The Violinist's Phone: Chapter 6
--The two so different, so many miles apart. Yet all it took was a single message to bring them together.--
Just then, Ikuto's cell phone rang. It wasn't just anyone. It was THAT ringtone. One that he hoped that he will never hear. Using the coldest and calmest tone he could muster, he answered.
"Hello."
"Hi Ikuto. How are you doing my dear boy?"
"Cut the act and tell me where they are."
"What are you talking about? Who are they?"
"Stop lying, you took them away didn't you?"
"My, my, you are being so rude to your poor old man."
"Step father."
Ikuto hissed.
"You are not my father."
"If you want your beloved friends so much to be safe. Enter the black car that comes into the central square at 12.00pm sharp."
"What?! Impossible!"
"Hear them scream for you then."
The person directed the phone to the cells where the cries were emitted from. Ikuto paled.
"Fine."
He flagged a taxi and crossed his fingers. Hopefully they were still alright by then…
- - -
"Ikuto don't listen-"
A slap landed on Amu's face.
"Shut up."
She silently glared at the guard/torturer etc. How long have they been trapped in the moldy place? One hour? Two? Three at the tops. Utau, Miki and Yoru were unfortunately placed at a different cell from hers. They probably thought that they could hatch a plan to escape if they were all in the same place. Idiots. She groaned as she stretched herself. Her bones creaked and ached from the sudden movement. She should have listened to Ikuto at the very least. Now where was she? In this stupid cage.
- - -
Ikuto made a dash out of the taxi as soon as he saw the black car. He threw down a fifty before sprinting out. The driver hollered at him to come back and take the change but he took no heed. A bit of money wasn't as important right now. He grabbed the handle of the car and opened the door.
"Where are they?"
"Come inside first."
"No."
"They are fine I assure you, no need to get so feisty."
Ikuto's lips stretched into a grim line as he entered the car.
"So you are saying you want me to give up violin then you are willing to return my friends?"
"Yes. It is very simple isn't it?"
"No."
"But surely your friends and sister's life matter more than playing a violin."
"Why?"
"Why? Why? Kids now ask too many questions…"
"Answer me."
"What if I say I hate you?"
"I will not accept."
"Tsk. People are really hard to please."
It is because your father destroyed me. MY career. MY pride. MY lover. He took them all. Seriously, torturing you a bit wouldn't repay the debt he owed me.
- - -
Ikuto winced. So they had decided to knock him out and throw him into a cell. How predictable. A moan escaped from the person whose cell was beside his. He is not the only one! Could it be?
"Miki, are you alright?"
"I'm…fine how are you Amu?"
His heart leapt at the name.
"Still alive of course, why are we here?"
"I don't know but we better try to escape from here."
Something cracked at the background. A piercing scream followed by a menacing cackle vibrated throughout the room.
"Yoru!"
Miki said in a frantic hushed whisper. The cellar door swung open once more revealing a worn out Yoru and Ikuto's step father. He threw Yoru to one of the guards and headed towards Ikuto's chamber. He smirked.
"Are you willing to give up your violin now?"
Ikuto glared pointedly at his ex-caretaker.
"I suppose I will have to break you instead since hearing your friends' screams and shouts aren't working."
He dragged the blue haired man by the collar into the torture chamber wearing a sadistic grin.
This is going to be fun.
- - -
He bit his lips until it tore and hissed as the hot coal was pressed on to his skin, leaving an evident marking there.
"Still not enough? Should I do it on your face?"
Just endure it…for a little while more.
"Fine then. You wouldn't oppose to watching a show would you?"
The pink haired girl was dragged out by her hair and placed on the cross. The guards then fixed the handcuffs on the poor girl's bruised wrist.
"Why not watch your girlfriend suffer then?"
A whip was brought out.
He whipped her.
She screamed and fainted.
Salt water was thrown over her wounds waking her up and the process repeated once more.
"Should I pluck her fingernails one by one with a plier?"
Amu raised her head tiredly, looking at her capturer horrified when the tool was being brought out.
"Freeze. Don't move. Put all your weapons down, it's the police."
"What?!"
The man turned around in mock horror dropping the pliers on to the ground before taking out the gun quickly. Behind the police men were Yoru and Miki.
"Like I would."
Yoru and Miki went out to unbound Ikuto and Amu from their chains.
"Not so fast."
He aimed at Miki. The police shot the gun, just barely missing him by an inch.
"One wrong move and you are dead mister."
"Tsk. Either I pull the trigger or not I am still headed for a one way trip to hell."
Then, he pulled it and fired the gun.
"YORU!"
Apparently Yoru had once again tried to push his friend out of the bullet's way. Unfortunately, fate wasn't that kind to give one a second chance in life.
Everything happened in a slow motion scene where everyone could not save the falling figure. He collapsed on to the floor gasping, writhing in pain. Miki, who was holding back tears, let them flow out. The police stared in shock before recovering and shot the gun out of the man's reach.
"My hand!"
"I…"
His head lolled to the side as blood spilled from his mouth and onto the floor. His pulse slowly got weaker, until, there was none. He was…dead. Such a word couldn't register in Miki's mind. Yoru and dead cannot be put into the same sentence. It just wasn't right. It did not exist.
"Miki."
"I don't want to hear it."
"He's gone."
"NO!"
She thrashed about, not wanting to believe. The evil man took the opportunity to steal the gun from the holster that belonged to one of the police and fired it once more. Everyone widen their eyes dreading to find out who else is dead. Miki smiled sadly before crumbling down onto Yoru's body.
"Thank you."
She too fell dead.
Ikuto ran and smashed the person into the brick wall.
"WHY?!"
"Son, there's no answer to that."
In the moment of anger, he killed the man.
Amu let go of what little breath she had been holding.
The two were gone.
Gone.
Forever.
- - -
Dear Ran and Suu,
Many things have happened lately. I've found a lover, gained a friend and lost two. Guess who is the guy? Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Impossible right? I thought so too.
You won't want to hear this but I guess there's no way to hide this. News spread fast after all. Miki…she had passed away. I couldn't stop it from happening. I really couldn't. I would be lying if I told you I tried.
The murderer was Ikuto's step father. He tried to stop Ikuto from playing the violin because of the feud he had with his biological one. I still can't find the courage to tell you what happened then just before she passed away. Perhaps next time I would be able to.
Ikuto and I are coming back to Japan.
Hope to see you soon.
Amu
- - -
"CUT! Good job people!"
The director shouted over the set.
"That's a wrap."
Yoru got up from the bloody scene disgusted at how he looked.
"Yuck. I'm going to wash up nya!"
"I bet this movie is going to be a big hit!"
"With me inside of course it will be."
"Shut up Ikuto."
"Ouch, Amu that hurt."
"Hmph."
"How about me?"
"Oh Tadase. You only got a small part."
"But I did well right?"
"Not really, Amuto fans will hate you."
"No!"
The End.
Wheee. Stay tune for the special outtakes chapter!
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Luna
