𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 | ᴋᴜᴢᴜʀʏᴜ ꜰᴜʏᴜʜɪᴋᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

~𝟒𝟒~

Riku made his way up the stairs, his frustration still simmering beneath the surface. Fuyuhiko had his reasons for keeping things from Hannah, but Riku couldn't help feeling that she deserved to know the truth. The Morioka clan's actions had crossed a dangerous line, and Hannah had every right to be aware of what was going on around her. She wasn't a child who needed protecting, she was strong. But as he reached her room, ready to talk things through with her, he noticed something off.

Her room was empty.

The bed was neatly made, the room silent. His brow furrowed, and for a second, worry twisted in his gut. He checked the adjoining bathroom, knocking lightly. "Hannah?"

No answer.

Riku's concern deepened. He knew she hadn't been feeling well after everything that had happened, and now, with everything the Morioka clan was doing, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Where could she have gone? It was late, too late for her to be wandering the manor alone.

As he turned to leave, Riku paused, his hand on the doorknob as a faint buzzing sound caught his attention.

He turned back, eyes narrowing at the sight of a phone on Hannah's bedside table. It wasn't her usual phone. It looked different, a burner phone maybe? He frowned and walked over to it, the screen flashing with a series of notifications.

His instincts told him not to invade her privacy, but the moment he saw the string of messages lighting up the screen, any hesitation vanished.

It was odd. Why would she have another phone? His gut twisted as he reached for it, picking it up hesitantly. The screen illuminated with messages from an unknown number, and as he unlocked the phone, his eyes scanned the messages quickly.

"You looked good last night. So vulnerable and cute."

Riku's heart sank. The messages were crude, perverted, and threatening, each one meant to taunt and provoke Hannah into submission. His pulse quickened, and anger flared in his chest.

This has to be Saito.

His jaw clenched tightly as he scrolled through the words. They were graphic, each message a sickening attempt to control Hannah through fear and manipulation.

"I know you're scared, Hannah. But you can't hide forever. You'll come to me eventually."

Riku's blood ran cold as he realized what he was looking at. His grip tightened around the phone, rage boiling just beneath the surface.

He quickly flipped through the rest of the messages, his anger only growing with each line. They were filled with taunts, insinuations, and sick promises. Some even contained veiled threats, suggesting they knew where she was at all times, and that no matter how protected she was, she'd never be out of reach.

How had they gotten this phone to her? Had they managed to sneak it into the manor? Were they closer than they'd thought?

Riku's hands shook as he read each one, the vile imagery filling him with fury. He had to fight the overwhelming urge to throw the phone against the wall. How long had this been going on? How many of these disgusting messages had Hannah seen and kept to herself, unwilling to burden anyone? The thought of Saito getting into her head like this made Riku's blood boil.

He needed to tell Fuyuhiko. Now.

Saito was getting bolder by the day, his taunts escalating with every sickening message. There was no telling what he was planning next. If he was this confident to send her these messages, Riku feared that another attack on Hannah was imminent.

Shoving the phone into his pocket, Riku stormed out of the room, his mind racing. Every second he wasted meant that Hannah could be in more danger than they realized. How had she not mentioned this? Was she too scared to say anything? Or maybe... she didn't even know who was sending the messages.

He made his way down the long hallway, his footsteps quick and purposeful. Riku's protective instincts were kicking in full force, and he knew that keeping her safe wasn't just about shielding her from the physical threats anymore. The psychological games that Saito and his clan were playing with her were just as dangerous, if not more so.

As he reached the office, Riku didn't bother knocking. He pushed the door open, Fuyuhiko and Peko both looking up from their discussion with surprised frowns.

"Riku?" Fuyuhiko asked, immediately sensing the tension radiating from him.

Riku threw the phone onto the desk, his expression dark and unyielding. "You need to see this."

Fuyuhiko picked up the phone, glancing at the screen, but as soon as he began reading the messages, his entire demeanor shifted. His usual cool, controlled expression crumbled into pure rage. His grip on the phone tightened, and he stood abruptly, his chair screeching back against the floor.

"Where the fuck did these come from?" Fuyuhiko demanded, his voice dangerously low.

"They're from Saito." Riku replied, his own anger still simmering beneath the surface. "He's been sending these to Hannah for God knows how long."

Peko stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the messages. "He's been taunting her... harassing her."

Fuyuhiko's jaw clenched, fury rolling off him in waves. "He's trying to break her. And she didn't say a word about this."

Riku nodded grimly. "I found the phone in her room. She's been dealing with this alone. We can't let him get away with this. He's crossed every line there is."

Fuyuhiko's fists clenched at his sides, his mind racing. This was worse than he thought. Saito wasn't just after control, he was trying to completely dominate Hannah, to break her spirit. And Fuyuhiko wasn't going to let that happen. Not to Hannah. Not while he was still breathing.

As the phone buzzed again, Fuyuhiko's gaze snapped back to the screen. Another message from the same unknown number appeared, lighting up with that sickening smugness laced in the words.

"You're thinking about me, aren't you, Hannah? Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll meet again soon."

Fuyuhiko's eyes darkened with fury, his hands shaking as he read the next one.

"I wonder if your little guard dog Kuzuryu knows just how good you'll look when I finally get my hands on you."

The phone buzzed again, almost mocking him with its persistence. Fuyuhiko could barely breathe through the rage consuming him.

"It won't be long now. You'll be begging me to stop. Or maybe you'll like it."

Peko took a step closer, her hand hovering near the hilt of her sword, sensing the violence brewing within Fuyuhiko. He threw the phone down on the desk, pacing furiously as the words circled his mind. Every single letter was an assault, a vile attempt to terrorize Hannah, to chip away at her sanity.

"He's getting more confident." Riku said, his voice low, though his own anger was barely contained. "He knows we're after him, and he's taunting her- taunting us."

Fuyuhiko turned sharply, his gaze like fire. "I'm going to rip his throat out." he spat, barely able to control himself.

Peko's calm, measured voice cut through the tension. "We need to strategize, Fuyuhiko. If you let anger drive you, Saito will exploit that. He's looking for a reaction. Don't give him the satisfaction."

Fuyuhiko ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady his breathing, but his mind was consumed by the images of Hannah; vulnerable, unaware that someone had been watching her, taking photos of her without her knowledge. And now these messages? The perverse threat behind them made his stomach churn.

"We need to move her." Fuyuhiko finally said, his voice tight. "Now."

Riku nodded. "I agree. She can't stay in the same room. If Saito has someone watching her, they could be nearby, tracking her every move."

Fuyuhiko sighed before storming out of the office without another word, his mind racing with how they could keep Hannah safe. Saito's games were ending tonight. As much as he wanted to go after him right now, find him and end it, he knew Peko was right, they had to play this smart. But first, he needed to check on Hannah.