"Otoya-kun!" Haruka shouted while waving at the teen who was exiting a car across the street. Her brother told her their friend would be spending some time with them and she loved the idea; the more the merrier. Her brother was so boring when he was there and she sometimes felt lonely.

Fujimaru on the other hand had gotten Kanou to relay to him what had happened. His first instinct was to be by Otoya's side, to be there for him but the man had suggested….no, demanded that he stay put until he brought Otoya over to stay. The only reason he listened was that promise that he would be taking care of him, he figured that in his presence J wouldn't try anything, or at least get away with it. He made sure that the house was equipped with his own security system, one guaranteed to catch even people as crafty as J. He watched Otoya crack a smile for Haruka's sake, but behind it all he could see the confusion and turmoil in those deep brown eyes. J was doing more damage than he anticipated. Haruka ran off and he stood with his arms folded, smiling at the sight of the two walking back together, his two favorite people in the whole world.

"I'm really happy you're staying over Otoya-sensei," Haruka beamed brightly while carrying a small bag. She sometimes called him that ever since she found out he was studying nuclear physics and was so good at it he sometimes taught the class.

"Aye, sensei," Fujimaru teased with a small smile to his lips. Otoya had left the car with three bags and Haruka had taken one, now he took another. Otoya smiled at him before walking into the house.

To anybody else they would look like two genuinely happy friends but they each knew the other well enough to know everything wasn't alright; no words were needed to make that assumption.

The car drove off and Otoya settled himself into the Fujimaru household, stretching lazily after he stood by the stairs, waiting to be directed.

"This way," Haruka chimed cheerfully before running up the stairs and Otoya stole a glance at Fujimaru before following, he felt better being among friends, though it troubled him at the same time. Being here meant J would come here too and he didn't want that. But, he would cross that bridge when he got there.

Fujimaru watched Otoya until his back disappeared upstairs, hopefully things wouldn't get too out of hand before Third-I manages to catch J, with what he was doing to Otoya, he wished it would be done and over with this instant.

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The three sat in the couch later in the evening, watching some tv after the fabulous dinner Haruka had made of fried rice and meat with miso soup and mashed potatoes. The program had been running for the past half an hour and Haruka had fallen asleep with her head resting on the right side of the couch. A questionable silence had fallen between them and they both pretended to be focused on the show when in truth and in fact they weren't.

Fujimaru wanted to have a chat with Otoya, but he decided to take Haruka to her room first so they could talk in private. It didn't take him long and when he returned, Otoya was still staring at the tv screen with a blank look on his face and his head resting in one of his hands that was perched on the arm of the couch.

"Otoya…." Fujimaru started after sitting down. He wasn't sure what to say, so he asked the most important question as far as he was concerned. "Are you ok?"

Otoya sighed while raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Why do you ask?"

Fujimaru would have preferred a simple yes. Should he let his friend know that he knew about J? He figured Otoya already suspected he knew just from the nature of his question.

"I'm worried about you," came the simple reply.

"I'm fine, I can take care of myself," Otoya answered indignantly.

"Why are you getting so defensive Otoya, do you have something to hide?" Fujimaru asked, his own irritation setting in. It wasn't like he didn't know what exactly was happening and he just wanted Otoya to know that he was there for him.

Otoya turned his gaze on Fujimaru before answering, "J's back, but you already knew that, didn't you?"

Fujimaru nodded.

"Just how much do you know?"

"I know why you're here," Fujimaru answered before returning Otoya's gaze.

Otoya cursed under his breath; couldn't he keep anything a secret from anybody anymore? He didn't want to become an open book everybody could read; some things he should be able to keep to himself. "I can handle this by myself."

"I don't want you to. You do know I'm here for you, right?" Fujimaru pressed, he would do anything for Otoya.

"The best thing you can do for me is stay out of this," Otoya said with an air of finality before getting up and walking away. Couldn't Fujimaru see that he just didn't want him involved with J? J's dangerous and right now he saw him as his biggest rival. He shouldn't have even come here. He walked up to the guest room Haruka had pointed out earlier and shut the door angrily behind him. Why couldn't he have control of anything that happened? Everything was spinning out of control and it was like he couldn't do anything about it.

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J sat in an inconspicuous car some meters away from the Takagi residence, and far enough away from the vehicle placed to watch the house so as not to be noticed. He smiled while drinking another of the melon soda he loved so much, sipping the sweet beverage from a straw with one hand while the other typed away on his laptop.

"Well, Otoya-kun, let's see how much you like to be humiliated," J smiled to himself. A chuckled erupted from his lips after he hit the send button, sending a special feed to both Third-I headquarters and Fujimaru.

There's more than one way to skin a cat.

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Hagiwara and Kanou were at the Third-I office, going over some report on the case when a frequency wave disrupted the computers and they all shut down for a second, only to come back on with a huge picture of a neon colored J. They looked at each other in confusion before standing up and walking outside. All the computers were the same.

Everybody stopped what they were doing to look and Hagiwara looked down on the technician, "What's happening?"

"The frequency's been hijacked, Sir," the woman answered while typing away at the keyboard before her.

Hagiwara was about to state the obviousness of her response when they all became distracted by J's face on all the monitors.

They all watched as J smiled brightly before sipping on some type of green drink in a plastic cup with a straw.

"Third-I, Fujimaru-kun…." J started in a teasing voice. "….I, am taking Otoya-kun with me. I'm taking him far away from all of you so we can be one big, happy family." He smiled before taking another quick sip of his drink. "I know with friends like you he won't come willingly, and you'll all make it very hard for me to get him…soooooo…"

The image on the screen of J quickly changed to one of a room with a huge bed covered in white sheets.

Kanou recognized the room immediately. "Turn it off, turn it the hell off!"

The image of the room was a little hazy at first but it quickly adjusted until the video was clearer. It was obvious there were two persons on the bed in a very compromising position and everyone just stared as the image of J and his half brother came into full view.

Lots of gasped resonated around the room and most of the people had shocked looks on their faces; incest was a very taboo topic in society, even if it wasn't illegal.

Kanou had run down the stairs and had grabbed the main power supply for the computers. All of the monitors shut down when Kanou pulled the plug and he threw it angrily on the ground before stomping off. He would kill J the next time he saw him.

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Fujimaru knocked lightly on Otoya's door a few minutes later. He hated it whenever they had an argument and he wanted to apologize before the night was over; there was no way he would be able to sleep knowing that he and Otoya weren't on good terms. There was no response and he barely cracked open the door just to see if Otoya was asleep.

Otoya sat on the bed, twirling a small brown teddy bear around in his hands. He looked Fujimaru in the eyes before looking back at the object in his hands.

Fujimaru stepped inside and closed the door lightly behind him. "I'm sorry."

Otoya's eyebrow rose slightly, which was a sign he was annoyed, before he looked up at Fujimaru. "For what?"

"Everything," Fujimaru answered. He pointed to the bed and watched as Otoya scooted over, leaving room for him to sit.

Otoya took a good look at Fujimaru after he sat down; he looked even more troubled than he was. "Don't worry; I'm not blaming you for anything."

"I just, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too," Fujimaru sighed. He wasn't very good at saying what he felt but he trusted and had feelings for Otoya, so he would make the effort.

"I'm not…." Otoya started to say but Fujimaru cut him off.

"I don't want J to have you."

Otoya's eyes widened and he stared at his friend after he uttered those words.

Fujimaru turned so his whole body was facing his friend and he hesitantly reached a hand out and took one of Otoya's hand in his.

Otoya stared at his hand in Fujimaru's before looking back into his eyes.

"He can't have you, I…I" Fujimaru stammered. He could feel his heart hammering inside his chest because he feared he would be shunned or turned away. Otoya was all he'd ever wanted.

Otoya was shocked at the implication of Fujimaru's action and words; did it mean what he thought it meant; was Fujimaru trying to confess?

"What are you trying to say?" Otoya asked in a confused voice and Fujimaru, wanting to show him what he was talking about, had slowly started to bring his face closer to his.

Otoya was confused but a little relieved at the same time. He thought his feelings for Fujimaru were unrequited but here he was trying to kiss him. He had no idea the hacker liked him back and when their lips finally locked in a slow, chaste kiss, he opened his mouth and deepened it, making Fujimaru know his response by action.

Fujimaru felt heady, kissing Otoya like that. It felt so much better in real life than it did in his dreams and he deepened the kiss along with Otoya. There was so much he wanted to do, so much he wanted to say but those could wait because at the moment he was overly happy his tongue was occupied this way instead of another. He broke the kiss to trail kisses down Otoya's neck, and was trying to use his body to push him back on the bed but Otoya stopped him by pushing on his chest.

"What's the matter?"

"I can't do this, we're moving too fast," Otoya sighed while wrapping both arms around his body. He wasn't ready to take it further as yet, not with what J was doing to him. The memory of what J felt like inside him, what he did to his body was so vivid in his mind he didn't think he could handle sex with Fujimaru right now.

"I understand," Fujimaru smiled lightly. He ran his thumb over Otoya's cheek before standing up and walking towards the door. "I'll see you in the morning."

Otoya gave a weak smile back before collapsing on to the bed and running a hand over his face. He felt relieved Fujimaru had feelings for him, but that only made things more complicated now; there was no way to keep him out of J's sight.

With so many things on his mind, Otoya wasn't able to sleep comfortably that night.

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Fujimaru was about to get ready for bed when he heard his door bell ringing. He had just gotten under the covers and he looked at the digital clock on the night stand beside him; it flashed 10pm. Wondering who it was, he opened his laptop and checked the security camera, it was the Minister of Justice who was standing in his doorway; Otoya's grandfather. He hastily got out of bed and ran downstairs in his pajamas; something big must have been going on.

"Kujo-sama," Fujimaru bowed politely after opening the door. The man had a very crossed look on his face and he wondered what was wrong. He stepped to the side to allow him and his two bodyguards inside.

"Where is Otoya?" the man asked in a voice so serious he was starting to worry. Was Otoya in some kind of trouble?

"He's upstairs, I'll go get him," Fujimaru answered. When he reached Otoya's bedroom he was already asleep but he shook his shoulders lightly in a bid to wake him.

A minute later, a groggy Otoya walked down the stairs with Fujimaru. His eyes widened when he saw his grandfather because he feared J was causing even more trouble to the people around him. He hurried over to the man.

"Ojii-san, what's the matt….?"

Before Otoya could finish his question, the man had slapped him hard across the face, causing him to fall to the floor in shock.

Fujimaru was frozen in place, shock rendering him immobile as he watched Otoya fall to the ground. Why was the man hurting Otoya, what had he done? He balled his hands into fists, ready to defend Otoya if the man decided to continue.

Fortunately, he didn't.

Otoya sat on the floor with a hand on his cheek which stung greatly, and his ears were ringing loudly from the hit. What had he done? He looked up into those burning eyes of his grandfather's that seemed to loathe him more than anything else at the moment.

"Whore, just like your mother," was all the man spat in disgust before reaching into his trench coat and extracting a set of photographs that he threw on the floor. He then turned around and walked through the door with his bodyguards in tow.

Otoya started shaking with the weight of those words. As much as they weren't able to get along, his grandfather had never looked down on him, not once and the way his chest was now constricting from those words made him feel like he wanted to pass out. He was so afraid he didn't know what to do. He took a glimpse at the pictures strewn on the floor before him and realized they were stills of him and J in bed. He started to shake even harder.

"Otoya!" Fujimaru shouted before running to his side. He placed a hand under his arm and helped to pull the stunned teenager to his feet.

With wide, glossy eyes, Otoya looked over at Fujimaru whose face was contorted into a frown. Did he agree with his grandfather, did he see him as a whore too? The evidence was right there on the floor.

Fujimaru helped Otoya up to his room, hating the hurt and confused look on his face just as much as he was hating Kujo Akihito at the moment. He wasn't as surprised as he should have been when Otoya pushed him so he stumbled backwards before running inside his room and bolting the door shut behind him. He wanted to help but he understood why Otoya would want to be alone. Hopefully, he could talk to him in the morning.