Chapter Six: Kidnap at Midnight

"You can sleep now, Kazahaya." Rikuo whispered to the boy laying in the angelic white sheets. He had carried him all the way to the nearest hotel even though his feet gave out on him a couple of times. It hurt, but he had the will to continue on. Only for Kazahaya. He had cleaned him up and rid him of the black ash coating his face.

"Thank you." Kazahaya said and tilted his head over to look at him. The second Rikuo tried to stand up, Kazahaya pulled him straight back down in the bed. "Sleep here for tonight." He demanded. Like an obedient dog, the psychic laid next to him and turned to face him. He moved to press his face back to Rikuo's chest and wrap his arms around his neck, clinging tightly onto him so he couldn't move. His body shifted himself to where he was comfortable.

"You could be my snuggle boy." He chortled. His fingers combed through the light brown hair. He wrapped one leg around his waist and his free arm found its way to the small of his back, holding him protectively. He was willing to give up anything and everything for the boy.

"I probably could." Kudo said. His words were muffled because of Rikuo's chest in the way of his mouth and words. He didn't mind it. The comfort and warmth of his body was all he wanted and needed.

"Now get to bed snuggle boy. We have a long day tomorrow." He rubbed his words against Kazahaya's forehead using his lips. He laid a butterfly kiss on his where his words were pressed then dug his face in his hair, loving the smell cascading from the brown strands. It was a florescent scent–probably from the shampoo he was using. "Mmm . . . "

"Hmm?" Kazahaya enquired. He looked up to him tiredly. The emerald peering eyes showed off his tiredness greatly. The moonlight crawled down from the open window and onto the bed, coating his pale skin to make it look as though it was glowing in the dark.

"Nothing. Your hair just smells good is all." He gave him one last kiss. This one was a little bit different. It was upon the lips instead of his forehead and much harder than the last one. It lasted only for a few seconds, but it was long enough to get Kazahaya's sweet taste upon his lips.

Kudo dug his face back into Rikuo's chest to hide his blush which made Rikuo laugh once more at him. He wrinkled a chunk of his shirt in his small fists when he heard him laugh at his silly embarrassment. But he quickly overcame it when the darkness swallowed him up and pulled him into a world of sleep. Rikuo joined him not too long after.

They slept in a tight embrace that night, not one of them moved from their spot in the others arms. The two boys snored softly with each other in a slow rhythm with one right after the other. The night was pretty peaceful until there was a tiny bump that filled the room and only stirred Rikuo.

What was that . . . ? He asked in the back of his mind as he sat up. His arose from the bed to look around for their little intruder. The first place he looked was around the window. It was open of course and the best place for a person to sneak in. He sighed when he saw that there was nothing there. It was only his imagination. Or so he thought . . . out of no where, a strong arm wrapped around his chest and pinned his arms to his sides. Before he could shout for Kazhaya's help, a rag was slapped to his lips with a strong fume that he recognized as nitrous oxide. The laughing gas was quickly breathed in once he took a mistaken gasp. Rikuo suddenly felt dizzy. Everything in his world seemed to dance and jump in front of him. It was incoherent. His eyes tried to adjust to the double of everything but when he did, his was tugged deeper and deeper into the darkness. Until he finally let go and fell back into the large body behind him.

Now that I have you, Kazahaya has no choice but to give himself up to me. The yellow-eyed intruder said to himself. He lifted him up upon his shoulder and leaped back out of the window where he came from, not making one sound that woke Kazahaya's peaceful dream.

"Ugh . . . " Kazahaya groaned uncomfortably the next morning as his eyes flickered open. His hands felt around for the large body of the boy he adored, but could not find him. "Rikuo . . . ?" he called for him. But there was no answer. He figured that he had gotten up and gone to eat or something of the sort. But Rikuo was not one that woke up early . . . the ring tone and violent quivering of his cell phone went off in his back pocket. But who would be calling him at this time? He pulled it out and saw Rikuo's number written on it. He pressed the talk button and put it up to his ear. The person spoke out before he could say hello.

"Meet me at the water fountain by the first place we met." It was Leon's dark voice.

The empath's eyes widened. He knew from the moment Rikuo was missing from the bed that something was wrong. Now that Leon had Rikuo, he had no will of his own and would have to follow his orders. "What have you done to Rikuo?" he screamed in the phone. It was so loud that his lungs sounded as though they were about to burst.

"We'll talk more later. Ta-ta." He said before hanging up. There was a short pause before he heard the small beeps of the hung up phone. Without a complaint, he pushed away the covers and dashed out of the room with his feet carrying him as fast as he could.