Kohta:For the next week and a half Yuka managed to irritate the hell out of me. More than usual. I mean, I loved Yuka, but for the love of hell, she was getting on my nerves. I missed Kaede more than anything, which only heightened my irritation. I kept thinking of her warm pale skin, her breasts, her rough voice…

"Kohta? Why have you been ignoring me? I thought you loved me! I hate when you act like this, you know how I get. Kohta? Are you even listening to me?" Yuka nagged, abruptly pulling me from my thoughts.

"That's fucking it. I'm leaving." I retort, getting up, and walking back into our room. For a moment she didn't follow me, and in that time I managed to find a small duffel bag. I began putting necessities into it. I couldn't take this anymore, I needed to find Kaede.

"What do you mean leaving?" She murmured, her voice wavering, as she walked into the room behind me. Her eyes met my hands as I put a pair of slacks into the darkly colored bag, and she burst into tears. "Why are you doing this Kohta? You can't just leave! You're always doing this!" She slapped me acrossed the face, hard and fast, making my head jerk to the side. I froze like that for a moment, before straightening myself and narrowing my eyes.

"Don't you dare hit me. I am sick and tired of you acting like I am your little toy to order around as you please. All you ever do it complain and whine, and then when you don't get your way you turn into a hysterical…."

"A hysterical what, Kohta?" She whispered, her voice thick, with either anger or sadness, I couldn't decipher. Or maybe I didn't care enough to find out.

"A hysterical bitch." I finish, walking past her, pushing past her narrow shoulders. I walked into the bathroom, throwing a few other things into my bag before zipping it up.

"Don't you dare leave Kohta." She growled behind me. I turned, irritation consuming me.

"Or what? You'll slap me again? You'll cry?"

She characteristically ran into the bedroom, only this time, I didn't follow her. I was done consoling her. I stood in front of the front door for a moment, pausing before opening it, feeling a moments worth of guilt, but I swallowed it and place a hand on the handle.

Only I needn't turn it, for it was pulled open with great force. Two men in black suits pushed me back into my house, one remaining in front of my door, and the other going down my hallway.

"Is your wife home?" The man in front of me asked. He had stubbles on his chin, and his dark hair was slicked back. His eyes were dark, and I could see one of his hands resting over what appeared to be a gun. I swallowed hard, before answering.

"No."

I hear the other man, who was in a matching suit, abruptly open one of the doors in the hallway, and I turn quickly. The bathroom. I silently prayed Yuka would, just this once, shut the hell up. For her sake.

"Kohta, stop slamming doors, you know I hate that. If you are going to leave, just go!" She yells, her voice thick with tears, from the bedroom. I swear under my breath. The man in front of me abruptly grabs my shirt collar and my eyes widen.

"Don't lie to us again." He says, his voice filled with acidity. The other man returned beside me, holding Yuka firmly. She was, thankfully, silent, eyeing the man's gun that he held tightly in his left hand. He gripped her arm in his right.

"Don't try anything" The other man growls, as he holds a gun up to Yuka's temple, "Or she dies."

Sure, I was pretty pissed off with Yuka, but that didn't mean I wanted her to die. So I nodded, deciding to be compliant, if only for her sake. He had long blonde hair, in a loose pony tail, and bright green eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Yuka demands, her voice tinged with fear.

"I don't think, Miss, that you are in a position to be asking the questions." The blonde man murmurs, pressing the gun harder against her head.

"Knock it off, Kuron." The dark haired man snapped. So the blonde's name was Kuron… The name didn't sound familiar. These men didn't look like police, and I doubted they were secret service or anything of the like, since I hadn't done anything illegal.

"What do you want?" I ask, keeping my tone as light as I could, but it still came out strained.

Kuron met my gaze for a moment before his colleague responded.

"I want to ask you some questions."

"Alright," I prompted, impatience leaking into my already strained tone.

"Have you seen your childhood friend recently?"

I opened my mouth to lie, to say I had no idea what he was talking about, but he cut me of before I could utter a sound.

"I want you to think real REAL hard, because if you answer wrong…" He trailed off, glancing over at Kuron who held a gun up to Yuka's head.