Me: you know, I wonder if anyone ever first met Hiruma when he wasn't being all crazy and stuff, they'll think he was and elf prince :3 (ya know with his pointy ears)

Mamori, Sena, Monta: elf prince…?

Monta and Sena: Hahahahaha, that's impossible! *rolling on ground*

Hiruma: GRRRR…Damn Author!*starts shooting*

Me: it was just an idea! I don't kill me

Ch.3

'She…she was Kidnapped.'

'We don't know who it was, but we know they belonged to the Slave Trade,' the police man said, after Mr. Anezaki finished the story his wife was barely able to tell him.

'Mamori…'

Sena and Monta were running along the school building, school was done and it was time for practice. But they had more important news for everyone about what they learned about Mamori's absence.

'I can't believe this happened to Mamori, my sweet….er um I mean Mamori," Monta said.

Sena looked into the sad face of his childhood friend dad's face. He noticed the police man digging his bag, bringing out a piece of paper.

'we also found this on the side of the room, either that they dropped it, or it may and flown out of the car window as they drove away,' the police man handed a piece of paper to Sena.

He gasped. It had a recent picture of her, crossed out. It also had all sorts of information on her, the day she was born, age, things she like, anything you can think of. He shuddered at the feeling he got from just holding that piece of paper.

'May…May I make a copy of this?' he asked.

Sena made sure that paper was secured in his hand and started to run faster. Monta tried to hurry after them. As they rounded the last corner, and it will be a straight shot to the club house, they ran literally into the three Huh Brothers.

Two pieces of paper went flying through the air.

"Ah!" they all yelled as they tried to catch their papers before the wind blew them away. Monta was able to successfully catch them both.

"Max catch!" he exclaimed in triumph.

"Uh yea," the rest mumbled.

Monta looked at the two papers; both had Mamori's face on it. "Hey this is…"

"Not now, we got to tell the others," Jumonji said, snatching one of the two pieces of paper out of Monta's hand and started walking to the nearby clubhouse.

The other four followed him.

'MAX!' Monta suddenly yelled, making the other three jump.

'Uh Monta, what are you..?' Sena started to say, but Monta kept going.

'Mr. Anezaki, Mr. Police Man, we, the football club, will rescue Mamori!' he exclaimed, and did one of his random poses.

'Rescue…?' the police man said slowly. Monta snatched the copy of the information on Mamori and dragged Sena out of the house.

'Don't worry! We'll bring her back safe and sound!' he yelled right before disappearing from the door.

Sena opened the club door to reveal happy faces. The others, except Hiruma, were there and talking with each other. Apparently they didn't hear the news.

"Hey everyone, we got…some disturbing news," Sena said a bit quietly. No one paid attention since he was quiet. Sena was about yell out, when the door behind opened again, and bullets went through the air.

Hiruma came in; as he did he snatched the papers that Jumonji and Monta were holding. He pulled out a chair, sat down and place his feet on the table. Everybody else stared at him in shocked silence.

"Tch, I guess some of you damned brats didn't watch the news last night or seen any of papers," he said as he unwrapped a new piece of sugarless gum.

"Well, Kumusubi and I were at my family's temple last night, and we don't have a TV," Kurita said

"I was studying," Yukimitsu said.

"Tch," Hiruma replied.

"Hiruma, what happened?" ask Musashi, eyeing his friend

"Well the damn pipsqueaks, and the Huh brothers know, don't you?" Hiruma ask with an evil glint in his eye

The five of them stood straighter, shaking on his unbreakable stare. Sena was about to say something when Hiruma looked away.

"Old man, put this into the TV," Hiruma handed Musashi a DVD.

"What's on it?" he asked

"Something that I recorded last night, which will in the rest of your damn heads about our missing manger,"

Musashi walked over to the widescreen TV they had in the clubhouse. Placing the DVD in the DVD player, he started the movie.

It was the news broadcast from last night.

The video turned to static.

Everybody's face was pale. Hiruma had a dark look.

"Cau-caught?" asked Kumusubi

Kurita started to hyperventilate, "Mamori kidnapped? How can this be?"

"Check out these papers the damn pipsqueak brought," Hiruma said tossing the papers on the table.

Everyone stared at the two papers lying across each other. One was a missing person poster, and the other had info on Mamori.

"I understand this one," Yukimitsu said, pointing to the missing person poster, "but what about this one?" everyone's eyes turned to Sena.

"Well the police man at Mamori's house said this belonged to the kidnapper's, and this was their way to pick out certain individuals,"

"Certain individuals?" Kurita softly said, "For what?"

"The Slave Trade,"

All eyes turned back to Hiruma, "or Human trafficking, as it is now called this days. It's the illegal trade of human beings mainly for the purposes of many things, like forced labor."

Everyone knew there was more to that then being forced to work, but the idea was too horrible for them to think about.

Mamori is out there something, who knows what happening to her.

"Max! We got to rescue her!" Monta yelled, breaking the heavy silence.

"Tch, did you know, many people tried to find the people who traffic people? Only a few have been caught, and even less people have been freed,"

"Are you saying it's impossible?" Sena asked quietly

"Nothing is really impossible, we should all know that by now, it's just really hard," Hiruma picked up his AK-47, "Now who's with me to rescue the damn manager?"

A sound of a pen that hit the ground echoed. Everyone was in shock the Hiruma actually said to go rescue Mamori.

"Are you damn brats scared?!" he aimed his gun at them.

"No!" everyone jumped up from the seats, "Let's go rescue Mamori!"

Hiruma watched everyone leave; he turned his back to door, hand on the corner, when he heard someone's voice.

"Try as you might, but you won't hold your true feeling's forever,"

Hiruma's head turned slightly to see Musashi behind me, "I don't know what you are talking about," he left silently, not wanting to talk anymore.

Musashi stood there, looking at the empty space that was once been filled.

Try as you might, but you show your emotions too easily at times, others may not notice, but the ones close to you will. You'll see her again, Hiruma, I promise…