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[ text ] “Ah, yes, Kida-kun is my friend. Kida Masaomi, right? Aah, you think we can meet up at sunshine 60? I-I’ll meet yuo there!”

[ text: ] Then this is your phone. That’s fine. Are you leaving right away?

naivefacades:

[ text: ] “I’m sorry, I can’t quite comprehend wha… wait what? Oh, oh God, yes I think I might have your phone… uuuh, I don’t know how it happened, so sorry. You want to meet up and take it back? Wait, do you have my phone then instead?”

[ text: ] It’s okay. You don’t have to apologise. I probably do. A Kida’s number is the first number on here, so if you recognise the name, then it’s a yes.
[ text: ] Meeting up to swap would be helpful, yes.

unfortunate circumstances » mikado/kasuka

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Striving through a place at night always had something dangerous to it and yet it also felt so tranquil— calming, quiet, secluded. Mikado had never so much left the house when darkness fell upon the streets, but now that he lived in the city he allowed himself to pass that curfew now and then. He was living alone, he was old enough though his childish features more than once got him unwanted attention of the police when strolling through Ikebukuro at night, there were no parents to stop him and although he might have felt scared from time to time when walking through alleys with no one around, he also found it, in his own naive thinking, exhilarating.

Though Mikado was rarely the type to leave his apartment if not for some purpose— rather he would stay and pass the time on the internet, do some work, even if he felt bored he would not go. But today the stuffy air, warmed up by his computer heating up, felt purely suffocating and by simple chance he happened to go out this night, thus leading him into his unknown misery.

He happened to stumble upon two figures, isolated by their own endeavours. Mikado felt awkward disturbing them, seeing as they were the only ones around. What could’ve felt normal in daylight, would transform into a complete different atmosphere when the sun was concealed— he noticed that indeed the sight before his eyes was something he rather wished not to have seen.

A growl, similar to a greyhound’s bark emanated from the shadow in front of Mikado’s eyes, making the boy flinch. Led by impulse he stepped back— arms held up trying to shield him from the unknown black spectre, his eyes widened in surprise at the daunting sound. A silent gasp had escaped the boy’s lips and as if that was some kind of cue the man pressed a shiny object against the figure’s throat who was already cornered against the wall. “LEAVE !!” the man bawled at him, leaving the youth in a state which truly could be called “a deer caught in the headlights”. Seeing his command not being followed the man grew only more angry, that was the impression Mikado got— hollow steps followed; both figures were now moving, a sharp object still pressed against the other’s neck they approached the frightened teen.

“Behind you, open the door and get in.” quite recklessly the youth looked behind him only to find a silver van standing there. Ironic, wasn’t it— how an everyday object so easily dismissive can suddenly hold a great significance. While Mikado contemplated about the thought he gave the man enough time to plant the sole of his shoe in Mikado’s back, making him crash harshly against the driver’s door. “Open it.” He once again said, his foot not once releasing the strength it held as he pressed the ravenette further against the windows of the van, almost as if he wanted the two beings melt into one. It left the young male with no other choice but to feebly search for the door handle and as he finally slide the door to the side, the force which was still exerted on his back made him tumble into the vehicle.

 They weren’t leaving, Kasuka noted, apathetic in his resignation to either having a witness or having someone else harmed. Involving someone else wasn’t his intention, and he almost felt bad to the fact that he wasn’t the only one in this. Just because someone insane had decided to target him alone, someone else had to get involved just for being there at the wrong time, and his eyes closed for a moment, a soft sigh escaping his lips as the man – the maniac – began talking again. Even after being the chance, he wasn’t gone, and this was really happening right now.

It was times like these that Kasuka wished for his brother, for his strength that could throw away a thousand men. He knew that Shizuo would protect him from this insane man, would probably do everything he could – and already had before, even though he hid afterwards. But he wasn’t here right now and it was just the three of them, and there was nothing Kasuka could do with a knife at his throat.

Then they were moving, closer towards the stranger that stumbled upon them and the knife was pressing against soft flesh more insistently, the edge rubbing against him as they moved, barely firm in the man’s grip but enough so that he would be able to slit Kasuka’s throat should he try anything. It wasn’t comfortable, being so vulnerable, and he never wanted to feel like this again.

The boy was shoved into the van by the man’s foot, once he’d finally slid the door open, and Kasuka was shoved up against the side, threats being whispered into his ear (i’ll kill you both if you try anything i love you i just want you to stay with me so don’t try to run away from me okay) as the knife trailed from his throat and down his arm, until he was shoved into the van beside the boy and the door was slammed closed, locked after the man who slid into the front instead. The actor sucked in a deep breath, eyes shutting once more as he tried to collect himself, to slide that emotionless mask over himself and to keep it there. If anything could break it, it was fear. Nothing else could break him so easily.

Eventually he managed to look over to the boy – or where he thought he was. It was too dark to actually see anything properly, and his mouth twisted at the thought of being shoved from one vulnerable position into another. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice quiet in the worry of the man hearing and hurting the teen in place of him, for something he would do. He pushed himself up from the sprawled position he had landed in, finally able to move after regaining control of his limbs, and the van was moving and rocking and it made him feel just a little bit sick. “You shouldn’t be involved in this.”

unfortunate circumstances » mikado/kasuka

Threats weren’t anything new.

There was always someone out there who had it out for him, whether it be due to jealousy or anger or hatred or infatuation. All of these reasons twisted a person’s mind and made it seem like a good idea to attack a famous actor in broad daylight, despite all the people and the guards and that one brother who guarded him. They weren’t anything new, and by now, Kasuka knew that although they were serious, it was very rarely that they would be able to catch him.

Despite all of the threats, they would always be eliminated or taken away before it was possible for them to get near. Kasuka had very little to fear.

But then there were those few who managed to corner him in some way, whether it be when he was alone or when the guards weren’t keeping vigil enough, or even when he was on a break and no one should actually know where he was. Someone always knew where he was, somehow, no matter how well his location was covered up.

It was one of those moments then, when he was walking alone through the quiet side of the streets of Ikebukuro. Despite it being dark, the lampposts stationed tirelessly around the area kept it well lit, and Kasuka didn’t feel that he had anything to fear in his childhood city. No threat had hurt him there before, after all – so why should it now?

Of course, he didn’t take into account crazed stalkers who decided it would be fun to play a game of kidnapping. Unfortunately they rarely, if ever, came into the equation, and it made him let his usually pristine guard down. A bad mistake, he would realise with hindsight, as one should always be on guard and ready for whatever situation was thrown at them. It’s a basic rule of life, in the end.

So when he was cornered, back down against a wall and wanting to fight, but not really knowing how, the actor was stuck.

Whispered words came from the threat’s mouth, i love you and you’re mine let me be yours stay with me just come home with me echoing around the quiet area and ringing in his ears painfully, causing the man to wince if only slightly due to how disgusting he found the words, and how helpless the situation seemed. There was a knife at his throat and any wrong move would cause it to be slit, and he had no other option but to go quietly.

Another approached.

It was only when he looked behind the man’s shoulder that he saw someone else, heard the quiet footsteps echoing rather than the whispers haunting him, and there was what appeared to be a teenage boy. And he could only hope that the boy, the other, would take this issue as a warning and get away whilst he still could. No one else needed to get involved in this, let alone teenagers.

(And of course that hope would be crushed. It always is in these situations.)

The man turned, as if to see what was happening, and growled - possessive and angry and a warning, all at once. The knife dug a little deeper into Kasuka’s throat, and he mentally asked the boy to leave, as though he were a mind reader that would be able to get the message.