Author's Notes...Um, hi, Been a while huh? eheh. Anyways, we're getting close to the end of the first sequel and i really hope I'm starting to make sense....or at least i'm trying. I know I haven't explained somethings, but we are getting to them!
Redemption...pt 4
"He's alive. He's alive. He's Alive!" Breathing hard, Shuichi's eyes narrowed as the recording continued, "Tohma's alive.." His mouth formed a hard line and he reached out a finger, pressing the stop button before erasing the entire thing. " You're back Siamese..."
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"I'm not playing this time, Siamese" K read the note and scowled. What the hell was this? Barely two weeks after the break in, here was another note, waiting in studio 3. "Goddamn it" he muttered, reaching for his cell phone, If this Siamese wanted a fight, he'd give him one.
"Another one?" Tohma asked as a folder was handed to him, Siberian being the designated deliverer. "Yup," the brunette answered, flopping down on the couch and flicking the television in their basement on, waiting for Siamese to read it. "I'm not playing anymore…" Tohma murmured before he looked up at the younger agent, his eyes wide, "It can't be…"
"Shuichi?" Ryuichi asked, his voice high pitched and in the child like state that Shuichi found most comforting. The boy raised his eyes from the ground, their most common resting point these days, and looked at the older singer in apprehension. "Sorry Sakuma-san, did you say something?" Ryuichi looked like he was thinking hard for a moment with his hands folded under his chin and pursed lips, " Does Shu-chan have a belly ache?" he finally asked, eyes wide and a finger tapping his face. Shuichi blinked at the question before gathering the wit to reply, "No Sakuma-san I'm fine. I was just thinking." Shuichi stepped back a step as the older man gasped and clutched Kumagorou to his chest, "No! Shu-chan!! You shouldn't think so much! It will make your brain explode!" Shuichi managed a weak grin and waved his hand, "It's okay Sakuma-san, My brain won't explode."
Bombay watched, slightly amused as Siamese started shoving his clothes into a small overnight bag, "Are you kidnapping me again?" he asked pleasantly, turning from his computer as Tohma finished packing and closed the straps on it, handing it to the boy. "Not this time, I'm afraid your team mates expressed, um, slight disagreements with me over that point, You're all going on holiday for a week or so." Bombay blinked, "All of us? As in the five of us?" Tohma shook his head no as he shut down and unplugged the boy's computer before ushering him downstairs. "No, the four of you. I have to see someone." Bombay stopped midstep and turned to face the older agent, "No way, you don't think…?" Tohma sighed and answered, not looking at the boy, "Yes, I think Mamoru may be back."
"Do the others know?" Bombay asked, a little breathless. "About there being a threat to your life yes, about the Mamoru factor, no" Bombay groaned, " I thought this was all dealt with, I thought Hirofumi was the last one to be a threat." Tohma nodded grimly before pushing the boy lightly to start moving again, "I thought so too."
Yuki was once again idly searching though the databases in a last ditch attempt to find something on the ones who'd taken Shuichi and killed Tohma. In the past month he'd started to lose hope that he would be able to find the murderers, and mete out any punishment at all. He placed his head in his hands and murmured under his breath, "I'm sorry my friend, I can't even avenge you." The computer beeped and Yuki looked up, startled. A note. A new note had been found just within the last few minutes, I'm back Siamese…
Tohma skulked through the halls of NG quietly and carefully, it wouldn't do to be caught now, when he was possibly closing in on the note writer. He ducked into studio 4 as an armed guard patrolled the halls, obviously K's work. "I'm sorry Mr K", Tohma whispered as he flicked a knife into his hand and strode out to confront the guard.
Yuki growled from behind the wheel of his Porsche as a traffic accident had brought what was once a busy road To a stand still. "Damn it" he growled as the phone in his hand rang out for the fifth time. " Where the hell is everybody?"
Ryuichi looked around the studios of NG as the lights all suddenly dropped off, leaving the room in natural lighting, "What?"
Inside the dark head office, a small smile broke out over the dark face as he reclined in the comfortable chair behind the desk, "come to me Siamese.."
Redemption...pt 4
"He's alive. He's alive. He's Alive!" Breathing hard, Shuichi's eyes narrowed as the recording continued, "Tohma's alive.." His mouth formed a hard line and he reached out a finger, pressing the stop button before erasing the entire thing. " You're back Siamese..."
"I'm not playing this time, Siamese" K read the note and scowled. What the hell was this? Barely two weeks after the break in, here was another note, waiting in studio 3. "Goddamn it" he muttered, reaching for his cell phone, If this Siamese wanted a fight, he'd give him one.
"Another one?" Tohma asked as a folder was handed to him, Siberian being the designated deliverer. "Yup," the brunette answered, flopping down on the couch and flicking the television in their basement on, waiting for Siamese to read it. "I'm not playing anymore…" Tohma murmured before he looked up at the younger agent, his eyes wide, "It can't be…"
"Shuichi?" Ryuichi asked, his voice high pitched and in the child like state that Shuichi found most comforting. The boy raised his eyes from the ground, their most common resting point these days, and looked at the older singer in apprehension. "Sorry Sakuma-san, did you say something?" Ryuichi looked like he was thinking hard for a moment with his hands folded under his chin and pursed lips, " Does Shu-chan have a belly ache?" he finally asked, eyes wide and a finger tapping his face. Shuichi blinked at the question before gathering the wit to reply, "No Sakuma-san I'm fine. I was just thinking." Shuichi stepped back a step as the older man gasped and clutched Kumagorou to his chest, "No! Shu-chan!! You shouldn't think so much! It will make your brain explode!" Shuichi managed a weak grin and waved his hand, "It's okay Sakuma-san, My brain won't explode."
Bombay watched, slightly amused as Siamese started shoving his clothes into a small overnight bag, "Are you kidnapping me again?" he asked pleasantly, turning from his computer as Tohma finished packing and closed the straps on it, handing it to the boy. "Not this time, I'm afraid your team mates expressed, um, slight disagreements with me over that point, You're all going on holiday for a week or so." Bombay blinked, "All of us? As in the five of us?" Tohma shook his head no as he shut down and unplugged the boy's computer before ushering him downstairs. "No, the four of you. I have to see someone." Bombay stopped midstep and turned to face the older agent, "No way, you don't think…?" Tohma sighed and answered, not looking at the boy, "Yes, I think Mamoru may be back."
"Do the others know?" Bombay asked, a little breathless. "About there being a threat to your life yes, about the Mamoru factor, no" Bombay groaned, " I thought this was all dealt with, I thought Hirofumi was the last one to be a threat." Tohma nodded grimly before pushing the boy lightly to start moving again, "I thought so too."
Yuki was once again idly searching though the databases in a last ditch attempt to find something on the ones who'd taken Shuichi and killed Tohma. In the past month he'd started to lose hope that he would be able to find the murderers, and mete out any punishment at all. He placed his head in his hands and murmured under his breath, "I'm sorry my friend, I can't even avenge you." The computer beeped and Yuki looked up, startled. A note. A new note had been found just within the last few minutes, I'm back Siamese…
Tohma skulked through the halls of NG quietly and carefully, it wouldn't do to be caught now, when he was possibly closing in on the note writer. He ducked into studio 4 as an armed guard patrolled the halls, obviously K's work. "I'm sorry Mr K", Tohma whispered as he flicked a knife into his hand and strode out to confront the guard.
Yuki growled from behind the wheel of his Porsche as a traffic accident had brought what was once a busy road To a stand still. "Damn it" he growled as the phone in his hand rang out for the fifth time. " Where the hell is everybody?"
Ryuichi looked around the studios of NG as the lights all suddenly dropped off, leaving the room in natural lighting, "What?"
Inside the dark head office, a small smile broke out over the dark face as he reclined in the comfortable chair behind the desk, "come to me Siamese.."