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Chapter 28

Day 5

Akihito's POV

"Here, have some water." Akihito whispered to his shivering, fevered friend as he held the cup up to his lips. Mayuri had started getting sick the morning before, waking up in a coughing fit that just never seemed to go away. It was early in the morning that the fever started, and with the limited medicine supply he had no luck getting his temperature down any. Really though it was no wonder that Mayuri was sick, the walls around them were covered in mold and the entire room was musty and gross. It was honestly a miracle he too hadn't fallen ill.

After taking a long sip, Mayuri gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry…I know I'm just making this more difficult for you." He croaked out, causing Akihito to wince.

"No, you're fine…It's not your fault you're sick. It's the asshole's that have kept you locked up in this hell hole." Gently, he pushed the smaller man back down into the pillows. "Now lay back and get some rest. I'll see if I can work some magic and get you better medicine." Akihito placed the cool, wet rag back onto Mayuri's forehead.

"Don't worry about me, Aki. I'll be fine, so don't do anything that will only hurt you more." There was that look again, the same one that lingered in those multi-colored eyes every time he looked into them. Guilt and pain.

Akihito forced a small smile that burned his cracked lips, "Don't worry, I won't." An empty promise, one he would break without a second thought if it came to it. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do to keep his family alive. He would even lie to them if it meant keeping their own guilt from eating them alive. With one look Aki could tell the other didn't completely believe him, yet he still seemed to relax a bit more. Taking a deep breath, the photographer made his way out of the room to find their kidnapper.

Just as he always did, Akihito tried to ignore the hungry stares he received from all of Jun's perverted men that stood guard in the house, trying to focus on the task in front of him. It was disgusting through, catching them all grip their crotches as he passed in what had to be the tightest and shortest pair of shorts he had ever worn and a skin tight sailor shirt. It was degrading, but still better than those stupid Lolita dresses…except with so much skin bare he could see all the revolting marks, bruises, and cuts that covered his skin. No wonder every time Mayuri saw him he looked ready to both cry and murder someone. Arriving into the open living room, Akihito's eyes fell on a large figure that was seated on the couch with a beer in hand as he watched the television. The stench of alcohol reached him from across the room. Oh great…he's drunk. Just being near that crazy fuck face sent small trembles through his body, making him want to abort mission immediately. All the memories flooded back, and he felt like puking….but if he did that there was no telling what horrible thing would be done to him. So he shoved his pride down, gave himself a little pep talk, before he crossed the room to the side of the couch where he kneeled down submissively.

"O…Onii-chan…M-Mayuri's fever wont g-go down…h-he needs better medicine." Mentally he cursed himself for stuttering, but no matter how many times he preached it to himself that he wouldn't do it…it would happen anyway.

With his head bowed, he couldn't see what Jun was doing but he could still hear the bottle hitting against the wood table, shattering. The trembling was back. "You're such a worthless little cunt, aren't you? What kind of fucking mother do you claim to be if you can't even get my brother's fever down?!" If this bastard says one more thing about my mothering skills…I swear to god.

"W-Well…the medicine o-one of your men gave me was e-expired…and it was just t-Tylenol. He needs something b-better…and the room is…covered in m-mold…" Akihito braced himself for some sort of pain, whether it be from a fist or the shock collar around his neck…but none came. Instead he felt a hand grab his hair and force his head up. Even so, the photographer knew better as he averted his eyes.

"What's this shit I hear spilling from your ungrateful whore mouth? Are you saying that room isn't good enough?" Do you actually care about your brother at all?!

"…It's…d-dangerous for Mayuri, Onii-chan. P-Please…put him in a-another room…I-I'll stay in that one…"

There was a long moment of silence, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Jun was considering something. Finally he felt the death grip that had been ripping out his hair release, and his head fell back down. "I was going to wait 'til you were a better trained little slut, but for my brother I'll go ahead and move you both into the little…home I've prepared." ….the fuck is he talking about?

"Home…?" Akihito furrowed his eyebrows, but the man didn't answer him. Instead he was pulled up by his wrist.

"Shut up and come on. Damn…I'm actually excited to show you this! It was built with you in mind, in fact." Oh great, now I really want to puke again.

Swallowing thickly, he nodded slowly. "O-Okay O-Onii-chan." He whispered, practically shaking in fear. Aki had no idea what kind of sick "home" this man had built for them…but the only thing that came to mind was some terrible torture dungeon. Still, he willed his legs to continue moving as he followed Jun down the hall until they reached the very back room. Once inside, Akihito was confused to see the room completely bare besides for a large rug that covered most of the floor. It wasn't until the rug was kicked to the side that he understood…there was a hatch.

"Alright, come down right behind me. It's dark, so be careful with your step. I would be seriously pissed off if you missed the step and knocked me down the latter." The ex-yakuza snapped as he opened the wooden hatch and began descending into the darkness. This is definitely going to be a scary torture dungeon…I just know it. Still, what other choice did he have but to follow? There were thugs right outside the door, and the windows were boarded up. Not that he would ever abandon Mayuri. He took it slow, but eventually his foot hit solid ground. "At least you did that right…" Jun muttered, switching on the lights.

Aki blinked a few times to adjust to the unnaturally bright lights, before he froze. In a way, it was worse than what he was expecting, and in another way it was better. Around him was…what looked to be a normal looking home. Okay, that was an understatement…because it looked almost exactly like the living room he had with Asami. Same furniture, same decorations, it was the same all the way own to the dog bed sitting against the wall. "W-What?"

"Perfect isn't it? I had it all designed like the living room we should have had together, not you and that faggot," Faggot?! Is that word even still used?! Oh when Asami finds us… He stiffened as he felt Jun wrap his arms around his waist, his lips pressing against his neck. No…No this isn't right! Why is he touching me like this?! "Don't worry though, I made my own changes to the other rooms. I only wanted the best for my precious Mayuri and little slut. From the kitchen you'll be cooking our meals in, to the bedroom the three of us are going to share." Three of us?! What kind of sick shit is this fucker planning?! "But I'll show you those later…first I wanted to show you your surprise!"

"S-Surprise?" His voice came out as an unnatural squeak.

"As I said…only the best for my little slut." Whether he wanted to or not, Akihito was pulled through the "house" until he was standing in front of a door. There was a small, brightly painted sign hanging on the door…and what was on it made a pit appear in his stomach. The sign read: "K & M's Room." His hands started shaking uncontrollably, and his heart was pounding out of his chest as the door was slowly pushed open. Panic was flooding through him, taking over every part of his mind.

With the door open, Akihito's fears were quickly proven to be true as his eyes fell on a child's bedroom. There was a small bed in the corner with a rainbow comforter across, stuffed unicorns covering the surface. In the other corner was a white crib with dinosaur bedding inside, and all around the room there were toys and shelves covered in books. Akihito wasn't sure when it started happening, but he began hyperventilating and the world felt like it was spinning. Jun didn't seem to notice as he began speaking.

"See, you'll get to see your little brats again. I've already made plans for when we're going to get them. So in two months' time we'll really be a family, and that faggot Ryuichi won't have anyone!" Akihito heard him, but his words barely registered as he stared in horror at a huge corkboard hanging on the wall. It was covered in photos…photos of him and his children. Pictures of Masa playing outside, Kiyomi at her school, even a few of him and Mayuri taking the kids out. Akihito felt close to passing out at this point.

"At first I was just going to have that little red headed brat sold off once we got our hands on her, but once that cute little baby came into the picture things changed. The idea of having a little Ryuichi to raise as my perfect little toy was too good to pass up, and the girl is still young enough that I can train her as well. I'm going to have everything again…and Asami Ryuichi will have nothing!"

It was in this moment that Akihito saw red.

Asami's POV

If it weren't for the kids giving him a purpose, Asami would have broken down into drunken anger by this point. Five days…five days with nothing on their whereabouts or even an inkling of where they were being held. He knew they hadn't left Japan, he had his people monitoring every port in the country. So they were here! They were right under his nose, yet hidden so well he couldn't sniff them out. It was so frustrating that the crimelord wanted to run through and rip apart every building until he found them, and if this continued he was going to do just that. To hell with logistics and other responsibilities...the longer they didn't find them, the more the odds were they would be too late. That thought alone was enough to both terrify and send him into a fit of inner rage. What made matters worse was his thinning patience on waiting on Rin to pop his head back up, and so help him if he did so without finding a single damn thing.

Never in the many times his Akihito had gotten kidnapped had Asami felt so incredibly impotent. He already did everything he could physically do without literally throwing away all his responsibilities to go search the entire country for them himself. If this were two years ago, he would have done so no questions asked…but now he had children. Two beautiful children that needed him, and if he neglected them Akihito wouldn't forgive him. Even so…there's only so long I'm willing to sit in the background. Akihito might just have to not forgive me, because I would rather have him home and angry then have to tell our children their mother is never coming back.

Loud whining reminded the crimelord of what he was supposed to be doing, and the fact he had spent the last few minutes staring at the wall. Asami's eyes met the distressed ones belonging to his son, who was laying on the changing table in a clean diaper, fed up with waiting on getting his pajamas on. The prissy, impatient look the toddler was giving him reminded him so much of Akihito that it made a smirk appear. He reached out and lightly tapped the child's nose, shaking his head. "You are as impatient as both of your parents combined, you know that little prince?" Asami mused softly.

"Dadadada!" Masahiko whined again, kicking in frustration. The boy was cranky…he had refused his naps all day and now he was tired and irritated with everything. Getting him to eat his dinner had been difficult, especially since half of it ended up across the room when Masa broke into the second tantrum that day. Asami idly wondered how Akihito could handle their son every day while he was at work, but he pushed that thought away. The more he thought about his lover…the more useless he felt.

"Okay, okay Masahiko. Just calm down." He murmured, zipping up his son's onesie before lifting him into his arms. "There, all dressed. No more fussing, it's time for your nap." Asami said as he headed towards the door. Ever since that first night both kids had been sleeping in the room with him. Usually Masahiko went to bed an hour or two earlier than them, but they all ended up together by the end of the night. It helped the kid's with their nightmares and it made him feel better to have them in his sight. At least then he didn't have to worry about something happening to them, because he was right there beside them.

"Nooo! No Dada!" Asami's eyebrows slowly raised when he saw the frustrated, sleepy tears filling his son's eyes.

"What is it? What has you upset?" Following the dramatic gestures pointing behind him, his eyes fell on panda themed bookshelf that was overflowing in children's books. "I see. You want a story?" Turning back, their matching golden eyes met and the sleepy toddler nodded eagerly…and Asami almost swore he heard Masa repeat the word back at him. But there was no way…Masahiko's vocabulary was pretty small and simple, the only complex word he knew was "pervert," and even that one had more or less been forgotten. "Alright, story it is." Without even thinking about it, he reached out and grabbed a random book from the shelf. Apparently that wasn't good enough as Masahiko smacked he book out of his hand.

"…Guess we're being picky tonight. What about this one then?" He grabbed another one, holding it out. Nope, that one was smacked out of his hand too. Asami felt his irritation rising, but he tried to keep his cool. "This one? Look, it's one about…alphabet letters in a tree? You like trees." Rejected.

"I agree, that one seemed ridiculous. In that case, how about…" This time Asami actually looked around at the titles before pulling out a title he recognized, "The Nighthawk Star. Your Daddy liked this one as a child." And yet another book for the floor.

"...Okay, I'm going to let you choose." He decided once he realized this wasn't going to get him anywhere. So he took a seat on the ground in front of the bookshelf and began pulling down stacks of books. Once he a few small stacks laid out in front of them, Asami sat his son down in his lap. As if on a cue, the toddler began shoving books off to the side as he searched the stacks intently for the book he was wanting…until finally he began smacking the hard cover of one in particular.

"Mamamamamama! Mamamama!" The boy squealed, smacking the cover over and over again. Mama? Did Akihito read this one to him a lot?

He carefully picked it up and examined the old, worn cover. "The Poky Little Puppy?"

"'Es! 'Es!" Hmm…well Masa does love animals.

Standing up, he situated his son comfortably in his arm while the other held the book. "Very well, if that's the one you want." Wasting no time, Asami made his way into the bedroom before he took his seat on the bed with Masahiko in his lap. The bedroom had become kind of a wreck since the kid's had started sleeping in there full time. The crib had been moved into the room, there were toys everywhere, and the giant Aki bear had to stay on the bed at all times. Kiyomi had started sleeping on it.

Being careful of the old cover, Asami opened the thin book up to the first page and his eyes immediately fell on a sight that made him smile sadly. Scrawled across the page in green crayon was Akihito's name, something he must have done when he was young. "MAMA! Mamamamama!" Masahiko's hand started slapping the page, right where the crayon was. Asami's eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his son. There's no way he knows what that says…He's only one…it's got to be a fluke.

Shaking his head and turning the page, Asami began reading. "Five little puppies dug a hole under a fence and went for a walk in the wide, wide world…." The moment he began reading, Masahiko quieted into silence and listened to his father's baritone voice reading the words from the page. It struck Asami that this was the first time he had ever read to his son…it was always Akihito that read the stories to their children. He would watch sometimes, but ultimately it was something the kid's only got from their mother. That's going have to change…once Akihito is back I'm going to help more.

"NO! No Dada!" Asami frowned when he was interrupted midsentence, golden eyes narrowing down at the pissy looking toddler.

"No what?"

Masa smacked his hand against the page over the words, babbling incoherently. Asami could recognize that a lot of the sounds he was making sounded very close to words, but even so he could only make out the basic ones Masahiko said often…so really the message wasn't getting across. About the time he wanted to start pulling his hair out, the door opened and Kiyomi made her way across the room, clad in her pajamas.

"Why's Masa being so fussy Daddy?" She mumbled, crawling up onto the bed beside him and leaning against the giant blue bear.

"…I'm not sure, Princess. I guess he didn't like the way I was reading…" Saying it aloud left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Well were you doing the voices?"

"…Voices?"

Kiyomi nodded, reaching out to play with Masa's hands. "Mhm. Mommy always gives the character's different voices." Right…I knew that. But how would Masa realize that? He still gets surprised that he has a bellybutton some mornings. "If you want I can voice the puppies and mama, and you can just voice the narrator..." Asami slowly smiled.

"I think Masa will appreciate that."

An hour later….

The buzzing in his pocket snapped Asami out of his dozed state, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at the sleeping baby on his chest. Carefully he got up, laying Masa down in the crib before he quietly exited the room and answered the phone. "Kei, please tell me you're calling with some news or information, because if not I'm about to lose it."

"Actually yes, there is information but I'm not quite certain how helpful it will be. There are reports coming in of missing persons, all of them yakuza and all with past history with the Miketsukami's."

"What are you thinking, is it Jun trying to clean his trail

"I thought that as well at first, but now I'm almost certain that's not the case. The last person to go missing was Jun's mother."

His mother? There's no way he would kill her…unless he went back to take her into hiding with him…But Jun's not that stupid. Coming out of hiding when he knows we're searching for him would just be idiotic, and even he had more common sense than that. Wait. Hang on a minute… "So what you're saying is you don't think its Jun, and we know it's none of our men…so that leaves him. You think this is Rin's doing?"

"It's the most likely possibility at this point. He's the only one unaccounted for, the only one working on his own playing field with his own rules."

"…If nothing comes out of this reckless behavior remind me that he has a date with warehouse five. And if he does come out with something…remind me to give him a raise."

"Yes sir, of course. But…there's something else too. There's word going around that the Russians are moving to South America for something, and a suspicious satellite has moved over Japan."

"That's him too, isn't it?"

"Most likely, sir."

Asami cursed under his breath, making his way down the stairs. "Alright, just keep me updated." He muttered into the phone before hanging up, rounding the corner into the living room where he found Fei. The Baishe leader was bent over, elbows resting on his knees with his face buried in his hands. Without a word, he came up behind Fei and rested a hand on his shoulder. "You need to get some sleep."

Fei lifted his head, glancing over. "That's hilarious coming from you."

"Yes, well I'll sleep once Akihito is home." Asami replied bitterly, taking a seat beside the Chinese man.

"I'm pretty certain that's all of us right now. I spoke to Kei earlier…he sounds like he hasn't slept in days either. Yoh has been in Hong Kong handling Baishe…and he hasn't slept either. Both because he's too busy too and apparently worried for that weird guard of yours."

Asami felt his eyebrow twitch, his hands curling into fists. "The same guard who is seriously pissing me off. I gave him two days, and here we are five days later without a single peep."

"I'm not that worried honestly. From what Yoh says, Rin is more than capable of finding him, and he trusts him. We both know Yoh, and even if we've had our…problems in the past we both trust his judgment."

"Where I trust Yoh, I don't trust Rin. We barely know anything about him, which was the very reason I decided to take a shot in the dark with letting him take off. But with everything that's popping up and leading back to him…I'm beginning to regret my decision."

"Don't, trust your instinct. As much as I hate to give you any kind of compliment, no one can deny the fact you have impressive instincts. If you didn't, you never would be as powerful as you are now."

"…That's very true." Sighing loudly, he reached into his suit pocket and grabbed out his flask. "Still, you need to get rest. Tomorrow morning I have to go back to Sion to handle business. So you're going to be taking care of both the kids, and I would prefer you not pass out due to exhaustion." Asami muttered, taking a long swig of whiskey.

"…In that case I'll attempt, but with everything going on I doubt it will happen." At least he's going to try. Usually he's does nothing but argue with me just so he can be the bane of my existence.

"Good, you go do that. I need to get back to the kids…Kiyomi will start crying soon if she wakes up and I'm not there."

Fei gave him a knowing look, nodding. "Let's both try to sleep then, so we can be helpful and functioning individuals tomorrow." For once I agree completely. Before either of them could really get up, his phone started going off again. Asami looked down at the caller ID and his eyebrows furrowed. "Who is it?"

"…I'm not sure." With a few ideas in mind of who it could be, he answered and raised the phone up to his ear. "Who is this?"

"It's me…I found them."