A/N: Hey guys!!! I haven't updated.....in a while but here is another chapter!! it's shorter than the first one so please forgive me!!! I'll make sure to make the next one longer!!! Once again....this fic is dedicated to....you know who you are (if not....check out A/N in chapter 1 or the prologue)

**If many of you are still curious....in why this fic is rated M.....well it is because of later chapters that are to come....**


A Sentimental Captivity

Chapter 2

A Familiar Face

Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.
Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.
I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.

-----[A verse from] Dance with the Devil (Breaking Benjamin)-----


Sitting in one of the office's black, monolithic chairs, I sipped my bitter black coffee, blankly staring at the scattered files across my desk. I stared at each piece of paper with frustration, trying to organize all of the numbers and statistics together, hoping that there was a way to alleviate the company's foreboding financial crisis. As I sat there, examining new contracts and signing papers, I spotted a flickering red light in the corner of my eye. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the office phone faintly blinking.

Tch.

I sighed, assuming that it was probably a client with bad news or a customer with another complaint. However, it was my annoying duty to answer all incoming calls. I pressed the button that resided next to the blinking light and an effeminate yet abrupt voice echoed within the white walls. I reluctantly responded to the call, allowing another sigh to escape my lips.

"What is it, Ms. Bonaire?"

"There is someone here to see you~…" she giggled.

As I leaned closer, I heard another voice in the background.

"Oh Yuu-kun~…my son… in this time of financial conundrum… I have come to see you…"

My head began to throb and my forehead wrinkled in distress. I couldn't stand all of the world's stupid troubles. One trouble came after another. Tch. It's the damn old man. With a harsh tone I barked back at the office's phone receiver.

"I ain't your son! Get the hell off my office grounds."

"But Yuu-kun, I brought cake~"

I growled in irritation. All of my problems were remaining unresolved and THIS man. … I simply can't stand him. I bit my tongue to prevent myself from losing control. "Ms. Bonaire…"

I heard a faint answer. "Yes?"

With a smirk, I responded. "Take him off the office premises." After stating the final command, I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arm. Well I guess there were just a few good points of running this job.

The receiver was still on and thus, "granted" me a V.I.P seat to the ruckus going on beneath. I heard Ms. Bonaire call the authorities.

"SECURITY!~"

Soon after, I heard a number of shuffling footsteps.

Ms. Bonaire stated her request for help. "Escort this man to the exit, please…"

I heard a couple of sighs. "Let's go old man…"

However, from what I heard, the afro man, who constantly claims to be my father, was persistent. Before I disconnected the receiver, I heard a faint cry. "I'll wait for you my son~".

Tch. What a pain: the answer I would always say in this sort of situation. I always have and always will.

In frustration, I placed my remaining paper work to one side of my desk. In the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the worn corner of that blasted book. No matter how much I tried to cover the book with my unwanted stack of paper work, a portion of the book would always be unveiled. I scanned the book with my eye and before I knew it my hand was already beginning to creep towards the old antique. As my hand drew closer, I felt a sudden, but slight vibration. There was a curious and suspicious noise resonating outside the office door. Tch. What is it now? I left my desk and reached the door. I slowly turned the silver door knob, which left a cold sensation on the palm of my hand. I managed to open the door and cautiously stepped out of the room. Hearing fragile glass crunch under the soles of my shoes, I glanced down to the ground and found shards of glass scattered throughout the carpet. And some strange brown substance, which was later confirmed to be coffee, soaked the edges of my soles. My eyes instantly searched for the culprit, who blatantly identified himself as a man with white hair. He was on his knees, head down, nervously picking up shards of glass. An old man? As I speculated the all too picturesque scene more closely, I soon realized that this person wasn't as old as his white hair indicated; nonetheless, I wouldn't allow him or anyone else to easily get away from a nicely deserved punishment. I crossed my arms in frustration and scowled. "Oi! You with the white hair!"

The man startled and oblivious jumped when I called for him. He slowly lifted his head and our eyes had the chance to meet. I looked straight into his blue grey eyes when something inside me felt a tinge of not only nostalgia, but distaste. I swear I met him somewhere else. Even though I wasn't quite sure where I had seen him before, all I knew was that his face looked very familiar. I saw the white haired man jolt as he saw me. His expression was filled with disgust. As I scrutinized his appearance, his facial expression, his hair color, his clothes, my memories brought me to another, much more unpleasant dimension. I snarled and my brows furrowed as I started to remember who this person was.

Flashback.

I bent down for the grocery basket and searched aimlessly for the nearest aisle that held an eclectic of noodles – ramen, udon, and most importantly soba. When I searched every corner in the market, I finally stumbled upon the aisle that I was looking for. I searched up and down the aisle for my desired item—soba noodles. When I was half way down the aisle I managed to find a couple packages in stock. I reached out to grab one of the packages and tossed it into the basket.

As I headed to the front of the super market, I found only one register that was open for the night. I made my way to the register only to find a long, incredible line. Although the line was long, I saw that many of the customers did not have much to buy, so I sighed in relief.

However, as I headed towards the end of the line, I saw that the customer in front of me was more eccentric than the others. He was different not only in appearance, but in what he had in his cart as well. He had a grocery cart filled beyond its capacity with more than a monolithic amount of groceries. I sighed, but this time with frustration.

I waited behind him, and waited for the line to progress for that was all I could do. I stood there looking obliviously at the white hair figure in front of me as the boy turned around to ask: "Can you save my spot in line, while I go get some blue cheese?"

I just acknowledged his request by giving him a simple nod. He scurried off to an unknown aisle and swiftly came back with a chunk of cheese that wore a malicious aroma. He placed the un-charming chunk of cheese on top of his other belongings. He sighed in relief and looked at me once more just to ask again: "I'm sorry sir, but can you please save my spot once more, as I go get some Lucky Charms?" He scurried off once more and entered a different aisle.

"Lucky charms? What the hell is that?!" I thought.

Before I knew it, the white haired boy came back with a red box that had a picture of a cartoon midget wearing green. He then again looked at me with big bubbly eyes and annoyingly asked for another favor: "Excuse me, sir, but can you save my spot again while I go get some Vienna sausages?" This process kept repeating over and over until the unsightly and deceivingly rude customer in front of me had finally reached the register.

He seemed to have an endless amount of groceries full of exotic and tasteless food, ranging from chocolate double fudge marshmallows to twelve pounds of ground beef. The last of the groceries went past the scanner and the employee named the price. "That would be about 247 dollars and 58 cents please." The white haired boy suddenly looked pale and ultimately garnered only a few pennies. With a nervous laugh, he, without a hint of embarrassment, boisterously announced, "Charge it please!" I looked at the entire scene with utter disbelief and began to wonder if he was a million dollars in debt.

Before he left the building, he turned around to happily say, "Thank you sir! I would have starved if it wasn't for you." I shivered at the thought "starved?" He should be worried that he doesn't die from overeating. I just politely nodded to his thanks and in relief, took my turn at the register. All was going well until an unwanted Beatles song – I want to hold your hand – rang in a dangerously close proximity. My soba noodles barely made it past the scanner as the employee grabbed his cell phone and answered with an increasingly annoying voice. "Oh~ is it my adorable sweety pie?" And then he, for what seemed like an eternity, continued the conversation when something in me snapped. "You better hang up that phone before I ring you up on the register!"

With a startled look, he nervously glanced at my irritable face and cautiously said, "Honey, I'll be right there, so I got to go now. Bye!" Avoiding my gaze, he quickly said, "Well I can't have her waiting forever so I got to run! See ya!" Before I could do anything, he ran off, leaving me more frustrated than I ever was.

As I left the market without a thing in my hands, I became more and more infuriated at the thought of being humiliated by a bunch of ignorant, oblivious fools.

I contained so much rage within myself, to the point I thought I was going to explode. I was looking for immediate relief and found my victim, the white haired boy.

"Hey you BEANSPROUT!"

He turned around with the most annoyingly innocent expression. "Hrmm, sir?"

"You damn brat made me lose my only chance of having a decent dinner!" While I continued to yell, I grabbed him by the collar and shook him violently.

End of Flashback.

"IT'S YOU! YOU DAMN BEANSPROUT!"

"UGH. It's not BEANSPROUT for the last time!"

We continued to quarrel when Chaoji interrupted with a knock on the door.

"Um excuse me, but I had an announcement for the boss." When he spotted Allen under my grip, he rather nervously stuttered, "Um, b-boss, he's the new employee."

"What did you say?!"

"Um h-he's the new..." Before Chaoji could finish his statement, another unpleasant yet familiar voice had rung in my ears."HE"S THE ERRAND BOY!~" Red hair and an eye patch, Lavi made another one of his untimely, flashy entrance.

Waving enthusiastically, Lavi took Allen's hands and unnecessarily greeted him. "Hey. The name's Lavi. I'm assuming you're Allen…right?"

The little beansprout politely nodded in response. "Yes. Nice to meet you, I am Allen Walker."

The red head nodded and smiled. He turned around and ebulliently added, "Yuu~. Isn't this nice?"

At first I was even more annoyed by the fact that this little useless bean bag was going to be my responsibility when a thought hit me. He belonged to me. I could finally enact my rightful revenge… and not to mention, I was enjoying the very thought of having a little punching bag to my self.

I smirked and folded my arms. "Hmph. I'll work you until your very last breath."


A/N: Once again you guys....sorry for the short length of this chapter....TT_______TT I'll make it up to you guys in the next one!!!! Leave a Review!! Let me know what you think!!! -laughs-