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Sorry guys, mind if the language or if there are any errors. I have too many exams to worry about. I'll get back to you guys later and edit this chapter later if I feel like it.
WARNING!: This chapter contains non-explicit non-consensual, torture scenes.
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Find Me
During Armel's meeting.
"LEFT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN LEFT?!" the raven slammed his fist on the exquisite wooden table. His eyebrows furrowed, dissatisfied with the news.
"I'm sorry its not my fault boss," the queer manager defended as he legs trembled in fear. "They didn't like the designs and chorography choice that's all."
"DON'T LIKE?! Aude that bitch must be luring them away to her casino. Is it that really of a big deal without Carlita?!"
"Well yes. Even Frank's customers are heading over the border for entertainment. Aude's stealing them all."
"Shit. Fine. I'll bring her back. But her assistant's dead. Hmmmm," the raven placed his hand under his chin as he thought. "Who should I send that may be of use."
And that was when Shinobu came to his mind.
"I'll have Carlita and Shinobu sent here as soon as possible. You have two weeks to bring me back my customers or I'll have your head! Is that understood?"
"Y—yes boss."
Later that evening.
Shinobu was pushed into the back seat of a black SUV after Don forced him wear the clothes Armel had selected. The raven really had a taste for European designs.
"Oi stop! Where are you taking me?!"
No matter how much he tried to fight back, he knew he wouldn't succeed. His heart raced, no information had been given to him on where these people were taking him. He tried to open the car door to exit but it was set on child lock. Not long later a brunette female obediently entered the backseat as well. Shinobu thought he had seen this woman from somewhere before. Her face was battered swollen, lips busted, hair frizzy and skin covered in purple-black bruises. Her face barely unrecognizable through all the damage that had been done on her.
Shinobu stared at her in sympathetic curiosity. A tick behind his skull was telling him something. He dug deeply into his memory cortex before finally the ticking clicked. He remembered. This was the woman who had managed to escape. Yes, he gritted in triumph, an access to a viable source of knowledge to help them escaped from this dreadful place.
"Um do you know where we're going?" Shinobu asked the brunette in English.
She turned her head slowly to meet his gaze. "The Halyardir Casino." Her voice appeared weak and monotone like energy had been drained out from her life source. Luckily she understood what he said otherwise questioning her would be useless.
"Ca—ca—Casino?! Why are we going there for?!"
"You'll see."
Misaki's laid sprawled out on the wet bathroom floor, faintly sniffling with his eyes closed. Armel leaned against the bathroom wall with his legs spread out in a relaxed position. He smoked his cigarette, puffing out smoke while ruffling through Misaki's drenched hair. Smirking down, Armel decided to shape the brunette's hair into dog ears by pulling and pinching his strands, forming two spiked bundles.
"You know Misaki if I had Fuyuhiko's personal number, I would call him instead of your brother. But I guess that could wait. You still curious to why I hate the Usamis?"
No verbal response came from Misaki, but he did raise his head weakly like his neck was about to snap. Clearly he wanted a definite explanation to why he was being victimized by Armel. Having his life and self image torn apart was poisoning his internal white light. Eventually his world would be devoid of all happiness. It was already happening, he had no faith that his lover or brother would ever find him and if they did, would he be alive to witness his rescue?
Again cursing his pitiful tragic life, he wanted to descend freely from this world. Akihiko could easily move on with his charismatic appeal. His brother had a family, hence they could both erase him from their lives without too much loss to bear. His friends weren't even real, sure they had enjoyable times but to consider someone your "real" friend was difficult.
"Well you seem interested. I'll tell you a bedtime story my wonderful pet. Let us bond tonight for you and Shinobu are mine."
"Mmmnnn nooo…" Misaki whined.
"Come on Misaki. Lets get you warm, don't want you to catch a cold."
The raven pulled Misaki's body up before turning it around to pick him up bridal style. He felt too tired to resist, he needed warmth. Armel carried the brunette to his private quarters. He placed Misaki upright on the couch. Pained whimpers were heard when the raven made plopped the boy on the couch. Armel patted his head.
"Be a good boy while I light my fireplace."
Armel proceeded to lighting his chimney while Misaki squirmed in discomfort. Now with the fire burning, golden orange lights illuminated the room, creating an atmosphere of serene relaxation. Though despite how the room felt, having the presence of Armel nearby was like having a snowy blizzard brewing for eternity.
The raven picked up a nearby wool black robe on his lounge and wrapped it around Misaki. He then slumped down beside Misaki, their shoulders in close contact. His arm motioned around to Misaki's other shoulder, bringing him intimately closer to his neck. The brunette shut his eyes, praying that this undesirable embracing would end. With his other free hand, Armel caressed Misaki's cheeks back and forth.
"Let me tell you a tragic story Misaki…"
After forty minutes of driving through endless straight roads, and turning past through a few villages, they arrived at a mansion similar to Armel's. Another secluded sandstone rectangular shaped one too. The ride had been a silent one. What was he expected to say? Especially in front of Don, Armel's most loyal guard dog.
Once the car stopped they were escorted via the back door and downstairs to a basement room. On the way they were approached by gothic man in a purple fitted suit. He had a sassy demeanor to his body language. He shrilled in excitement upon seeing the two.
"Ahhh! Carlita my gorgeous your back. Oh my goodness girl, you look terrible. Oh I missed you so much!" The man hugged the woman with delighted grin on his face. Her posture remained stiff, impassive to the man. "Carlita! We have a lot of work to do. Armel is going to have my neck if we don't get the customers back. Oh is that your new assistant?" he turned to Shinobu.
Carlita nodded.
"Well hello little one. Your pretty young to be here. My name is Rom Guiardo. I'm the entertainment manager of this casino. What is your name by the way?"
Shinobu looked at him in confusion. He couldn't understand what the man was saying.
"Do you speak Italian little one?"
Another confused look was shot at the man.
"Italian?" he asked Shinobu. "English?"
Finally Shinobu nodded.
"Oh that's good, do you understand me now?"
"Yes," Shinobu replied in English.
"Yay, what's your name little one?"
"Shinobu."
"Well Shinobu my name is Rom Guiardo. I'm the entertainment manager once again."
"What am I here for?" the blond spoke sternly.
"Armel didn't tell you? Well your helping Carlita with our show designs relating to clothes that's all. But we got two weeks to save my neck. So I'm counting on you both. So lets go! Times ticking!" Rom grabbed onto both of their wrists and hurriedly guided them into a room.
Inside the room was filled with colorful garments and various colors of cloth materials stacked within the shelves. A large table was set in the middle and on the right hand side was a sewing machine.
"Well you two get cracking. We have a main event in two weeks. The theme is blue seas. Armel has re-invited those customers. If we lose them due to disinterest. I'm a dead man so please Carlita, Shinobu. Don't fail me. If you need anything such as refreshments let me know. So settle in I'll be right back with some coffee and sandwiches."
Rom left the room, some of Armel's guards remained stationed outside the door. Escaping was not an option here. Carlita moved to the drawers to remove a pencil and paper. She then begun to draw on a desk by the sewing machine. Shinobu was left perplexed on the sudden change of atmosphere. This morning he was imprisoned in a cell now he was stuck in a fashion designing basement with a woman. Unsure what to do, he quietly approached her.
"Umm, is there anything you need help with? Your name is Carlita right?" he asked softly.
The woman continued to draw without answering back. Looking down, Shinobu could see her designing a dress on a female figure. The room was quiet, only the sound of lead rubbing against the white paper was heard.
"Were you the one who managed to escape?"
Her drawing speed increased at the question but still no reply came from her.
"Me and my friend saw you, the time when Armel dragged you away. How did you manage to—."
"Look here kid! You're here to do your job. So do it. As my assistant keep your mouth shut and go away. I've had quite enough of my own problems to worry about than yours." Her scolded harshly.
Shinobu backed away slowly at the unexpected snappy response. He felt bad for bringing up a topic that seemed to have stressed her out. With nothing else to say, he withdrew from her side to explore the room. He curiously touched the colored sheets, the scarfs, wool balls and the clothed mannequins. Scissors and pins were accessible in front of him. They could even be used as weapons. An idea flicked into his head. Maybe he could hide a few of them in his pants or pockets. They might come in hand later in the future.
Not long after he had finished roaming around, Rom entered the room with a tray of triangular sliced chicken avocado sandwiches and hot coffee. "I got some food. Eat up. You need the energy." He placed the tray on the table. "Come Shinobu eat something," Rom called over.
Shinobu eyed the sandwiches as he headed over. He was craving for proper food. The palatable sight of fresh white chicken meat, green avocado and soft grainy bread had him salivating. Rom passed the plate to Shinobu.
"Here you go."
The blond immediately picked up the sandwich and bit into the soft crust. As he took another bite, Misaki came into his mind. His chewing motion slowed down after realizing Misaki's situation. Here he was snacking on sandwiches and hot coffee while Misaki was being tormented by Armel. A sense of guilt fluttered his stomach. Though at the same time he felt determined since Carlita, their only source of knowledge to escape was here. He has two weeks to retrieve that vital information off from her. And he'll make sure that woman will talk, whether she liked it or not.
The bed creaked violently as the bed shook with every thrust that was pounded into Misaki's body. Chains jingled along with his shuddering body. High pitch wails and weakened sobs filled the room once again. Armel continued what he had intended to finish this morning.
After revealing Misaki his past, a heated flashback was brought out and the raven had taken out his anger against him. Now with Misaki knowing the truth, he wished he had never met Usagi. He should off studied, maybe he wouldn't suffer this fate. It wasn't his fault, it was Fuyuhiko's. Now he had to be casted into the middle of this, worst of all he was innocent.
Armel moaned in aroused pleasure after climaxing. He finally concluded the day with success. Misaki had not fainted. But he was close to after losing so much blood. It had only been two days worth of torture and his body was already breaking down. How long was he going to survive for?
"Misaki. Oh Misaki. Are you asleep? Hm. You will need your energy tomorrow. Good night my little pet."
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( 8:42 PM Italy: 4:42 AM Japan)
Stray feral dogs scurried the empty streets of the cold night. Presence of human activity had been quiescent at this very late hour. Loose sheets of newspapers containing photos of the missing victims blew across the roads and into the side of the stagnant gutter.
Manami groggily patted for her husband but the only person she felt by her side was Mahiro. The toddler had his foot lethargically resting on her neck. No wonder she woke up gasping for air. Looking over to Takahiro's side of the bed, her husband was nowhere to be seen. Concerned about his well-being, she crept quietly as a mouse out of the bed and downstairs to check on him.
There was Takahiro and Akihiko, both asleep with their limbs spread apart in various angles on the couch. Takahiro laid with his face partially buried while Akihiko had one half of his leg hanging off from the edge of the couch. Manami sighed in worriment after seeing the empty bottles of whiskey, beer cans and vodka shots on the coffee table and floor. Whatever happened that night must have been serious for them to drink this much.
Worried that the two might contract an airborne flu from the cold, Manami went in search for warm blankets and pillows. Now where would they be? It took the woman ten minutes just to find them after discovering rooms filled with Akihiko's toy collection or living organisms (Moss balls and Eels). She wondered how Misaki was able to live with this man.
Returning back with the items, she adjusted the men into a proper resting position. She propped the pillow under their heads and then placed the thin blankets over their bodies. Manami pecked her husband's forehead with her lips. She then decided to clean up their mess for a bit before heading back to bed.
Several hours later, it was officially 9 am and the two were still asleep under the influence of alcohol. Manami was already awake with her son but they were in the bathroom upstairs. Mahiro was receiving his usually morning hygiene cleanse consisting of a bubble bath.
Knocks were heard at the front door but no one answered for the two men were in deep sleep and Manami was upstairs. A buzz noise rung through the intercom. Still no one replied or opened the door for the guests.
"Do you think they're still in bed?" Fuyuhiko asked his elder son.
"Hm. He is a lazy author. I'll give him call. Darn idiot should know that we already told him we were coming."
While Haruhiko called Akihiko's cellphone, the group outside the front door waited patiently. Tadao didn't get that much rest last night after delegating orders to his men and maintaining security protocols. Adding Akihiko's security to the list added another responsibility for him. But he didn't mind, he missed the detective work he once did but then decided to work for the Usamis after his partner in crime was killed. The black haired guard took a sip out of his morning cappuccino.
"Come on Akihiko pick up."
Inside the apartment, Akihiko's cellphone rung in his trouser pocket, which he forgot to remove. He groaned and turned his body sideways, crushing and muffling the ringing tone.
Haruhiko called again.
Still no answered.
Fuyuhiko became anxious when Akihiko didn't pick up or reply. Vivid images of his son murdered in his own home by underlings flocked his mind. And that was when he panicked.
"Tadao, get your men ready to knock down the door if no one answers. I'm worried that something might of happened to them."
"Yes sir."
"Don't be so drastic with your decisions. I'm calling his home phone." Haruhiko said.
The home phone rung. The two men groaned in their sleep. Eventually Akihiko rolled off from the couch by accident.
"Ompff!"
His conscious was fuzzy as he awoke. A massive heavy headache radiated around his temple when he moved slowly upright. The phone ringing him during this early hour started to piss him off. Grouching under his breath he unsteadily rose from his spot, his eyes narrowed in annoyance.
The ringing ceased before he could even pick it up. Who would call him during this time?
Aikawa? Isaka? Takahiro? No Takahiro was here.
Having a hangover really sure affected his thinking. Trying to recall what he was informed last night, Akihiko suddenly remembered. His family and the Usami bodyguards were coming. He quickly patted his pockets and took out his cell phone. And there it was miss calls from Haruhiko. Are they outside his apartment right now?
"No one is picking up," Haruhiko said.
"Tadao you know what to do," Fuyuhiko ordered.
"Are you sure sir?"
"Do it. We need to know if they're safe. Especially Akihiko."
"Okay. Cheng and Asuka you two are up."
"Yes sir," they both responded at the same time.
The two loyal bodyguards chosen by Tadao and approved by Fuyuhiko stood in front of the door. They raised their legs, ready to karate kick down the door. These guards were highly trained professionals in the field of martial arts and firearms.
As they were about to assault down the door, a zombie Akihiko opened the door, his bloodshot violet eyes widened. The guards froze with their legs bent mid air. Everyone standing outside was just as shocked as Akihiko. The guards lowered their legs and bowed to their superior before standing aside.
"What the hell is going on?" Akihiko grumbled.
"Akihiko. Your alive. Thank goodness," the old man sighed in relief.
"About time you answer moron. I called you multiple times."
Haruhiko and his father approached closer to Akihiko. "We're here with the guards assigned to you. They—. You have been drinking haven't you? You reek of alcohol," Haruhiko noticed.
"Akihiko, you know drinking is a bad for your health," his father said.
"I don't need your concern. Both of you. Just come in already. I have a massive migraine."
"And whose fault was that."
Akihiko shot a glare at his brother.
"Enough both of you. We have other problems to worry about."
Their father was right. Fighting each other wouldn't solve anything. Everybody entered the apartment. The guards carried in their large black suitcases containing the security items needed.
"Tadao will have his men set up the security measures in your home while me, father and Tadao head off to work.
"I'm surprised your still standing Akihiko." Fuyuhiko noticed the amount of alcoholic bottles on the short legged table. "And is that Misaki's older brother sleeping over there?"
Akihiko grunted a yes. Takahiro laid limp on the couch unaware of the activity happening around him. Tadao approached Akihiko.
"Akihiko sir. I'd like you to meet your new bodyguards; Cheng and Asuka." Tadao indicated his arms to the two bodyguards. They bowed once more again and introduced themselves. All Usami guards looked the same. They would all wear black suits and shades since it was mandatory. Akihiko acknowledge the two, before allowing them to set up the installations.
"Well we'll be heading off the work now. Akihiko we may see you again tonight. Depends if Tadao is able to receive any information from his contacts in the bureau," his father said.
"Is your contact searching for Armel's records?"
"Yes sir. All records and background checks shouldn't take that long. But to get hold of his current location can be hard, if he lives overseas. If I can find anything interesting I'll inform you straight away," Tadao replied.
"Thank you."
With that all sorted out, everybody headed off to their duties. The apartment had cameras inserted into the corners of each room. While Takahiro slept through the installations, Akihiko was briefed by Asuka on the new security protocols. Emergency buttons and phone apps were also given incase they needed to contact them straight away.
After that, their job was simple.
To guard the front door. Though they'll have occasional swap between shifts and breaks as well.
Few hours later Takahiro had woken up to find that Akihiko had already left the apartment to visit the university. Manami was in the kitchen preparing a late lunch for her husband while Mahiro indulged himself in bear haven. Takahiro was surprised to find guards stationed outside the apartment. He decided to take a few days off from work to relieve some stress from his head.
(A.N/This area has a cut scene where Akihiko asks Hiroki about Armel. – Too long to write in chapter)
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(12:46 PM Italy: 7:46PM Japan)
Shinobu awoke suddenly when the guard opened the car door and growled belligerently at him. He had been at the casino basement all night. Most of the time he had just helped Carlita cut out ribbons from blue silk sheets. Though there were times he would snooze off to sleep. He had hopelessly failed to interrogate her, thus he'll have to try again later tonight.
Don escorted Shinobu and Carlita back to their cells. To his surprise, Carlita was only opposite to theirs. Once Carlita was locked in her cell, Shinobu was next. He felt nervous when the guard was unlocking the door. He prayed that Misaki remained unharmed. He didn't want to witness another gruesome bloodied body. He gaped his mouth wide open when he stepped inside.
"Misaki?! Where are you?!" he shouted while searching desperately for his friend.
Duct tape bounded Misaki's wrists together behind his back. Armel had made him sit in one of his favorite red leather armchair. His green eyes watered, dripping down slowly against his pale cheeks, for this was the moment he would be tortured greatly. But now it was his brother's turn. He didn't know what Armel had in plan for him or what tortures were waiting for him. Never before had he felt so terrified beyond words. His heart raced, pumping blood out through his body rapidly while bumping hard against his ribcage. He wished he would faint on the spot. That would save him from the need to experience the trauma.
Last night he had been held against his will again. More scars have been carved into him both mentally and physically. Armel cupped his chin lightly and smirked.
"Excited Misaki?"
"Master I'm sorry what happened to you. B—but please I'm innocent," the brunette cried for mercy.
"Misaki. No matter how many times I'll say this. The Usamis adore you. If I see the hurt in them that's all that matters. So let me tell you what I'm planning to do. Do you still remember what I studied when I was your age? I told you last night."
"Pys—ychologyy?" he whimpered out softly.
"Good you have been listening. Now you see the word that had me fascinated during my studies was, depersonalization. You know what that means?" Armel's face turned stern with the hint of sinister purpose behind it. He lowered his hand before sauntering around Misaki while smoking.
Misaki's whimpers transitioned into frightened sobs. "Nooo." He was scared of the definition that was about to be explained to him.
"Depersonalization is when a person does not feel like themselves. They feel numb. They feel disconnected from the real world. This happens when they suffer from post traumatic stress related to abuse or assault or whatever. Other causes are drugs. You see Misaki, my aim right now is to induce as much suffering as possible. That way I can degrade your life to nothing but pain. You won't feel like Misaki. You'll only hear me. You will only know me and you will definitely only. See. Me."
Misaki broke into uncontrollable sobs. Armel was a beast. How could he do this to a human who has feelings? Especially to depersonalize a young man who was just getting his life started. Misaki wanted his life to end right now. He didn't care just as long as Armel couldn't get his iniquitous ways.
Armel inhaled another puff of smoke. "Further more I'll drive you into a manic stage, where your mind will lose control of your normal behavior. Slowly your mind will be degraded into a primitive state. That Misaki is what I intend to do. But I want to induce psychosis into you as well. Which takes time, though drugs do play a key role. Therefore Misaki, I ordered a special batch of a Benzodiazepine just for you. Similar to valium, but this one has had chemical structural modifications done to it. This drug will react directly act on your nerve receptors resulting in a chemical imbalance. You will take these drugs every night, permanently for the rest of your life. Unless you die early of course. Now with that said. Lets call Niichan!"
Carrying the platter carefully to the table, Manami distributed the mugs to Takahiro, Akihiko, Tadao and Fuyuhiko. She then left the lounge room to let the men privately converse.
The dinner table was full of papers containing the records of the evicted victims. A short-list was still currently being developed but Armel had been added to the list along with a few other residents that have threatened Fuyuhiko. The four men surrounded the table and would occasionally sip their tea as they examined the records.
Takahiro would often shoot glaring daggers at Fuyuhiko. He knew what motive the enemy had. To use Misaki as a tormenting item to get back at the Usami Corporations. When Fuyuhiko first entered the apartment, Takahiro was close to strangling the old man in front of everyone. But Akihiko held him back as he tirade the old man with strong verbal insults.
A large white board was placed near the table. Tadao begun to write Armel's name along with a few other residents down on the board. He then asterisked Armel's name with a red marker based on the evidence gathered so far. Akihiko's conversation with Hiroki had been informative on the psychological behavior of Armel. The raven apparently was intelligent and often enjoyed playing board games. Though the most intriguing part was when Hiroki informed Akihiko of the bathroom encounter with Armel that day he unexpectedly swore at the teacher. This was indeed more convincing for a choice of suspect.
"Akihiko, everyone while I gathered these records I managed to get in contact with my friend in the bureau faster than I thought. I think you may find this rather interesting."
The black haired man settled his laptop on the table. Opening the email that was sent to him through a contact, he begun to illiterate the information gathered about their suspect.
"This email contains background checks and everything about your suspect."
He turned the laptop around for the four to view. A background record containing his date of birth, ID and where he lived in Japan was shown. Tadao then scrolled to a newspaper article. Everybody was shocked after reading the headlines.
'Mental woman suicides after losing home'
"The boy's mother killed herself after she fell into depression. The woman was diagnosed with a low grade bipolar, however under stressful conditions she took her life. The boy was then placed in an orphanage. He not only lost his home but also his mother. So there you go. Tragic. A perfect suspect."
"So who adopted the kid? Did his record tell us who the father was?" Akihiko questioned.
"That's the interesting question that got my attention." Tadao scrolled back up to Armel's record. "There is no record of the father and no record on who adopted the kid. And if the kid were to run away, there would be a reference to his disappearance."
"Does the orphanage keep records on who adopted the kid?" Haruhiko asked.
"They should but those records are separate from government records."
"Do you know the orphanage?" Akihiko asked.
"Yes it says here, he was sent to Kuwawa Orphanage."
"That orphanage is only a few minutes drive from here. Do you think you can get your hands on those records?"
"I can try depends on the day I'm available. I have many tasks that I need to balance out with your father as well. Let me check my timetable."
"Me and Akihiko could go," Takahiro suggested.
"They won't just hand over private information to anyone," Haruhiko stated.
"Your brother's right. Although what you need is bribery. I'm sure as a high selling author, you should have no problem in convincing those nannies," Fuyuhiko advised.
"Well we see how it goes tomorrow," Akihiko said as he sipped his tea. "If they don't, we could always sneak in."
"And bring dishonor to your family if you get caught," Fuyuhiko grumbled.
"Or you could just hire someone to steal it," Haruhiko suggested.
"Maybe but it would be good to also question the workers there as well. Since it was such a long time ago, those files may not even be there," Tadao said.
"Leave it to me and Takahiro. Manami and Mahiro should be safe with the guards here."
"I don't want you two to go alone. I'm worried that the enemy may still be watching us."
"It will be broad daylight. You worry too much old man."
"So it's decided then? Tomorrow you two go to the orphanage. I'll take Fuyuhiko to work."
Everyone nodded their heads while Fuyuhiko grunted, indicating a dissatisfied agreement.
"Okay now with that sorted. I have an electronic copy of the records I can do in my spare time but it would be nice if you could also help me go through these records and death threats and match them. That would be great."
"I wouldn't mind it. Just as long as I can find out who did this to Misaki," Akihiko said.
As the others continued their conversation on short-listing, Takahiro's phone rung, disturbing the meeting.
"Wait ! Is it a private number?!" Akihiko rushed to Takahiro.
"I don't know. Let me check."
Takahiro removed the phone from his pocket and flipped up the cover. "Akihiko! The call is private!" he panicked as he showed the private caller ID to Akihiko.
"Fuck!"
"What do I do?!"
"Put it on loudspeaker. Let me talk to him. Tadao get your tracking program now! Father your reasoning with this man as well!"
"Yes sir!" Tadao rushed to gather his equipment. Haruhiko assisted him.
Fuyuhiko felt his heart drop. Surely he wanted to protect his sons but last night was the heat of the moment. How was he going to face his enemy? He didn't want to give the enemy a weak impression of himself.
Takahiro's hand trembled as he held the phone. Akihiko told him everything about what happened last night. Worst of all, the enemy possessed his personal information. He feared on what he might hear on the other side. Finally he answered the phone on loudspeaker mode.
"Hello?"
["Konichuwa! How are you doing Nii-Charrrnnn? Want to say hello to Misaki?"]
"Quick the phone," Tadao whispered to Takahiro.
The phone was connected to the laptop as usually, with the small one on the side again. The phone was then placed on the table.
"Oi you little shit. Don't you dare think your getting away with this!"
["Ah Akihiko. Interesting. Your with your brother-in-law I see. Very interesting."]
"Give me back my little brother you bastard!"
["Nii-chan! Help me!"]
"Misaki? Its me what happening over there? What's that man going to do to you? Oh Misaki I missed you so much."
["Nii-chan…Usagi…I love you."]
"Misaki I love you too. I'm sorry I didn't take care of you properly. I'm sorry," Takahiro cried.
["Niichan, Usagi please hang up. Leave me and move on. I'm sorry for causing you trouble. Please leave me!"]
"No Misaki! We are not going to abandon you. We are going to find you. Just hang in there," Akihiko assured.
Misaki could be heard crying at the other side. Akihiko took the phone closer to his face from the table. If he was going to find the suspect why not short-list now.
"Listen hear you worthless coward. I want to guess your real identity. And if I do, promise you won't hurt him again."
["Pfft promises are for pussies. What are you? Thirteen? Come on. I'm a super badass villain here. Besides I defiled him again last night. Jealous?"]
Akihiko grinded his teeth while at the same time clenching his fists. One day Akihiko will have his revenge for what he did to Misaki, and it won't be pleasant. Takahiro froze, eyes wide open after hearing that his little brother was violated again. Never in a million years would he think Misaki would unfortunately fall prey into the hands of a predator.
["But do have a guess Akihiko. Lets see how inquisitive you are with all the evidence I've given you so far."]
Misaki on the other side wanted to scream out his captors name but fear kept him silent for the moment.
Everybody glanced at each other before nodding to agree with their choice of suspect. A long pause awaited while nervous anticipation had them hoping that this was their guy.
"…Armel Yamano."
The raven froze. How did they know? A smile of hope lifted on Misaki's face. Usagi knows who has him. Will he be saved? A small spark of hope was reignited in his heart. His lover managed to predict his captor. Armel paused for awhile to think before answering.
["What makes you think I am Armel?"]
"Because the only obvious fucker who resents my father is you."
["…you have guessed corrected. Well done detective."]
Everybody's eyes lit in shocking surprise. They found the identity of the man responsible for harming Misaki. Now it was up to locating where the guy was. A cold sweat dripped from Fuyuhiko's forehead while a sense of extreme guilt rushed into him. This Armel kid was carrying out his revenge, all because of him. If only he could turn back in time to prevent this from happening.
"It's Armel! It's Armel Usagiii! We're in Ita— ack."
"Shut up you pathetic dog!" Armel had slapped Misaki across the face for his unapproved outburst. "Open your mouth again and I'll punish you dearly!"
Back at the apartment. Akihiko and Takahiro jerked at the hard slap that could be heard through the phone.
"ARMEL!" Akihiko roared. "Lay another hand on him and I'll kill you! I heard what Misaki said. Your in Italy. Don't think just because your over there doesn't me—."
[*smack "Ahh, enghhrnn."]
An unexpected slap was heard followed by Misaki's sobbing whines.
["What was that? Come again Akihiko. I couldn't hear you."]
"You ungrateful piece of shit. LISTEN HE—!"
[*smack "Arghnnnnnn."]
"Stop hitting my brother you sadistic beast!"
[*smack *smack *smack]
"STOP HITTING HIM!" Akihiko and Takahiro shouted simultaneously.
Meanwhile Misaki was getting beaten, Tadao tried his hardest to access the hidden signal like before. Haruhiko could only sympathetically watch and listen. It did pain him to hear Misaki suffer, especially when he still had some feelings for him. Fuyuhiko's gut wrenched with every slap. Should he intervene? If so, would that stop him from hurting Misaki?
Red and purple shades was seen on his pale face where Armel had physically abused him. Misaki panted for air, almost resembling to a fish stranded on land. His head laid resting on the arm chair, dizzy from the attack. Red fluid oozed from the corners of his lips as well as his nostrils. These slaps weren't weak, they were powerful, similar to a punch but more blunt with a larger palm span. Satisfied by the assault, it was back to the conversation.
["Wow he bleeds easily. Hehehe. He's bleeding Akihiko.…Akihiko?"]
"Armel…I will find you. And if I do. You'll be sorry," Akihiko gritted coldly with vengeful determination.
["Well do come visit me. Anytime Akihiko. So I could hack off your head myself and send it to your father. Speaking of him, is he here with you now?"]
"I am here!" Fuyuhiko growled. "You dare threaten my son again and use someone innocent to carry out your revenge. How low can you get?!"
["Usamis. You're here all of you? Excellent. I'm excited! Wouldn't expect Takahiro to have such great companions. And by the way Fuyuhiko, you and I aren't so different. We both hurt and ruin other people's lives to get what we want. Isn't that right?"]
"Usagi-chichi?" Misaki mumbled weakly under his breath when he heard Fuyuhiko's voice.
Fuyuhiko sighed deeply. "Armel I'm sorry about your home and your mother. That was in the past. I was greedy, selfish and heartless back then, but please leave Misaki out of this. He doesn't need to brought into something that is between you and me. So please tell me what you want. If its your land. I'm sorry I can't do much since the shopping complex is sitting on top of it. But I can compensate for the loss and pay for the damages I have caused you."
["You don't get it do you. Money can't bring people back from the dead nor can it bury the past. You know how much you've torn my life?! I was left in an orphanage, belonging to no one! I don't need your money! I've got my own. And with Misaki's case. I can do whatever I want to him. He was sold to me. Me! I own him! So you can shove your money back down your goddamn throat. I'll have your head once I'm ready! You just wait!"]
"Armel! You do not own Misaki! And do you honestly think you can stand against the Usami. I don't know where you got your money from. But it sure does sound like you've been in some sort of gang to obtain that much. Japan is our territory so back off!" the old man chided.
["Well Italy is mine! So back off Usami!"]
"You back away especially with your annoying pathetic underlings!"
["You back away with your attempted hacking into my signal!"]
"You're a fucking coward!" Akihiko shouted.
"Why are you hiding behind a private line if you think your so powerful?! Your scared of the Usamis aren't you?!" Takahiro argued.
"Valid point Takahiro," Akihiko agreed.
"And why are you scared of revealing your location?" Haruhiko joined.
["Because it will ruin the fun shitheads! I'm more powerful than you think. Look here if you managed to figure out my identity why don't you investigate further! Let me give you clue. Find out the identity of my father and everything will be clear to you. So run along you detective dogs."]
"Why are you hiding your face as well?! Are you scared that we might find you? You weak piece of shit!" Akihiko scoffed.
["Don't anger him Usargiii!"] Misaki cried out croakily in the background.
"Misaki?!" Akihiko was astonished to hear that Misaki was still conscious.
["Woops Misaki your awake. Did you hear that Akihiko. Don't anger me because I'll take it out on him. And he knows it. You want to see my face. I'll let you people see it then. In approximately thirty minutes from now, there will be a video call directed to your laptop using your email Akihiko. See you then. I'm sure you all will be eager to see Misaki. You better be online or you'll miss your chance to see him. Thirty minutes and I mean it."]
The phone line ended.
"Noooo," Tadao howled. "I almost had the signal. Damn!"
Everybody stood in disquieted silence, slowly taking in what just happened.
"Well, now we know who the culprit is. No need for these short-lists." Haruhiko broke the emotional silence, hoping to shed some light in this dark time.
"Tadao can you track an online video call?" Fuyuhiko asked.
Tadao sighed deeply. "I'll try my hardest but video calls are difficult to crack. Compared to a phone call, where the connection uses satellite signals, the internet uses an open web. It's hard to explain but with the internet, the other party can hide behind the deep dark web. We are vulnerable to heavy cyber attacks and implantation of viruses. So best to use a sacrificial laptop so they won't have access to your private information. Luckily I brought a spare one."
"Get it started as soon as possible Tadao," Akihiko ordered. A raging flame was brewing within him, waiting to explode if provoke out of its confinement.
"Yes sir."
Over at Armels's mansion.
"Great news Misaki. Your going to see your loved ones."
Armel grinned malevolently when he snap shut his modified cell phone. Misaki's lowered his head as he wept. He knew what the raven's objective was, it was obvious to predict. It was torture of course. He may not know what type, but he knew the psychopath was going to harm him while his loved ones watched grievously. His time for tribulation awaits.
"Follow me Misaki."
Armel grabbed his upper arm and pulled him up. Misaki tugged in defiance but the raven growled menacingly at him. Eventually the brunette was dragged by force back down to his cell. Shinobu instantly shot up from where he laid on the mattress.
"Misaki!"
The blond rushed to Misaki's side after Armel pushed him back into the cell and onto the concrete floor.
"I'll be back. Behave my pets."
Armel left. Shinubo help support Misaki's body up.
"Misaki are you okay? What did Armel do to you this time? Let me remove this tape for you." Shinobu proceeded to tear and unbound the tape from around Misaki's wrists.
"Shinobu," Misaki rasped out quietly.
"Yes? Hang on almost done Misaki. Yup there you go." Misaki was free from his binds. The brunette tiredly rested his body against Shinobu's chest. His fists gripped tightly onto the blond's white sleeves, desperate for solace. Shinobu wrapped his arms around the trembling brunette. He noticed Misaki's face was severely bruised and swollen to one side, his wrists darkened more than the previous day. A sympathetic tear escaped from his grey eyes. Misaki's condition was deteriorating dramatically.
"Shinobu. He's going to hurt me again. He's going to…hurt…me. I'm scared," he cried softly in Shinobu's arms. "I'm really scared."
"Misaki. I'll try my hardest to protect you, I promise. Even if I don't succeed I'll always be here by your side. Your not alone, we're in this together. Remember I won't leave you behind. Its okay to cry Misaki. I'm here." Shinobu gently held his friend, rocking his body back and forth, slowly soothing his nerves down.
"Shhhh Misaki breathe. I've got some good news. Do you remember the girl who managed to escape but got caught?" Misaki nodded, his hair rustled against Shinobu's neck. "Well yesterday when they took me I was assigned as her assistant for fashion designing. I'm going to take this chance to obtain the information we need from her. Misaki we're going to escape and I mean it." Shinobu placed his hands on Misaki's cheeks, positioning his head to face his grey eyes. "Misaki I'm going to get us out of here. We will escape from this hellish nightmare. I promise," he spoke with courage.
A tear fell from his emerald orbs. Shinobu's words were like a light of hope in the empty darkness. Like a dying heart resuscitated to life, Misaki could see the smiles of his family; Takahiro, Mahiro. He could see vivid images of Akihiko's childlike behavior with Suzuki, Aikawa's berating, Haruhiko's gifts, Sumi, Todo, angry Kamijou-sensei. The simplest things in life. Never so much had he missed the normalcy. His lip curved into a partial smile at the imaginable feeling of freedom.
Shinobu's eyes started to water as well. They needed each other's company to fight on. "Oh Misaki," he cried and embraced the brunette. Misaki also hugged his friend back. Together they cried in each others arm.
"No matter what happens Misaki. Stay strong because we're not staying in this place forever. Once we're far away, we'll call the Usami's and he'll come and rescue us."
[~¥~]
Laptops have been set up. One for the webcam conversation, one for hacking and one for recording. Tadao had one of the most stressful job; to locate Misaki while undergoing a cyberwarfare with the other party at the same time. A stash of pocky snacks and peach ice tea laid by his side. These snacks were his vital source of energy. Takahiro had warned his wife to remain in the room with her son since the content they were about to see could be graphical and disturbing. Indeed with Armel, it would have to be bloody. Akihiko paced around the room, anxious and nervous at the same time to see Misaki and face his enemy. He would frequently check his watch, counting down each minute that passed. His mood visibly agitated with impatience. Fuyuhiko and Haruhiko lightly conversed about their work schedule for tomorrow while they waited. Everybody was distressed. What did their culprit look like? They knew his goal was to seek revenge against the Usamis. But what was he going to do in front of the webcam?
Armel whistled out his haunting tune as he set up the tripod stand with the high definition camera on top. The device was linked to a laptop that was placed on top of a plastic portable table. Don helped carry in the items and assisted his boss with the setup. Shinobu and Misaki huddled together in the corner of their cell, both were extremely frightened. The video chat was going to be conducted in this very room.
The raven was dressed in a black high collar leather jacket that draped past his knees. His fitted custom boots were also black and he even wore black shiny gloves. Everything he wore was black, almost resembling a vampiric gothic like fashion. It did suit him quite well, black just like his soul. His raven shaded hair was slick back with a couple locks hanging off on the front of his face. Any woman who saw this handsome man would faint over the sight of the superficial beauty. Never would they ever know that Armel was merely a twisted evil demon living within the skin of a human being.
Armel glanced at the time on the computer screen that was in the corner of the room by the door. Five more minutes left till they'll video call Akihiko. Don stood by this laptop. His job was maintain control in case the two got out of control. The camera was positioned by the door so that it had a full view of the room. A black bag containing unknown items was placed in the corner by Don's foot. Dulio had been ordered to remain in the secured computer room. A fresh supply of hot chocolate and cookies had been sent to him, ready for consumption when needed. It was one versus one war with Tadao.
"Hey Misaki! You excited? I am."
Misaki shook his head and curled himself further into Shinobu's chest. The blond shot a glare of hatred to his master. The raven only smirked back. He needed to punish his dirty blond kitten. So why not now. He loved it when they crawled into each others arm for desiring comfort and security. It was an adorable sight that Armel wanted to destroy.
"This is lovely isn't it? My naughty puppy and ferocious kitten." Armel kneeled down by the two. He raised his hand, ready to caress Misaki's cheeks but paused when the two hurriedly shuffled further into the corner. "Come here both of you," he toyed.
"Don't touch us!" Shinobu hissed.
"Oh and the kitten claws back. Ouch. I'll sure teach you both a lesson of obedience. Oh by the way Shinobu how was your first shift with Carlita. Did you know she used to be my favorite before she left me. She was lets just say—."
"Boss its time," Don informed.
"Start the call. Well our conversation will have to resume later Shinobu." Armel rose back up before moving to the center of the room. He adjusted his jacket and brushed up any imperfections.
This was it. Don swiveled the laptop around for everyone in front of the camera to see.
"Call incoming!" Tadao shouted out.
Akihiko and the others scrambled to the computer. Only Akihiko would be in the view, the others stood to the side but could still see. Their hearts raced upon seeing the incoming call.
"Now Akihiko remember. Our goal is to try to get a location. Do not encourage the enemy. That's what he wants. To get back at you. Remember show no weakness to him," Tadao instructed.
"Got it."
Akihiko answered. A screen popped up displaying Armel in the middle of the room smirking. He noticed Misaki with a blond male whom reminded him of someone he once saw before. Nonetheless being able to see Misaki was all that mattered to Akihiko.
"Misaki!" Akihiko cried frantically. His heart fell into relief after seeing that his lover was still alive. But anger soon took over when he saw how battered and skinny Misaki was. Even worse the boy was left humiliated, naked, with no clothes.
"Misaki," Takahiro muttered lightly under his voice. His little brother, he could finally see him. A hard lump was felt when he dryly swallowed. His eyes started to water lightly after seeing Misaki's dreadful condition.
"Usagii!" Misaki cried. He could finally see his older lover on the laptop screen. Oh how he missed him so much.
"Misaki! Is that the first thing you recognize when you go on a video chat with your enemy," Armel complained.
Everybody now shifted their attention to the raven. Akihiko had a stern look to his face as he eyed his enemy in black. He immediately recognized those intimidating sky blue eyes. The boy he remembered when he was little had now grown up a lot. The once little shy boy, now a sadistic madman.
"So where are the others Akihiko? Are they looking? Especially Fuyuhiko?"
"Leave them out its just me."
"So acting bold now are we? Well since we're all here, lets play game, now that I have your attention. But the players are Misaki and Shinobu. The game I'll be playing is called Whip the Guinea Pig. It's a stupid title I know. I made it up. You are to choose which boy remains conscious for the longest. If you win Misaki will be unharmed for three days. If you lose, I'll have nails hammered into his feet. Sounds fun? Now choose who will survive the longest."
Misaki and Shinobu curled and cuddled each other tighter. What sort of twisted cruel game was this? It was inhumane.
Akihiko eyes lit in unbelievable terror. He slammed his fist on the table. "What sort of barbaric game is this?! Are you that sick?! I choose none! They're innocent!"
"If you won't choose. I will. Any second thoughts? We're talking about nails Akihiko. Big long ones hammered straight into his flesh."
"F—Fine I choose the blond one. I'm sorry Misaki. I love you." Akihiko sighed deeply, obviously he appeared more healthier than Misaki. He would survive longer. He felt guilty for not having faith in Misaki and his ability to withstand the game.
"Wise choice. Don pass me the whip," he spoke in Italian.
"Yes boss."
Don unzipped the black bag from the corner. The pair squirmed and whimpered. "Shh you two," Armel warned.
Akihiko clenched his fists. He wanted to punch that man in the face right now. Takahiro's throat felt dry as he tried to hold back the river of tears. Tadao was still waring with Dulio in cyber battles. Code vs code. Keyboard vs keyboard. One attacking, one defending.
Finally Don removed the whip and passed it to Armel. Everybody in the other side including the pair jerked at the sight of the horrifying metal whip. Like literally the whip was made from sections of weaved steel. The pair broke into tears immediately after seeing the deadly weapon.
"WHAT SORT OF CRUEL TORTURE IS THIS?! A FUCKING METAL WHIP?! STOP THIS BRUTALITY!" Akihiko vociferated on the top of his lungs.
"STOP DON'T HURT THEM PLEASE! DON'T USE THAT ON THEM!" Takahiro begged out loudly.
"What its just a whip," the raven shrugged innocently. "I got some metal shears in the bag if you want me to use that instead. Let me replace it."
"NOOOO!" everyone including the boys screamed out together.
The raven grinned cheekily at the response. "So do you prefer the whip or shears? I got some acid vial sprays in there also."
"NONE!" they shouted.
"Fine we stick to the whip. Lets get this game started." Armel turned to the pair. "Here are the rules you have ten seconds to run for your lives and dodge. After that I whip. If your in range you will get hit. Ten second intervals. Starting now! Ten, nine…"
Everybody's eyes lit, including the pair. Shinobu help lifted Misaki up. "Come on Misaki! Run!"
"Eight, seven…"
"RUN MISAKI RUN!" Akihiko and Takahiro frantically screamed. "Hurry Tadao and get their location!" Takahiro hyperventilated.
"I'm trying! Its hard when you're a laptop versing a super computer."
Misaki and Shinobu ran sideways, back and forth, but the whip followed them wherever they went. Armel remained in the center of the room but only turned his body. Petrified screams and cries for help were heard as they ran. Misaki moved slower due to his wounds and lack of energy.
"Two. One. Whip!"
He lashed the whip at the pair but Shinobu pushed Misaki away and dodge backwards. The whip had missed them by a couple of inches.
"Nice dodge you two. Again! This is fun. Ten. Nine…"
Everyone in Japan sighed in relief at the first whip but another coming. They tightened their fists, heart pounded as they watch the boys run for their lives.
Shinobu regrouped with Misaki, helping and guiding him to safety. Their faces showing immense visible fear. "Two. One and whip!"
"ARGHHH!" Shinobu yelped as the whip striked his arm when he pushed Misaki away. The blond held his wounded bloody right arm, tears flowed down rapidly down as he cried in excruciating pain.
"Oh that's got to sting my kitten. Ten. Nine…"
"Shinobu!" Misaki cried.
This time the whip directed to Misaki. The brunette jumped and screeched. He retreated to a corner.
"MISAKI RUN!" everybody screamed including Haruhiko and his father. Things were getting extremely intense. Takahiro was now breaking down into tears as he watched his brother being trapped in the room like a rat. Akihiko's violet eyes also started to water.
Misaki turned to glance at Shinobu before looking back at his lover who now wore a worried expression. He shook his head and turned his back, revealing his old whipped wounds.
"MISAKI! WHY AREN'T YOU RUNNING?!" Akihiko shook the table. What was Misaki thinking?!
Even if he did. They would eventually grow tired. He didn't want get nails hammered into his foot. Akihiko choosing Shinobu was a wise choice. Misaki didn't want to take the whip but he had no choice. Shinobu had contact with Carlita, their only way out. How was Akihiko going to rescue them from a mafia if they didn't escape first. Besides he probably would faint after a couple of hits since he was already feeling dizzy from running. So he held his breath and braced for impact. He could hear them screaming out his name over and over. He had no choice but to break their hearts for now.
"Two. One and whip!"
"ARGHHHNNN!" Misaki shrilled in wretched pain. The metal whip lashed diagonally on his back, reopening some of his old lacerated wounds. He jerked his head back, mouth opened wide as he screamed out. Armel chucked at the horrific sight.
"MISAKIII! STOP THIS ARMEL, PLEASE!"
This time tears escaped from Akihiko's violet eyes. He gritted and clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles cracked. Everyone was horrified by the brutal treatment of the victims. Haruhiko couldn't take this anymore, all the suffering. He decided to gaze outside the window instead. Takahiro kept wiping his tears but they just kept on coming down like an overflowing river. Fuyuhiko's heart sank deeply. This was all his fault. Misaki shouldn't suffer terribly like this. No one should.
"Ten. Nine…"
"STOPPP!" Shinobu screeched before jumping ferociously onto the raven. "Leave Misaki alone!"
"Arghh! You stupid boy get off me!" The raven stumbled backwards while Shinobu clung onto him like a provoked feral koala, clawing him repeatedly. Armel dropped the whip as he fell down with Shinobu on top of him. Don rose from his spot immediately and rushed over to his boss. He yanked the blond off from Armel and held him up by his upper chest. Shinobu struggled to free himself but failed. Armel rose from his spot. His hair appeared messy and displaced. He was now infuriated with his pet's behavior.
Everyone was surprised at the unsuspected retaliation. He stood up for Misaki. Who was this Shinobu kid? And then that's when Akihiko realized. This boy was the other Mitsuhashi student that went missing on the same day as Misaki. That means they shared the same fate. Misaki wasn't alone.
"Hold him!"
"Yes boss!"
"Nooo!" Shinobu resisted.
"Leave that kid alone!"
"Shut up Akihiko!" Armel growled.
The raven lifted his fist and punched into his left jaw. "Ackk!" Shinobu grunted. Fresh blood stained his lips. Another punch came, knocking his head back into Don's chest. He spluttered more blood out as his face was bashed. Red liquid now poured out from his nose. Akihiko could be heard yelling at Armel to stop but he didn't. Their protests were like a incentive fuel to invigorate his wrongdoings.
All the screaming was getting into Tadao's head and he exploded. Standing up from his chair he slammed the laptop monitor shut.
The video chat abruptly ended.
"Why the hell did you do that for?!" Akihiko snapped at the guard.
"Your only encouraging him! Armel will stop! This is getting out of hand! The longer you get carried away by his games. The more pain he'll inflict on them. These type of criminals gain satisfaction by hurting others. I have experience. Your feeding him the energy to carry these acts! Your showing too much weakness to him!" Tadao argued.
"He will hurt Misaki and that boy if we—!"
"If we watch sir?" Tadao interrupted. "He's wants an audience and he's getting it."
"Tadao's right. If he didn't end it. I would!" Haruhiko joined. "Things only escalated when he knew we were paying attention. Like the slapping and now this. Don't let your emotions get to you Akihiko."
"Misaki is already in danger we know that. But don't feed to the fire that is already burning," his father added.
"But how are we going to get a location then?!" Takahiro asked.
"We do it the old usually way. Armel did say if we find his father, then everything would be clear. He's telling us something. The orphanage is your best shot. Kuwawa Orphanage is not far. That's a good start. Best to avoid direct communication with your enemy." Tadao suggested.
"He wants to plays games then fine. Takahiro let's go."
"Akihiko where are you going at this time of the night?" his father questioned to impede his decision.
"To Kuwawa!"
"To the orphanage at this time?!"
"So what. Misaki needs me! You coming Takahiro?"
"I'm coming Usagi. Definitely. I want to find my brother. That asshole will pay." Takahiro gritted.
"But sir. I'm sure you can leave it for tomorrow. Some of nannies might have gone home by now," Tadao said.
"Akihiko. Don't go, leave it for tomorrow. It's late and Tadao is right. Some of the workers are probably at home now."
"I don't need your concern old man! I'm capable of doing things on my own!"
"Akihiko!"
The two ignored Fuyuhiko and grabbed their jackets, key and phone before heading towards the door.
"Stubborn boy! Haruhiko go with them now!" his father ordered in a crossed manner.
"Right now? What about you two?"
"Me and your father will meet you there. We have to discuss a few things before we go. Plus I have to process this recording for later playback."
"Fine," he sighed. He followed after Akihiko and Takahiro. "Oi Akihiko. Wait up you two!"
Fuyuhiko slumped down on the dinner chair and covered his face with one of his palms. He sighed deeply.
Meanwhile back in the cell.
"Stop hitting Shinobu!" Misaki cried as he watch Shinobu getting severely beaten.
Armel repeatedly assaulted Shinobu until his face was covered in crimson red. His fists were tainted with blood as well. He just kept going until Don interrupted him when he spotted the disconnected chat.
"Boss. The video chat stopped."
"What!" The raven ceased his assault and paced to the laptop. "Why would they hang up? Unless Dulio cut them off. Sheez."
Armel removed his smartphone from his pocket. He dialed Dulio's number. Shinobu spluttered more blood from his mouth. He slowly twitched in pain as he was dropped onto the floor. His conscious felt unclear after his head was repeatedly smashed. Heavy migraines pounded within his skull. Misaki could only watch in anguish at the sight. Feeling sorry and thankful for his friend's bravery. He crawled to Shinobu and wrapped his arms around him. Don was about to kick Misaki away when Armel cursed out loudly.
"Fuck! Why would they end?! Dulio get the server back online even though they ended. I'll invite them again." Armel turned to Don. "Get them back up both of them. Make them sit along that wall now. Hurry!"
"Yes boss."
"Doon't," Misaki whined when he and Shinobu were dragged by their arms to the wall. Why did Usagi hang up the call for? Misaki wanted to know. Was it technical malfunctions or they just couldn't bear to watch this anymore.
"Don keep an eye on them. I'll be right back. I have an idea."
"Yes boss."
Ten minutes later. Armel returned with a wooden mallet and steel nails. Misaki screeched and wailed dramatically.
"Oh little Misaki. Come here. Don get the chat online now."
"Understood boss."
Armel widely grinned at the brunette. He motioned the wooden mallet around, teasing the boy. Don sent another request for a video chat but no one accepted.
"Did their laptop run out of battery?" The raven scratched his head curiously.
Don shrugged. "Maybe. They're probably searching for a charger."
Tadao saved the evidence on a portable hard drive. He later begun to unpack the cords. "I'm sorry Fuyuhiko for ending that call. He would continue to torture them. It would only cause Akihiko more pain. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I was just about to do the same before you did it for me. Thank you. Akihiko can be quite stubborn and emotional at times. You were right to end the call. We cannot prevent him from hurting Misaki but encouraging the enemy is worse."
"I'll watch over the recording and see if I could identify everyone the video and also study the behavior of this man." As Tadao packed away the other computers, he opened the laptop to check if the call ended properly. A missed call was displayed on the chat log. "And they tried to call Akihiko back." Tadao showed the laptop to Fuyuhiko.
"Persistent bastard."
Next minute another call came. "Sir should we ignore it."
Fuyuhiko hesitated at first, his eyebrow twitched. "Let me talk to him. Lets see if I could reason with him. Get the cables back out. Record this now."
"Yes sir. I just packed them. You could still answer it though, I'll track it once I get the cable connected and the other laptop started."
Fuyuhiko nodded and accepted the call. He intertwined his fingers together in a professional manner, ready to face his nemesis.
There was Armel, his hair fixed back into place. His blue eyes lit in surprise before grinning widely.
"Fuyuhiko?! Wah this is great. Finally a conversation with you! Ah this is great!" he jumped up in joy.
Fuyuhiko's face remained neutral as he eyed the man. He tried his hardest not to display any emotional leakage to the enemy. "Armel lets handle this like real men. Forgot the boys. Its just you and me." His eyebrows now furrowed, demonstrating his serious autocratic demeanor.
Misaki swallowed. He knew Fuyuhiko was the one to blame for all this. But a bit of hope was also lighted when he realized the old man was trying to help them.
"Isn't this great. The Usami acting all high and mighty. Look at who has the upper hand now. Your trying to reason with me to save this beloved pathetic pup. He must be really important to you people. Too bad he's here with me."
"Just because you can afford a few of the worlds most richest wall décor doesn't mean you have the upper hand. I own Japan's most historic traditional painting which costs more than that. Tell me you can't out buy that?"
Fuyuhiko needed to keep the line on for as long as possible for Tadao. Unlike Akihiko, the old man tried to divert the conversation to something else rather than pissing off Armel or encouraging him.
"Haha a Japanese artifact! Ha! You make me laugh. Well I do have a wonder collection of eight pets. Including these two here."
"Interesting. I have a pet as well and his name is Alexander."
"Tell me Fuyuhiko how do you discipline your pets?" Armel grasped the head of the mallet as he said that.
"I let them roam free. To do what they like."
"And what if they were to disobey you? Bark at you?"
Clearly Armel was up to mischief. His blue wicked eyes says it all.
"I would let them run loose. Let them have a taste of freedom."
"What sort of master are you?" his eyes narrowed, dismayed by the lack of appropriate response he was receiving.
"A generous one."
"Pftt generous. I don't think so Fuyuhiko."
"Out of curiosity what line of business are you in?"
"I own my syndicate."
"Hmff. And I assume your having trouble keeping your group, of little boys in rank with the other European syndicates. Am I not right?"
"I'm already up there Fuyuhiko and once I am on top. I'll come for your head!" Armel threatened fiercly.
"Well I'll be waiting. That's if old age does not catch up with me. And hurting those boys won't quicken up time either."
"Are you calling me incompetent?!"
"No I'm stating the facts."
"Your facts are—."
Armel's phone rung during the conversation. "Who the hell would interrupt me?!" The raven removed his smartphone from his pocket and viewed the caller ID. "Yuk—damn. Excuse me I need to take this call. Don watch those two. Fuyuhiko I'll be back." Armel left the room, which could be heard when the metal door slammed shut.
Don stood behind the laptop. His arms were crossed over his steroid infused chest. His eyes menacingly watched over the boys like a blood thirsty stalking hawk. Fuyuhiko had a clear view of the wounded pair on the floor. Misaki had lost most of his strength from the prolonged bleeding. He laid limp on his chest. Shinobu was left partially conscious. With all the energy left, he turned his gaze to the old man and muttered weak hoarse words to him.
"Mi—yargi. Tell hieem. I'm he—errre." After saying those words, his world blackened. He had lost conscious.
Fuyuhiko could only watch sympathetically at the two. He did manage to decipher what the blond muttered but who the hell was this Miyagi person?
"Misaki. Misaki," he called out to the boy. "Can you hear me? Misaki?"
Misaki weakly motioned his head to the laptop. "Usa—armi?"
"Can that brute understand Japanese? Is Armel out of the room?"
"No and yes," he rasped. "He's out."
"Quiet you!" Don barked. Misaki flinched at his command.
"Misaki. Hang on in there. I'm sorry this was brought on to you. You have the whole Usami Corporations looking for you. We will find you and bring you home safely. And I also approve your relationship with Akihiko. Everything will be restored to the way it used to be. So hang on in there," Fuyuhiko reassured.
A tear dripped onto the floor from Misaki's eyes. He really needed this reassurance. Another beacon of light had shone down on him. No longer he felt like the darkness had completely consumed him. He closed his eyes to rest. Chronic blood loss resulted in severe tiredness and fatigue, thus he drifted off to sleep.
Armel stormed back in. An euphoric aura was felt when he cheerfully stood in front of the camera. He wore the biggest grin only a child who had received his candy would display.
"Fuyuhiko! Guess what lets play another game!"
"I'm too old for games. If you want to play games buy yourself a console."
"Grr. You really are so narrow minded. The game I want to play is called Find Me. Not finding me necessary but finding…your sons."
Fuyuhiko's eyes widened to the fullest. "What do you mean?! Like you can get your hands on them!"
"You underestimate me old man. I had my subordinates monitor your every movement. I must say, Akihiko must be desperate to find me by turning up to my old orphanage. Vulnerable aren't they?"
Fuyuhiko's froze, his complexion turned pale. Tadao had the same reaction. Though instead he immediately rose from his spot and called the Usami guards nearby to their aid.
"Tadao call your men and warn them!" Fuyuhiko ordered.
"I'm doing it now sir."
"…Three men, no guards should be fairly easy to kidnap. Overconfident that your untouchable? Run Fuyuhiko run!" The raven laughed hysterically at the sight of his enemy's panicked face. This was getting better then he had anticipated.
"DAMN YOU TO HELL ARMEL! I KILL YOU IF THEY ARE HARMED!" he bellowed. "Lets go Tadao!"
Fuyuhiko shut the laptop to end the conversation before the two sprinted out of the apartment.
Akihiko, Haruhiko and Takahiro were in danger!
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