I am so sorry for taking so long to update this chapter. I have been extremely busy. Since the end of the school year is coming up I have a lot more homework. I also was in the Addams Family musical in my school, which we just finished least week.

This chapter probably will have a lot of errors because I only read over it once after typing it.

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Hiro twitched slightly as he started to come in and out of consciousness. His limbs felt as though they were pulled down by weights. His hearing was distorted as if he were underwater. Things sounded as if he were a hundred miles away rather than five feet.

"Ten thousand… Friday…... dies…..slowly." A male voice growled. Hiro frowned in confusion. Who was this man's voice? It certainly wasn't Tadashi. He slowly started to drift off into unconsciousness again. Until another voice was sharply raised in panic. That voice was definitely Tadashi.

"Oh god no. Please I'll do anything!" Tadashi's voice begged. Hiro groaned as he forced himself to crawl back to consciousness. Everything throbbed in a dull ache. His movements were sluggish. Tadashi spoke again. "Hiro, is that you? Answer me Hiro!" Tadashi was on the verge of tears. His voice trembled as he pleaded with Hiro's captives.

"He's coming to. Boss, we need to move." A very deep voice was above Hiro. He drew his attention away from the teen to speak to his leader. That got Hiro moving. He struggled to push himself up. His muscles creaked wearily as he stood.

"That's fine. Thomas, go get the car. It's only a block away." The man paused and then answered Tadashi. "No. Thursday is your deadline or your brother will suffer." He snarled. Hiro went into action. He sprinted for the alleyway entrance. His breath came in ragged panicked gasps.

Just as Hiro thought he had escaped, two meaty hands roughly pulled him back. Hiro did the only thing that crossed his mind. He screamed.

"Tadashi! Help me!" The man behind him clamped his hand over Hiro's mouth. Hiro wriggled in his captor's arms. The leader snapped the phone shut in anger. He had a murderous glare. Hiro stared at the leader with fear flashing in his eyes.

A sleek black car pulled into the small alleyway. It had dark tinted windows, which made it impossible to see inside the vehicle. Silver traced the outline of the windows. The car sputtered as it idled, causing exhaust to roughly form in clouds. A phone buzzed in the tall man's pocket. He brought it to his ear.

"Yes boss? We decided to bring the boy and hold him as a ransom…. Yes we can bring him there. Okay thank you." A wild grin pulled the corners of his mouth. He addressed Hiro. "Looks like your luck has gotten worse. Yama wants you to be brought to his hideout."

Hiro writhed in the man's arms, kicking him in the shins. The man grunted, almost loosening his grip on Hiro. The leader stalked forward. His long legs made it a simple task. He brought his hand back before slapping Hiro with all his strength. Hiro became limp, dazed. Lights danced across his vision.

"Behave! Now Lance, you know what to do." He thrust the trunk of the car open. Lance pushed the young teen to the trunk. Hiro struggled weakly in his grasp. It was useless. Lance threw the boy into the trunk before slamming the lid shut on his head. Hiro curled into a ball, willing the dizziness to go away.


People gave Tadashi questioning stares as he flew down the halls of the school. His legs couldn't carry him fast enough. He gasped at the effort it took to sprint. He thrust the last door open. Cold air bit his lungs, his breath formed clouds.

He jumped on his moped and started it with a little too much force. He almost got into several accidents as he sped to the café. Luckily there were no police cars along the way. He nearly gave Aunt Cass a heart attack as he pulled into the garage. She had been cleaning up.

"Tadashi, what's wrong?" She shuffled forward with a concerned glance in her eyes. She placed a hand on Tadashi's back as he got off the vehicle.

"Hiro." He pushed her hand off his back gently. She stared at him, confused.

"But Hiro is upstairs sleeping. I checked on him." She said uncertainly. Tadashi shook his head.

"No. He faked sleep and snuck out again. He…" Tadashi swallowed. "He was taken." His voice shook. Aunt Cass didn't wait to run up the stairs. An unearthly wail slipped from her parted lips before she collapsed on the ground, sobbing.


Hiro blinked the stars from his vision, trying to focus. He observed the inside of the trunk as quickly as he could with his hands. It was empty except for himself curled in the small space. The rough carpet rubbed against the teen's arms as he felt for where the tail lights would be.

The car pushed to a rough stop. Hiro thrust his foot forward, desperately trying to escape. His foot struck the side with a dull thump. A voice swore in the back seat.

"Quiet down, or I'll beat the shit out of you kid." The muscular man's voice growled. Hiro ignored him and continued to lash out at what he thought was the tail light. It felt like hours when the car's engine stopped. Yama talked to his men.

"Open the trunk." Yama ordered gruffly. His men complied swiftly, pressing the button. Hiro tensed and prepared to leap out of the cramped space. A light blinded him as the lid creaked open. The boy cringed away from it, forgetting his plan instantly. They had set up a lamp directly above the trunk to blind the adolescent. Yama gripped on his arm before yanking him out of the trunk.

They were in a small garage. The floors and walls were a cold concrete that had several cracks in it. The air was frigid; it clearly didn't have any air vents, Hiro observed. The teen thrashed in Yama's hold.

"Stop it you little punk." Yama scowled. He thrust his fist into Hiro's torso. The boy gasped and sputtered for breath. Yama ignored the young teen's struggles. "You will behave while you are in my presence." Yama scolded Hiro.

"No." Hiro whispered, almost flinching when his chin was held tightly by the man's giant hands. Yama appeared frustrated.

"No? You are the most unintelligent boy my eyes have seen!" He paused before taking the boy's arms and twisting them painfully behind his back. A harsh metallic clicking sound emanated from metal hoops. The circlets tightened until they dug into Hiro's flesh. Yama forced the teen to the ground.

"Don't let him move an inch. If he does punish him. He needs to learn respect." Yama left the garage with a bang. Hiro decided it was wise to do as he was told at the moment.


I know, I know. It isn't very good. *she mutters to herself*

I'm really tired because the only time I can do these things is extremely late at night *Hiro walks in*

"It isn't like you were sleeping anyways." *he mumbles under his breath.*

So... yeah

Please leave me any suggestions because I will answer them to my best ability.

Someone was wondering how Hiro got the gaming system if it wasn't even out in stores. Thank you for the fantastic suggestion; you gave me a better idea than what I initially thought of! *gives a gummy bear*