“Minami’s been kidnapped.” He said with a shaky and worried voice. “WHAT?!” I yelled, jumping down from the railing about ready to punch something. “Minamo and Aya are watching the kids at their place. The rest of us are meeting at your house.” “But When… How did this happen?!” I was trying to keep my cool but I wasn’t doing a good job. “It happened about an hour ago. We’ll discuss things further when we’re all there.” “Fine. I should be there soon.” With that we hung up.
“What happened Yuki-San?” Haruhi asked in a calm manner, breaking the confused silence. I started hyperventilating, thinking the worst that could happen. I felt tears sting my eyes and before I could lose it, I was caught in Takashi’s embrace. He rubbed my back soothingly, making me calm down a little bit. “What happened?” He asked in a calm, yet worried tone. “…Minami’s… Been kidnapped.” “WHAT?!” Haruhi retorted. “Whose… Minami?” Tamaki asked. “My little cousin.” The limo pulled up and we piled in immediately, making our way to my home as quick as possible.
I walked in to see My parents, with my older cousin Kiroshi, Aunt Tokomi, uncle Tomono, aunt Kotomi, uncle Shigure and uncle Hatori.
“Miyuki!” Aunt Kotomi rushed over to me and hugged me. Her eyes were tear stained and she was just worried out of her mind. We all took a seat in the living room and discussed things further.
“Minami’s been kidnapped by someone familiar to all of us…” Uncle Shigure trailed off as his wife continued. “Jinoku is behind this.” That name, caused my blood to turn cold. “I thought he was dead!” My mother and her sister aunt Tokomi exclaimed. “Well apparently he faked his own death for multiple reasons…” uncle Shigure added. “Wait. Isn’t that the guy who kidnapped Yuki-san and kept her hostage for three weeks?!” Haruhi blurted, finally realizing where she had heard that name before. “Yes it is.” My mother muttered, obviously not liking this trip down memory lane. The whole host club froze with fear. “What the hell are we sitting here for? Let’s go get her already!” I yelled, jumping up and catching everyone’s attention. “Idiot. We don’t even know where he is, or what he’s planning-” “Tomono. Shut it. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit! ANYWAYS! I… Wait… Hold that thought!” I ran off to my room, and into my closet. I dug out a small box that I kept little trinkets and things in, like a memory box. I found a bundle of papers and ran back down stairs. While everyone stared at me in confusion, I unbundled the papers. “Jinoku had about five buildings in his name back then. And since he supposedly died, he couldn’t make any major purchases. So most likely, he’s in one of these buildings…” I trailed off, straightening out the old papers which still had addresses on them. “How’d you get these?!” My father demanded. “ ‘From weakness comes strength’ You taught me that. Before I escaped years ago, I found this in his office while looking for his skeleton key. I took them with me to remember what that bastard did to me.” I muttered, then turned to Kyouya, who always had his notebook and tablet with him when he didn’t have his laptop. “Can you look these places up? Find which one Is closest and which ones are ‘abandoned.’ There’s a better chance that he’ll be in the least obvious one. But knowing his stupid ego he’ll be close by, to try and make us feel stupid.” He nodded and quickly tapped his screen with a pen like stylis. “And as that’s being done, I suggest we suit up.”
My father went and reached under the coffee table in the center of the living room. He pressed an unnoticeable button and the wall on the far left of the room spun around, revealing nothing but fighting clothes. The dojo was right next to it so we used that as a quick changing room. Then we came back out and my father pressed a button on the wall to make it scroll from clothes to weapons. (Kind of like when they did it in men in black)outfit on the side... if it shows up >_<
Once dressed I came out and strapped double swords onto my back, crossed over into an X, two 9mm on each hip along with an ammo strip acting as a belt around my waist. Inside my top I hid my burglars kit. After strapping a dagger to my ankle I pulled my gloves on, securing them with ease.
