A/N Hello everyone! I've got Chapter 13 here!

Also, I went back and cleaned up the older chapters. Made them a little easier on the eyes if you know what I mean.

Anyhoo, enjoy the next chapter. :] And don't kill me.

His head, his stomach, his back, his legs, everything was in pain. It was excruciating. Akihiko gradually came back into consciousness, groaning in misery as the sting from previous events left him dry, then shot back into his body all at once. His eyes blinked opened, but shut again quickly due to the bright light above. He arched his back, trying to move as the memories came flooding back to him.

Misaki...

In a panic, Akihiko's eyes shot open and he sat straight up, doubling the pain. He stumbled back with a loud groan. He panted for a few moments before taking a look around the room. He immediately recognized it to be an emergency room. He looked down at his chest, which was drowning in bloody bandages. He put a hand to his forehead to ease the pain he felt there.

Oh God, he thought. Misaki...

He attempted to get up from the bed, but fell back once more. He was in too much pain, not just physically but emotionally as the uncertainty of Misaki's fate after what had happened taunted him so. He still didn't know whether the man had been a real police officer or not, but Akihiko didn't care. He just wanted to make sure that Misaki was safe.

"Nurse!" He called out in need of assistance. But no said assistance came, instead silence greeted him, nothing but the sound of the steady heart monitor. "Nurse!" He said again, louder, more desperately. He felt the tears begin to form in his eyes. Akihiko couldn't remember the last time he had cried, besides the night he had taken Misaki home. This boy had an unbelievable affect on him, to the point where he didn't care how much pain he felt, he needed to find his Misaki.

Footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door, which Akihiko recognized to be the sound of high heels walking rather rapidly. He sighed in relief believing a nurse to be approaching, but gawked at the red-haired editor who burst into the door a moment later.

"Usami-sensei!" Aikawa yelled fiercely. "What the hell happened? Nobody at Marukawa can get in contact with you for over twenty four hours, and we come to your penthouse to find you laying on the damn floor covered in blood? Explain! Right now!"

"Would you stop yelling so damn loud," Akihiko groaned. "It's not helping my headache. What does it look like happened? A maniac came to my door and shot me! And..." Akihiko trailed off, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes again.

"And what?" Aikawa asked.

"I think he took Misaki," Akihiko answered.

"Who?"

"Misaki.. the boy I was... 'accommodating.'"

"Oh," Aikawa said. "Well why would he go to such lengths?"

"The hell if I know..." Akihiko growled. But then it hit him, the man might have been Misaki's taskmaster from the night of the auction Misaki ran away from. Fear struck his heart as he kicked off the blanket, and sat up straight.

"What the hell are you doing, Sensei?"

"I need to find Misaki..." Akihiko said.

"What you need to do is lie down, you're obviously in no condition to be doing anything-"

"I'm going to find Misaki. Don't try to stop me, Aikawa." Akihiko struggled to stand on his feet. He grabbed his coat from the rack and threw it over himself, stepping out the door, setting out to find his innocent flower.

"You think you're pretty clever, don't you? Running away... trying to hide from me..." Takana delivered another blow to Misaki's face as he spoke darkly.

Tears and blood stained Misaki's face as he struggled. He was on his knees, chained tightly to the wall. He felt fear for himself, and for Akihiko...

Oh God.. Usagi is dead.. Usagi is dead and it's all my fault.. just like my parents.. I deserve this... he thought sadly as the tears poured from his eyes. He received several more blows to the head, stomach, wherever Takana felt like delivering them.

"I paid damn good money for you, boy," Takana spat angirly as he gripped Misaki's shirt tightly. "You thought you could do whatever the hell you want and get away with it? Looks like I really do need to teach you this lesson..."

Misaki could not hear Takana above his own deep thoughts. He was scolding himself, knowing of nothing but the pain he felt in that very moment. He too, suffered physically and emotionally. His mind was almost dead, not wanting to feel anything. He wanted to get away from Takana. He wanted to escape from the pain. He wanted to die.

He snapped back into reality when he noticed Takana pulling out a pair of scissors. Misaki's teary eyes shot open in fear.

He's going to do it. He's going to kill me.

He shut his eyes tightly and turned his face away, emotionally unstable and unready for what he thought was to happen. He flinched when he felt the cold metal of the blades touch his stomach, and began to cut off his shirt.

Misaki only cried harder. Oh no... No not this again... No...

Takana smirked. "We're going to have a lot of fun."

A/N Yeah, Takana... "fun."

Well... I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter maybe?

I felt bad for not updating in a few days, so I just kind of posted a teaser.

I promise I'll stop cliffhanging. Spring Break, maybe. XD

Also, thanks for the reviews! You guys are so cool.

Ino Death:There is a way Takana found out where Misaki was, it has yet to be revealed. :] And I'm glad we share the same animosity toward him... yet I created him. *facepalm*

YaoiKnights:Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying my story. :)

SuzukiChiyeko:It may be Takahiro's doing.., or it may not be. :] No but really, I'm glad you're staying interested! You're a totally awesome person. :D

PassingBye:I'm honored, thank you! I hope you will continue to enjoy it. :)

-Tiny