Author's note: I do NOT own The Finder Series
All mistakes are mine. Takaba Akihito is referred to as Ikeda Kasumi. Only for a few chapters due to him changing his name.
Chapter 1: Disappearances are never a good thing ~
Ikeda paced nervously up and down in the living room. Ichiro, his five year old son was missing. He had a really bad feeling and it wasn't going away. He had waited outside his school but Ichiro had not come out. No one knew where he was, including his teachers.
The police were called within the first few minutes. Ikeda had demanded an explanation from his teachers. How can a child go missing? Where the hell were his teachers that they allowed this to happen?
It was ticking past twenty four hours of his disappearance. Ikeda wanted his son back so bad, he would do anything. He had searched everywhere for hours on hours but only came back empty handed. The bad feeling wasn't going away. No. It was only getting stronger.
Where are you Ichiro?
"Mr Kasumi please sit down."
Ikeda stopped pacing and stared at the detective in charge of his son's disappearance.
"If you were in my shoes what would you be doing now?" Ikeda shot back.
The detective sighed, "Probably what you're doing."
"Exactly."
"The whole school ground has been searched and we have talked with all the teachers. We have looked through all security cameras and nothing has come up. It could be that Ichiro somehow sneaked out from under the teachers' nose."
Ikeda's eyes flashed angrily, "My son is five years old. He doesn't sneak out, or misbehave or do anything reckless. He's a five year old boy for goodness sake. If his teachers were doing their fucking job he wouldn't be out there alone."
"I mean no disrespect when I say this detective Takahiro but if my son is not found, I will personally drag your name through the mud."
"Mr Kasumi…-"
Ikeda slammed his hands onto the table, "NO. Mr Takahiro you have twenty four hours left. I want my son found well before the time is up. Or I will take it in my hands to find my own son."
"As you wish." The detective left Ikeda to his thoughts.
Ikeda stood up and went into his study. He opened his locked draw and took out a file. It was labelled 'Asami Ryuichi'.
He picked up a recent picture of 'Asami Ryuichi and stared at his former lover.
"I swear Ryuichi if you have got my son, I will finish what I started a long time ago."
Ichiro curled himself into a ball. His eyes red and puffy with tears. He wanted his dad so much, it hurt.
"Hey kid. You awake."
Ichiro began to shiver uncontrollably.
"Look I brought you some food."
"I know you're hungry."
Ichiro slowly turned to face his captor, "I want my dad…please."
"As soon as he complies with my demands you can go home."
"Please." The young boy begged.
"Eat. You're going to need the energy."
Ichiro began to sob and shake in fear, "PLEASE. I just want to go home. Daddy, daddy."
The door slammed shut and Ichiro was left alone in the dark again.
"I just want my daddy. Please."
His plea went unheard.
Ikeda looked at the clock for the tenth time. Ichiro was nowhere to be found. Though there had been a breakthrough with the investigation. Apparently Ichiro had been abducted. By who, they didn't know.
His cell phone rang and Ikeda knew it wasn't good. He looked at the caller ID and his heart began to beat at an alarming rate.
"Hello."
"Daddy, daddy…."
Ikeda's heart stopped beating, "ICHIRO!"
"Mr Ikeda Kasumi."
"Where is my son?" Ikeda growled.
Detective Takahiro knew this was coming. The boy was being held for a reason. By who, they didn't know. He tried to trace the call but failed miserably. Takahiro could only listen and watch on.
"No. I talk, you listen."
Ikeda's eyes flashed dangerously, "Fuck. You. I want my son!"
"Goodbye Mr Ikeda." The caller hung up.
Ikeda looked at his phone in shock. His face pale as a sheet and his breathing laboured.
"N-n-no no no NOOOOOO."
The photographer fell to his knees and sobbed uncontrollably. What have I done? My precious, beautiful boy.
"I'm sorry Ichiro."
Feedback is welcome. To be continued...