My computer is up and running again. I just had to shut everything down and remove unwanted programs LOL. Now I can continue on with the story. Sorry everyone nn This is going to be a short chapter.

Chapter Thirteen

Hiro's POV

It's been a few days since we put that letter in all the newspapers. I wish they would answer us. This waiting is far worse than looking at Shuichi all broken like he was a few weeks ago. I just want to know if he's alright. The general public is wondering if there is something secret going on. The press want to know more than what we are giving them. I don't know if I want to let all of Japan know that there are plans out there to take them completely out. I don't know what to do anymore.

I move out of the studio one on the fourth floor. I was playing my guitar for a little bit. K hasn't been able locate either of them. It's like they disappeared off the face of the Earth. I don't like that feeling at all. I pass Fujisaki as I head for the outside. "Where are you going?" he asks me.

"I need to get some rest and into a new environment."

"Alright. We'll call you. Is Maiko staying with you?"

"She's been wanting to stay here a lot. Just tell her if you see her, that she can come to my house." I pick up the guitar and start for the elevator. "Oh and if Ayaka calls just tell her I'm at my house," I finish stepping into the elevator.

I haven't been able to talk to her often. I know she's worried about Yuki even though she says she's in love with me. Maybe I'll call her tonight. I move out of the elevator towards the door. Putting the guitar over my shoulder, I open the door and walk out. Instantly, reporters flock over to me pointing their microphones at me. "Mr. Nakano, are there secrets behind Mr. Yuki and Mr. Shindo's disappearances?"

"No comment," I answer pushing my way through the crowd of reporters. I need to get to my motorcycle.

"Mr. Nakano, do you have any comment to the kidnappers?"

I ignore them all mounting my motorcycle and driving away. I can't stand reporters right about now. All they focus on is the negative. If Shuichi and Yuki were to be murdered, then they would consider that the best story all year. They are like vultures only focusing on the negative and death of any situation.

I park in the alleyway beside my apartment and walk up the stairs to my room. I walk inside just as the phone starts to ring. I place my guitar down on the floor and answer it. "Hello?"

"Hiro, how are you?"

"I'm just fine Ayaka. How about yourself?"

"I'm doing alright. I'm worried about Eiri, but I assume you are worried just as much about Shuichi."

"You can say that. Ayaka, I'm kinda tired do you mind if we cut this short. I promise to call you in the morning, okay?"

"Yes, sure, of course. I understand completely. Get some sleep. Lots of it," she says as I instantly feel guilty.

"Thank you, Ayaka, I love you. Bye."

"Love you, too. Good night." I hang up the phone and move over to the bed collapsing on it. I just want all this to go away. There is nothing I can do for them right about now. I close my eyes not even bothering to make myself comfortable. When this is all over, I'll sleep for a good week.

Third POV

A dark figure steps out of a dark car that just pulled up to Hiro's apartment building. He wears all black and is carrying a small black box. He carefully climbs the stairs attempting to not make one single sound to alert any other person. He reaches Hiro's door and carefully sets the box down as if it's a bomb waiting to go off. The dark figure moves away from the door and starts his way back downstairs. He checks around wondering if anyone is watching him before climbing back into the black car.

The car crawls away from the building and drives quietly towards the countryside. After about an hour, the car pulls up into a tree-covered driveway. It stops right in front of the shadowed house looking invisible to all those who do not know of its presence. The figure exit's the car as it drives away further down the dirt path. He enters into the house and walks blind like up to the second floor. He enters into a room only lit by candles lining the whole interior. "The package has been delivered," the figure comments lowly to the other man sitting in his chair behind a desk.

"Good job," the long haired man says. "Now we'll see what will happen. Check on the prisoners. Make sure they are not plotting any type of escape." The dark figure bows and leaves the room following his instincts down to the basement.

Sorry Cliffhanger nn I'm working on the next chapter now so don't worry I won't let you go without knowing for too long. Thank you for reading please review!

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