Capítulo 7: where are you? | chapter 05
Nothing to say this time, my little bunnies. Have fun reading!
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3rd Person POV:
(Y/n)'s head stirred, her thoughts distorted, and her eyes hazy. As she opened her tired hues, a pang of pain made its way inside of her brain. She sat her body upright, but then noticed something quite important about the situation she was in. She wasn't in bed with Ushijima. Instead, she was in the back seat of a limousine, her body near a boy with chocolate brown hair, and matching eyes to complete the look.
Before he noticed she was awake, (Y/n) took the time to look at his features, and study her surroundings. There was no use in screaming for help, so she thought the next best thing would be a plan to escape this unidentified man.
He was wearing a nice and expensive-looking suit, which had light teal finishings. To go with the man's outfit was a pair of brown, waxed shoes. He looked as if he, or someone else, had dressed him for a fancy occasion. Or maybe some kind of event. Regardless of what the reason was, he dressed almost the same way as Ushijima dresses; for normal work days.
To the right of him was another man. He had dark brown hair, and it somehow spiked up; he too wore a white suit with the same teal details. As the young girl darted her eyes around the limo's interior, she noticed there were two more men in the seats at the very back of the car. One of them took notice in (Y/n)'s stare, so then he tapped the man with chocolate brown hair on the shoulder.
"Em, boss?" He peeped out, shrinking back in his seat at the sight of the "boss's" scowl.
"What. Is. It? If you couldn't tell, I'm not in the best of moods as of current, so if you could make this quick, no one has to die." The girl's eyes went wide, hearing the words 'no one has to die.' She didn't really want to spend time in her life having to see someone die before her eyes; by another human being, no less.
"It's j-just... the girl is, she- she's up." He stuttered out, making the boss's head turn over to where (Y/n) was cowering; they tied her hands at the back. They had covered her mouth with tape, and their subtle actions filled her eyes with horror.
As the supposed subordinate finished the last of his sentence, the man with the chocolate-like orbs looked over to where the now tied up girl was sitting. "Oh, (Y/n)-chan, you're finally awake! Do you feel okay? I apologize for the tape on your mouth, and the rope around your wrists, but I didn't want to take any chances."
A few seconds of silence passed over the small group until the man on the boss's right spoke up. "Oikawa, no, Shittykawa. She can't respond because of the tape we put on her mouth! Stupid idiot." As he mumbled the last part, this 'Oikawa' spoke once again,
"Ah! That's right, Iwa-chan. I'm so sorry my love." (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows at Oikawa and his choice of words.
'My love? Is he talking about me? I don't remember ever meeting him before. Not to mention ever loving him.' The young girl thought to herself, wincing in pain at the feeling of the tape being slowly and carefully torn off her lips.
"There, does that feel better, honey?" He asked, to which (Y/n) actually answered with a civil reply.
"Y-Yes. It feels a bit better...." She trailed off, partially ending her words until speaking again. "Excuse me, but em... who- who are you?" The (H/c) girl swallowed a ball of spit that was lingering in the back of her throat for quite some time now.
"Who am I? What an absurd question to ask! Don't you remember me, my sweet?" Oikawa's eyes were very dull, empty- dangerous, in fact. (Y/n) wondered what or who he thought she was, because she adamantly didn't remember seeing him ever in my life. At least, not that she could ever recall. Ahh, thinking of all of this made her head hurt even more!
The young girl responded with, "No, I'm sorry but... I can't seem to find a memory with you in it. Am I supposed to know you?" As tilted her head to the side, the eyebrows on her face knitted further than they had ever before.
Even though it might not sound like it, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel terrified. Her hands were trembling behind her back, sweat was dripping down her forehead, and her tiny little heart was beating against the inside of her chest. All she yearned for was to go back home to Waka.
"Yes, in fact. Do you not remember all the time we spent together? The presents we shared, the flower crowns, the memories—everything! None of that ring a bell to you?" The brunette yelled at the tiny girl, and, out of habit from living with her abusive father, she shrank back as she hid my face to the right of her shoulder; she was expecting a hit of some sort. But it never came. Instead, (Y/n) felt a pair of arms wrap carefully around her body, caressing her hair lightly... lovingly.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you, (Y/n)-chan. I- I didn't mean it. I was just angry because I missed you so much. You probably don't remember because you can't think straight. Maybe this'll jog your memory." Oikawa pulled his head out from the crook out of her neck, looked at the girl with love in his eyes for just a moment, then connected his lips with hers.
'E-Eh?! Why is he kissing me??' The girl thought to herself, not kissing him back. After a few seconds, (Y/n) finally mustered up the strength to push the taller man back. He abided to her actions and slowly backed away.
"Why- Why did you k-kiss me?" She asked, touching her lips with her index finger.
"No? Nothing? I guess we'll just wait and see if your memories come back to you then." Oikawa stated, picking (Y/n) up and putting her in his lap. Her face went red from embarrassment, and then the shade became even deeper after feeling his hands brush a strand of hair out of her face.
The boss dressed in white talked once more. "Oh, and to answer your question (Y/n)-chan, I kissed you because you're my girlfriend. What's wrong with that?" As he pouted out the last words of his sentence, the girl's eyes went wide.
'Girlfriend?! What does he mean, girlfriend?? Waka, where are you?!' She thought, with her head racing with millions of questions.
But out of the million of questions the (Y/n) had, only one remained consistent; could she really be Oikawa's girlfriend?
On Ushijima's Side (His POV)...
I stepped on the gas pedal of my car harder than I ever have before. I was angry; so FUCKING angry. Someone took my angel, (Y/n), and I want to know who.
I want to find them, slowly tear them apart, piece by piece. I want to kill them painfully, limb by limb, then smear the blood all over their face just to make them feel something. And if they don't apologize the to (Y/n); if their screams don't fill the basement room by the time I'm done with them, I'll just feed them to the wolves. For those of you who don't know, we own wolves. By 'we,' I mean my little angel and I. She'd always loved them, and has always wanted some as pets ever since we were little. It's illegal in most countries, but when you're a mafia boss who has a girlfriend that wants lots of wolves as pets, you make things work.
Aside from our giant yet adorable beasts, I was still angry at the world. And soon, once I find out who took my lover, I'll channel all that anger against them.
I stepped out of my car, glaring at a worker to put it away. They fearfully nodded and did so. Walking into the front doors of our office lobby, everyone bowed down to me. To illustrate, let me explain the structure of Shiratorizawa. On the first floor is the lobby. It's marble white, decorated with maroon furniture, and gold finishings here and there. From that point on, are 50 floors that go up; and 50 that go down.
The 50 levels for the top of the property are for my 'ground' business. To half of the world, I run over 38 very successful hotel/cassinos. They are, of course, legal and rack in a bunch of money. There are many premisses scattered all over the country, and some out.
On the flip side, the 50 levels for the bottom of the property are for my 'underground' business. To the other half of the world, I run an international drug company. On the side, I give out classes 6-10 weaponry, counterfeit money, I kill people, and do smaller drug dealings.
I hastened to the front desk where Goshiki, our new receptionist, was working. He had a pair of wireless earphones on, and he was looking at the screen of his computer. He's a rookie, so he has killed no one yet, but we're making decent progress with him. I think he'll be fine in this type of life. However, no matter how much potential he holds won't stop me from being irritable and furious at the fact that my one and only girlfriend disappeared. I angrily knocked three times on the white marble countertop, making him lock eyes with mine.
"Oh! B-Boss! What are you doing here?" He asked, a sweat forming on his forehead.
"Feeling annoyed at the fact that you won't let me into my underground-building. Open the goddamn fucking doors, NOW!" I had no intention of yelling at the young man, but when I started talking, my nerves took over and the frustrated tone of voice came from my mouth.
"Of course, right away, boss!" He pressed the silver button located underneath a part of his desk, causing a hatch from the floor to open automatically. That hatch, if you couldn't tell already, was the doorway to (for fun's sake, let's just call it) hell.
I subconsciously scowled at the raven-haired man, then stepped down into the dimly lit staircase; walking down to where all the 'goods' were located. As I reached the end of the long line of stairs, was a heavy metal door planted right in front of me. I reached into my suit and grabbed out my security card; it's a maroon-gold card given only to Shiratorizawa members. Used only for access to the most classified rooms, this card also has an automatic detonator on it. The explosion only goes off when a member becomes a traitor, it's actually quite handy.
Putting the card on the scanner, the bulky door of cold and silver metal opened for me. As soon as I stepped in, my workers surrounded me; welcoming me back, offering me snacks, giving me papers to sign—all kinds of annoying gestures.
"Boss! Welcome back to the base. Karasuno called again. They said they wanted to schedule-"
*BANG*
"Their voice was so annoying." I mumbled under my breath, before Tendou snapped his fingers, showing someone to come and clean the mess up. I could always count on him to do his job correctly.
He walked over to me, straightened his tie, and began talking. "Wakatoshi-kun, why did you shoot that man? I mean, it's not like it isn't normal, it's just... you usually let them finish their sentences before you shoot the victims. Is something wrong?" Sometimes, Tendou's observations are way too accurate for me to even argue against.
"Yeah, something's fucking wrong; (Y/n)'s gone!! Somehow, someone broke into our house in the middle of the night and took my baby. And they were good, too. I checked everywhere in the house before coming here, yet I found no fingerprints, footprints, no furniture ruined, nothing taken, just my angel (Y/n)." My eyes were overflowing with bloodlust, and I wanted nothing more than to push a gun to the forehead of the person who took my love.
"Wait, (Y/n)-san disappeared?! Do we know where and who the hell took her?" He frantically asked. Tendou always looked after my angel as some kind of bodyguard, which was reassuring for me.
"She was last in our bedroom, but when I woke up, she wasn't there. I'm not sure who took her, but you bet on your life that I'm going to figure out who that bastard is." As the two of us neared the meeting room, Tendou's face lit up, as if he had an idea to share.
I had already called an emergency meeting beforehand, so everyone was already sitting down in their assigned seats. I took mine at the head of the table, while Tendou sat on my right; Semi on my left. Aside from the man on my right, everyone here looked worried and scared. Probably because of the look on my face, and maybe because that this is the first emergency meeting I've ever called.
"I don't have time to explain why I called you all here on such notice. Deal with it. On much more important matters, (Y/n) has disappeared. I don't know who took her, but someone did and I want to know who."
"But boss, do we really know she's been captured-"
"ARE YOU QUESTIONING ME? BECAUSE IF THAT'S THE CASE, I'LL GLADLY TAKE PLEASURE IN SLITTING YOUR THROAT." Once again, I was hairs away from grabbing a knife from my suit and throwing towards the man who defied me. It was a habit I was trying to get out of.
"N-No, boss. Of course not! I'm s-sorry for even implying that." The man shrunk back down into his seat, as I cleared my throat with anger and anticipation. But before I could talk, Tendou perked up.
"Wakatoshi-kun, did you check your security cameras? I know you have many planted in your house, so maybe we'll be able to glimpse the culprit." He raised an eyebrow in interest, making me realize something.
"I actually didn't check the cameras. Get the footage now." I ordered, to which two people followed. When they came back with the equipment, and when everything got set up, we looked through the footage of that night.
At first, everything was normal. That was until a group of people came into our room and quietly snatched (Y/n) from my grasp. They were wearing these coats, so we couldn't see their faces. My jaw clenched at the sight, watching as one man brushed a strand of hair out of her beautiful face. After maybe 7 minutes, they left our house, taking my love with them. But before they could get in their limo, the license plate of said vehicle shimmered in the moonlight.
"Zoom in on that license plate." I said, and the employee did as he was told.
As the camera got closer to the words on the long car, the image of 'Seijoh' became more and more clear.
Seijoh took my angel.
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