Disclaimer: You could say that I stole most of the characters, so they in no way belong to me. The ones that you don't know however... I made them. Me. Yes. :D

Warning: Shitty grammar and spelling, male pregnancy, yaoi, crazy stalkers that kidnap people, swearing, violence (maybe). Very far from reality, trust me, I made this.

It has been two days already since Ryoma has been missing. Keigo's men had gone to Sakuno's apartments and turned the place upside-down, only to find nothing that would be of any help to finding the man. And after tracking down her credit cards and calls and whatever else was there that had to do with her name there was also a bit of a dead end.

The only thing that could give them some kind of information about the crazy woman was a company of freelancers that had been hired by her. The only problem was the fact that there was suddenly no such firm and all the records about it were gone.

All day Keigo had done nothing but waiting for the men that worked for him to bring him good news, but… There was none. Only weak threads that could possibly lead to where his beloved was, but their path was still surrounded by thick mist, making it lead to nowhere.

"Ryoma…" Keigo quietly whispered, "Please be ok, please." Since he was alone now, the otherwise strong man let the trembles and fear show in his voice.

For the middle of August the nights were so very cold, that Keigo wasn't able to sleep. Or maybe he just missed the warmth and feeling of another besides him. But now… It seemed that this will be the second night in a row that will be spent staring blankly in the darkness of his bedroom.

There was a soft crying sound coming from the small room that was connected to Keigo's and Ryoma's bedroom. The sound made Keigo snap his head in the direction of the nursery and, after the few second that were used for him to understand that Akira was crying he got up from the bed.

With fast steps the man was in the small room and already had the crying baby in his arms. He had learned from Ryoma just what to do when Akira wakes up in the middle of the night. He couldn't always let Ryoma handle things alone, so, even though he was one of the top business men in the world, he was also a caring daddy.

"Shh.. Akira, shhh… It's ok; there is no need to cry. Shhh…" Keigo gently rocked the baby together with his own body. He had heard Ryoma singing nursery rhymes, but he opted not to do that. He settled on gently moving around the room and whispering quiet words to the baby.

Usually Akira slept through the night without waking up in the middle of it, the times he did were rare. The little boy was probably starting to feel that something isn't right, that someone isn't with him. He was starting to miss Ryoma, probably.

Keigo made sure that the blanket was covering the little body, as Akira was beginning to sink back into his sleep. "I miss him too kid, I miss him too."

If only there was a way he could make all this as if it never happened. If only he had asked Ryoma about his plans before leaving. If only he could find something that would lead straight to where his beloved was kept. If only he could do something.

"I miss him too."

The sharp rays of the sun woke him up, not bothering to be gentle about it. Slowly groaning as he tried to sit up, or at least gain a bit more comfortable position, Ryoma opened his eyes, hoping to see the familiar sights of his bedroom. Instead, the minimally decorated and almost empty room where he was kept showed itself before him, the hot air still heavy with the smoke from the incense.

Ryoma had gotten used to the sickly smell that the incense sticks gave out when they were burning. And Sakuno hurriedly changed them every time they were about to burn out, so he had a suspicion that they weren't just incense sticks. And the way she acted, almost as if he was a bunny trapped in a cage, for her to play with…

The thought alone made him sick.

Ryoma looked around the room, for some reason the crazy woman wasn't here. Only a tray of food was left for him. If it were like the days before she would be here, waiting for him to wake up and eat. But she wasn't. It was either she was busy with something, or has gone out.

The man scooted over to the edge of the bed (the handcuffs were removed yesterday, since he wasn't able to fight her back anyway) and stood on his feet, holding on the bed for some support. He got dizzy every time he moved around too much and the last thing he wanted to do was fall and do harm to the life he carried under his heart.

"It's ok, it's ok." Ryoma repeated to himself, one hand placed on his abdomen, "It's ok, I'll just move slowly, with little steps." The quiet mumbling to himself helped a bit, as if it was a reassurance that all will go alright.

He wobbled around the bed, not letting the piece of furniture go, and then slowly made his way to the closed door. When Ryoma was right in front of it he no longer knew what to do. What if she was still here? What will happen if she is? How will she react? Will he be ok?

Ryoma shook his head. "No, no, no. Don't think about the bad things. The good ones, good ones." He took deep breaths, calming down and thinking only of good things. Like Keigo and Akira that were waiting for him.

The pregnant man reached out his hand and grabbed the round doorknob. He twisted and turned it, but the round thing didn't budge – he was locked in this room. And since there was no crazy stalker/kidnapper woman running to him just from the sound of the doorknob being moved, it was only logical to conclude that no one was home. He was left alone, in a locked room with food and nothing else.

Ryoma muttered a curse under his breath and tried to get back to the bed, still not steady on his feet. He had gotten used to the boring sight outside of the window that was created by a few more multi-story block-houses in the distance, a MC Donald's shack and a gas station. It was clear that wherever he was kept, it no longer was close to where he should be.

With nothing better to do, and the need for food, Ryoma sighed and started to eat the pretty much tasteless food that Sakuno fed him. Now, he remembered coach Ryuuzaki as someone who knew how to cook, but this woman… Her food was horrible, but since there was nothing else to eat and he needed nutrition, especially now, Ryoma had no other choice but to eat what was given to him.

Once he had finished with the horrible food there was the sound of keys rattling and footsteps coming from the other side of the doors that kept Ryoma locked in the room. Soon, high-pitched yells of some unintelligible words followed the rattling and banging. Woman's and a man's voices mixed together as the two yelled at each other, about reasons unknown to Ryoma.

Something shattered and something fell down. There was a sound that sounded like a slap and after that… nothing. There was only this eerie silence that kept stretching on and on. And Ryoma didn't like it. If the man were to know of him being here (and in this helpless state) god knows what will happen to him and not only him.

But no one came.

Since there was no clock in this godforsaken room Ryoma had no idea how long has it been since they had started the fight, or even what time was it now. But the lightly dark yellow color of the sky told that it was getting closer to the end of the day already.

More yelling, then a bang and once again silence filled the rooms of the apartment. Though this time, the hectic sounds of someone running around in the hallway followed the silence and then the door to his room was opened wide open. Sakuno stood and looked with big eyes at Ryoma, her left cheek red and a bit swollen, tear streaks on her cheeks and her short hair all mussed up.

"Ryoma-kun… You... You are the only one! Only you understand my love! Right!" she sounded even madder that she was as she made her way to Ryoma, "You see... That man... Hibiki just doesn't understand that I don't need him now… Since I have Ryoma-kun, I don't need any other man. He just doesn't understand our love, hehe-hahahaha!"

Shivers ran over Ryoma's body when she crawled in the bed and touched his face with her hands. They were cold and sweaty and made him feel unpleasant, disgusting even, but he didn't move. Right now she was able to do some horrible things to him. He didn't worry about himself; the small flicker of life under his heart can only be protected by him now.

Sakuno suddenly dug her nails in his cheeks, the sudden pain making Ryoma hiss, and leaned uncomfortably close, their noses almost touching. "I know you don't talk much Ryoma-kun, but you know… I want to hear that you love me. Say it. Say it now." She whispered and even stopped blinking.

"I…" saying those three words that were only meant for Keigo to her almost made Ryoma nauseous, "I.. lo—love you." No matter how much Ryoma didn't want to say those words, it was best that he does as she wishes now.

"I knew it! I knew you loved me, Ryoma-kun! I told him!" Sakuno stared to laugh maniacally and released her hold on Ryoma's face. "I knew it."

She then placed her hands on Ryoma's legs and sighed. The crazy look disappeared from her face and she placed her head on Ryoma's lap. The man himself tried to resist the urge to push her down and stayed still, very still. She relaxed her body and slowly drifted off to sleep, no way concerned about the one she was sleeping on.

Ryoma couldn't do anything. His only choice was to sit though this, no matter how much he wanted to use this chance to escape, because he had already learned that Sakuno was a very weak sleeper. Every little noise would wake her up, no matter what it was.

Something shone suddenly from her pocket. But it wasn't reflecting light, more like it created it. And from the looks of it, it was a mobile phone, placed on silent mode for whatever reasons. Seeing this as a chance, Ryoma slowly moved his free, left, hand closer to the pocket of the horrible pants that the crazy woman was wearing. Trying not to move too much or make sound and wake her, he swallowed before reached out to the small part of the device that was peeking out.

After taking it between his two fingers he started to pull it, slowly and carefully. Little by little it came out more and more, Ryoma keeping an eye on both Sakuno's reactions and the phone. When he finally got the device, Ryoma once again slowly pulled his hand to himself and hid the phone under his pillow, so that he could use it when Sakuno will once again go out.

At least now he had a way to let Keigo know he is safe.

On the third day of Ryoma's absence Keigo's men found one of the men that had worked in the freelancer company that Sakuno had used. He was dirty, smelled of cheap alcohol, urine and other things that shouldn't be named.

Keigo was on his way to see him when he also got the news that a pretty large sum of money, that seemingly was used to pay the freelance company, was taken off from Sakuno's parent's bank account a week before and Sakuno's parents had no knowledge what-so-ever where had the money gone before they were told.

But there was one thing that Keigo couldn't understand no matter how hard he thought. How had the crazy bitch known where Ryoma will be on that certain day? Because, there was no way that she could have know if even Keigo had no knowledge of Ryoma's plans.

"Atobe-sama, this way please." One of the men working for Keigo directed the millionaire in the right direction.

The special force that worked under Keigo was originally meant for keeping an eye on the business partners whose ways of working were a mystery, or had a bad reputation. Also, they were the ones that kept the underground part of Keigo's deals and partner in check. They were special people that mostly did the things that no ordinary people could, not leaving anything behind and making sure that Keigo's name never appeared whenever the 'mysterious' deaths and cases of missing persons appeared.

Even Ryoma didn't know about this side of Keigo's job.

When the door to the room where the smelly bum was kept opened, the aforementioned bum's face lost its color when Keigo walked in, face emotionless and cold, reassuring that the man will not leave this room physically fine.

After Keigo heard all the information that his men had gotten about the freelancer he walked a bit closer to the shivering man and quietly asked: "Tell me everything you know about that woman and why was she using your services. Also, I need to know where the man that you kidnapped is. Now."

One of the guards, that were in the room, showed the freelancer a picture of Sakuno, so that the dirty drunkard would know what they were talking about. After giving the picture a long look he swallowed the saliva in his mouth before starting to talk.

A/N: Who knew that Keigo was secretly an evil yakuza boss and a loving daddy and husband at the same time? I did. :D