Gakuho was sitting in his office, laying his head down on his desk. "Mr. Asano, we'll find your son." A police officer said.
"HE'S NOT IN JAPAN GODDAMNIT!" Gakuho turned his laptop around, and pointed to a blue dot on a map. "That's America. I tracked his phone." Gakuho glared at the officer. "We'll find your son before midterms." The officer said.
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT MIDTERMS! I JUST WANT MY SON BACK!" Gakuho threw his chair at the officer, who ducked just in time. "Y-yes, sir." the officer left. Gakuho picked the chair up and put it back in his place, swearing under his breath.
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When the 5 finally boarded the plane.. Isaac was being held back by Echo, about to attack a flight attendant. Hailey sighed, then kissed Isaac's forehead. "Calm down, We'll get Gakushuu back to his family." Isaac blushed a tiny bit, but then calmed down.
Hailey dragged Echo and Isaac, while Alice followed. Gakushuu was sitting at the window seat, reading a book. Echo and Isaac sat with him, while Alice and Hailey where seated in first class.
Gakushuu showed Echo a drawing of Karma, which he quickly sketched on the back of the airplane's puke bag. "Dang, That's Karma?" Echo questioned, poking Isaac's shoulder, making him turn around.
"Damn, you made a good choice." Isaac patted Gakushuu's head. Gakushuu smiled slightly.
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Gakuho was banding his head on his desk, at this point not caring about the pain. He raised his head, blinked once, the groaned and slammed his head against his desk again. Hanya was with him, patting his back.
"We'll find him soon." She said, not pushing Gakuho off when he leaned his head on her shoulder. Sakura walked in with tea. "Well, the police are trying, and that's all that matters." Gakuho made a humming noise, raising his eyebrow tiredly.
Sakura gave her wife and childhood friend a cup of tea, taking one for herself. "This is the most I've been stressed in quit a while." Gakuho said, standing up and walking out.
Hanya and Sakura followed.
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A napkin was put over Gakushuu's nose and mouth. He was pulled into the alleyway, and he passed out. "You're beautiful." The kidnapper said, running his hand onto Gakushuu's cheek.
When Gakushuu woke up, he was being tied up to a chain against the wall. He didn't dare speak, but being the smartass he is, he figured he was in an underground shelter. He saw the man who kidnapped him walk in.
"Oh. You're finally awake, princess." He cooed, and looked Gakushuu up and down. Gakushuu went stone cold, no facial expression, no nothing.
"Well somebody's talkative." The kidnapper said sarcastically. Then the kidnapper cursed under his breath, and left.
Gakushuu leaned his head against the wall, holding back tears. 'There has to be some way out, right?'
Gakushuu wiped his eyes using the fabric of his pants (By gently rubbing his eyelids on his knee), and his head shot towards the door that the kidnapper entered through.
"Hello Princess, I had to grab an extra tool for your makeover." He said, pulling out a knife. "Now before we start your makeover, We're gonna get to know each other." The kidnapper cleared his throat.
"I'm Benjamin, but Ben for short. Obviously I'm a kidnapper, but I pick the most beautiful children, then make them ugly."
Gakushuu showed no emotion again. 'Boi your ugly too, why not get plastic surgery to fix that dumbass nose of yours.' Gakushuu thought.
"Well your a tough cookie to crack." Ben cocked his gun. Gakushuu started panicking, and wished for his dad or the group to hurry up and find him already. Then, Ben took out his phone and made a call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Is this Gakuho Asano? I think I found your son." Ben acted, when he heard Gakuho's breath hitch.
"Thank you, I'll be on my way."
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Gakuho immediately screenshotted the location of the phone number, and ran to his room. "C'mon! We're catching the earliest flight!" Gakuho booked tickets, while Hanya and Sakura packed the bags.

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The Missing Boy
FanfictionGakushuu Asano was walking alone, but stops out of discomfort. He looks around, then turns around in time to see a man whack his head with a bat, making him pass out.