the cup holder again. This time her eyes strayed longer and caught the attention of the man next to her. "What are you looking at?" He asked without turning to face her.

She remained silent, moving back to peer at the road. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his red hair shift and he turned toward her. Slowly his fingers peeled off the gun and reached over to pick up her phone with his thumb and index finger. He brought it over to his lap and, raising one hip carefully, slid the phone into his pocket.

"Was that what you were looking at?" he asked still looking at her.

Botan could feel her throat closing up and the tears building behind her eye lids. She could see her freedom slipping away. He had her phone now, so that destroyed any way to get a hold of authorities. During this time of day there was little traffic so they were cruising along at a decent speed, which meant the further away they got the less likely the police would catch them. With every mile, the chances of being found were dropping.

They drove in silence for what seemed like hours before they exited the city and saw trees on either side of the highway. The blue sky signaled her entrance into hell. To make matters worse, her captor took a shaky breath and relaxed in the passenger seat slightly while still clutching the gun in his hand. His other hand pressed into his wound trying to slow the bleeding. She looked over at his pale face. The man seemed calm and at ease, but the fact that his face was quickly draining of color proved otherwise.

That got her mind moving for new, possible escape routes. If he died then she could go free and forget this ever happened. She relaxed her shoulders slightly. If she waited it out then there was nothing to worry about. Ten more minutes passed by in silence as Botan listened to his breathing become a bit shallower. Information she hadn't thought about floated up to the conscious part of her brain. This strange man, who was sitting next to her with a gun pointed in her direction, was bleeding profusely from his abdomen because she had hit him with her car. That would mean if he did die from blood loss, she may get charged with vehicular manslaughter.

Her nerves started to accelerate back up to the levels that made her hyperventilate. Would they actually convict her of that crime under these current circumstances? Botan shook her head slightly as she thought more on the subject haunting her mind. It didn't matter whether or not they convicted her. Once the courts charged her with a crime it would go on her record and then she would be screwed.

Taking a deep breath, Botan glanced into the back seat before frowning and biting her bottom lip. She took another breath and looked over at the red head who was staring at her. Eyebrows were slightly raised on his forehead and his deep emerald eyes stared into hers as if he were trying to read her thoughts like a book. Botan really didn't want to do this, but in the end this was probably what had to be done.

She pressed her pink lips together, letting them form a small line and looked back to the road, staying silent a few moments longer. Through her peripheral vision, Botan could tell the man was still staring at her. Under his gaze, Botan felt very self conscious and hunched her shoulders before opening her mouth. "There is a yellow beach towel somewhere in the back seat. It's clean. You could use it to press against your stomach."

Silence stretched across the car, pulling the tension taunt like a rubber band. His hair flowed over his shoulder as he glanced behind him to look into the back seat. He lifted his hand from his wound and Botan had to grip the steering wheel tightly as she forced herself to continue watching the road and not look at the growing red spot on his stomach. Botan flinched when his hand passed close to her shoulder to reach behind her seat and grab her towel to move it into his lap.

She listened to the rustle of fabric as he unbuttoned his oxford shirt and pulled back the soaked flaps to reveal the once white cotton tee shirt plastered to his torso. His hiss slithered through the air when he tried to roll the shirt up over the gash so he could do his best to clean it. Pressing her teeth together, she tried to fight back the thoughts of how he deserved it while not looking at the blood leaking from his body.

Slowly, the man's hand reached down by his feet and pulled up a half empty Mountain Ice water bottle. Botan was slightly shocked, because she wasn't sure when that had been discarded there. He unscrewed the cap with one hand and poured some of the liquid on the edge of the towel. Carefully, he rubbed the edges of the wound, wiping away the blood coating his body. Botan quickly glanced over against her free will and saw the well defined abs that decorated his body and she had to swallow hard.

If she tried to escape, he surely would over power her. Looking back at the road she listened to him pour more water on another clean section of the towel and clean a different spot on his stomach. There always left the obvious way of getting them out of this mess, by running them off the road and destroying her car. However that left the chance of him just killing her to hide any loose ends and kidnap someone else. There was no chance that she would willingly let him go on to kidnap or hurt another innocent.

Botan was getting angry at the thought and looked back over at her captor. His face seemed tight with determination and frustration as his fingers numbly wiped away the red liquid. Slowly it revealed a long thin cut in his skin, maybe about four inches long. Even though he'd wiped the blood clean, she could still see more blood emerging from under the skin. Taking a deep breath, he poured the remaining water on the middle of the towel and pressed it against the wound, applying ample force to stop the bleeding.

Turning back to the road, Botan bit her lip. A cut like that meant that something on the front of her car had punctured his skin. It must have been the bent licenses plate from the accident she'd had last year, dodging a deer to run right into a mailbox. As Botan thought more about the growing wound on his body, she realized that they passed by a interstate sign that made her thoughts skip like one of her scratched up DVD's.

"Um, mister?" Botan asked weakly and when he didn't respond, she glanced at him to see his eyes on her.

"Yes?" he said quietly.

"We just passed Otter Lake. We're on 35 east," Botan sighed. "I must have hopped on and forgotten that it actually goes north."

"Just keep following this road," his voice was calm and that surprised Botan. He had seemed set on going east. Now he was changing his mind. She began to wonder if he even knew where he was going or if he was just running.

"Until when?" Botan asked.

"Until otherwise." That seemed to be the end of the conversation and Botan stared at the road lines.

Worry clouded her vision as she tried to focus on the road but failed. "Are you going to rape me?"

"What?" His back straightened like her words had actually offended him.

"Are you going to rape me?" she asked again, ignoring the hitch in her voice.

"No," his eyes narrowed slightly glaring at the window shield like it was the one asking the question.

"So you're not like another Ted Bundy?" Botan asked.

"Ted Bundy? Why would you compare me to him?"

Her cheeks suddenly gathered a red tint as she refused to look over at him. "Well you are…umm… rather attractive and you did kidnap me. You may plan on raping and murdering me for all I know."

"I will not rape you," he told her and there was an edge to his voice that hadn't been there previously. "I would rather kill myself than do something like that to you." Her throat tightened as she nodded her head slightly.

Ten minutes of silence coated them until the road they were on merged into 35 north. Botan took a deep breath and glanced over at the man with a frown chiseled into his face. He seemed deep in thought and that made her slightly nervous. Slowly his hand left the gun and reached over to press the knob on her radio.

"My radio doesn't work," she told him quietly. Her eyes looked at him again, locking onto the green orbs. A few seconds ticked by before she returned to the road. "If you want to listen to something, my phone plugs directly into that wire right there." She motioned to the thin black wire that came out of cassette player. "I have Iheartradio, so you can listen to the radio through that, or whatever."

She could feel his eyes on her and her body squirmed slightly under his gaze. Botan didn't want him looking at her. This guy had said he wouldn't rape her, but then again he had kidnapped her. Why would he ever follow through with what he told her? It's not out of the question for him to lie to his captive.

Raising his hip again, the red headed man pulled her phone back out of his pocket and picked up the wire draped around the shift. He inserted the metal piece into the headphone hole. After a few minutes she heard the radio turn on. It was the same station she listened to every morning.

"No, no, no, no" she knew that Koto was denying something Juri was must have said. "In our own town? You are joking right?"

"No, I'm not Koto," Juri sighed in frustration. "It just happened maybe a half an hour ago."

"A bank robbery…" Koto mused. "Did you hear that people? It's a fact. There was a bank robbery off 98th street today."

"Officials say that the guy got away who did it," Juri added in.

"Isn't that crazy?" Koto said. "Hopefully they catch this guy. I'd hate to be one of the people who us that bank. They'll be feeling that one I'm sure."

"The sad thing is that it was a guy who even worked in the bank. That's why it took so long for people to sound the alarm. It seemed that they were so surprised by his actions that they tried to talk him out of it rather than pushing that darn buzzer."

Botan glanced at the man next to her and almost gasped. He looked furious. If she'd walked by him on the street, she might not have noticed. But his eyes were a shade darker than normal and his face looked almost like stone. He may appear calm, but there was some hostility fuming from his pores.

"What? No way? Could this get any worse?" Koto all but yelled into the microphone.

"Yeah, it can actually," Juri said with a sad twinge in her voice.

"Oh no." Botan held her breath as she listened to the girls talk.

"It appears that he has kidnapped someone." Botan slowly let go of her breath at Juri's words. There was hope out there that they would find her still. "They didn't get the license plate though, but police are going through photos of traffic cameras at this moment to see what direction they went and for more clues on who the girl is he took with him.

"How did you get all this information so quickly?" Koto asked, the surprise thick in her voice.

Juri laughed lightly. "It helps to be cute, plus having known someone who was present at the time filling me in. Anyways, Koto, it seems that Detectives Yusuke Urameshi and Kazuma Kuwabara have been put on the case to track down this guy."

"They solved a lot of high profile cases in the last year," Koto said. "Good, that means they'll catch this guy."

"The man's name hasn't been released by police. But we will give you guys more updates when we get them." Juri stated and then the two went off to talk about the latest weather updates.

Botan sighed and continued to look at the road. She heard him grunt and fiddle with her phone a moment before he switched to a music station and Botan was thankful for the small things because the silence in the car was making her thoughts turn crazy. She just hoped that the police would find them soon.