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Lost and Found

Chapter 3

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How was I to know in that one night

My whole life would change

From the moment I looked into your eyes

I've never been the same

And if I could have one chance to have that

Moment back again

I'll never let it end

~Ricky Martin

He felt warm arms embracing him, tenderly but firmly, like how one would hold a newborn sparrow. The older teen took out a dagger from under the bed. He was about to plunge it into the flame-caster when those arms tightened their hold around him.

"Ai shiteru, Mikagami." A crystal fell from his eyes onto the other's cheek.

Yamihoshi placed two fingers on the bridge of his nose, trying hard to massage away what promised to be a bad headache. Why had he not killed Hanabishi Recca that night when he had got the chance to, he didn't know. The boy had admitted in his sleep that he loved Mikagami Tokiya. Who was this certain man they had mistaken him for? What was it about him that could make the whole of Hokage care so much and for the Hokage descendent to fall in love with? If there was one more thing that Yamihoshi was worried about, it was the fact that he had such weird questions on his mind. Killing without mercy was what he had been taught and what he had been living by. But yet, why are all these unexplainable emotions invading his thoughts right now?

Mori-sama would save me. Yes, I'm finally back home. He pushed open the door to his master's office.

"Morisa-ma, I've brought back the healer girl." The millionaire beckoned for Yamihoshi to come closer and patted lightly on his own lap.

With a smile, the longhaired male sat down on Mori Kouran's lap and locked his fingers loosely behind the older man's neck.

"You are a good boy. As long as you continue being good, I'll continue to love you."

Yamihoshi closed his eyes and greedily devoured the kiss the other man was giving him.

"Hai, Mori-sama." He said between kisses.

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Recca flung an arm to his right, somehow relieved to find that his friend was not there.

What would Mikagami think if I did this? Wait! If he's not here, where would he be? The flame-caster bolted upright and looked around the dark room. All was the same as it was last night except for a missing someone.

The teen threw the blanket off himself and dashed out of the room.

"MIKAGAMI!!" Echoes were his only replies. The balcony doors were opened, white curtains fluttering in the soft breeze. White. The color of angels' wings. Pure white except for the crimson words on it, written in Mikagami's curvy handwriting.

Say goodbye to your little princess.

The curtains continued to dance with the wind.

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"Good morning, princess." Yamihoshi sat casually on the window ledge, his hair was down, and its silver tint illuminating his handsome face in the pale moonlight.

"Where am I?" Yanagi asked. While she was scared about waking up in an unfamiliar place, she was, at the same time, relieved that there was someone she knew with her there.

He did not reply.

"Mikagami-senpai…"

"I'm not Mikagami!!" He snapped at her.

"I'm sick and tired of being mistaken for Mikagami Tokiya. I hate him, I hate his guts!!!" The man took a deep breath and smiled. A smile that sent shivers down Yanagi's spine.

"Let me tell you a story, princess. A story about a boy who had no past, no light, no emotions and no friends. His earliest memories were waking up into this world, not knowing how it looks like for he was blind. He did not even know if it was day or night when he woke up. All he heard was the whispers in the corridors outside his room…"

The teen simply sat there on the table, his eyes unfocused for he do not know what was there in the room for him to focus on. Life had been dark since he opened his eyes a few days ago.

"So, he's that kid Mori-sama brought back that day."

"I could not understand why Mori-sama brought him back. He's only a blind man. But he's cute though, almost like a girl."

The boy tightened his grip around a corner of the wooden table, and broke it off.

"Nobody's child, that's what they called him." Yamihoshi continued. "He stayed alone in the room, for how long, he had no idea for he could no longer tell the difference between day and night. Until he came to show him how much he really worth.

The boy wrapped a vase with his blanket and smashed it hard against the floor. Unwrapping the blanket, he took out a piece of broken glass and held it against his wrist. Will it hurt? He wondered. But anything would be better that this condemned existence. An unfamiliar hand gave him a slap across the face.

"Who are you?? WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LET ME DIE?!"

"It was Mori-sama who saved him that day, he was the one who gave me the light in my life. Mori-sama was my only father, my only friend and only lover. Yamihoshi, that's the name he had given me and I'll serve him even at the cost of my life!"

"Senpai…what had he done to you?" A sudden blur, and the man was on top of her. His hand pinned her arms to the bed with an iron grip, his knees were on her thighs, pressing them down.

"But even a blind man should be entitled to some personal entertainment. Please do not hate me, princess, blame your ninja for not being able to protect you."

With his free hand, Yamihoshi tore off her blouse and pushed her skirt up. Yanagi tried to struggle, but her limps were kept in a tight lock.

"No, senpai, NO!!" Yanagi kept shouting until Yamihoshi silenced her with a kiss.

The kiss was demanding, harsh and ruthless. Yanagi tried clenching her teeth to stop him from invading her mouth but Yamihoshi bit on her lips.

Yanagi was really worried with what Yamihoshi was doing. She struggled hard to free her hands but the older man was too strong for her. Nevertheless, she did not stop trying to talk sense into him.

But he did not listen.

By now, Yamihoshi had already removed his trousers and boxers. His hard member was pressed against her soft skin. He nibbled softly on her earlobes and slid his tongue down her body, leaving a small space between his lips and her skin. His hand started to work on the only piece of cloth left to stop Yamihoshi from entering her. It was soon being ripped as well.

Yanagi shut her eyes tight as she felt his mouth closing over her left breast. Tears continued to flow. By now, she had already given up for the man to stop violating him. Her body was responding to his every touch and Yanagi hated herself for that. She hated herself for taking pleasure in such a shameful act, especially when the man on top of her was the senpai she had respected so much.

Without bothering to stretch her, Yamihoshi simply entered her forcefully, enjoying the tightness of her opening. Finally, he removed the arm that held her hands above her head. But she did not fight back.

"Whore." He said as he continued thrusting, ignoring her shouts, concentrating only on completing whatever he was commanded to do.

Slowly, he body began to take up the rhythm of his thrusts.

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"Tokiya! Watch out!!"

"Thanks for saving us."

"Mikagami, why do you want to take part in the Urabattousatsujin?"

"I'll be the prize."

"Mikagami! Damn it, Mokuren, release Koganei at once or I'll reduce you to ashes!"

"Don't think I took that blow for you. I'm just too stupid."

"I live only for revenge. Nee-chan, this day had finally arrived."

"You still have friends and companions. Please do not be like me."

"Do you really trust Recca that much? Let me tell you, he will not retuen!"

"Aishiteru, Mikagami."

Unconsciously, Yamihoshi hugged his arms with his hands and held them tight against him.

The flame-caster gathered the water wielder's naked form close to himself, being careful so as not to hurt him more than he already was.

"Don't be afraid, kimi ga…kimi ga mamoru."

Yamihoshi removed his arms and walked down the dimly lit corridor; trying hard not to think about the times he had spent with the Hokage.

Unknown to him, someone was hiding in the shadows. The orb on her ring glittered brightly in the darkness.