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"We don't want problems with you, Ootori," the guy said, cracking his knuckles. "Once we find them, I will hand them to you as a sign of a good faith. They have betrayed me too. I don't take that kindly."

Kyoya's facial muscles remained stiff, as he stared at the head of the gang, the kidnappers belonged to. He narrowed his eyes. A girl leaned down and poured tea for him. Kyoya tilted his head sideways. The guy with shabby clothing, badly inked tattoos sipped his tea, making a loud gurgling noise. It almost made the youngest son of Ootori Yoshio wrinkle his nose.

The other men looked just as terrible; some of them younger than their boss and others―older than him. They were standing on the corner, staring at him like he was some sort of novelty. They all looked surprised and a little excited by his appearance. He could tell from their glances that none of them knew about his wife's abduction. But the fact remained that two of the members went behind their boss's back and took a deal on the side.

Kyoya leaned forward to grab the teacup. He held it up elegantly and sipped from it quietly. Despite his stressed and disheveled state, he couldn't help, but keep his manners graceful.

"I would appreciate if you contact me in case there is some kind of information," he said politely, although, the tone he used made it clear that he wasn't asking. It was an order.

"Of course," the mob-head nodded, scratching his head.

Kyoya stood up. His body, his expression, his posture; all was perfect, impeccably composed, but what he felt was a pure agony. He felt he could broke down any second. He walked towards the door, and his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. It must have been his father. He took it out and stared at the unknown number apprehensively. What if these were the kidnappers?

Tachibana shot him a quick look, and Kyoya motioned him to wait. "Yes," he answered.

A second later an array of emotions passed through his face. "Thank you."

He sighed relieved and turned off the phone. His heartbeat had quickened. A rush of Adrenalin made him feel lightheaded.

"Tachibana-san, please, contact my father, Haruhi has been found. A detective from a police station has just contacted me."

Tachibana's face suddenly lit up, and he nodded. "Yes, sir," he bowed. "Would you like me to take you there?"

"No," Kyoya shook his head. "I will drive myself."

[***]

The police station was crowded. Kyoya's steps were swift. His heart was beating erratically. Part of him was scared that once he stepped in, he wouldn't find Haruhi inside. Why was he feeling this way? The clamor inside the detective's office went down when they noticed him.

Kyoya's breath hitched.

There she was... sitting on the chair, her hair disheveled, a big scarf draped over her frail shoulders. He could see her shoulder's shaking. She was crying. His heart stopped. She was crying. Crying...? Why was she crying? Was she hurt? Did those bastards do something to her? The blood froze in his veins.

His feet dragged forward on their own, mechanically. She turned suddenly and their eyes met. Her eyes were tear-filled, and his heart clenched in his chest. He knelt down and hugged her. She went stiff in his arms, but he couldn't make himself let go of her. She was so thin, so fragile, so breakable. His heart fluttered in his chest abruptly.

"Are you alright?" he murmured quickly. "Is everything okay with you? It doesn't hurt anywhere, right? Did they hurt you?"

His words became even more incoherent, as her sobbing unexpectedly stopped, and she looked at him with her red eyes. Her face was flushed with blush, and her cheeks were wet. Was she scared? What did they do to her? She stared at him with some sort of strange awe, surprise bewilderment, as if she wasn't expecting to see him at all. He leaned forward, still on his knees, on the dirty floor of the police station, hugging her close as she was sitting on the chair.

"I am fine," she mumbled in a low tone, so low and strange that he only could hear, because his head had leaned closer to her mouth. "Riichi?"

"He is safe," his breath wavered, as if he was struggling to keep the air in his lungs. "He had missed you, and he is alright. He is with my mother."

Haruhi moved away, and they looked at each other for a moment. She looked a little surprised, and Kyoya wondered if that was just his imagination. She nodded silently and tried to push his arms away. For a moment Kyoya was reluctant to let her go, but then he realized that she needed space.

He turned to the policeman. "I want to see the kidnappers," he said in a cold tone.

The man's eyes traveled around the room as if he afraid of staring back at Kyoya's face, then he shook his head, mumbling something under his breath that Kyoya couldn't quite make out. "I am sorry, sir," he said politely, '"but you can't see them. They are currently being interrogated."

"They have kidnapped my wife," Kyoya said flatly. "I think I have the right to see them."

"I am afraid it is not possible," the man mumbled annoyed that he had to put up with some rich asshole who always got his way. "All the more reason! You are a member of victim's family, we can't allow you to meet with the criminals."

For some reason, the guy stared at his wife pointedly, and Kyoya didn't like it at all. He sighed. He would make sure to see them. He just needed to make couple of calls. For now, he had to back down. It wasn't the time to argue with this moron. Haruhi was safe, and that was all that mattered.

"Ootori-san, if you may come here to sign couple of documents and give us statements," another man interjected.

Kyoya turned and glared at the guy. No way he would leave Haruhi's side right now.

"Shiro-san," the detective smiled awkwardly, trying to diffuse the situation. "That can be arranged for another time. Right now Ootori-san is too concerned about his wife."

"But we need to fill up the paperwork now," the guy insisted, not realizing that his boss was giving him secret signals to shut up and get the hell out of the room.

Kyoya looked at the guy and sighed. "Fine," he said coldly. "Besides, I really want to know how you found Haruhi."

He lowered his head and planted a light kiss on Haruhi's head which made the young woman almost fall from her chair. "I will be in a moment," he told her gently.

[***]

Kyoya's behavior was strange. Why was he acting like he was worried? Was it some sort of show? No, it couldn't be it. He normally was colder to her when they were in public. It was a code to not show any affection. Haruhi scrunched her face and sighed when he insisted that they needed to visit hospital. She wanted to go home, take a shower or a good, warm bath, play with Riichi and sleep. Maybe also eat something nice? Something nice like fancy tuna, after all, there should have been some sort of benefit from her marriage to this rich bastard.

"Maybe tomorrow," she told him, too tired to argue with him. "I will rest today, and I will see a doctor tomorrow. I am fine. It's not like they did anything to me. I was unconscious all the time, and then the police came."

"I can't believe an old woman was hiking in that area and heard your screams," Kyoya said suddenly. "I think we should meet her and thank her."

That was the official cover story Hikaru came up with. Haruhi nearly flinched, hearing those words from Kyoya's mouth. If this suspicious bastard started to dig, everything would fall apart. Hikaru should have found a better story. She didn't think Kyoya would hear it though. She told them to keep things discreet. Maybe that's why he agreed to speak to the officer.

"I was lucky," she mumbled. "I want to quickly forget about it all and go home."

"You should see a doctor," Kyoya said again. "If you don't want to go to a hospital, I will call someone to come home."

"You can see I am fine," Haruhi sighed. "There is no need."

"They have given you some sort of drug," Kyoya hissed. "That could have affected the health of the baby."

"Baby?" Haruhi rolled her eyes. "What baby?"

"You are pregnant," Kyoya told her. "Two weeks."


I hope you will like this chapter. I started my main research work and was travelling. Finally in a hotel and with internet. Hope you are having a nice day.