~It's pitch black dark in this room. I tug on the ropes restraining me and keeping me tied to this dammed bed but it doesn't do any good. I swear the jackass was a boy scout or something. My face hurts like hell. Not surprising considering he sliced open the purpling skin on my cheek he punched earlier. A door slams suddenly making me jump. A girly giggle resounds just outside the door and I do something stupid. I yell for help. "HELP! HELP, LADY PLEASE HELP ME!" I scream twisting to look right at the door.
"Wha…who's that?" The woman asks.
"Nobody. Just the neighbors bratty kid." The Gamemaker growls. "Wait here." He says leaving his 'date' alone on the couch and stomping over to the room where Kaoru is. The man walks in the room and slams the door behind him. "You're gonna regret that scream." He says angrily. I look at his angry face with eyes wide with fear and let out a real scream so loud I think my head might explode until a large sweaty hand clamps down on my mouth. "SHUT UP!" He yells dropping his hand and using the other one to deliver a blow so hard it makes me see stars. "You stupid little fuck! Shut your damn mouth before I cut out that little pink tongue of yours!"
"H-help…"I croak brokenly. I can hear him rifling through the dresser beside the bed for a moment and then a dirty rag is forced in my mouth. It taste like dirty and oil and something foul I can't place and I try desperately to spit it out but the Gamemaker ties it tightly behind my head.
"Now shut up or I will shut you up for good." He growls pulling he up close to his face by my hair. The stench on alcohol on his breath if obvious as glares at me. " Got it you little piece of shit?" He demands nearly spitting in my face and I do my best to nod in his vice like grip. "Good." He releases my hair and turns to leave. Before he gets halfway to the door he turns back and kicks me in the stomach so hard I involuntarily try and curl up to protect it but don't get very far hissing when the ropes cut deeper into my raw wrists. The Gamemaker chuckles and walks back out the door leaving me alone once again. Hot tears roll down my cheeks as I wish I were back home, wish for the Host Club, for Hikaru…
Outside the room the woman giggles some more and the Gamemaker grunts something in response. I try to get my hands free once more but just end up hurting myself more so I just lie there in a stranger's house. A stranger who calls himself the 'Gamemaker' and has beat, cut, bond and gagged me. "Save me Hika...please."~
"Hikaru. Hikaru." A voice calls shaking the teen gently. His amber eyes open wide to meet Kyoya's dark onyx stare. The younger drops his gaze and sits up.
"It's my fault." He mumbles rubbing his thumb across the screen of the cell phone. His friend doesn't say anything and Hikaru forces himself to look up at the emotionless face. The redhead swallows slowly. "What time is it?"
"Eleven." The older boy replies sitting down next to his friend. " Our men have been searching for him around the clock." Hikaru inhales sharply at the word clock and the Ootori boy looks at him. "The only clue they've gotten from the cell phone you were given is a neon sign outside the window."
"T-that's all?" Hikaru asks stunned.
"Well," Kyoya fixes his glasses. " They did get the tapes from Sentini Park." The boy beside him is quiet for a while.
"Did they...can they figure out who it is?" He finely asks looking at the floor.
"They can tell it's a man from zooming in he grabbed Kaoru from behind but…it's to dark to get a clear look at his face."
"I'd like to see it." Hikaru says in a voice absent of emotion.
" don't think that's the best-" Kyoya stops when his friend cuts him off.
"He's my brother and it's my fault. At least let me seem who took him." Hikaru growls. He stands up and goes into the bathroom. A few minutes later when he comes down stairs Kyoya holds a laptop out to him and he takes a seat in the chair beside the phone and clicks play.
-Kaoru rides the carousel until the boy in charge of running tells him he's shutting it down. Kaoru laughs and smiles at the boy as he walks back toward the fountain. He doesn't turn around and see the man following him. The redheaded boy fishes in his pocket and pulls out a coin. He closes his eyes and his lips barely move as he makes his wish. The youngest Hitachiin tosses the coin into the fountain and begins to walk away. The man in the dark cloak follows two steps behind him. And then the sickening moment comes. When they reach the tree-lined path that will undoubtedly lead the teen back home the figure glances around warily before taking a cloth from his pocket. In two quick strides the man is right behind Kaoru and the hand with the cloth clamps down over the wide-eyed boy's mouth as his attacker drags him out of the light. Just before his is fully out of sight his terror filled amber gazes falls on the camera then the fighting teen's skinny body goes limp and the man drags him away.-
Hikaru stares numbly at the computer screen not wanting to believe what he has just seen. Again that sickening feeling of failure comes back as he remembers its all his fault and he almost doesn't make it to the toilet before he throws up his guts. The memory of the pure fear he saw in his little brother's face is burned into his mind and ghosts behind his tightly shut eyelids. The elder Hitachiin boy gets up and brushes his teeth again trying to get rid of the acidic taste lingering in his mouth. The teen looks at his pale, gaunt reflection in the mirror and it frightened. He's never looked so utterly fragile, his eyes never looked so dead as they do in that moment. Behind Hikaru the door creaks open slightly and a streak of grey fur slips inside the bathroom. The skinny grey cat winds itself around the boy's bare ankles purring. Hikaru finds himself taking his brother's cat into his arms and stroking it as he walks back out to the foyer.
He reclaims his seat next to the telephone and continues petting Imp. Kyoya places a comforting hand on his young friend's shoulder but doesn't say a word for a few minutes.
"It's 11:59." The youngest Ootori declares checking his watch and now two pair of eyes are fixated on the phone. The minutes seems to drag on for the two boys but even still the sharp trilling of the phone startles them both. Hikaru snatches the phone from its cradle on the second ring and brings it to his ear with a shaky hand.
"Hello?" He asks in a broken tone. There is no sound at the other end of the line and Hikaru's heartbeat quickens. "Hello!" He tries again. "Hello! I'm here! Hello!" His frantic pleas are met with a dark chuckle.
"Hello Hikaru. Are you ready to play?"