Author Note: Right, I'm stepping things up a notch….

Tokyo, NG Studios approx 9:00pm…

I couldn't think of anything to do but pace at the moment. A million things at once rushed through my head as soon as I put down that letter. My father had cheated on my Mother. Just who was this woman? Did she keep her child? Do I now have a sibling? How do I find her/him? And, Do I really want to meet them?...

After a lot of deliberation on that last Question, I had finally decided that…yes, I do want to meet my sibling –if I had one. Therefore, I had to find this Hishimoto Satoko person.

Using my various contacts and connections, I managed to track her down…..

Only to find out that she was dead…. died of cancer over 6 years ago.

Damn. However, after more searching, I discovered the piece of information I really sort. Satoko Hishimoto had had a daughter….kazuki Hishimoto. I had a sister; it almost came as a shock.

I dug deeper and discovered her current address (it turns out she lives alone), the school she attends and her current employment position. I had every plan to go round there and meet her (not now –it was a long drive to Morioka, maybe in the morning), however, that plan was short lived… There was a knock on my door, stopping my pacing.

"Yes?" I called out.

My secretary poked her head round my door.

"I am planning on leaving now Seguchi-sama." She said with a smile "I thought I should remind you not to forget the meeting with the board heads tomorrow."

"Ok, Arigato Yamamoto-san" She bowed, and left.

Damn. The board meeting…. That was important….But, I really did want to go and meet my sister tomorrow.

CLICK!

I clicked my fingers. I had idea…I couldn't leave…but someone else could…

~~~~GRAVITATION~~~~

Normal morning, Normal walk to school, normal homeroom, normal school day….

That was my Wednesday. I had no plans for tonight. No invited guests or even work…only a shit load of chemistry homework.

So, imagine my surprise when I returned home to find a sleek red sports car parked in front of my place.

Some blond guy with a long pony tail wearing black sunglasses was walking up to my door about to knock on it.

What the hell? I walked up to him.

"Um…can I help you sir?"

CLICK CLICK

The barrel of a .44 calibre gun was pressed to my forehead.

I made an odd squeaking noise and dropped my bag. My mind suddenly went oddly blank. There was a long silence (though, it was probably was only a few seconds). Then…

"Into the car."

I squeaked in return.

It was a short clear command, and who was I to disagree? I was scared shitless at the moment. I couldn't even concentrate enough to take in what he looked like or what he sounded like for that matter. My whole world was a blur.

I turned shakily around and walked over to the red sports car, all the time he had his gun pointed to the back of my head. I opened the door and got in while he crossed around front and got in the drivers' seat. Somehow he managed to start the car and buckle in his seatbelt one handed, cause his gun was still pointed at me.

The only thing I could think at the moment was Oh Fuck, what have I done to piss off the mafia?

The car took off with such speed that it sucked me back into the seat. This guy LOVED extreme speed. Just another thing to add to my heart attack list.

The ride was frightful.

He drove like some sort of secret agent. Flawing it up the main stretches of road and screeching round corners. I was very, no, extremely scared. I couldn't talk all I did was sit there. Nice move.

However, after about the first 5 minutes I got my ability to think back and after about an hour of driving, the thrill wore off and I got sick of being kidnapped…..

Who the fuck wants to kidnap me? Of all people why me? Where the hell are we going? And just who was this blond guy anyway?

I studied him.

He was wearing a plain white cotton shirt, white long pants with suspenders, purple tie, but, the thing that really stood out to me was his long blond hair. He was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't tell what colour his eyes were.

It had been about an hour and a half since the 'kidnapping'. I was currently in a car bound for… god knows where with my kidnapper, with a gun still pointed at my head… and I was dead bored. I was also… angry. Just who the fuck did this fellow think he was that he could just take me like that? I was getting more and more frustrated as the minutes passed….. That's it! Time for some answers…

"Just where the fuck are we going?" I finally asked breaking our accord of silence. Sorry about the swearing, but, I can be pretty hostile when my back against the wall.

He said nothing back to me. That pissed me off. I thought I deserved some answers, HE was the one who kidnapped ME after all. So, I asked again…

Still nothing.…..I snapped …

"OI! You owe me some answers here!"

"Tokyo."

That one word was all I needed. It answered one of my questions, but most importantly…

…his voice…

I now knew he was American… I could practically feel the sadistic smile that spread across my face.

…He didn't know that I spoke English…..

"ARIGHT YOU STUPID AMERICAN!" I screamed in English. "WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KIDNAP ME YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHI-"

CLICK CLICK

The guns safety was just clicked off. Shit, but I didn't care. I was still too fuckin' angry.

"Who are you?" I asked sternly.

"K"

Great… K for 'Kidnapper'!

"Why Tokyo?"

"You'll find out when we get there"

He fell silent. I knew he probably wouldn't answer anymore of my questions even if I asked him, so I just sat there quietly and thought.

Tokyo. Tokyo was a very long way away. Maybe even a full night's drive! Maybe I could jump out of the car? I looked at the speedo. Damn. We were going too fast for that idea. Knock out the driver? NOPE! Not while the guns still there. I looked around for more options. But after finding none, I tried in vain to remember streets and highways, so I could find my way back, but hell, I couldn't concentrate with a gun against my temple. What the hell was going to happen? Why did they take me?

One thing was for sure, I am NOT about to just sit here and let them do whatever they want to me. I couldn't do anything at the moment, not with the gun still against my temple anyway. I would try to escape as soon as I got out of the car, time for all those years of watching pro wrestling to finally pay off. . .