Chapter XIII - Kidnapping
Shuichi glanced at his watch: It was December 24th. Me and Yuki were supposed to spend our first Christmas together. Shuichi was feeling nostalgic.
'Why, Yuki?', cried Shuichi, as his eyes started to tear a little. He didn't want to cry, though. Not over Yuki. He wanted to hate Yuki. But he couldn't.
Shuichi wanted to forget Yuki, but he couldn't do that either. Shuichi kicked the futon. Futons don't take very well to being kicked, however, so Shuichi just wound up with a sore foot. Shuichi contemplated kicking the futon again, but decided the better of it.
'SHUICHI!', yelled Ryuichi.
Before Shuichi could answer, however, Ryuichi had found him. 'Shuichi!', cried Ryuichi, 'I've been looking everywhere for you!' Ryuichi attacked Shuichi with an enormous group hug (Kumagoro was included, naturally).
'Hello, Ryuichi,' responded Shuichi, without his usual enthusiasm. Naturally, he was still upset over Yuki.
'Shuichi, you're not doing anything tonight, are you?'
'No.'
'Touma-san's having a Christmas party tonight, wanna go? It's gonna be soo much fun! I love parties!'
Normally, Shuichi loved parties too. Unless they were boring. But how many parties are boring with Shuichi there?
Shuichi contemplated going- he didn't want to spend Christmas eve holed up alone- until it occurred to him that Yuki might be there. He and Touma are friends, after all. He definitely did not want to see Yuki. There was no telling what he might do.
'No... I think I'll stay here. Or maybe visit my family, or something.'
Shuichi hadn't seen his family for a while, it's not like it would've hurt him to go. They might not even recognize him. He just wanted to stay here, and wallow in his nostalgia, alone.
'Pwease?' pleaded Ryuichi, with puppy-dog eyes, 'It'll be boring without you, Shu-chan!'
As glad as Shuichi was that his idol thought he was interesting, he still didn't want to go. Not that it mattered. K had just quietly snuck in, and was behind Shuichi, with a gun.
Shuichi was nervous, naturally, and had a cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
'Eh... K-san?'
'Yes?'
'Why is there a gun pointed at my head?'
'So that you'll come to Touma's party.'
'Okay,' replied Shuichi, meekly.
Shuichi snuck a look at the clock, it was 11:55 PM. It looked like they'd arrive pretty late. Why didn't K come earlier? It doesn't make much sense to go to a party this late, thought Shuichi. Or something along those lines, he wasn't quite that calm.
'Come along, Shuichi. We're going now.'
Shuichi started -slowly- toward the door. He didn't want to move too suddenly - he was afraid he might provoke K into shooting him. Shuichi was fond of his brains, thank you very much.