Author: WHOOO! Tetsuya won! Cheers to everyone! This is really unexpected. And we have the preview out for the next episode, seems like Rouga is going to forfeit the fight, which gives two wins. So Kyoya will come in and have his speech about the last battle being the finale. You know, there's really a chance Gao can lose. I mean, even if he lose, his team still wins the tournament and still win Kyoya in the end. I will stand by this point with the excuse that Bushi gave us a hint from Gao POV. Gao did say he would rather lose the match than lose a friend. Though in the Japanese dub, he said there is something more important than winning. So basically, Gao can lose, but manage to get through to Tasuku. Just a speculation if Bushi is willing to fulfil. n

Chapter Two
Δ Steadfast Δ

"Sorry, this might hurt a bit."

That was his only warning before the end of the shrink dug into his forearm. He watched—startled, too late to react—as the tranquilizer flowed into his bloodstream. His eyes started to glaze over, wet with sleep deprived tears. His bones began failing him as his inner self clawed for control, desperately holding down the flush of heat. It overwhelmed him completely, flooding his senses, and he was suddenly seeing a lot of blond heads and piercing sapphires.

Tasuku blinked through heavy eyelids, the blur of colours difficult to distinguish. He was never good with drugs, having a low immunity system for this particular threat. He forced himself to stay conscious, semi-awake of the change in location. Frustrated at the veil of white light, he pinched himself.

The affect was instant. He woke to the harsh glare of the light, finding himself seated in an armchair shrouded by darkness, his bare feet gleaming under the shine of the light. He pushed off from his spot and wobbled into the light, his arm reached up to shield his eyes.

He stepped into the large chamber that rose thirty feet high. Dropping his arms, he openly gawked at the layout. A long table circled by plastic chairs, two large staircases with evenly structured steps connected to both sides of the stage, and within that sat an untouched organ, its pipes rising to a crescendo in height. The giant hole which he blasted in was no longer there, replaced with a long slab of hard polished metal. There was no debris to tell that a battle had took place recently. Like the remains had simply reattached itself.

Tasuku didn't need to turn around to know he wasn't alone. The signal came as an intense surge of coldness licking off the heat. Because that was what made him recognizable.

"Good to see that you are finally awake." Slowly, Tasuku faced him with an equal amount of defiance. "Ah, playing hard to get, are we now?"

"So, where am I? I remember this wasn't here before," Tasuku said, tapping the wall with a finger.

"My humble home, of course." Kyoya regarded him blankly. "A replica, but an improvement of the first. Surely it will take more than what it took last time. Your accomplice obliterated the area subconsicously. Very useless to me right now. I might have to meet with a few contractors to clear out the exit."

"Naturally that thought never occurred to me, considering I was drugged the entire time you took the time to fix this place up," Tasuku bit back sarcastically. "Kidnapping people and managing an evil organisation to take over the world. Yeah, very humble."

"Your sarcasm amuses me to no ends." Kyoya pulled out a paperback out of nowhere, waving the book in midair. The book was tossed toward him. It sailed end over end in the air before Tasuku caught it, disbelief to find that it was the same book he used back in the aircraft, having deserted it in order to squash down his burning anger. "After that stunt you pulled on one of my butlers, I don't blame the staff from taking cautious decisions, especially when they are up against a former buddy officer."

"Go to hell!" Tasuku screamed and threw the book at his face.

Kyoya merely swiped the book out of the air. "Well, one more thing to work on: language."

Tasuku growled under his breath. "You think this is funny? Is this one of your silly games of chess? Then you will regret putting me as one of your pawns—I swear to that."

"Pawn?" Tasuku only heard the thud and the whistle of flapping pages. His back hit the wall painfully, wrists pinned on either side of his head. He found himself staring straight into dark vermillion pits, pupils slicing the red in the middle. Their faces were separated by a margin of air, and Tasuku knew his breathing were frantic compared to the other's calm dilemma. Kyoya lowered his head, a low chuckle reverberated from his throat, fanning hot breaths over the patch of skin below his jaw. "Believe me, you play a bigger role than anyone else."

"Is this how you do it?" Tasuku challenged back. The lips so closed to his neck hummed. "Seduce every single one of your staff until you get them to beg on their knees?" He knew what he said was beyond low, but it was times like this that boundaries were crossed.

His captor's lips retreated. And he mentally celebrated a small victory, only for it to be crushed under the magnitude of his own words. A forehead connected with his. That adorning smirk played on coiled lips. "I wouldn't mind getting you on your knees," a breathy whisper caressed his lips. "After all, it should be an enjoyable night for the both of us, hmm?" And he was met with evocative jewels, shining with mischief and unabashed lust.

Tasuku froze. Although Kyoya was a stranger to him, coupled with the years of knowing him as someone who was powerful in the business industry and the main topic of a discussion within the youths, Tasuku understood the message. Without a doubt, Kyoya would uphold his word, even if it meant involving in activities such like this.

"Would you like that?" The hands on his wrists trailed down his arms, igniting goosebumps under the flush of his skin. He refused to pull away and admit any signs of weakness.

"Tell me something." The hands were on his sides, rubbing his ribs. He bit down on his bottom lip to silent a gasp. They went lower, pausing on his waist. Altogether the sensations ceased, the roaring of his blood sending a horde of mixed stimulus, like the preparation before the climax. Tasuku was momentarily caught off guard, unable to stop himself from inhaling sharply when the hands slipped under his undershirt and a hot mouth latched onto his neck. "Have you done this with him?"

Tasuku snatched up the wandering wrists before they could go deeper and held them between their faces. His lips curled up into his own version of a sweet leer, bright ruby eyes stared back with a ferocity of a dragon. "Ara, what's wrong? Jealous?"

A wave of misjudge passed, and Tasuku would have mistaken it for his imagination that he saw the leader of Disaster, Gaen Kyoya himself, was taken back by an uncalculated move. Kyoya took his hands back, his back to him before making his way to the right side of the podium, laughing mildly to himself. "It's entertaining to see you have not given up. That's why you will make a great addition to our numbers."

"I don't have anything to gain siding with a bunch of criminals."

"Really?" Kyoya ascended the steps, stopping on fifth. "The way I see it, you don't have a choice but to accept. Don't you see you're only struggling on the surface with the adults, who without so much as a thought suspended you for doing the right deed? The adults, who stole everything you have achieved so far for all worlds, creating a society with the coexistence between monsters and humans? All the criminals you have fought, can't you see the adults only corrupts, yet you wish to be one of them? Are you reassured that you won't end up like one of them? One day, if you are given a choice between justice or your life, can you be sure you'll make the right choice?"

"At least I'm not high over my head," Tasuku sneered back.

Kyoya sighed in disappointment. "I guess this ends our discussion. We will have this continue after a break. Perhaps giving you a breath of fresh air will help."

Next Chapter: Trap