A/N Wai hellu thur.
Yeah, so obviously.. here's an update!
I'm supposed to be doing homework right now, but eh. This is more fun.
Here's Chapter 17!
The red sports car zipped loudly through the streets in the eye of night. It hurled around corner after corner until it finally, after what seemed like a hopeless eternity, reached its destination at the Shibuya Tobu Hotel. He nearly crashed landed in the parking lot, shutting off the car and stepping out wherever it stopped at, not caring about the potential consequences he would face later. All he cared about right now was Misaki.
He scurried to the front door, and looked up at the multi-story hotel. He cursed under his breath.
Damn that bastard, he thought. He wants to make a ransom at a hotel? This place is huge... it could be in any room, on any floor, or it may not even be inside the building at all-
He paused for a moment. He hurried around to the backside of the building where there was a parking garage. It was dark, quiet, and rather empty- only the company of a large white van and a sandy-haired blonde man nearby smoking a cigarette.
Akihiko felt his eyes furrow and his heart go bitter upon seeing the other man. He stomped over forcefully, his loud footsteps grasping the attention of the blonde, who then threw his cigarette aside onto the ground.
"Well, look who's here," he said simply as he stretched his back and popped his knuckles. "I was wondering when you were going to show up, or if you were even going to show up at all. You must not care about 'him' very much-"
The rabbit was in no mood for this, and he yanked Takana off the ground by the collar. To his discontent, Takana hardly reacted to the sudden action, that smug smirk never leaving his face once. It was as if he thought he could get away with doing or saying anything he wanted, but Akihiko begged to differ.
"Where... the hell.. is he?" The author asked impatiently. Takana simply chuckled.
"Slow down there, Usami. Can't we just talk for a little while?"
"We can't," the other man retorted.
"We can, and we will-" Takana said back, "-that is, if you ever plan on seeing the boy again."
Akihiko cursed silently as he set Takana down, who stepped back a couple feet and brushed his shirt off before speaking.
"I must say, Usami, I was rather surprised when I found out you were alive," he uttered. "It was all over the news. 'Big-time author Akihiko Usami shot and hospitalized.' And then it turned into, 'Big-time author Akihiko Usami flees from the hospital after incomplete gunshot treatment.' You are one crazy son of a bitch. I guess I slightly respect you for that. Luckily, Takahashi was asleep during this time and didn't hear a word of it."
The silver-haired man felt disgusted by every word that slithered out of Takana's mouth. It was as though every syllable had a drop of poison, and was permeating through the air, making Akihiko feel sick to his stomach and his heart.
"I guess I should mention," he continued, "Takahashi thinks you're dead. Kind of amusing, actually. You should've seen his face. I'm surprised he didn't drown himself in his tears. It was really cute."
"You son of a bitch!" Akihiko yelled, raising a fist to beat the man, but froze after he heard the familiar sound of a gun click. Takana pulled the gun from his belt and aimed it at the author.
"Watch it," Takana clucked his tongue. "I shot you before, don't think for a minute that I'd hesitate to do it again, and this time, I won't miss," he threatened.
Akihiko lowered his fist, but did not release it from its own grip. Now down at his side, his fist began to shake. He felt hurt, sad, pissed, and honestly- a little scared. But all those emotions were morphing together inside of him and creating a new emotion of desperation. He was so close, he just couldn't screw up like last time.
"Where is Misaki?" The man asked quietly, looking down.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Takana said, lowering the gun. "I called you hear because, as you can imagine, Takahashi was a very expensive product. I managed to get my hands on him because of the money I've been collecting from drug dealing. Now that that money is gone, I expect it back in full.. plus interest."
"Don't treat Misaki as an object..." The author said, still avoiding eye contact.
Takana smirked. "I want the money, Usami."
Akihiko finally looked up. "Show me Misaki first."
The man paused for a moment before sighing deeply. He took a few steps over to his van and tapped on the dark window. Akihiko hesitantly walked forward and cupped his eyes to see better. The windows had been extremely tinted, but from this close, he could vaguely see Misaki laying on the floor, hogtied and gagged. His eyes were closed and he ceased to move. The rabbit's eyes widened in shock as he let out a loud gasp.
"Misaki!" he cried, grabbing the handle and yanking it repeatedly. It had been locked, but he continued to try to force it open desperately. Takana simply stood and watched, chuckling in amusement.
When the man gave up on trying to open the door, be began to loudly pound on the window, hoping to get the boy's attention.
"Misaki!" Pound. No change. "Misaki!" Pound. No chance. "MISAKI!"
"Alright, alright, knock it off," Takana grabbed Akihiko's wrist and forced him to spin around and face him. The author broke away from Takana's grasp, and took a few steps back as he breathed heavily. "He won't be able to hear you, I'm afraid. So quit your pounding before you break my damn windows." Takana said.
"What the hell did you do to him?!" Akihiko shouted angrily.
"Calm down," Takana snorted. "I simply knocked him out before you arrived- couldn't have him seeing you alive, now could we? But just imagine how excited he'll be later when he does see you." He tried to sound reassuring, but nothing he said satisfied the author.
"Now-" Takana raised his gun again. "The money."
Akihiko hesitantly reached into his pocket and pulled out his checkbook and a pen.
"H-How much?" He asked as he clicked the ball point out of the tube.
Takana thought for a short time. "One hundred and fifty million."
Jesus Christ, the author thought to himself, but proceeded to write out the cheek for one hundred fifty million dollars. He slowly tore it out, and began to hand it over to the blonde.
Damn it.. I can't believe I am just letting this bastard get what he wants. But what else am I supposed to do? He has Misaki.. and a gun. Shit.. I hate this helpless feeling... he thought angrily as his hand continued to reach out towards the other man. Takana smiled as he reached for it, but the ransom was interrupted by a sudden bright flash of light, and the sound of numerous guns being clicked.
Confused, Akihiko spun to the deep end of the parking garage where several police cars were parked. Their brights permeating the air, Akihiko raised an arm to shield his eyes from the light. When they finally adjusted, he saw numerous police officers taking shelter behind their vehicles just meters away, and just as many guns being pointed at the two of them.
"What the hell is going on over there?" Once officer shouted.
"Well, shit," Takana was the first to speak. Akihiko was too stunned over it all to react quickly enough, and before he could, Takana had snatched the check out of his hand. The blonde then proceeded to fire his gun at the cops. As soon as the author heard the gunfire, he became panicked and took shelter on the other side of Takana's van. But he wasn't there for long before the van sped away. When he looked up, he was only greeted by a police officer, a real one this time, who took his arm and yanked him off the ground. Akihiko took deep breaths as he watched the white van speed away with his precious beloved inside.
Misaki's deviant green eyes fluttered open and he let out a cute noise, conveying he was waking up. He was back in the wooden room in the apartment, but he was no longer restrained. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eye with one fist. He didn't preform that action for long before both of his eyes popped open to look at his arm. What he noticed was a long, large, sleeve dropping off of his wrist. He stood up quickly and looked down at his body to get a full view of the garment. He was wearing a long, silk pink Japanese robe with red and white flowers patterned all over.
What? He thought, and now that he thought about it, his head felt strange, too. He reached a hand up to pat his hair, where he could feel several flowers decorated there, too. He shivered in the cool feeling of the silk, and hugged himself. He heard the sound of a television from the other side of the door. He turned his head in that direction, and walked towards it slowly.
He reached for the knob the turned it, expecting it to be locked- but it opened. He gasped quietly in surprise and flung it open completely, stepping out into the brighter lit room of the apartment. He looked at the television, which he had heard correctly. It was on the news channel, where a woman stood in front of a hotel surrounded by several police, giving a report.
"The police haven't heard the man's side of the story yet, but it was someone they were least expecting tonight as they located said man who fled from the hospital not too long before, they've taken him into custody and have yet to hear the story. I'm sure everyone is demanding an explanation from the famous Aki-"
The television shut off.
"Huh?" Misaki blinked. He flinched back when he saw Takana stand up from the couch and set the remote down. He then turned to the bewildered flower.
"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty. Look how adorable you look in those clothes... you truly are a product of fine processing and development." He licked his lips upon seeing the boy.
Misaki stood still and silent. He took quiet breaths before his eyes peered over to the front door. He eyed it for several moments until Takana spoke.
"Sorry, sugar," Takana said, walking towards Misaki. "You think I didn't take precautions before I brought you back? That door is locked from the inside now, too. I have a key but don't bother looking for it. You won't be leaving this apartment any time soon."
Misaki heard the man, but his eyes never left the door until Takana took Misaki's chin in hand and forced him to make eye contact. His sad green eyes glared daggers at the man's brown malevolent ones. Takana knew how Misaki was feeling but ignored it and simply chuckled to himself before bringing his lips to meet Misaki's in an electrifying, dominant kiss. Misaki could feel his knees becoming weak as be began to tremble. His eyes shut tightly as tears squeaked from them and got caught in his long lashes. And yet through it all, he did not pull away.
Misaki was no longer afraid of Takana- no. He despised Takana in every shape, way, and form. As far as he knew, Akihiko was dead and he would never forget it. At the same time, he despised himself for being the center of the situation, and being indirectly responsible for the death. After these thoughts spiraled through his pretty little head, Takana pulled back and leaned down to whisper in the flower's ear.
"You're mine forever~"
A/N I hate Takana.
I really do hate him. XD
Sorry if I crushed anyone by making them think Akihiko was going to get Misaki back this chapter. *cringes*
I- Takana was going to put him in a more embarrassing outfit but I couldn't think of one that was clever and also not completely ridiculous.
So I- Takana dressed him up like a pretty little girl. Being the uke he is, I- Takana thinks it's rather precious. ^^
Soulhearts: Thank you for the compliment(s) :3 I appreciate you telling me what you specifically like about my story~ please continue to enjoy it! (Even though I'm an evil bitch!:D)
SuzukiChiyeko:Yeah, I did mention that I stole names because I'm too lazy to make my own. XD So yeah, they're not the same characters. Similar maybe. But I still love all of them 3
Ino Death:Dunno... both, mayhaps~? :3
aubreyabraham97:I know, :C he needs rescuing badly. OR maybe... since he didn't need it last time... he doesn't~! But he is in a sticky situation, so only time will tell.
YaoiCookies-Chan:Well thanks! I'm a huge angst fan (obviously xD) and I'm glad I could depict it in a way to make even non-angst fans can enjoy it, too.
rosaikibu:Thanks ever so much, highly appreciated. It's an encouragement to continue for as long as time will allow!
Also thanks to everyone who comforted me about the recent heart-break. I'm alright now, though. You guys helped me out with your concern! :3 I'm truly glad to have readers who not only read my store but care about me personally. You guys are awesome!
TBC,
-Tiny