A/N Here's your inconsistent update for Captured Heart. ^^
This is chapter twenty. I decided to disregard chapter nineteen because I didn't want to deal with Ch 20. Ch 19, Ch 21. Ch 20 B.S.
Chapter nineteen simply does not exist.
No big deal. c:
So anyhoo, here ya' go.
Yumi's police cruiser pulled up to the building with the underground slave auction. Parking the car wherever and shutting it off, she stepped out of her side, followed soon by Akihiko who was riding in the passenger's seat. Backup pulled up soon after, ready to take any action if needed. The duo approached the door with caution.
"This the right place?" Yumi asked.
"Yes. I'm sure of it," Akihiko answered.
"Well then, let's get a move on!" She exclaimed, excitement to bust a cap in some crooks' asses evident in her tone. She simply tried to open the door as a first resort, but to no surprise, it was locked. There were no guards around, either, so she pulled out her gun and shot the lock, kicking the door wide open. They scavenged through the building and went down to the basement, expecting to be greeted by Yoshiyuki and his other men.
But when the elevator doors opened... there were no people. No tables, no chairs, not even a stage.
The room was completely empty.
Akihiko's eyes widened in disbelief as he took slow steps out into the empty room. Yumi huffed, placing her hands on her hips as she stayed behind.
"But... no," the author stammered. "They were here... I swear! I don't-"
"Alright, calm down, Usami-san. I believe you. It's not like it's impossible that they moved locations. Tricky bastards... damn. I was actually looking forward to throwing their asses in jail." She adjusted her belt as she put her gun back.
"Thank you for believing me, but now I fear our deal might be interrupted," Akihiko sighed.
Yumi walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. The rabbit looked back at her with sadness in his eyes.
"It's not," she cooed. "Just give me the license plate number. I'll find your friend's little brother. I swear it. But first I'm going to take you home and you should get some sleep. You look like you need it."
Akihiko couldn't help but smile. "Thank you."
Akihiko plopped on his- no, his and Misaki's- bed after he arrived home. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep even if he tried, but, he felt much more hopeful than he did before. He closed his eyes when he felt the warmth of fresh tears forming.
Misaki... I miss you.
Misaki was still recovering from cleaning up the guest bed room. He constantly felt the urge to throw up and would run to the bathroom. During the passing period, he was in Takana's own bedroom, which had very little in it- just a bed, a nightstand, and a dresser. He took a look around the room before he was startled by a voice behind him.
"How's it going?" Takana asked, standing in the doorway.
"Fine."
"Need anything? A new rag, some more water-" he paused before lowering his voice and smirking, "-some motivation?"
"No," Misaki answered flatly.
"If you say so," the blonde said before going back to the couch and sitting down.
Misaki could feel his fists clamping as tight as humanely possible. He hated everything about Takana. The way he acted, looked, talked, just the sound of his voice made the flower want to whither. He stopped wallowing in mindful hate and focused on the task at hand: cleaning, while looking for the key to the door on the side. He began dusting the top of the dresser before curiously looking through the drawers. He actually winced wantingly when he saw normal clothes sitting inside. Oh how he wanted to get out of this humiliating silk robe and just change into some normal clothes. But at least the robe wasn't revealing.
He sighed again as he closed the drawer. He then moved onto the bed and fluffed the pillows and smoothed out the wrinkles in the blanket. His eyes then averted to the nightstand, which he of course, opened up the first drawer to find a watch and some mints, but no key. He huffed angrily before slamming the drawer shut quite loudly. When he heard the impact of noise, he flinched, hoping Takana didn't hear it. When it was silent for several moments, he went back to his job. Misaki got down on one knee to reach the second drawer of the nightstand before reaching for the knob. He sighed one more time.
I doubt it's there... but it's worth a look, he thought.
He pulled the drawer open, and of course, did not see a key. But he did see something that might be just as good. He let out a small gasp before slowly reaching his small hand inside the drawer and pulling out what he found.
It was Takana's gun.
He stared at the gun in shock. This was it. This was his way out. This is what he could use to escape. He heard a noise coming from the living room and jumped back up to his feet with the gun still in hand. He was careful with it, knowing that guns were not toys. He then looked back at the gun. Millions of things ran through his mind.
Should he shoot himself? No.. that would be too easy.
Should he shoot Takana? No.. not yet, at least.
He had a golden opportunity and he didn't intend on wasting it. So he sat on the bed with the gun in hand, thinking of what he could do.
Several minutes passed and Takana barely heard any noise coming from the bedroom. He let out an annoyed sigh, folding up his newspaper and tossing it aside onto the floor. He got up from the couch and pounded on the bedroom door quite violently.
"You better not be fucking around in there, you little brat," he spat. "I'm going to count to three and when I do, I'm going to open the door and the room better be spotless."
Still no sound.
"One... two... three," he grabbed the doorknob and opened it using more force than necessary. He expected to find the boy taking a nap on the bed or sitting in a corner, either way neglecting to do the work he was assigned, and was ready to yell at him- but instead he found something worse: Misaki was standing in the middle of the room with his back to Takana. His silk robe was on the ground, and the drawer was open. Misaki had pulled some clothes out of the drawer and wore them; a plan white T-shirt, grey sweatpants and white socks.
And Takana felt enraged. He started walking towards Misaki forcefully.
"You little shit..." he hissed. "Who the hell gave you permission to-?!" He stopped dead in his tracks when the boy spun around, and pointed the gun right at him.
Silence filled the room when Takana's face went pale, and he ceased to move. His breathing stilled and his eyes shot wide open. The silence was then interrupted by a small voice;
"D... Don't talk to me like that," Misaki said.
A/N Oh shit :'D Misaki isn't so helpless after all~
But given the situation and the circumstances, well... it's only common sense.
Hei guess what I typed this at school and am posting it at school. I am currently at school right at this moment as I am writing my author's note. o_0 Fanfiction is more fun than school though.
SuzukiChiyeko: (18)It is a pretty distinctive description, so I'm sure it's the same exact photo. Cute, isn't it? :3 Takana may be an asshole but he has good taste in uke clothes! (19) Well if it makes you feel better, I read 'Just A Boy' and didn't notice any mistake there, either. xD So we're square!
Ino Death: I make too many mistakes haha I hate it. xD But thank you. Complimenting my writing style is actually really great for me, because it's something I do try really hard to improve on. So I'm really glad that it's working. Thanks so much for your kind words, and I hope you will continue to read and enjoy my story (and my writing style improvement hopefully xD).
RitsuKitten: Well you never know, huh? ;) It can go either way. It was a tough distinction between whether Misaki was going to rescue himself, or Akihiko, or the police, or maybe even someone else like Takahiro. The story will continue and we will find out. ^^
ClaryJace77: I should be failing my math class, the only reason why I'm not is because my teacher gives us completion grades on our homeworks. If he didn't, I'd have like, a Z-. :3 Math sucks. xD
TBC,
-Tiny
**P.S. It's almost summer break for me! 3 I'll have all the time in the world to update! 3**