Chapter Two: A Unwanted Encounter

"Mum? Da-Isao?" Yoshiki's voice trembled in both shock and anger, what were his parents doing?

"Yoshiki…I'm sorry but you left me no choice." Yoshiki father trembled in both apologetic and in hurt as his son called him by his first name.

"What the fuck? Why?" Yoshiki's voice only increased in anger and volume the longer he saw his family.

"We need you for the 'business'" His father said whilst walking over to his son and untying his restraints a little cautiously as he fairly knew his son was capable to knock him to the ground. Isao knew it himself that he probably deserved a good beating after disowning his son and leaving him homeless.

Yoshiki felt his limbs tense as his father approached him and his fists clenched as his father's hand made contact with his feet and hands to untie the ropes, immediately Yoshiki stood up to look down at his father rage filling in his eyes from all the things he's been though due to his parents disowning him.

"You think you have the right to ask for my help. After all the crap I have been though because of you. Asking me for help, sounds like some sort of joke." Yoshiki's words were said with the sting of reality, venom that built up for 2 years spewed out in his vocabulary creating a tense and depressing atmosphere.

"We know you don't want to carry the family business but we have no other choice to force you."
Yoshiki's stare only got harsher as Isao explained for him being here.

"I have a human right to live the way I want to. All you have ever been is something that abuses my right." Again Yoshiki's words stinging Isoa's expression.

"I'm afraid, we can't let you leave until you carry out the mission."

"Why can't you get someone else, the cooperation must have at least thousands of other candidates by now." Yoshiki walked away from his father feeling sick of his presence leaving the van whilst doing so his shoulder nudged into his mother's "Where the fuck…" The room was large and had many of the same vehicle that the blonde boy was held captive in, the room was painted white with bright lights illuminating the already bright room, in contrast the floor was tiled black that made a satisfying click while Yoshiki took each step.

"Welcome to the loading space to the Kishinuma Agency." Isao's voice echoed throughout the building.

"Fuck this…" Yoshiki said under his breath still secreting anger which harboured deep inside of himself. "How long am I being held captive?"

"Just until you do the mission dear, and you had some training." His mother's voice was heard for the first time. It trembled. Which pained the boy a tad hearing his mother so sad however it was only a tad that was overruled with all the hatred that he felt as she watched Yoshiki get thrown out of their home without lifting a finger.

"How long will that take?" His voice was cold and sharp matching the look of his eyes, Yoshiki still facing the opposite direction of his parents gaze.

"A month." His parents said in unison.

Then a long silence fell, Yoshiki knew he had no real choice however he felt as if his parents wanted to hear some sort of agreement to make them feel better as much as he hated to ease their guilt he found some sort of forgiveness. "Fine."

"Thank you so-"Isoa's voice was cut off by Yoshiki who turned around and settled menacing looing eyes into his.

"Don't you dare."

"…" Isao's mouth couldn't form any words as Yoshiki's eyes continued to attack his own.

"It's late now, Yoshiki let me take you to your dorm." Yoshiki's mother hurried to her son leading him out of the room. Yoshiki obediently followed his parent keeping his distance, they passed a large lobby with a glass wall which overlooked acres of green land, and some people dressed in head to toe in black were grouped around a reception desk. They took no notice to the obvious bleach blonde stranger of the building. "There are plenty agents your own age, however they are all asleep right now as training starts at 5 tomorrow morning the only people who are up right now are the receptionists you saw there." Yoshiki's mother explained earning no reply from her son. "You live in this dorm here." The woman who resembled Yoshiki to a point gestured to the door with the number 45 written on it. "We have already assigned you a mentor who will become your partner for the mission, they are the best in the whole headquarters."

"…"

"Well goodnight Yoshiki." And with that the woman left, handing him a key which Yoshiki presumed was for his room.

'What the hell is even going on.' Yoshiki turned the key until her heard a satisfying click opening the door his eyes scanned his room that was bigger than his whole apartment. The interior was monochrome with hints of red, there was a small kitchen space a dining table that had two large glass stools, a small room in the corner presumed to be the bathroom and a large double bed that had a woodland wallpaper decorated behind it. Forgetting the circumstances Yoshiki smiled at the room, this was the first thing he had that was luxurious since he was practically abounded by his parents. He knew his parents had a long road to gain his love again and material goods weren't going to change his mind. Strolling over to the bed Yoshiki's eyes laid onto the black outfit which was much alike what the receptionists wore 'This some kind of uniform?' next to that was a map of the building and a timetable of his training.

Hearing his stomach practically beg to have some sort of attention the blonde strolled over to the kitchen opening the fridge that was stacked high with dishes that he loved as a child, that also had a post it note attached that was written by his mother.

Sorry, I missed you so much. Please help yourself.

The corners of his mouth pulled his mouth to upwards, fighting the urge to smile he crumbled the note up and threw it away going back to the fridge Yoshiki wasn't stubborn enough to pass up his mother's macaroni and cheese, he did miss that dearly.

After eating the first good meal he had in years he flopped onto his bad not bothering to check if there was a change of clothes in the closet. The blonde closed his extremely heavy lids and fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

A/N:Having fun with writing this...I wonder who this mentor is...