Here is chapter 10! I'm so excited that the story is up to 10 chapters already! Thank you to all of my readers and those of you that have reviewed, favorited, or followed. I really appreciate your support.

Review Responses:

Padfoot Starfyre: I really don't know what to say without revealing anything… so thank you for reviewing! XD

Patricia Walker (Guest): Well, Tora is a tough nut to crack so the push kind of needed to be more of a bombshell. About him flipping the world to find Kei, he definitely has the resources to do so. If you have any suggestions for wedding details, I would love to hear them!

MystearicaBlaze: There's no need to apologize! We all have lives outside of fanfiction. I'm glad you like the way the story is progressing and I also almost died from fangirling when I wrote that line. Misaki and Takumi having something to do with Kei missing? That's an interesting theory you have there.

existaential: I'm glad you find my overall idea interesting! You're welcome for the support and thank you for supporting me!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

"I don't care what it takes, Igarashi. You get my godson back!" Misaki hadn't brought out the 'demon president' side of her since she graduated from Seika High. It's showing right now, though not at full force. Not that it did much good anyway. Tora never was one to be bothered by it, unlike the guys from Seika. Today, the 'demon president' emerged because of her anger at the situation.

Irritation is what he felt right now. Towards everything. Towards his work, Misaki's well-intended implications that he wouldn't try his hardest to get Kei back, whoever took Kei, and even himself. That irritation didn't extend to his fiancée, however. Of anyone, she obviously got hurt the worst and him being irrationally irritated at her wouldn't make her feel any better.

"Unfortunately, Misaki, the only thing I'm able to do as of right now is wait for the police to have some sort of development." With his stern voice, she calmed down.

Sighing, she crossed her arms in front of her. "Sorry. I'm just worried is all. Let me know when something happens." Misaki exited his office and he ran a hand through his hair. A brief knock on his door sounded soon after that.

"Come in," he announced and Suzume entered.

Walking up to the edge of his desk, she gingerly placed her fingertips on the dark wood. "Your mother and I were going to start making official plans for the wedding. Would you like to join us?"

He wanted to say no, but he also knew that he should be contributing something. "I have to finish looking over this document. I'll join you after."

Suzume silently nodded. "Have you heard anything yet?" She was trying to distract herself by doing things that might keep her mind busy – hence beginning to plan the wedding. As much as it seemed like she was alright on the outside, she was continuously crumbling on the inside.

It pained him to tell her, even though he didn't show it. "Not a thing."

"I'll see you in the parlor then." A forced smile graced her lips. Turning around to leave, she left Tora to finish his business.

No doubt, he was already completely bored out of his mind. Why would he care what the color scheme of their wedding is or what kind of flowers they had? From his point of view, the ceremony is only a formality that attracts the media's attention.

He knew that many women dreamed of planning their own wedding and making sure it lived up to their dreams but (1) he isn't a woman and (2) wedding details are usually more important to the bride rather than the groom. In their situation, Tora didn't think that his fiancée would be so gung-ho about it all. Clearly, he was wrong. It's not that he had any issues with it, he was surprised is all.

His mother had called a wedding planner, Shizuma Kaori, to join them, most likely to make the whole process easier and less stressful. Even if those were her intentions, he felt the opposite. Between the endless number of questions and all three women inquiring about his opinions, he was starting to feel the beginnings of a headache.

They'd decided to hold the ceremony on October 16th and that had been the only thing that Tora really cared to comment on. All the other decisions weren't nearly as important to him.

Suzume figured out the color scheme – turquoise, lilac, and silver – with some help from his mother. The details that created the foundation of what the wedding would look like were the first to be sorted out – such as colors – and they were the only things mentioned today. Everything was jotted down in the wedding planner's journal which had been labeled with Tora and Suzume's names.

After two and a half hours of wedding talk, they were finished for the day. Another appointment was set up then Kaori bid them farewell. His mother departed from the room right behind her.

"Thank you for enduring that. I know it's not what you expected to be doing today," Suzume remarked as she rose from her place beside him. "I'm leaving to meet my brother. If you receive any news while I'm gone, call me."

Walking through the door, she noticed Michio sitting in a booth located at the back of the coffee shop like she asked where they would be away from windows – and hopefully prying eyes. Paparazzi were chomping at the bit to get any kind of scoop involving her and the Igarashis since they caught wind of Kei's disappearance.

Her brother looked up at the jingling bell that sounded by the entrance and the sound of footsteps approaching. "So, you have a security detail now," he stated with amusement in his eyes. To see his sister accepting something that gives the impression of her being wealthy was unusual.

She slid into the booth across from him. His amusement was enough for her to know that he had no clue about what happened. "There's a reason for that," she started and paused to take a deep breath. "Kei went missing yesterday. Someone kidnapped him out of his crib." After the information came out of her mouth, it surprised her that Michio kept his cool.

"Please tell me that's just a terrible joke." He pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes.

Silent for a few seconds, she pressed her lips together at her brother's plea. "I wish it was. The police are investigating but there's nothing so far."

"What about that fiancé of yours?" he snapped. So much for him keeping his cool.

Oddly enough, Suzume found herself compelled to defend Tora and slightly angered with what her brother implied. Tora may come across as though he doesn't care any other time, but his actions during the past 24 hours have been plenty of justification. Her words came out stern. "Don't you turn this on him. He's done nothing wrong. He's even dealing with me staying in his bedroom… oops."

"You're staying in his bedroom?!" The fatal mistake of mentioning that small detail was enough to bring out his overprotectiveness that came along with having a sister, especially a younger one.

"After what happened yesterday, would you rather I be all alone in my own room?!" That's how their argument ended so quickly. She always had some sort of retort to shut him up when they argued.

Standing from his seat, Michio sighed. "By any means, no. This is just a lot to take in at once. You're my baby sister, Suzume. It's my job to be protective of you and my nephew. I just worry that Igarashi is only seeing his engagement to you as entertainment."

Seeing her brother turn away, she made him stop as she asked with a hint of sadness, "Are you leaving already?"

"No, I just have to use the restroom. I drank some coffee before you got here." Right after giving his answer, he briskly made his way to the bathrooms and his sister laughed.

While he was away from the table, she went up to the front counter and ordered her own drink. There were eyes burning holes into the back of her head the whole time, but she knew it was only her security detail doing their job. Once she returned to her table, their stares let up.

Not long after, a young boy looking quite frightened walked over to deliver her order. At the same time as he put her drink down, he also handed her a piece of paper and whispered to her that a man asked him to give it to her. The boy scurried away right after and she couldn't help but hope he felt alright.

Reading the note, she understood just why he appeared so freaked out. Her spine became rigid and her hands slightly shook. She needed to get home. Quickly.