Itona X Reader; Painting Flowers

Love and War

"Bwoop, bwoop, bwoop, bwoop"

Itona was completely distraught. Ever since (y/n) disappeared after she got angry and ran from him, the silverette had been a total recluse. He would lock himself in his house during the day, slinking out at night and scouring the city.

The teenaged boy looked over at his laptop, his white hair devilish and spiking up at random spots.

'Incoming call from GrungeGirl_(y/n)'

His golden-yellow eyes widen in shock and surprise as he clicked on the answer button. There was no video, only audio but Itona could hear a static over the line. He knew this meant someone was probably using a voice modifier on the other end.

"Hello Itona." His curiosity was sedated as a garbled, deep voice came out of the speakers. "I know someone you care about has been taken. I have her right here."

The video on (y/n)'s side flickered on, but Itona kept his off. A dimly lit wooden room was on screen. Sliding shoji doors on one wall, wooden planks on the others, and worn tatami flooring. The worst thing, though, was a girl, tied up and gagged on the floor. Her (h/c) hair was spread out around her in a kind of halo.

"(y/n)..." Itona grit his teeth as he silently worked away at his laptop, pulling up a program to trace the IP address from the phone.

"Don't worry, (y/n) is safe. She might have a headache whenever she wakes up, but the chloroform helps her back so sleep." The garbled voice snickered softly. "You can come find her, but you'll need to bring everyone with you. Nagisa, Karma, Kayano, that whole group needs to come too, or I can promise (y/n) won't be okay. If you even find her."

The mystery voice rattled off a location, letting Itona write it down. Any questions Itona asked were simply ignored, as if he never asked them in the first place.

"Show up at that location tomorrow at noon, and ensure (y/n) will be safe. Don't show up and... Well, I'm good with a gun or knife. I could carve a little poem into her arm, or do much much worse." With that, the call ended. Checking the tracking program, Itona slammed his fist against the wall in anger.

"...Blocked signal..." Whoever took (y/n) certainly knew what they were doing. Three different types of tracking on a single program were shut down by either a blocked signal or a scrambled one.

Itona picked up his phone and flinched. He hadn't said a word to anyone since (y/n) had been gone, well over a week and a half.

'Send to: Kayano, Yukiko, Nagisa, Rio, Bastard

Message: I know where (y/n) is... Meet with me at 139 Sycamorr Street tomorrow..'

Sending out a mass message, Itona flopped down in his bed, his sharp eyes unblinking.

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"Itona, what happened? Where's (y/n)?" Kayano ran up the hill to the silver-haired boy, concern showing all over her face.

"Where is she?"

"Bro, why haven't you talked to us?"

"Is (y/n) okay, Itona..?"

"She had better be alright, or heads are gonna be broken."

Itona balled and unballed his fists at the barrage of questions. "Someone took her... They told me to gather all of us here today... She looked like she was okay."