Shit.

The gunshot shook the entire compound, myself included. At least all three people present were, excluding the leader. But there was no way I'm backing out now.

"One more step and I'll really shoot you." Shaky hands and a grip too tight, I was sure he was ready to run if he could.

"Shougo, stop this." Ignoring the amused chuckle from behind me, I rattled the chains around my hands that kept me prisoner, in a futile attempt to escape and shake some senses into the guy. I ignored the pain as the chains rubbed harshly on my wounds.

Death be damned. Tetsuya and I will live.

The leader was a very cruel man, I must say. Well, if he weren't then he wouldn't be head of the yakuza would he. Still, ordering Haizaki to shoot me and live freely or shoot him- he actually allowed Shougo to shoot him, since Shougo still wanted to avenge his father somehow -and be forever indebted to the organization was a very cruel thing to do.

On the corner of my eye, just barely visible with the blood covering a portion of mi vision, a patch of red made itself visible by the crates' shadows. glancing without turning my head the slightest, I saw a pair of mismatched eyes staring right at me. His red eye twitched at my smug look. Truly, desperate times call for desperate measures.

I eyed the gun he was holding, and the bloodied hand. I hope it wasn't from his hand. But this is my dear Emperor we are talking about.

I stepped forward once more, which wasn't more than a mere inch, though ignoring Haizaki's warning and looking right back at him. He glared harder, as if that could stop me. I glared back.

'Trust. Me.' I mouthed.

I saw the gun almost slip from his hand once or twice.

I really am in trouble right now. The man looked at me with cold eyes, his anger slowly dissipating and exasperation washing over his features. He wouldn't shoot me- that is, if he had a choice. And yes, he did.

The gun turned ever so slightly.

Another shot. This time, it hit someone.

I looked over my shoulder, which is actually pretty hard to do so unless you can turn your head to 180 degrees. The cuffs prevented me from moving around too much, so I had to shift my body a little so I could turn to look.

Behind me, blood was starting to pool around the dead body, staining everything on its way.

Boku handed me a clean towel from the bag hidden by the crates, after unlocking my hands. I wiped the blood that began to irritate my eyes, my arms, before grabbing another to wrap it around my head to keep the blood for a little while. I looked over Shougo, who was shaken after finally taking his revenge. I doubt he would be able to escape his deliquent ways, but I'm sure Tetsuya would be able to change him to a rather nice deliquent.

The banging on the door signaled that Yakuza men have already seen the footage, but the door was sealed. There was also no windows around to jump through. Boku's done a pretty good job at locking us in.

"You think I locked us in here without knowing how to get us out without getting caught?" That's a lot to say, Boku. He rolled his eyes, nodding his head to his left while setting something on the floor. "Now, we've got about sixty seconds to run." He said once he was done.

I was about to ask, but one look at the timer shut me up.

I looked towards the direction he gestured towards, spotting a ladder that headed towards the upper grounds, which were very fragile looking but if we were to escape, even that should do.

Shougo kicked off the ladder, breaking it in the process as to not let the gang follow after us. Just as we got through the large vents, the doors were slamed open. It took them a few more moments to see where we'd escape through, but we were already gone.

Luckily, the vents led directly outside from the back of the ware house, that we were able to run ahead of them. A couple kilometers away, there were a few cars that that had just stopped and switched directions. We got in, and father was quick to gush over us, I wasn't surprised. I stayed silent, opting to stare out the window while someone, probably a medic, nursed my wounds.

A few seconds later, the compound was on fire, shaking the ground, as our car almost stumbled. We kept moving.

I glanced to my side, and I took note that it weren't heterochromic eyes that was looking at me expectantly.

"He's sleeping, don't worry." I whispered, getting annoyed with the accusing stare Seijuro was giving.

"Thank god you're safe, little idiot." I heard him mutter later, before shifting his attention to father.


"Boku, what the hell do you want now?" I spat at the other naked figure standing infront of me, his arms crossed.

"Something happened to Tetsuya." He stated, looking at me expectantly, demanding answers.

"What, the tyrant's eyes not working anymore?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I'm really getting tired of his bossing me around. Hell, I have Quasi-Emperor, should we be on the same level now? Apparently not.

"Tell me." He said in an icy voice, not affected one bit with my attitude. I suppose he has to know as well.

"Alright, alright. Leave me alone once I tell you, got that?" I took his silence as a yes, opting me to continue. "I woke up late, it was strange. I felt your nagging, but I was paralyzed, I couldn't even open my eyes." His brows furrowed. The two of us would wake up instantly the moment any signals were sent by the brain, so that's new information. Possible dangerous information. "The next thing I know, I can feel his haziness from the pills they fed him, and there were people touching Tetsuya-"

"What-" I glared at him, cutting him off before he even began.

"Exactly what you are thinking. But don't worry, you blew them up to bits, so you kind of got your revenge for them blowing Tetsuya first. And without his consent." His eye twitched at my terrible attempt to joke. "And then this Haizaki guy, grey haired dude, came. He wasn't one of them, we kind of knew from the start. They beat us up for talking to him and ignoring the pigs. Tetsuya couldn't take it anymore so I came out for the first time, without his knowledge of course. I actually succeeded. That about sums up for before you arrived, dear Emperor."

I looked at Boku once more, taking note that he wasn't paying attention anymore, probably for half of what I was saying. His hand was clenched though his face was calm as ever, eyes looking through me to whatever universe his mind was in right now, jerk. "Hey!" That got his attention. "Don't bother. Unless you can bring scissors and torture them in the afterlife, I'm pretty sure you already burnt them to ashes before you even held the grudge."

"You should get ready now, you'll be taking his place for a while." I stayed silent, opting him to continue his statement ftom out of nowhere. But he didn't.

"Why? He'll definately find out about me if I take advantage of him at this state." I took a deep breath. "I definately do not want to live having a missing peice once he starts to break down. You know what would happen, you've been through this yourself after all." All I got in reply was a flick on the forehead but I was too distracted to care.

"You still talk too much." He shook his head, turning away before disappearing. Jackass, just say thanks, you prideful bastard. I sat down, drifting back to sleep with a lot more to worry about than I need.


My head throbbed in pain as I began to open my eyes. I looked around, not registering a single thing my eyes would land on. Once my diziness had settled down, I shifted my head toward the mop of red hair that lay atop my shoulder, taking in the faint vanilla scent.

The last thing I remembered was getting beaten up, and drowning. My head throbbed once more.

Oh.

What had happened in that compound next were a blur, like I was in a dream. I was watching myself move on its own, and I wasn't the one controlling it. I stopped for a moment, touching the my forhead. My eyes widen. But there was no wound to prove it.

Had it all been a dream?

Now I'm sure I was just under drug influence that I felt that way.

The figure beside me shifted.

I shook my head, chasing the thoughts away, to the back of my mind. Right now, I'm safe. I'm back.

I took note of my surrounding once more, now registering all the details inside my room.

"I'm home." I whispered, then glancing to my side, where red eyes have been observing me quitly. He looked somewhat relieved. "Sei-kun."

"Welcome home, Tetsuya." He kissed my forhead, in which I leaned onto the touch, but pushed him away when another thought came to me.

He glared at me, but it lacked malice, even as I asked, "Where's Shou-kun?"

"He's at school now, father gave him the privelledge of attending our school and living on his own appartment. Only you can justify his case to make his current life permanent." That's good. So he's not that bad off from the incident. "Oh, and he's unsurprisingsly getting along with the Miracles." Miracles... with all the things going on, I wasn't surprised I forgot about the team.

"How are they anyway? The training camp? I couldn't have missed a lot in a week." I asked skeptically, then blinked at the uncharacteristic timidness he was suddenly showing. Sei-kun lowered his eyes, seeming to contemplate his answer.

He spoke up after a few minutes.

"Tetsuya, you've been gone for a month."


Dun dun.

I'm back for good now I swear! Thank you so much to those who stayed and put up with this book even though it had been lifeless for months(if there are any lol)

Seriously, I won't abandon this. I'll just struggle a bit but expect me to come back;)

So I have a question for ya'll. Can you tell me what's the difference between Tetsuya and Tetsuro that made them compliment each other?

That should be an easy one.^

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