Hello everyone!~ First off, let me apologize for not updating is so long! I honestly don't have a very good reason other than I've had school, and I was having major writers block on this chapter. To the point I had a huge head-ache that prevented me from sleeping x.x But now it is finally getting up! After a very long wait in my opinion, I hope it came out alright -__- It put me through hell.

Alright, I'm done with my rant!

I do not own Junjou Romantica

But I do own this story

On with the show...

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Usagi's POV

By the time I got to the flower shop, I saw Hiroki's car outside. After I had finished explaining to him what was fully going on, he said a quick goodbye before hanging up on me. I was becoming increasingly worried, and not just for my Misaki, but anyone that was in the slightest bit related to me. Anyone that I know or knew was in danger now, and it was because of me.

I parked in front of the empty parking lot, it was getting late, 6:30. People were heading home to their families or getting ready for a night out. I should be one of those people, I should be with Misaki right now in our apartment. I couldn't let these thoughts control me at this moment, I had to find him first. And to do that I need to see what is going on inside that shop.

Leaving my car, I ran into the store. I looked around not seeing anyone, the place was torn apart. Broken vases scatter across the floor. Various flowers in the mix. I was about to call out to see if someone was there, but then I heard sobs coming from behind the counter.

I dashed over to see Hiroki, his face stained with tears, holding an unconscious man with black hair in his arms. His face was beaten, blood running from the corners of his mouth, his cheek bones bruised. A cut that ran down from his eyebrow to his jaw. His knuckles were red, like he had tried to fight whoever attacked him. I cringed at the sight.

"Hiroki…" I began not quite sure what to say. I couldn't remember the last time I saw my childhood friend cry like this. It scared me.

"How could they do this? Why would they hurt Nowaki, WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?!" He screamed at me, his voice cracking from all the crying.

"I've been asking myself the same thing. But we have to call the hospital, we can't just leave him like that. Who knows what condition he could be on the inside." I tried to talk calmly, not to scare him any further.

"I just did a few minutes ago. They should be on their way. Oh, Usami, they left another note." He barely gestured with his head in the direction of where it was. Clearly not wanting to let go of his Lover.

I made my way through the glass until I reached the only vase in the room that wasn't broken, and single white rose left in it. The sticky-note attached to the front.

You are correct, our dear Rabbit! Not everything is connected to you and your lover! Just you! Isn't that grand! Not even the novels you write are safe now!

I let out a grunt in frustration. I glanced down at my watch, 6:40 pm. My novels? I doubt they would go back to my apartment. That would just be dumb on their part. Where else could they be heading? I tried to think logically, but it was getting harder.

"Usami, you need to call the cops. This is getting insane, from what you told me on the phone it doesn't seem like it's going to get better any time soon. " Hiroki spoke from the floor. His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Void of its usual harshness.

A deep sigh escaped my lips. I knew he was right, I wasn't going to be able to do this by myself. But what was I going to tell them without being thought of as crazy. My gay lover has been abducted, I think it's because of me. I know this because the abductor himself has been leaving me notes to find where he is. I believe he wants to be found. No, that sounds completely logical.

I went back to thinking where the next clue could be leading me. Where else do my novels go besides when I writing them? Aikawa always has to bug the hell out of me just to get them, so she can take them too…

"SHIT! How could I have not seen that?" I said out-loud when it finally came to me, the Marukawa Publishing Company.

"Wait, seen what? What are you talking about? USAMI-BAKA!" Hiroki called out to me but I was already half out the door and jumping into my car.

I mapped out in my head how long it would take me to get there, I should arrive around 7:00 pm.

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Misaki's POV

When I finally came too, I could feel the car moving again. My head was spinning, the pain in my leg was dull now. I tried to look around at my surroundings, but it was too dark. I almost thought I still had a blind fold on, but then I remembered that disgusting man took it off when he… I felt myself start to shake when the images of what happened came rushing back to me.

"He r-raped me." I whispered into the darkness. The words felt foreign on my lips, almost like it didn't happen to me. And that I was just watching it from up above.

And now we're heading to another un-known place. Where it'll most likely end up being the last place I ever see.

An image of Usagi-san flashed behind my eyelids almost bringing tears to my dry eyes. No, no I can't think like that. I have to be able to see Usagi again. I won't die, until I can see him. I won't. I won't. I won't.

I got lost with how many times I had repeated that to myself, until I felt the car come to an abrupt stop. Making me jerk forward, luckily not hitting anything this time.

I could hear someone jumping out of the truck and walking to the side, until the door to where I was being held slammed open, a boy who looked about a year older than me opened it this time. What was his name, I think I heard it at one point before, Tat- something? In the back of my mind, I wondered where that older man was.

"Come on princess, show time." He spoke jumping into the back. My brow furrowed at the name.

When he got close, I noticed that his eyes were red and looked tired like he had just been crying which I thought was strange for a kidnapper. They shouldn't cry on the job, right?

He picked me up with a grunt, swinging me over his shoulder.

"MGH." Being man-handled reminded me of what was happening. I started to struggle, trying to elbow the guy's head or knee him in the stomach, but it proved no-dice because I was still restrained with whatever ropes tightly.

I was happy that my eyes were still uncovered, being able to see where I was, was a little comforting. I think I could almost recognize the place. I didn't understand why there were no people around here anymore. Are we really still in Tokyo? It seemed almost too desolate.

I was facing away from him so I couldn't see where we heading, but I felt us incline up some stairs. I was praying that someone would see what was going on right now.

Just as I thought that, I heard a shriek come from behind me.

"OH MY GOD, MISAKI?!" A women's voice shouted, it sounded so familiar.

"Who are you?" My kidnapper shouted a couple of yards away from the woman.

I was dropped to the cement, lading on my elbows.

"Mmphh!" The small sound came from me when I felt my skin get scraped against the ground. I was able to kind of see what was going on now.

The woman's hair was bright red, making my eyes grow large. No, Aikawa. She must have recognized me, where the hell am I?! Why would she be here?

"Like I am going to tell you! What are you doing to that boy?" She said back with anger.

"Lady, I'm warning you don't get involved. From what I know, you have nothing to do with this, just leave it be." I could tell he was trying to talk calmly. "I honestly don't want to hurt you."

"Like Hell, I won't get involved! Hand over that boy now, either way I am calling the cops." She pulled out a cell phone. The guy scowled.

"Sorry, but I can't let you do that. For my own safety as well." He said his face growing dark.

"What do you mean, your own saf-" She started before the boy who was holding me ran up to red-head punching her in the jaw, causing her to fall to her knees. Grabbing her shoulders he kneed her in the chest, knocking the air out of her making her pass out. He stood over her body waiting to see if she was still conscious, he sighed and began to walk aback to me.

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed, it had happened so quickly. She had no way to defend herself, and it's all because she noticed me. It's my fault she got brought into this.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"Oh, don't cry, it's not like's she's dead or anything." He mumbled before picking me up again.

I sagged into his arms not bother to resist anymore. What was the point anyways? Even if I did get out of his grip now I wouldn't be able to get anywhere like this.

So, I just let him carry me into the building I could now recognize as the Marukawa Publishing Company. Usagi-san's publisher. I wasn't shocked by the fact that I ended up here, everything seemed to focus around him.

The building was empty, I would have guessed that Aikawa-san would have been the last to leave at night. She was always working so hard.

We took the elevator it seemed all the way to the top floor, until I finally heard a ding that we had arrived. He took me into one of the bigger conference rooms, for some reason it was void of furniture.

I was dropped into one of the room's corners with a thud. I watched as the guy started to pace, running his hands through his hair.

"What am I suppose to do now? Just wait? What am I even waiting for?" I guess he was talking to himself, since I had no way of responding.

He kept on flipping out his cell phone to check if he had any messages. Maybe he really doesn't have much to do with this whole thing, he seems confused. Like something was suppose to be happening.

I was beginning to wonder the same thing. Just then a voice started to speak into the room.

"Hello, Misaki Takashi! It's such a pleasure to meet you! Well, I guess that's wrong isn't it? Since we can you but you can't see us! Either way, how are you on this fine evening?" A cheery voice rang.

Both of our heads whipped to see an intercom in the wall, that I didn't even notice until now.

"Oh for goodness sakes, please take that tape off of Takahashi-san's mouth, Tatsuki." The voice finally realizing I couldn't talk.

The guy who I know knew was name Tatsuki ripped the strong tape, causing my dry lips to crack.

"Ouch..." I muttered looking at the ground licking a tiny bit of blood from my lips.

"Who the hell are you?" My voice cracking from not talking for a long period of time.

"Hehe, in time, my dear! Right now, we must wait for your lover to join us here." He said in a sing-song type of voice.

Why the hell is this guy talking so girly-like?

Wait, what?

"Ehhhh? Usagi-san is coming?!" My heart started to speed up. He is going to save me, thank god..

"Yes, Of course! It wouldn't be a party without our lovely rabbit would it now! In fact, he should be here any minute now! Until then, Tatsuki, tape this boy's mouth up again. We don't want him giving anything away when our guest-of-honour arrives would we!" The man declared enthusiastically.

Tatsuki just nodded, before pulling out a roll of duct tape, tearing off a piece before covered my mouth again.

I didn't even respond. He's coming, Usagi-san in coming to take me away from here. And make this nightmare go away.

Soon this will all be over.

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Bye for now!

Love,

Arin~