𝐌𝐫. 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 [𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐎𝐢; 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐔]

[19]

Fucking hell, I'm gonna get confused with what chapters these are gonna be, since the numbers aren't correct or whatever- Also, just a warning, this entire rescue business is gonna be rushed. My heart hurts from the angst I've been stumbling upon, and I want FLUFFY.

O i k a w a

     Where am I?

     Why does it feel like I'm tied to something..?

     Forcing my eyes open, I lick my lips as I look around. Concrete floor.. concrete walls.. concrete ceiling. The only piece of furniture in here is the chair I'm tied to. But wait, did I really miss the fact that Atsumu is in here to? Scowling at me?

     "W-What?" I ask hoarsely, only to bite my lower lip at the dryness in my mouth. Shit, I'm parched. It feels like I haven't drank anything in days. It's honestly pretty annoying. That scratchy, dry as a desert, feeling in your throat is annoying.

     The fake blonde raises a very unamused brow. "I'm blaming this. All of this. On you."

     "What?! WHY?!"

     "Because I just can."

     "You're being really helpful." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes and looking away. Shit, I feel an anxiety attack coming. Okay um, I need, coping strategies.. But what am I supposed to do when I'm tied to a chair?

     "They must've really drugged you up. You've been passed out for like.. I don't know, probably 24 hours?" Atsumu states bluntly, facial expression extremely relaxed. This bastard loves putting stress on me. 

     "..." I miss Hajime.. so much. Gulping, I tug slightly on the rope. My eyes widen as I feel it loosen a tad. I gasp slightly, gripping onto the rope while looking in the corners of the ceiling. No cameras? Really? That's kinda fucked if you ask me. Amateurs.

     Inhaling sharply, I quickly pull my wrists free, almost falling over due to the force. I groan and rub my wrists as Atsumu let's out a very animal like whine. Looking over at him, I grimace before rushing over and quickly untying the ropes.

     "How- It felt so loose though?" He questions worriedly as I stand up and look down at him. 

     "The only explanation is that someone from the outside purposely loosened them. I have a small idea of who it might be.. but I'm not gonna jump to conclusions right now. We just need to focus on getting out here."

     Once I take a step forward, I collapse to the ground holding onto my stomach, feeling abnormally weak and dizzy. Confused, I sit up against the chair. Why does it feel like I'm having difficulty breathing? 

     "K-Kawa?" Atsumu asks worriedly, sitting on the ground in front of me, looking at me with a concerned expression. Gulping, I lick my lips and continuously breathe in and out in an unsteady pace. I don't feel like I can move.

     "Atsu..mu.." I say weakly, turning my head to look at the fake blonde. 

     "Tell me what's wrong- p-please." He pleads. His eyes frantically look all over my body for visible wounds. None. 

     "I feel.. weak.. really weak.. my h-head hurts... and it feels like I'm n-no getting enough oxygen.." 

     "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Uhhh I've uhh I've heard of this before! Ummm.." Atsumu looks at me with pleading honey eyes. A tear escapes him as he bites down onto his lower lip. "I- I think you're bleeding internally."

     If that's true, and I don't get help soon.. I could die.

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Iwaizumi's POV takes place 3 days after Oikawa's kidnapping

I w a i z u m i

     Leaning back in my office chair, I play around with one of my pistols that I have locked in one of the drawers. I'm so sick of waiting. So sick of hearing "just be patient." Those bastards have now idea what it's like, knowing that the person you love is being held someplace with a man who wants to kill them.

     Sakusa is tired of it too. He's practically itching to kill somebody. But he, as well as I, know that we have to be patient. As much as it kills the both of us, we just have to. If we charge in blind, we risk our beloved's getting hurt or even killed.

     Heh.. I can't wait to shoot a bullet in Daishou's skull. The door opens, revealing two very impatient friends of Tooru's. Makki and Mattsun. Raising a brow, I slowly lean forward and place my gun on the papers that lie in front of me on my desk.

     "When are you going to get Tooru back." Makki demands harshly, beginning to step forward. Mattsun places his hand on his boyfriend's chest, preventing him from stepping any further.

     "Patience patience patience... Makki.. dear Makki.. you think I want to wait?~" I ask smugly, placing my elbows on my desk and clasping my hands together. I tilt my head to the side, a sarcastic and belligerent smile on my face. 

     The pink haired male flinches, but still continues to push past the boundaries. "I just think it's stupid!" Mattsun places his hand on the other's mouth. Causing the latter to protest. 

     "Stupid it is." I say, pausing to stare into Makki's eyes. "But if we charge in blind.. we risk getting Tooru and Atsumu hurt.. now, if you think you, yourself, are gonna try to get him back. You're horribly mistaken." 

     "I'm sorry sir. I really am. But you out of everyone who's close with Tooru, know how infuriating it is, knowing he's not in the safety of someone you trust with him." At Mattsun's statement, my expression softens.

     "Yes I do. He may be childish, but he sure is one hell of a friend." I say almost sheepishly, leaning back in my chair and looking out the window. 

     "Precisely. Anyways.. please do keep us updated. Whenever you and Sakusa get the go ahead to raid the base, let us come." The darker haired male says sternly. I nod as Mattsun basically pushes Makki out my office.

     We got the location of where Tooru and Atsumu are held. We only know of it because Daishou's girlfriend got tired of his antics. Mika. She knows what she's doing, and she says she's not ashamed of it. 

     The location is in a very populated area. At a local bar that's owned by Daishou's company. In a cellar I think? Mika gave us a little more information about it, it's kind of vacant. According to her, the cellar itself stopped being in use because another was made. 

     Just waiting for more information. 

     I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of my phone ringing. I reach over and grab it, looking at the caller ID before accepting the car, bringing the phone to my ear.

     "Hello?"

     "Mr. Iwaizumi.. we got news."

     "Go on."

     .......

     "WHAT?!"

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A/N: I'm just gonna use some wattpad logic.. for the next few chapters. Ehehehe. Anyways, for those of you who like SemiShira, please consider reading Psychopath Love Obsession. It is currently being worked on, and is mildly to severely twisted. So uhhh, bye. That's all I wanted to say. Have a lovely day/night!

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