A/N I present to you all~ an update.
My heart got broken today. '^' So I was in the mood to write something depressing.
Seeing as how this is a rather depressing story I decided to update it.
Here is chapter 16~
Yoshiyuki and a few of his accomplices stood in the day-lighted room. Tables were being moved around, and the stage was being remodeled. Yoshiyuki stood in place ordering the other man around, telling them where to put things and how to put them. The only sound that could be heard was the clanking of objects hitting or being lifted off the floor and chatter among the marauders until-
SLAM.
The front door flew open like it had been opened by someone being released from solitary confinement after ten years. It caught the marauder's attention, Yoshiyuki's especially, who turned to face the angry silver-haired man who had barged in. They stared as Akihiko took large and loud steps towards the stage.
"Nice to know the doors were being securely guarded," Yoshiyuki mumbled to no one specifically, however glanced at two in particular people who had been assigned the task hours ago. They simply stood still and watched.
Akihiko recognized the most formally dressed, Yoshiyuki, to be the head of this place. He forcefully approached him before gripping the collar on his suit coat rather roughly, yanking it up and nearly bringing Yoshiyuki's feet off the ground. His accomplices stopped what they were doing to get into a defensive stance while looking at Akihiko, and a few of them even pulled guns. Yoshiyuki calmy raised a hand in an informative gesture.
"It's okay, I have this," he said nonchalantly, and the men lowered their firearms.
"You know, sir," Yoshiyuki spoke again, "the next auction won't be for several months. We still have to gather up a new group of sl-"
"Who bought Misaki Takahashi?" Akihiko asked flatly.
"Misaki Takahashi? He was sold quite some time ago. I'm afraid you're too late to make any purchases-" He was once again cut off by Akihiko, but this time, Akihiko headbutted him quite violently in the nose. Yoshiyuki let out a yelp in pain, bringing a hand to his nose to ease the pain there.
"Who bought him?" Akihiko asked again, more darkly.
"A man named Takana Hiroshi," Yoshiyuki finally answered.
"What did he look like?"
"Long, dirty, shaggy blonde hair and rustic clothes... very tall, muscular, and tan.. brown eyes that scream malevolence," Yoshiyuki spit out the blood he felt running down his tongue, realizing Akihiko had struck his teeth, too.
Akihiko's heart felt twisted as he realized his suspicions had been confirmed. "Do you know where he lives?" he asked, setting the man down as he seemed to be more cooperative by this point.
Yoshiyuki wiped the remaining blood from his lips. "I don't know, but he had attended three previous auctions before actually making a purchase... I've seen the car he drove, and there's probably footage of it somewhere on our security camera tapes."
Akihiko looked down to the floor, his heart easing with hope.
I might actually be able to find Misaki...
He looked back down at the younger Yoshiyuki. His violet eyes had become grief-stricken and desperate, Yoshi could see it. Tears threatened to fall from the bunny's eyes as he shot Yoshi one of the most mournful looks he had ever seen.
"Please..." Akihiko sobbed. "Show me."
Yoshiyuki blinked, speechless as he looked up at the author. He had always considered himself to be greedy and lustful for nothing but money and personal pleasures, and he had always known in the back of his mind that the detainment of every individual slave had to have affected somebody in a horrifying manner, but he had never witnessed it until. . . now. The sad look in this man's eyes, the desperation in his voice, it was foreign to him. For the past three years he had only been surrounded by men like Takana who attended the auctions. But considering this boy's- Misaki Takahashi's- situation synced with something of Yoshiyuki's past, he couldn't help but glance down at Akihiko's chest to hide the sympathy in his eyes.
"Alright," Yoshi said.
A dirty white van with no windows drove down the streets of downtown Tokyo. Takana smiled as they stopped at a red light, taking this opportunity to glance back at a completely nude, hogtied Misaki who had a cloth stuffed in his mouth and another tied around it to keep it inside. The light turned green, and Takana continued driving down the road as if he was in the most normal situation in the world, enjoying the sounds of the whimpering puppy and the sound of the shackles being yanked and shaken. It was like music to his ears. He knew it wasn't smart to drive around a sex slave, but Misaki had already escaped once, and Takana did not intend on letting him do so a second time. Leaving Misaki alone at the apartment was too risky for his logic. It was times like these he took pride in the form of the vehicle he drove around so casually.
"What's wrong, love?" Takana asked, peering over his shoulder to switch lanes as he heard Misaki attempting to scream. "Don't you want some new clothes?"
Misaki struggled violently, utterly desperate to get out of the chains, out of this car, and out of Takana's hold. Just to get out. This continued for several minutes until Misaki felt the car come to a stop. Takana turned the keys, turning off the car and took off his seatbelt. He opened the door before turning around and ruffling Misaki's hair. Misaki flinched, not wanting Takana to touch him.
"I'll be back, love," Takana said. "Don't go anywhere~" and with that, he was gone.
Misaki managed to sit up in the back of the van. He leaned on the back door, hoping it would open. But, no such luck came to be. He tried to stand up as much as possible, but his wrists being chained to his ankles, he failed to bring himself up high enough to grab the handle. But Takana wasn't stupid enough to leave it unlocked from the inside, anyway.
He managed to squirm up to the front of the car and looked out the window to see and hear cars driving by and a few people walking on the sidewalk as well. He stayed for a moment, hoping someone would peek in, until he realized the windows had been completely tinted.
Misaki fell back over to his side, feeling the familiar sting of tears form in his eyes. He thought he had run out, but knowing that he had a good chance to escape during this moment but was failing to do so made him feel languished. He scooted himself closer to the back door, and attempted to pound on it with his hand. But since he was hogtied, it was difficult to pound or kick hard enough to create a loud enough sound for anyone to hear. He cringed at the thought of someone opening the door from the outside and finding him naked, but he tried not to care at this point- he just wanted to get away.
Somehow...
He sat back up and used his head to bang on the door, but only managed to do it once before falling back in pain. He gave up and simply cried silently to himself.
It wasn't long before his taskmaster came back with a bag of clothes. Misaki opened his shaky eyes, trying to see what was in the bag. Takana placed the bag in the passenger's seat, and buckled his seat belt before turning the car back on.
"I think you'll like what I bought you," he said with a smirk. He heard Misaki groan in agony and put his head back down at those words. He chuckled to himself.
"Don't fret, love. I still have one more stop to make."
Akihiko pulled his red sports car into the penthouse's parking garage and shut the car off. He hurriedly ran inside and into the elevator, pushing the button to his floor. Yoshiyuki had, oddly enough, shown him the tapes, and Akihiko managed to see Takana's face in a rolled down window in his van parked in the parking lot of the building. He saw the license plate on the van, and had gone back home to do some research on the plate to find his Misaki.
When the elevator door opened, he walked down the hallway and approached his door. He reached for the knob but his hand stopped when he saw that his lock had been broken.
"What the hell?" he said to himself, before coming to a quick realization and opening the door to step inside. Everything looked the same, nothing appeared to be stolen- but he did notice a piece of paper sitting on the counter that had not been there before.
Akihiko picked it up and his eyes furrowed as he read the message written on it. When he finished, his eyes widened in utter shock. He dropped the paper, spun around to grab his coat, keys and checkbook, and ran back out the door. The paper fell lightly to the ground, landing front-side up, revealing to anyone who passed by its contents. It had an address on it, and it read:
Bring lots of money.
A/N Yeah, so, that's gonna happen. .w.
Don't hurt me~
SuzukiChiyeko: Yes, yes he is. I am ashamed that I managed to create such a disgusting person .w. tis' a great accomplishment.
TBC,
-Tiny