AN: Welp, so much for updating the next weak. NERVOUS LAUGHTER

Anyways, I'm finally back with the second chapter! Sorry if this chapter isn't good enough. I tried. ^^'

I really set the boundary with the first chapter and I dunno if this is as good as the first hhhhh

But alas, here is the second chapter.

The next chapter is where shit REALLY starts. *clapclap*

Enjoy~ And thank you for the amazing response to this story! I'm blown away by your guys' support!

Also there is strong language in this.

Just to warn you.

"Turn around, would you, please?"

Tadashi didn't want to comply. He didn't want to give the sick fuck behind him the satisfaction. But he couldn't be foolish in a situation like this.

Hiro's life was at stake here.

And that was the only thing compelling him to turn around and face his surprise 'guest' with great reluctance.

"Thank you."

Tadashi glared as a response to the other's voice.

"Where is he?" Tadashi's question was short and stone cold. He wanted a forward answer; not one that would beat around the bush.

Hiro was missing.

And it was all this stranger's fault.

"Where's who? I just got here-"

"Don't you dare lie to me!" Tadashi snapped. "Now answer the question. Where is my brother?!"

How dare he have the audacity to break into my home and play innocent about Hiro?!

The shorter man in front of him grinned slyly through the darkness, his white teeth shining and his green eyes flashing. "We'll get to your brother soon," he promised, venom lacing his dark tone. "But first, I shall introduce myself." The man bowed as if he'd just given the greatest performance of his life. "My name is Wesley. And I'm here simply for the cause of our own amusement., no matter the possible lifelong consequences that could come with it."

"'Our'?!" Tadashi's eyes widened a smidge. "You're not alone?!" Wesley beamed.

"Of course not," he chirped, bouncing on his toes. "What's the fun of playing a team game solo?"

"How many?" Tadashi demanded. Wesley hummed.

"It's just me and my friend..." a wicked grin spread across his face. "Who is currently having a marvelous time with your little brother."

Tadashi had to use every single ounce of willpower he had not to lunge forward and lynch the piece of shit right then and there.

"I swear to god, if you so much as think about hurting him, I will-"

"You'll what?" Wesley huffed, crossing his arms and eyeing Tadashi with complete disdain. "We're the ones in control here." He smirked, walking forward so that he was two feet away from the bristling Hamada. "We're bigger than both of you spineless shits. We have the power. You do not."

Tadashi had never been so furious in his life. Sure, there were times when Hiro did something so achingly stupid that he thought he would explode from frustration, and there were times when flirtatious students at his college couldn't take a single hint and he ended up being the bad guy after accidentally yelling his rejection at them. But this time? Oh no.

Tadashi was seeing red.

"Fate works in funny ways," the taller bit. "Especially when you threaten the life of the younger brother of a very overprotective and very smart man." It was Tadashi's turn to smirk. "Don't you dare underestimate me, Wesley. Because I'll be more than happy to show you what I'm capable of."

Wesley howled with laughter in response to this, clutching at his stomach and wiping away tears that sprang to his eyes. "You actually think that scares me? Please, Tadashi, I know you don't have it in you. You're nothing but a spineless nerd who's too nice for his own good. For god's sake, you built a fucking healthcare robot." His green eyes darkened, even though he still had a smile on his eerie face. Tadashi suddenly felt very, very small. "You couldn't hurt another human being if it meant saving your own life."

The other paused, straightening up some. "But if it meant saving Hiro's life?" Wesley's grin fell as Tadashi's widened in a challenging manner. "Then that's an entirely different story."

Wesley became very serious, all hints of playfulness and charm erased from his stature. "Don't you dare threaten me, Tadashi," he growled. "I say the word and your brother dies."

Tadashi bristled. "Don't you dare," he snapped. Wesley brightened up once more, bouncing on the pads of his feet.

"Then don't be an idiot and play the hero," he simply retorted. The shorter man then turned towards the lower set of stairs. "Alex," he called into the darkness, starling Tadashi. "Be a dear and bring up Hiro, please."

Light footsteps grew louder as they traveled up the stairs and suddenly, a tall, lanky man walked into view with Hiro's upper arm clutched very tightly in his grasp. Hiro himself was tied at the wrists and on his mouth sat a messy strip of duct tape, cutting off his vocals. His pupils were blown with terror and from where he was standing, Tadashi could see plain as day that his brother was shaking.

His heart officially broke when he noticed that Hiro was trying desperately to be strong.

Oh Hiro...

I'll get us out of this mess.

I promise.

Wesley smiled. "Thank you very much, Alex!" he chirped, clapping his hands and kissing the taller's cheek. Alex just grunted in response, abruptly tightening his grip on Hiro's arm and taking pleasure in the pained, muffled gasp that came from the smaller's mouth. Tadashi stepped forward, aching to save Hiro from the evil man, but Wesley lifted up a finger and waggled it as if to say, 'Oh no, you don't'.

"I have a deal for you, Tadashi," he said with a hum. "One that you may feel is unfair, but I'm feeling more generous than usual, so this is a pretty good deal and you'd be very stupid not to take it up."

"Oh, I'd love to accept the deal," Tadashi drawled sarcastically. "If I actually knew what it was."

Wesley chuckled, interlocking his fingers and holding them against his own chest. "Patience is a virtue, Tadashi," he said with the click of his tongue. "I was getting to that." Wesley cleared his throat, dropping his hands. "I want to play a game. A very fun game."

"What kind-of game...?" Tadashi asked, slightly nervous.

"A game of survival." The shorter tilted his head playfully. "We're about to make you and your brother's night a night from hell. But, here's the kicker," he said, holding up a finger, "if you and your brother miraculously survive the night, then at 6 AM, Alex and I will leave, vanish, never to be seen by you two again. But, if I win... Well, you two won't be alive to see my victory anyways, so what does it matter?"

Tadashi suddenly felt queasy. "You're sick. That's not even a deal at all!"

Wesley shook his head in disagreement as Hiro continued to watch on in horror, struggling against Alex every now and then. "See, here's where the deal comes in. If you do not play along, I will be forced to just kill you and your brother right here and now, starting with baby brother." He pouted. "And that's just no fun for anybody."

Tadashi looked at Hiro fearfully, worried sick, before turning back to Wesley, a fierce glare set in his expression. "That's not a deal, that's an ultimatum," he bit. "How in anyway is that generous?!"

Wesley sighed. "Really, I thought you were smarter than this, Tadashi..." He crossed his arms and continued. "I'm giving you and your brother the chance to live! Usually I just torture people until they're begging for death, but I want to push your buttons; I want to see what makes the Hamadas tick."

Tadashi licked his lips, meeting Hiro's eyes briefly before looking back at their captors. "...Fine. We'll play. On one condition. You give my brother back to me."

Wesley grinned. "We were planning on doing that anyway-" Tadashi cut him off.

"You didn't let me finish. You give me my brother back and then give us five minutes alone." Wesley shook his head at this.

"No. Can't do that." Tadashi glared.

"Why not?!"

"That would be cheating." Wesley smirked. "The whole point of this game is to do things as we go along; spur of the moment, if you will. I can't let you come up with a plan with your brother, because I'm smart enough to know that's exactly what you were planning on doing, and with brains like yours, I can't risk such a thing." He tilted his head once more. "So, are you playing or not?"

Tadashi looked at Hiro, who was shaking his head timidly. He could practically hear his brother.

Tadashi! Don't you DARE agree to this! We can find another way! Don't egg them on!

But Tadashi was never one to listen to Hiro's advice.

"Alright. We're in." Tadashi held out a hand, a cold, dark look on his face. "Now give Hiro back to me."

Wesley smirked. "Good." Ignoring Tadashi's outstretched hand, he nodded at Alex, who smirked and pushed Hiro into Tadashi's waiting arms.

Tadashi immediately set to work, untying Hiro's hands and carefully ripping the duct tape off of his mouth. He pulled Hiro into a tight embrace, holding his head with one hand and tightly hugging him around the waist with the other. "You're okay. We're going to be okay…"

Hiro shook his head, pulling away and looking at Tadashi with fear-stricken eyes. "No, we're not," he hissed quickly, knowing they only had a few seconds to talk. "You just made the worst decision, bonehead!" Tadashi frowned, a bit offended.

"Hiro, what are you talking about?! They would've killed us otherwise-!"

"No, Tadashi," Hiro interrupted, his tone dreadful.

"You just gave them permission to do whatever they want to us."