Tsuki woke up when water was poured over him.
He gasped and tried to shake the liquid off of him but found that he was bound to a chair. He looked around to see where he was only to realize that they had taken his glasses and so everything was blurry. He guessed that was their way of making him not able to recognize them.
"Awake now, Tsuki-chan?" the voice from his apartment asked.
Tsuki looked to his left and saw three blurry figures. They were male and one appeared bald, but otherwise he couldn't see anything about them. "Who are you?" he asked with forced anger. He needed them to not think he was scared.
"Go ahead and cry," the speaker continued. "Maybe we can catch some of it on tape to send to Orihara. What do you think?"
"You know where Roppi-san is?" Tsuki asked excitedly. He knew these men weren't with the raven, pretty sure anyway, but if they could tell him where the raven was then he didn't care.
"Idiot thinks we know where Orihara is!" one of the sidekicks mocked him. "Why do you think we need you, little mouse?"
"Huh?"
"Why does he refer to Orihara like that anyway?" the other growled.
"That's his nickname for the bastard," the leader chuckled. "Hachimenroppi Orihara. Guess this twerp is closer to him than we thought."
"Why do you want Roppi-san?" Tsuki asked, again attempting to sound tough.
"The bastard owes us. I believe we've told you that already."
Tsuki's memory flashed back to when he first met Roppi. Two men had beaten him up and burned down his apartment after receiving their delivery. Now he realized that the men who had tackled him in his new apartment were the ones from before who had beaten him up.
"What do you want to do with him?"
One of the sidekicks laughed. "Listen to his voice quivering. You scared, little mouse?"
"Look at the fear in his eyes. Just makes you want to make him cry. Can I, Boss?"
"No."
"Aw, come on. We can film it and send Orihara the disc. Show him his precious mouse crying and bleeding on the floor."
"I know exactly what you want to do to him, but no one lays a finger on him but me."
There was a distant crash and they all got quiet.
"Go see what that was," the boss ordered them.
They ran off and all was quiet. Tsuki tried to see what was around him but his bad vision wouldn't allow anything to be recognizable objects. Everything blurred together and he quickly gave up.
"Would you like your glasses back, Tsukishima-kun?" the boss asked suddenly. Tsuki saw his form get closer and soon his glasses were back on his face. Tsuki blinked and looked at the man in charge. "I regret that they were cracked while we were collecting you. Hope you can see now, though."
Tsuki nodded. The man in front of him looked like any other guy. Dressed in a nice suit, no scars or tattoos to be seen, nothing.
"I'm sorry that I had my men jump you," he continued speaking. "We were trying to lure you to us earlier, but your friends intervened."
Tsuki remembered chasing after what he thought had been Roppi running away from him.
"You mean…" he began. "You mean that… wasn't Roppi-san?"
"I'm afraid not. You see—"
He was cut off as there was a crash in the back of the room and loud footsteps. Tsuki and the boss both looked towards the noise and saw a man appear.
"Satou!" Tsuki called in happiness.
"Inoue?" the boss laughed. "Long time no see. What brings you here this fine day?"
"Let him go, Miyamoto," Satou glared at the man. "He has nothing to do with Orihara."
The boss, apparently Miyamoto, said, "That's where you're wrong, Inoue. You see, this little mouse has been living with the elusive informant and is the one who is most likely to know where he is right now. And you know that very well, because you've been friends with this kid for some time. I even recall seeing you pick him up from Orihara's old residence."
Satou narrowed his eyes and raised the knife he was holding. "Let him go."
"I'd love to, if only you were able to tell me where Orihara is." Miyamoto smiled calmly at Satou and shrugged his shoulders as if there was nothing he could do.
"I didn't want to do this, Miyamoto," Satou began, "but—"
There was a loud crash and someone behind them cried out in pain. Tsuki looked and the others turned around to see the two henchmen from earlier drag in an unconscious body.
"Guy was outside and tried to run," the sidekick with red air explained. "We thought it best to get him just in case."
Satou stiffened and Tsuki had to stop himself from calling out. They were holding Martin.
Miyamoto sneered. "If I recall, this man's name is Martin Yoshida. Am I correct, Inoue?"
Satou forced his head away from them. "How would I know? Just release Tsukishima."
The sidekicks threw Martin onto the floor next to Miyamoto. "No, don't say that, Inoue. See, if I remember correctly, this was the man who convinced you to leave your friends. I personally think they let you go too easily. I would've cut off the all your fingers, not just your pinky."
Satou unconsciously gripped his right fist.
"And I think that anyone who would force a man away from those who love him is evil. And that would mean that I should just kill this man now."
"NO!" Tsuki cried out while Satou just looked away. Miyamoto raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't kill Martin! I'll tell you everything I know! Just don't hurt him!"
"See, Inoue," Miyamoto smiled. "That is how you get what you want."
Sorry it's so short, and sorry it took me a long time to write. Even now I'm not happy with it, so tell me what you think.
I'll try and write faster from now on. We're near the end which I've already half written out, just need to reach it.