AN: So sorry that it took such a long time to update. /

Also, the "Boss" dude is from Ch. 14 in the manga. That's why the whole story is like a retake of Sunako's kidnapping. Anyhoo, don't wanna give much away...

Disclaimer: I don't own Wallflower.

Kidnap! (Retake)

Kyohei was suffocating.

His shoes pounded painfully on the street, landing in puddles of murky water occasionally. Pant and heave as he might, the still damp night air made it increasingly hard to breathe.

In any other situation, Kyohei would've been pissed off. Pissed that Sunako ran without a word. Pissed that she left him pouring his heart out to no one. Pissed because his pride was severely damaged.

Yet.

"SUNAKO! Where the hell are you!"

Kyohei stopped, allowing his body to take a break after an hour of sprinting around, searching for her. He clutched his knees tightly, until his knuckles turned white.

After his mind cleared, he looked around. He was in the middle of a ghostly market square. The only sign of life around was in a nearby grocery shop.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that some of the stands had been knocked over and some shelves had been pulled out from the wall. Food and random accessories were lying haphazardly on the floor.

Kyohei opened the glass door and exclaimed "What happened here?"

The store manager, who was sitting miserably on the floor in the middle of the mess, looked at him with a face of utter hopelessness.

"It was the bank," the middle aged man said. "If they had just given me a loan for the shop, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have borrowed money from those gangsters…"

Kyohei momentarily forgot about his search for Sunako. "Were you robbed?"

The man nodded slowly. "They came to collect this month's payment… I didn't have enough… They began to trash the place and then…"

He looked up at Kyohei with tears in his eyes.

"This girl came."

Kyohei's chest constricted painfully; he felt a chill as if darkness itself was caressing his skin. He knew instinctively what had happened.

In his mind, he saw Sunako. Pushing and shoving her way into the shop, she kicked the group of tall, buff, scary looking gangsters without hesitation. She had a strange look of determination in her eyes. She stared straight at the biggest, meanest looking thug of them all with the same fixed glare.

"She had long black hair and deathly pale skin…" he was saying. "I thought she was a ghost at first, but she…"

She ran at him, her black hair flying all around her. He slammed her down with one swift blow. She pushed herself off of the floor, still gazing at him with the same intensity.

The man's hands flew to cover his tear streaked face. His throat closed up. He was unable to say anymore.

Kyohei's eyes widened. He grabbed the man by the shoulders and tried to shake his voice out of him. "Then? Then what!"

The store manager's voice came out in a choked whisper between sobs. "They said- that she would pay- the price…"

Kyohei released the man.

"They took her."

When Sunako awoke from her daze, she found her arms tied behind her back and her feet bound together by a heavily metal chain. Not only that, but a man's thick, burly arm was around her waist, leading her through a crowd of cigarette-smoking, sweaty, dirty gangsters.

Her captor turned to her, sensing that she had regained consciousness.

His face was despicable; it was round and meaty, covered with all sorts of facial hair and grime. His porky, gigantic nose protruded from his face like a mountain amongst the hills of his fat cheeks. He squinted at her through miniscule eyes.

He smirked, revealing two sets of crooked and yellowed teeth.

His appearance and his brute strength reminded her of a gorilla.

"He he," he snickered. He strengthened his grip on her waist.

King Kong, she thought.

"You're a pretty one," he said. "I plan to make you mine."

Goosebumps appeared on Sunako's arms.

"What's your name, little girlie?" he asked.

She didn't answer.

"What?" he asked, drawing his head closer to hers. "I couldn't hear you over the noi-"

BANG!

Sunako's head collided against his.

He fell down onto his bum from the shock.

The gangsters around him gasped in shock.

"Boss!" they yelled.

Half of them reached to help him to his feet. The others took hold of Sunako and knocked her onto the floor. They began attacking her mercilessly.

"STOP!" Boss yelled furiously. "Don't you dare lay a hand on my woman!"

His grubby hands were around her again. This time, he slung her over his shoulder and clung onto her legs to keep her from kicking.

The gorilla man named Boss carried her all the way to his private room on the second floor of the abandoned building.

As soon as they were inside, Boss closed the door behind them.

Sunako was enshrouded in comfortable darkness before she was dropped unceremoniously onto a bed.

Uh oh, she thought, inching away from him slowly. There was something familiar yet menacing about this whole situation.

She heard the tearing of cloth and the unzipping of a pair of jeans. Before she could yell out, a hand covered her mouth and a heavy body covered in bushy hair pinned her onto the bed.

She heard a snicker, then she felt something wet touch her neck.

Her frantic scream was helplessly muffled.

It was a tongue. She was sure of it. It slithered from her neck to her collar, where it was temporarily hindered by her shirt.

In the next moment, her shirt was gone.

For the first time in a long time, she felt completely powerless and vulnerable. Her arms fell limp and useless by her sides. She couldn't move a muscle in her legs. The only thing that separated her from the gorilla was a thin pocket of air.

But she would not give up yet.

It took her only a moment to register that his hand was still over her mouth. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and sunk her teeth as hard as she could into his hand until she could taste blood.

He yelped and pulled away from her abruptly.

"HELP!" she screamed as loud as she could. "Help! Help!"

"Why you…" Boss was saying, threateningly. "You're lucky you're a woman!"

Unfortunately, Boss's distinction between genders didn't apply to physical violence. In the darkness, Sunako could make out his enormous figure. His hand was raised above his head, about to strike-

"You call that thing a woman?" a voice said from the doorway.

Sunako whipped her heard around and was blinded by the light.

There was a clang as metal hit flesh. Boss cried out in agony as he crumpled to the floor.

"Really, you are too exaggerated."

A soft, warm hand found Sunako's wrist and pulled her towards the door.

Before she even knew what was happening, the creature of light stole her away. They passed mangled bodies of the gangsters as they made their way to the exit.

In seconds they were out of the abandoned warehouse and were met with fresh air.

Sunako felt her rescuer slip a sweater over her half-naked body. Then he crouched down in front of her.

"Get on my back!" he said.

Sunako shook her head before she realized that she was shoeless. She must have lost it somewhere inside the gangsters' hideout.

Reluctantly, she climbed onto her savior's back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

At the same time, Sunako could hear the moans of the beat-up gangsters increasing in volume. They were coming.

Sunako's savior quickly rose to his feet, placing his hands under Sunako's thighs to support her weight.

He stole her away into the night.

AN: So... Sunako's "rescuer" is none other than KYOHEI! But that wasn't really important, so I didn't even bother including it. And by half-naked... I hope ya'll didn't picture anything too graphic. She still had her under garments and stuff... :D That's the whole reason why I changed the rating to T.

Pleez review! Any helpful comments on my authorial craft (or whatever my crazy English teacher calls it) would be great too. Thanks for reading!