Author's Note: Just like I promised, here is Chapter 3, however my writers block came in once again. I hope this chapter satisfies you all. I have this story built to a planned point into a 8-10 chapter story, Chapter 4 will be on it's way before tomorrow morning. R/R as always. Thanks
Eiri Yuki had finally finished his novel, saving his data and closing his laptop. Tearing his glasses away from his face, he looked at the time, it had been hours since he had heard from Shuichi. Then he remembered Ryuichi's threat, an empty one at that. Dragging his way to the kitchen, he made himself a pot of coffee. Seconds turned to minutes…minutes turned to hours.
Eiri was nervously tapping his fingers on his desk. His laptop wasn't even on, why was he at his desk? Turning his body to face the door, he saw Shuichi's figure right there at the doorway, but he blinked at he was gone.
"I'm going crazy…" rubbing his temples, Eiri usually enjoyed the peace and quiet, but now he was starting to horrify it.
Flashback
"Get the hell out of here…."
That was the last thing he said to him. A short sigh escaped his lips, he was surely in hell now.
"What the hell is wrong with me now?!" Eiri mocked at himself.
It was odd to see the novelist like this. He was restless, pissed, horny,…and lonely. He hated to admit it, but it was only when he noticed it most, did he miss the little pink ball of fluff. Be that as it may, the position he is in, he could not let it get to his head, but at the rate he was going…he was failing with flying colors.
Flashback
"You will regret the day you hurt him…"
The words pored over in the back of his mind, he couldn't take it. He needed a shower. Showers usually cleared his mind. With that set, he left his study and went to his bathroom, removing his clothes, turning on the water, and slipped in. It took a little time for the water to reach the right temperature, but it was still satisfying. "Shuichi…" Why was he doing this?! Why was he thinking of the thing that annoyed him most.
His mind was hurting, hurting so much it brought him to bring his arm up and bang his fist against the tiled wall. He needed the dam fur ball back, otherwise it was going to kill him. Retching himself from the shower, Eiri dried and dressed quickly, then took out his cell phone and clicked on a name.
"Seguchi-" he heard from the other end.
"Tohma, where is Ryuichi Sakuma…?" his tone held no anger, he did well to hide it.
Seguchi was shocked, "Eiri? I'm not sure, probably at home, why do you ask?"
Eiri held back a sigh, "Any idea where he lives?"
Seguchi was silent for a while…until, "Eiri, does this have anything to do with your position with Shindou-san?"
"Stay out of it Tohma, just tell me where the hell he lives!" he was getting impatient.
"I think it'd be good for you to spend some time away from Sindou-san-" he was cut off.
"I don't need you to protect me anymore Tohma! I'm not 16 anymore!! Just tell me where the fuck he lives!!" He reached his point of anger.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you…"
-Click-
Eiri slammed down his cell phone on the nearest surface, a coffee table, but then he picked it up again, dialing countless of numbers. If he couldn't get Ryuichi's address from Tohma he had other ways, other connections.
Tohma Seguchi sat in his office at N-G Studios. Elbows rested on the armrests of his expensive leather chair, hands laced together, his chin resting on his hands. He knew that since he hadn't given Eiri what he had wanted, he was going to find an optional way to get it. Looking to his phone he pressed a button, ringing his secretary's phone.
"Have 10 security guards to Ryuichi Sakuma's residence please…" Tohma ordered.
His secretary replied, "Is something the matter sir?"
"No..not yet…but there could be.
"Yes sir.
Eiri…don't do anything you'll regret. Do not underestimate Ryuichi… With that he leaned back with a sigh.
