Chapter 4: Friday

A/N here it is ladies and gents chapter 4 is finally up... sorry it took so long I usually update every few days but I had to write a separate thing for English and I couldn't find the time.. Anyways I'm done making excuses for myself... here is the next chapter and I hope you enjoy :) don't forget to review :P)

When Shuichi woke the next morning he barely recognized himself in the mirror. He was so used to his bright pink hair that the deeper shade of purple depressed him slightly. Well maybe it wasn't the hair; he admitted to himself, it was the pressure of what he had to do that was making him gloomy. Plain and simple he didn't think he could pull it off. Sure he looked like a different person but he didn't sound like a different person. They would be able to recognize him in an instant the minute he opened his mouth. His fears were washed away the minute he stepped into the kitchen. Tatsumi was there messing around with something small on the table.

"What are you doing?" Shuichi questioned, trying without success to peer around the older man.

"You're going to be wearing a voice changer," Tatsumi said, still facing away from Shuichi.

"Oh?" he didn't like the way Tatsumi said it, Shuichi could hear the smile in his voice.

Suddenly Tatsumi turned around and pushed Shuichi onto the couch.

"What the hell!" Shuichi yelled as Tatsumi over came him like he had on Tuesday.

"This is only going to hurt a bit," he replied and Shuichi froze when he saw the tweezers and the fake tooth in his hand.

"No don't, Tatsumi don't!" but Shuichi couldn't push him away.

"AHHHHH!!!"

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Shuichi sat on the couch rubbing his sore jaw. His wisdom tooth lay on the table in front of him and Tatsumi sat on the chair facing him, a smirk present on his face.

"You enjoyed that way too much," Shuichi accused as he felt the fake tooth with his tongue.

Tatsumi just smiled and they walked out of the apartment and to the car.

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As they pulled up to the building Shuichi's stomach knotted and twisted until Shuichi felt like he was going to be sick. His dark shades were on his face and he peered through them to the building.

"All right," Tatsumi said looking Shuichi in the eye even though he was wearing black shades. "This is it Shuichi, are you ready?"

Shuichi nodded curtly, opened the door and stepped out.

"The studio is closed on the weekend so you have to find a way to get in when they close. Until you have time alone to do that you are Camar Fong and you will play the part. Are you ready Shuichi? I mean really ready."

Shuichi made his expression as determined as he could and replied strongly, "I've never been more ready."

"Good luck," Tatsumi replied as he pulled away from the building.

Shuichi was on his own now.

He walked up to the building with a determined stride, if he was going to look and sound like a different person then he was going to act like a different person too.

He pushed open the doors to the studio and walked up to the receptionist.

"Big Time Industries how may I transfer you call. Big Time Industries one moment please. Big Time Industries, he's at a meeting right now can I take a message." Finally she looked up from her desk at Shuichi, "how many I help you," she asked, a fake smile on that just screamed I work too much.

"I'm here about making a record," he answered, surprised at how deep his voice sounded.

The woman was taken aback by his voice; it didn't belong in such a small body.

"If you'd like to have a seat in the waiting room someone will be with you shortly."

So Shuichi sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. The minutes ticked by into hours and finally after waiting three hours a man finally called him into his office.

"Hello I'm Mr. Hung, co-producer at BTI, I hear you want to produce a record mister…?"

"Fong," Shuichi replied, "Camar Fong."

"Well Mr.Fong, if you'll follow me to our recording room, we'll see if you have enough talent for BTI."

They left the office together and started down the hall. Shuichi kept glancing around him for any way to get into the building. He paused for a moment as they turned a corner and smiled at what he just found. An air duct vent. Perfect.

Shuichi spent the next two hours singing everything from ASK to an American group called The Beatles. He loved the way his new deep voice harmonized with the melody, and apparently Mr. Hung liked it too.

"You have lots of talent Mr.Fong. Lots of talent indeed. If you'd like I could set up a meeting with our president for later this afternoon."

"That would be great," Shuichi replied.

It was now one in the afternoon, the meeting was set up for three, so Shuichi decided to go to lunch and call Tatsumi with the news.

"Hello."

"Tatsumi its me Shuichi, I'm in, I have a meeting with Fajitzi at three."

"Good good. Have you found a way to get into the building?"

"Yes there are air ducts that go around the entire building. When I was walking in I saw one on the side of the door."

"Excellent. Call me when you want me to come get you."

"Alright. See you then."

Click

Shuichi enjoyed a nice lunch before heading back to the studio. Things were going as planned.

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"Mr.Fajitzi will see you now," his personal secretary said, opening the office door for Shuichi.

"Well well well. I hear you are a talented man Mr.Fong," Fajitzi said from his chair at the desk.

"Thank you," Shuichi replied, taking the seat in front of him.

"Do you have any problem with working with a band?"

"No."

"Good good. We have three very talented musicians who have been looking for a lead singer for quite some time now. I'm sure you will get along nicely with them."

Shuichi nodded because he couldn't think of anything else to do. His stomach was in so many knots he was sure it would never come undone. Sitting before him was the man who had murdered, Yen, Hitomi and Sakura, and who now held Ichiro hostage. But he didn't seem like a bad man. He was old, in his late fifties early sixties, but he looked strong and very much capable of taking care of himself. His eyes glinted ever so slightly, like he knew something that no one else new, and he was proud of it. He had a small scar on his forehead, just at the hairline. This was the new leader of the mob.

He was still talking as Shuichi looked him over.

"… yes this will work out quite nicely. It was nice meeting you Mr.Fong, and I'll see you bright and early Monday morning so you can meet your new band."

"Looking forward to it," Shuichi replied, then he left the room and he didn't look back.

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Tatsumi and Shuichi spent hours that night planning what they were going to do Saturday night. They would make sure everything was ready before they set out. They planned on going at eleven when it would be dark enough for them to sneak in unseen. Until then they poured over the blue print of the building and that's how they fell asleep.

SATURDAY

Shuichi woke up and found himself on the couch. He had remembered falling asleep on the wooden table, so how did he get here? He glanced at where they had been working and saw a lightly snoring Tatsumi, head resting on the table. Shuichi smiled softly when he realized that Tatsumi had moved him.

He checked the clock in the kitchen and saw that it was ten in the morning. They still had thirteen hours before they executed their plan. Shuichi made a simple breakfast and woke up Tatsumi. They ate in silence and once they were done they got back to work.

Shuichi's time in the building had been a huge help. He remembered offices and fire escape entrances and he had figured out how to get in. The air ducts.

But there was one problem that neither of them had considered.

"I can't go with you." Tatsumi said suddenly as Shuichi was explaining about the air ducts.

"Wait what! What do you mean you can't go with me?"

"I'm sorry Shuichi but I," he hesitated for a moment and looked away. Looking at the wall he finished, "I'm claustrophobic."

Instantly Shuichi remembered what Ichiro had told him about what his father had done to Tatsumi.

-Every night he( Tatsumi ) would try to fight my father when he came into our room, but my father would just grab him by the hair, and throw him into the closet.-

Tatsumi had been thrown into a dark closet every night for six months. Six months in a dark and cramped space, while his father was on the other side hurting his younger brother.

Shuichi knew that he wouldn't try and make Tatsumi go with him. He had been scarred by his childhood and he wasn't going to make him face it.

"I'm sorry Shuichi."

Shuichi put a hand on his shoulder and said, "It's alright. Let's figure out how this is going to work."

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And so they planned. Shuichi was to go into the building and find Ichiro. Once he did he would radio Tatsumi. Tatsumi would then call his friends and they would break in and save him. They would be in radio contact the whole time.

As eleven o clock drew nearer, Shuichi closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed that he would get through this. He prayed that he would see Yuki again. And he prayed that Ichiro would be there.

The clock in the kitchen showed 10:30 and they set out to the studio.

When they arrived they crept out of the car and scurried to the side of the building. Tatsumi pulled out a screw driver and removed the air duct cover.

"Ok Shuichi are you ready. You have your radio and everything."

"Yes."

"Alright," Tatsumi looked like he didn't want to let Shuichi go.

"I'll find him, don't worry."

Shuichi started crawling through the hole and stopped when he heard Tatsumi call after him, "I'm sorry I got you into this Shuichi. Not just now. But before to."

Shuichi switched on the flashlight and started slithering down the duct.

Every so often he would go over a grate so he could see where he was in the building. He passed the recording room and Mr.Hung's office.

Then all of a sudden, he was falling head first down the duct.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" Shuichi screamed as he plummeted head long down the shaft. I'm going to die, he kept saying to himself as he fell. I'm going to hit the bottom and die. So he covered his head and braced himself for impact. But it never came.

Shuichi wasn't falling anymore; instead he was swinging weightlessly in the duct. He could see light just below him. He glanced up the best he could in the cramped space and saw that his pants had snagged on the wall, saving him from falling to his death.

Voices rose up the duct to greet him and Shuichi listened intently.

"How's the kid, is he behaving?"

"Yeah he's just sitting there now. Its kind of funny watching him."

"Well he won't be there for long were almost done."

"I know but I still don't understand why Fajitzi won't let us ruff him up a bit more."

Shuichi couldn't hear the other mans answer because the two men had moved down the hall.

Shuichi's radio clicked to life.

"Shuichi are you there what happened?"

"I fell," he answered bluntly.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes but now I'm stuck. I just heard some men talking about Ichiro. He's down here. I'm going to find him and get back to you."

Ok now finding a way down.

Shuichi guessed he was about a meter from the edge of the duct, which meant a total of five meters to the floor. This was going to be painful. Shuichi started pulling his leg down in order to get is pants lose, he kept his hands on his head, preparing himself for the impact.

-Rip-

Then he was falling again. He was able to curve his body before he fit the ground but he still painfully landed on his side.

Standing up slowly he listened for the sound of footsteps, certain that someone had heard his fall, but no one came. Breathing a sigh of relief he took in his surroundings. He was in the basement of the building, two corridors stretched out before him. Both disappearing into darkness. He looked beside him at his now smashed flashlight and sighed again. Looking at the two corridors he did the only thing he could think of to choose.

Einey Meany Miney Moe.

He started down the right hand corridor, hand on the wall to guide his way. He realized as he got farther down that it wasn't as dark as it seemed. A light was strung up every few meters and he was able to easily make his way down. When he reached the end of the corridor he found he had chosen right. In front of him was a door locked from the outside.

Shuichi ran to the door undid the lock and swung the door open. He walked into the dark room clumsily and almost fell over something. Looking down he saw it was Ichiro.

"Ichiro? Ichiro! Ichiro it's me Shuichi. Ichiro can you hear me?"

He pulled out the radio and said into it, "I found him Tatsumi I found him. He's here."

"Ichiro say something."

"Shuichi," a small voice came from him, "is it really you?"

"Yes it's me we've come to rescue you. You're brothers coming with help."

"No you don't understand. He can't come here. Tell him not to come."

"Why?"

"Because Fajitzi--."

Before he could finish Shuichi was grabbed from behind and held to the ground. The radio was taken from his hands and Fajiski's voice spoke into it.

"Hello Tatsumi. Remember me."

And without saying another word he threw the radio to the ground and stomped on it. Shuichi was on his stomach with his hands being held behind his back.

"There is no one named Mr.Fong presently living in Japan between the age of 15 and 35. Mr.Shindou. Nice try."

He left the room and with a wave of his hand Ichiro and Shuichi were pulled along behind him.

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Meanwhile outside in the car Tatsumi was staring into space. He couldn't believe it. The voice on the radio had been… to be continued

A/N haha sorry guys I couldn't resist that little cliffy... you may guess who he is but you wont find out till the next chapter muah hah hah im evil :) lol anyways please please please!!!!!! Review! And when you do you will find out who Fajitzi really is... and whats going to happen to Shuichi and Ichiro