AN: Okay so chapter three. Now, for you people who are reading this and leaving no reviews, there will be no chapter four if there are no reviews. This is chapter three, and I only got like two. Come on. Anyways. Yeah you know the whole disclaimer thing and no flames. REVIEWS!

Tatsuki woke up to find himself in a corner of the brightly lit room, bound and gagged. Kotarou was lying next to him and had not yet woken up. He turned his head to observe more of the room. He saw Yuuto leaned up against a wooden crate in front of the large screen. He appeared to be sleeping. He too was both bound and gagged. He began to work his way into a sitting position when he heard a voice from behind the large screen.

" Well I see you've woken up. I was beginning to wonder whether I had hit you too hard."

The person who walked out was the same guy Tatsuki had been seeing in his "visions". Teenager, wearing black, he was sure of it. The guy walked over to him and grabbed his jacket and began to drag Tatsuki over to where Yuuto was sitting. Yuuto woke up and saw him. His eyes got big and he started squirming.

"Hold still Mr. Hero. Mr. Rescue is here for some group shots." The man said, referring to Yuuto as Mr. Hero because he stopped him in the mall and Tatsuki as Mr. Rescue because he assumed he had come to save Yuuto.

He dragged him to the crate and walked over to a camera sitting on a tripod. The whole setup reminded Tatsuki of when they did yearbook pictures at school. He set a few things on the camera and then turned when he heard a noise from the corner. Kotarou had woken up and kicked a piece of loose camera equipment.

"And the last sleeping beauty has awoken." Said the attacker.

He did the same thing as Tatsuki and dragged Kotarou to the other boys. He went back over to his camera made a few more adjustments and turned to a camera bag. Tatsuki and Yuuto looked to Kotarou when they saw he was concentrating very hard on one spot on the floor. He in fact had wormed one of his wrists out of the binds and was working on the ones on his feet and the last one on his other wrist. All while keeping still enough to not give that away. He slowly worked over to Tatsuki's binds and Tatsuki to Yuuto's. The demented photographer turned around just as they were getting up. He looked at all of them.

"Very clever, now what though? Are you going to kill me?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

Tatsuki threw a punch and it hit its mark. The photographer hit the floor. They turned to find the stairs. They headed towards the door. Kotarou turned for one last look at the guy. He had pulled a gun. Kotarou yelled but it was too late. The gun fired and Yuuto hit the floor. The guy, bleeding from a head wound inflicted by Tatsuki, passed out.

" Oh god no." whispered Kotarou at the site of his bleeding friend.

The bullet had hit him in the right shoulder. He was bleeding profusely and shaking badly. Tatsuki put his arm under his and yelled for Kotarou to do the same. The three stumbled out of the building. No one had a cell phone. No one had an actual car. There was one motorcycle and hardly any time. Somehow they all managed to get on the bike. Tatsuki drove, Yuuto was in the middle, and Kotarou was in the back making sure that Yuuto wouldn't fall off. The trio raced to the hospital, about a ten-minute drive from Shindo Lane. They arrived and stumbled into the hospital. Doctor's came rushing towards them, taking Yuuto and putting him on a gurney. They raced to an emergency room, leaving the two boys alone in the lobby.

" I'm sorry Tatsuki." Kotarou said quietly to his cousin twenty minutes later in the lobby.

" It's not your fault. I didn't have to follow you." That was the last thing Tatsuki said while they waited.

It was about three hours later that a doctor came out and located the boys. Kotarou stood up while Tatsuki just sat there.

" I'm afraid he's still unstable. We're moving him to O.R. immediately for more surgery. It looks like the bullet punctured his lung."

AN: Okay. Another chapter down another cliffie we have. So review or no more Hands Offy goodness.