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Author's Note: Well, here it is. The next chapter, as promised. Hope ya like!

Disclaimer: *sighs* Not mine…blah blah blah…for entertainment purposes only….blah blah blah…don't sue. ^_^

Rating: Eh…PG-13 probably.

T.K. carefully shut the door behind him and crept down the hall in his socks.

"T.K.? Is that you?" his mom shouted from the kitchen. T.K. cringed; he hadn't wanted to get caught.

"Yeah mom, it's me!" he called back.

"How was your day with your brother?" she asked, making her way to the front room.

"It was okay. We're going to hang out tomorrow too. We couldn't do much with it raining." He replied, giving her a fake smile.

"As long as your room is spotless, I don't mind you going. By the way, did your grab the mail on your way in?" she asked, kissing him on his forehead.

"Mo-om!" T.K. whined, using his sleeve to wipe his forehead. "No, I didn't get the mail!"

Nancy giggled, "Can't I give my son a kiss?"

T.K. rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh. "I'll go get it." he said as he slipped his shoes back on and opened the door.

"Thanks honey." She chirped.

T.K. only shook his head, his mom could be so embarrassing sometimes. T.K. trotted over to the mailbox and pulled out a handful of envelopes. He casually sorted through them on his way back to the house.

"Junk, junk, bill,…hmmm…this one doesn't have a return address." He observed as he lifted it up so that it was at eye level. It was a plain, white envelope. His mother's name was printed on the front. "It must have been hand delivered," he concluded, "there's no stamp or post mark on it."

T.K. tossed all the junk mail into the wastebasket by the door as he walked in. "Here Mom, this one's for you." He announced, handing the letter to her. "I'll be in my room okay?"

"Sure dear." His mother nodded. She flipped the letter over and lifted the flap up. Nancy withdrew a small piece of folded up paper from the envelope. After a few seconds, her eyes widened in shock.

"What…who…"she said shaking her head in disbelief. "T.K.!!!" she called.

The young boy came bounding out of his room, "Yeah Mom?"

"You're staying home tomorrow, I don't want you going out."

"But Mom…" he argued.

"No, I've made up my mind. It's final. You're staying home." She said with her arms folded.

"But we had plans…" he continued.

"Don't argue with me mister." She said eyeing him.

T.K. knew that look, he didn't dare say anything afterwards.

"Call your brother and tell him you can't make it." she said directing him towards the phone.

"Alright." T.K. sighed.

The next day was spent in complete boredom for T.K. Not only did his mother forbid him to go anywhere, she kept him busy all day with chores. He'd already scrubbed the floors, vacuumed, watered the plants, washed the breakfast dishes, and cleaned his room, all by lunch time.

T.K. plopped down on the couch in exhaustion. "T.K.!" his mother called.

"What now!?" he moaned and slowly rose to his feet.

"Here, take the trash out." She said handing him a filled garbage bag.

T.K. yanked it from her grasp. "Anything else?" he asked sarcastically. She gave him a concerned look.

"Look, I have my reasons for not letting you see your brother. Please, just cooperate with me today." she all but pleaded.

T.K.'s natural good-heartedness took over and he accepted defeat. Maybe he could see Matt another day.

"Sorry Mom." He said, his tone softening. She smiled at him.

"When you're done with that, you can take a break."

T.K. proceeded out the front door and headed towards the drive-way. It was such a beautiful day, he mused. The sun was out and birds were chirping. Now he wished more than ever he could be spending it with his brother. T.K. stood in the drive-way for almost five minutes day-dreaming before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He lifted the lid off the trash can and began to hoist the big black bag into it.

T.K. stopped and turn his head suddenly when he heard the screeching of car tires as the same black car from the day before came reeling around the corner. He jumped back, narrowly dodging the front fender as it lurched into his drive-way. A behemoth of a man stepped out of the car and reached out for T.K. The boy stumbled backwards trying to escape the large man's grasp. A gigantic hand shot out and grabbed him by his shirt collar, lifting him into the air with little effort.

"MO—!!" he began to scream, when another hand clamped over his mouth. T.K. fought and struggled as best he could, but the large man overpowered him. Before he knew it, he was thrown into the back seat of the car. His head slammed into the window on the opposite side from which he was flung. T.K. winced and clutched at the back of his head. His captor jumped in after him and shut the car door.

"Got him!" he grunted to the driver and the car peeled out of the small drive-way.

T.K. looked up at the big man that sat next to him. His entire being flooded with panic and fear.

"Who are you!? What do you want with me!?" he screamed. This little outburst caused him to receive a back handed slap from the large man. T.K. covered his face and squeezed his eyes shut just as they began to tear up. When he withdrew his hands, they were covered in blood. His nose was bleeding, he realized.

"Hey take it easy Mac!" the driver hollered. "The boss wants him in one piece!"

"Just keep driving!" the large man boomed, making the whole car vibrate with the sound of his voice. "You don't tell me how to do my job, and I won't tell you how to do yours."

A few blocks later, the vehicle came to a stop at a red light. T.K. figured that now was the perfect opportunity to try and escape. He reached for the handle on the door and shook it wildly.

"Knock it off!" the large man warned, a small smirk spread over his face. "Child safety locks." He pointed out before raising his hand to strike. T.K. began to pound on the windows in an attempt to draw the attention of other motorists. This time when the man's hand came down he clenched T.K. by the throat and shoved him against the window. Tears began to well up in the boy's eyes and for a slight second the man felt some sort of sympathy for him, but all that vanished in the blink of an eye. The man whom the driver addressed only as "Mac" watched as the blood from T.K.'s nose oozed down his hand and onto the car seat. T.K. was relieved when the man did not tighten his grip. After a few seconds he released his vice-like hold and T.K. slumped down in his seat.

"Can I at least know where you are taking me?" he asked fearfully, wiping at the blood with the back of his hand.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll know the area quite well when we get there." He replied, the same evil smirk crossing his lips a second time.

"Relax kid," the driver began, "cuz your brother's gonna be joining you soon."

"My brother!?" T.K. exclaimed, "You better leave him alone!" he yelled furiously.

"And what are you gonna do about it squirt!?" Mac laughed.

T.K. clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth; no one was allowed to call him "squirt" except for Matt. Before he knew what he was doing his fist flew up into the face of a very surprised Mac.

"Dammit!!" Mac yelped in pain. His hands flew up to shield his face from any further onslaught.

"What happened?!" the driver yelled, swerving to the side of the road.

"That little bastard hit me!" he exclaimed. Mac rolled his tongue around inside his mouth and winced a few times before spitting something out into his open palm.

The driver whirled around to see what all the commotion was about, "Something for the tooth fairy?" he chuckled.

"Shut up and drive!" Mac boomed. The driver's face went pale and he immediately turned back around and placed his hands on the steering wheel.

Mac glared at T.K. and held up the tooth for him to see. The young boy sat back in amazement, he was rather proud of himself at that particular moment. He didn't realize how good of a hit he had gotten in, though his hand started throbbing as the after effects began to set in a few seconds later. The driver rounded a corner and stopped outside of a tall building, which T.K. recognized immediately.

Mac began to approach T.K. and the boy flattened himself against the car door, trying to escape whatever punishment he was about to receive.

"An eye for an eye," Mac snarled, "and a tooth for a tooth." Just as he was about to lunge at the boy, the driver hollered out that they had arrived at their destination.

"I'll deal with you later." Mac growled. T.K. gulped. Mac exited the car, and T.K. could only watch in horror as he approached the complex. There was no way he could warn Matt. He felt completely useless. The blonde boy hung his head in defeat, he almost wanted to cry, but felt compelled not to show weakness around his captors.

Upstairs, Mac had completely trashed the Ishida's apartment in search of Matt.

"Where is he!?" the large man exclaimed, glancing around the disheveled room. He turned towards the door and lumbered back down the hall into the elevator, not even bothering to shut the front door on his way out. T.K. sat very still in the backseat of the car, until he witnessed some movement out of the corner of his eye. He immediately dove towards the car window and peered out, relieved to see Mac exiting the building without his brother in tow.

The dumpster lid slammed shut, and Matt leaned up against it and wiped his brow. He let out a long sigh and brushed his hands on his pants.

"I hate trash day." He remarked to no one in particular. A loud crash jolted him to his feet and he whirled around in time to see a mangy looking cat trotting out of an overturned garbage can. A scowl crossed his face and he just sat there shaking his head. He had been in a sour mood the entire day and it was all because of T.K. Matt watched as the cat hopped up to the large dumpster in two fluid leaps.

"What kind of lame excuse is that anyway?" Matt said to the cat, who was busy licking its paw. He slammed his fist into a pile of empty cardboard boxes piled up next to the dumpster. The cat jumped and nearly fell off the green lid of the large bin. Matt let out a small laugh. "Now I guess we're even." The cat pulled itself back to its feet and composed itself once again on the top of the bin. It watched him intently, as if it was expecting another outburst.

"I mean he was the one complaining that we never spent time together, and then he turns around and tells me he can't make it today. And for what?" he addressed the cat, throwing his arms up in the air. "Because his room wasn't cleaned? Somehow I don't think he was being honest with me…how long does it take to clean a room??" The cat had finally lost interest in Matt's ranting and was preening itself again. "Aw, the heck with it!" Matt sighed, turning back towards the street.

T.K. was the first to notice his brother coming around the corner of the building, his voice caught in his throat. He didn't want to alert his brother on the chance that he would also reveal his location to Mac, then again what if Mac had already seen him…but what if he hadn't? T.K. shot a glance back at the large man who was approaching the car. Mac took one look at T.K. whose facial expression immediately gave away what he was trying to conceal. Mac glanced over his right shoulder to see Matt heading his way.

"Perfect." He grinned.

"NO!" T.K. shouted and began to pound his fists on the window.

"Hey! Pipe down back there!" the driver yelled, but T.K. wasn't about to listen.

Matt, who had been concentrating his attention on the ground, quickly looked up when he swore he had heard the sound of his brother's voice. He froze in his tracks and stared into the back window of the car parked at the curb. That was T.K.!

"Matt look out!!!" his brother screamed.

"Wha-?" he started to reply, when someone tackled him to the ground. Matt hit the concrete hard, it felt as though an elephant had landed on him. He scrambled to get back up, but soon found out how impossible it was. The large man had him pinned to the floor. He slowly rose to his feet, bringing Matt with him. The boy started to struggle a bit, but stopped when two large arms linked around his. Mac jerked him around to face the car and Matt winced in pain. His arms were pinned behind his back and Mac was applying pressure, which caused them to stretch painfully inwards.

"You gonna stop?" Mac hissed.

Matt jammed his foot down on top of Mac's, making the big man release his grip.

"I hate kids!" Mac exclaimed, holding his sore foot.

Matt took this opportunity to run, even though he hated to leave his little brother behind, he knew that the two of them being kidnapped would not help the situation. He took one last fearful look at T.K. before tearing down the street. Mac quickly recovered and began pursuit. He signaled to the driver to take off.

Matt's heart was pounding in his chest, he couldn't remember a time when he had been so scared and so confused. He continued to run until he reached the corner where he was about to cross the street, when the black car zoomed up and met him at the curb. Matt swung a quick right and pounded up the block, he could hear footsteps echoing behind him and this only served as an incentive to run faster.

The blonde boy knew if he stayed on the main sidewalk, the car would still be able to catch him, so he turned down the first alley he could find. Every couple of feet he would toss garbage cans, boxes, and anything else lying about, in the path, hoping that this would stall the larger man so he could get away faster.

Meanwhile, the black car careened around corners and zipped through stop lights in pursuit of the teenager. T.K. was thrown to and fro in the back seat due to his lack of a safety belt. He finally latched on to the back of the driver's seat and held himself there. If he could stop the driver, then maybe he'd be able to escape, he thought. T.K. reached over the seat and wrapped his arms around the man's neck.

"Let go you little-!" the driver responded, swerving left and right. He knew he couldn't take his hands off the wheel.

"Stop the car!!" T.K. yelled.

"No!" the driver replied stubbornly. Eventually, one of them would have to give.

Terrified motorists swerved their cars out of the way, in an attempt to dodge the runaway vehicle. T.K. held the man's neck with one hand and used the other to grab onto the steering wheel. He desperately fought for control of the vehicle.

At the same time, Matt was dealing with his own crisis. He had come to a dead end in the alley.

"Shit!" he cursed, as he gazed up at the brick wall prohibiting his escape. He glanced back over his shoulder to see Mac closing in.

"I can do this!" he encouraged himself and took a few steps back before launching himself into the air. Matt had managed to reach the top of the wall and was holding on by his fingertips. He tried to use his feet to propel himself up the wall, but it was not working. He then moved his hands around until he had a better grip and then swung his lower body up until he had made it over the wall. He jumped down to the other side, landing on his feet.

"There's no way that guy will be able to scale that thing." He said to himself. However, on the other side, Mac began to push one of the large, green dumpsters up against the wall. He then climbed to the top and gazed down over the wall. Matt stared up at him in horror.

"Oh sure, I had to do it the hard way!" he exclaimed as he moved to get away. Matt sprinted out of the alley and onto the street again, just as the black car came barreling around the corner.

T.K. now had his hands over the driver's eyes.

"I can't see!" he said, swatting at T.K.'s hands and trying to steer at the same time.

At that moment, T.K. looked ahead in terror. His brother was standing in the middle of the road.

"STOP!!!" he wailed, releasing his grip. The driver's eyes went wide as he slammed on the brakes.

Matt froze again in fear, everything was happening so fast his body did not have time to react. In one direction was the car, and in the other Mac. He was brought back to his senses when he heard the panicked shouts of his brother.

"MATT GET OUTTA THE WAY!!" T.K. screamed.

His brother had started to move, but it was too late. The car smacked into him, sending him flying up and into the windshield. Upon impact, the glass cracked and spider webbed in a thousand directions. The driver looked on in horror as blood splattered over the shattered glass. T.K.'s stomach lurched as he heard the sickening thud of his brother's body tumbling off the front end of the car and back onto the street.

The driver opened the door and jumped out. T.K. quickly climbed over the front seat and staggered out of the car. He could hear his heart pounding in his head as he stumbled over to where his brother lay in a heap on the side of the road.

"M-Matt…" he said weakly before collapsing to his knees.

Oh no! What have I done! *grins evilly* Don't ya just hate cliffhangers? Well, R+R and I'm hoping to post the next chapter soon! And if I don't I apologize now, cuz I'm working on this and another story at the same time.