METRO PD: CLOSE TO YOU and HER LOVE IN THE FORCE

PARALLELS – OTHER REALMS

Chapter One – Voices of the Dead

Warning regarding this chapter

This chapter depicts molestation and abuse committed against a child and a woman. This chapter also contains scenes depicting violent crimes (including murder) committed against adults and a child.

Disclaimer for Major / Main Appearances

Metro PD: Close to You and its awesome characters that appear in the otome game Love 365 are the property of Voltage, Inc.

Her Love In the Force and its awesome characters that appear in the otome game Love 365 are the property of Voltage, Inc.

Alexandra Emrys, Michael Ishino, AJ Ishino, Troy Tsuuri, Representative Okada, Uncle Gavin / Gavin Anson, Dylan Emrys, Ariadne Anson / Ariadne Emrys, Derek Anson, Madeline Harvey, and other original characters are owned by PJ Zatken.

Author's Notes

For those who are familiar with otome games and Love 365, the female main character (MC) is part of the series' original characters. So how do the original characters (OCs) in my story figure out in this universe and fanfic?

The MC is the permanent love interest of one of the playable characters in the otome games.

My OCs – well, in the Love 365 / Voltage Inc. / otome romance world, they are temporary characters for the fanfic…so in the otome universe they never romantically get the man no matter what the circumstances may be. If they ever get romantically linked, it is all temporary.

I have seen how many folks are avid fans of Voltage Inc. otome games / Love 365. I do not know as to how many of them are also avid authors and/or readers in fanfiction dot net.

Also, for those who are familiar with my work, I tend to do epics. This fic would not be an epic. It would be less than 10 chapters… .

Background for this Fanfiction

For those who are closely following Are Happy Endings Always THIS Elusive, there has been someone blackmailing our beloved JR / SH boys...their blackmailing having a tie to a seven-year-old boy, a 20-year-old mystery, and a corrupt politician named Okada who is behind all of these misdeeds.

This crossover fic for Metro PD: Close to You / Her Love in the Force serves as a companion piece to the Junjou Romantica / Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi crossover fanfic Are Happy Endings Always THIS Elusive. The goal of this fic is to fill the little holes that would be there because the antagonist(s) and the problems he/she/they bring to our beloved JR / SH characters are complex. THIS is the crossover fic that will delve deeper into the 20-year-old mystery.

Secondly, the people who are there to help our beloved JR / SH characters through this time have complex lives and equally complex connections.

I figured that the best way to show how intricate these relationships and connections are is through "companion piece" fanfics. First is so the focus for Are Happy Endings Always THIS Elusive would remain mostly with our JR / SH characters. Second, having "companion pieces" would give readers and "inside glimpse" of what was really happening behind the scenes so that there would not be any confusion when a character or characters from Metro PD: Close to You and / or Her Love in the Force are mentioned or would make a cameo in Are Happy Endings Always THIS Elusive.

As a result, my Disclaimer and Author's Notes on every chapter for Are Happy Endings Always THIS Elusive and each "companion piece" would properly mention and give credit to the fandoms and characters that appear in it.

These "companion piece" fanfics are experiments. I will do my best to do justice to the fandoms that I do, just as I have always done all these years. Come and enjoy this ride with me, and let me know what you think!

Best regards,

PJ Zatken

Flashback: 20 Years Ago

Location: Miyamoto Residence / Exquis Confectioners Storefront and Factory – Japan

Sobs echoed inside the second-floor bedroom of the one and only son of the Miyamoto Family…his sobs and screams being sharp contrasts to the colorful pastel surroundings filled with children's and classic hardbound books, a variety of stuffed animals, an array of sports cars and motorcycle models, and the ceiling made into a replica of the solar system.

Outside the boy's room, well-dressed men in suits waited as sentinels…their eyes glinting as they exchanged glances from each other, their minds picturing what was going on inside the room. After all, those sounds were just one of many. It was not the first time that they have heard it, and it would never be the last judging by how the one who kept them on the payroll continued to rise in society's political and social ladder – their "boss" bearing a handsome angelic face and silver tongue yet possessing the heart and appetites bordering on the demonic.

And right now, as the masks have truly come off, the demonic man took great pleasure in shattering an innocent, angelic boy's body, heart, mind, and soul – all while his men snickered and laughed knowing that this was only the beginning of bigger things to come.

The boy's good day at school turned into a nightmare once he stepped into his house with the man, the latter stating that his parents were taking care of last-minute arrangements for Exquis and had asked him to do the routine pick-up on their behalf today. They started with talking, laughing, and playing together but the more time that the two spent together, the man's true colors slowly but surely came out.

That story from the silver-tongued friend of the family turned out to be a lie…

The seven-year-old boy's bed, which was his safest haven aside from his mother and father's presence, was now being marred. While his wrists were bound, his small fists grabbed on and crumpled his navy blue bed sheets as his naked body had undergone another violation from the man who had been repeatedly taking him. His sobs, tears, and pleas fell on deaf ears…those efforts being muted over time as his lower lips now became bloodied from him biting it down from the pain that lanced through his body from the abuse. His eyes had been blurred out from the never-ending tears that flowed from him, his voice hoarse and nearly gone from the unheeded pleas for mercy and his screams.

Everything that the boy had considered as safe and warm had now been destroyed, but in his mind he had to give up everything to save his father and mother…such a bitter pill for him to swallow because he did not realize the full magnitude of the sacrifice until now. Yet, his love for his parents…the kind and loving people who he called Daddy and Mommy all these years…superseded any desire to be spared from pain or the destruction of his innocence.

All throughout his young life, the boy had been raised in a healthy balance of privilege and values. Born to a family that stemmed from "old money" and respected standing in society, his elders taught him to see the kindness in every human being and view life through optimistic lenses. He was happy and loved – surrounded by a warm and kind family, a handful of good friends who wanted his company, and elders who looked out for him and the family. He was taught that you reap what you sow…that kindness begets kindness, and respect begets respect.

However, what the boy was now experiencing was far from kindness or respect. In the hands of this man who now tore, violated, and destroyed him in so many ways, he could not fathom as to why this man took greater pleasure each time that he begged, cried, and screamed for him to stop.

In his young, innocent mind, the asked many questions…

Why was Okada Sekai – a friend of the family…someone who his family had treated with kindness and respect…was now making him feel dirty and objectified?

Why was this man – a friend towards him during social gatherings…the one who bore the handsome, angelic, and charismatic face which matched the kindness he put on display for all to see…suddenly had such a demonic visage while he invaded his home, his family, and his young body?

What did the Miyamoto Family and he do to deserve this nightmare at the hands of Okada Sekai? Why was the man threatening his parents, and had demanded that his body be given up and spent for their life and safety?

A myriad questions spun in the boy's head, his eyes shutting tightly as he drowned his mind into a manta of prayer…his pleas now turned silent, and his focus now turning to the heavens for an end to the current torture and his parents to be safe. His body and his mind had now been out of sync…his body continuing its endless flow of tears and emission of loud, heartbreaking sobs as pain ravaged his young body…his mind shut down so that he could endure another additional second to save his family.

"Please keep them safe… I beg you…" young Miyamoto Hiroshi repeatedly prayed to the heavens, his mind's eye seeing images of his mother and father…his family…in definitely happier times. Anything aside from what was going on this very moment was a happy moment for him…and he begged for the heavens to end his misery.

Long after Hiroshi's mind, body, heart, and soul had been spent, the torture finally stopped…or so he thought…

Hiroshi opened his eyes, the room illuminated only by the glow from the colorful stickers and decors that were part of his miniature replica of the solar system studded on his ceiling as well as the dimmed lights that were strategically placed at the corners of his room to make his mini solar system become more realistic.

And so the boy said in-between sobs, mustering every amount of courage inside him, "Please… I gave you what you've wanted, Sekai-san… My Mommy and Daddy…. Where are they? You said you wouldn't hurt them if I cooperate…."

Okada Sekai smiled down on the boy, telling him as he caressed the latter's thigh…his smirk becoming more lascivious as he saw the emotionally-spent and spiritually-defeated boy retract from his touch, "All right… Come with me…"

Okada dragged a naked Hiroshi from the bed, getting angry and then slapping the latter hard across the face. "Don't fight me!"

"I have no clothes…" said a deeply humiliated and continuously sobbing Hiroshi, who then cried in pain as Okada buried his nails deep in the boy's arm and pulled him roughly towards him.

"You're mine, boy!" snarled Okada, his eyes narrowing and reflecting such madness as he stared down at Hiroshi. The boy's blood froze as he heard the man add, "You do as I say or your mother and father will pay for your disobedience. You choose! Are you going to do as I say?!"

Hiroshi, who was now sobbing harder and more frightened than ever, nodded his head. His body moving mechanically since his innocent mind could not comprehend or fathom why all of this was now happening to him, followed to where Okada dragged him…with Okada's men following closely behind them.

The procession led to the factory area of Exquis which was part of the family property…the Exquis Confectionaries' storefront and the Miyamoto Family home being part of the estate.

Okada told Hiroshi, chuckling at the sight of the boy and still feeling euphoric from the violation that he did to the child, "Your parents wouldn't mind you being naked. You're a beautiful boy, especially looking the way you did earlier and now."

Hiroshi glanced downward, feeling so destroyed and disgusted.

Their short journey finally ended at the heart of the large warehouse area where there was open space.

Hiroshi shuddered, his eyes glancing upward and his body frozen at the sight above him.

Miyamoto Koji and Emma Miyamoto nee Trotter – Hiroshi's father and mother – both hung from a beam with a noose tied around their necks. His parents' faces looked as white as sheets. His mother, just like he, was naked…her body bearing deep cuts and large bruises.

He cried out, "Mummy! Daddy!"

Sounding sincere with his emotions, Okada murmured, "What did your Daddy do?"

With his heart bludgeoned into pieces, Hiroshi faced Okada while demanding through sobs, "Why?! You hurt them! You told me that you wouldn't hurt them if I did what you said! Why is my Mummy naked like me?! Why?!"

"Your Mummy had some fun, too. Actually, she had a lot of fun," said Okada with a perverted smirk, that gesture becoming even more lewd as his men laughed along with him.

"You said that you're not going to hurt them!" Hiroshi cried out, and then his anger welled up along with his sobs, "And you lie! My Daddy loves Mummy and me very much! He'd never hurt us!"

"But your Daddy's a very disturbed man. He did this to your mother. My men and I didn't do anything to them." Okada then had kindness veil over his face. He squatted before Hiroshi and said, "Let me take care of all of this, and you. You don't need to see this anymore. So why don't you come and be with me from now on? I'll take care of you. Your Daddy couldn't take care of you, but I always can."

As Okada lifted his hand to touch Hiroshi's cheek, he got stunned and then angered as the boy slapped his hand away. He seethed as he heard Hiroshi say, "You're a bad man! You hurt them and you hurt me! You're a bad man!"

Okada slapped Hiroshi across the face and then stood up. He glanced sideways, looking at the men who held containers of gasoline and signaling them to wait for his word…empty containers of gasoline now sitting behind them, and the factory now reeking from the strong gasoline odor which now surrounded them.

Okada looked at the boy and said, "Come with me, Hiroshi. I won't hurt you. I promise."

"You're a liar! You're a bad man!" Hiroshi then stared at Okada, his innocent face and eyes marred from the anger, shock, and other emotions bombarding his heart and mind. "I will never go with you!"

Okada, now blinded with possessive rage, signaled one of the men to give him a container of gasoline while the others moved to pour gasoline at the pillar closest to the beam where Hiroshi's dead parents now hung. He then splashed gasoline at Hiroshi's body, purposefully starting the act by dousing the boy's lower body first and leaving the face and hair last.

Once the men were done, they distanced themselves from the areas where they poured gasoline and waited for Okada's prompt…each man holding a matchbox, and with one giving Okada a matchbox of his own to hold.

"Last chance, Hiroshi," said Okada in a cold tone, his gaze focused on the child. "Are you coming with me or not?"

"I hate you! You're evil! I will never go with you!" spat Hiroshi, his tears still flowing from him while his fists clenched in defiance against Okada…his mind still reeling in anger over everything that had happened.

Okada chuckled at first, his effort to cover his anger over being rejected. The chuckle then turned into a laugh. He then looked down at Hiroshi and said, "If I can't have you, no one ever will…so go back to your parents."

Okada then lit up a match and then tossed it at Hiroshi, the boy screaming, crying, and begging as flames lapped on his young skin. He then grinned maniacally, telling the boy, "Your parents refused me, and they paid the price! Shame that you were as stupid as they were... You three belong together…in Hell!"

Okada snapped his fingers, and each of his men lit a match and threw it in the areas doused heavily with gasoline. He then motioned his men that their business was done, locking every possible exit so that Hiroshi could not escape.

Moments later, the fire inside the warehouse grew bigger…turning into a raging inferno while Okada and his men left the area as if nothing had happened.

The inferno consumed the warehouse, the store, and the Miyamoto home. The blaze ate everything in its wake, including the injustices and cruelty done against every member of the Miyamoto Family…with Okada confident that the fire and the ash would be the only witnesses to what he and his men had done.

The fire, which took firefighters more than a day to put out, was only the beginning of Okada's efforts to keep his sin hidden…and his deeds that night were the first of many that he would do as he became more powerful and feared.

News had spread that the fire was caused by Miyamoto Koji, the press painting him as a failed businessman who was on the brink of bankruptcy and a coward who resorted to murdering his wife and child before killing himself. The Miyamoto patriarch's good name had been tarnished, with him being called a demon while the truth about his death and the people truly responsible for the deeds remained hidden for 20 years. Autopsy reports for the three Miyamoto Family members as well as fire investigation reports were diverted and then buried to hide the truth.

Okada used his family connections and influence to turn tides to his favor. He fabricated lies and falsified documents showing that Exquis Confectioners and the Miyamoto Family were bankrupt and that both entities were kept afloat because of loans coming from his pocket. The same lies were also made against business and personal assets owned by the Miyamoto Family in Britain, with an associate of Okada facilitating the fraud outside Japanese soil.

The truth, however, was far from the lies. Both the business and the Miyamoto Family estate were lucrative even after Okada had eradicated the entire family. The fire and the amassed assets from the slain Miyamoto Family became the cornerstone that strengthened the political future of both Okada Sekai and Robert Trent.

To hide the grisly truth, many pockets were lined, many people aside from the Miyamoto Family members died, and a handful climbed the social ladder…gaining not only power but influence.

Hiroshi Miyamoto's fate in the hands of Okada was not truly the first and it would not be the last for many fell prey…many lives, families, and futures were ruined because of Okada's deeds. To make matters worse, his eldest son followed in his footsteps – keeping a pristine public face and rosy reputation while committing many crimes and atrocities against society through corruption, bribery, and drug and human trafficking.

The souls of those slain that night at the Miyamoto Estate, however, have not found rest. Their hands have been reaching out from their side of the realm into the living world for more than 20 years since the fire…with the seven-year-old Miyamoto Hiroshi being the loudest voice reaching out from the beyond in hopes that someone…anyone…would listen to his family's story.

And it seemed that after 20-plus years of waiting and pleading, not only one but many could hear Miyamoto Hiroshi's tearful petition for an empathetic ear…but would his pleas also bring the long-sought retribution that he and his parents have been clamoring for from beyond the grave?

End of Chapter One