The Diabolik Host Club Lovers [OHSHC Diabolik Lovers AU Fan fiction]

Assignment: Knife

Third Person:

It's been almost a month since Tikiyah has been kidnapped out of her bed and yet still no sign of her. Reiji had the evidence of a male being the kidnapper but couldn't put a face to it. This information made Kanato agitated. He was more easily angered and was easier to make cry. Some mornings he'd spend in Tikiyah's bed and bury his face in her pillow just inhaling the smell of her hair just imagining her presence in his arms. He missed their little bunny maid and he wasn't the only one.

Reiji stressed himself out trying to find the kidnapper, using his equipment, the school's, the science education center he goes to. Everything. But nothing. He sometimes wanted to resort to pulling out his hair. He couldn't understand how this strand of hair had no evidence to any face in town. Usually he'd prefer the quiet but he had gotten use to the annoying chatter from Tikiyah. He had grew accustomed to putting his work aside to help her with her math. Who's going to waste two hours of his life now?

Laito hid his guilt and shoved it up other girls who were thirsty for him. He thought occupying himself with other things and answering his fans' pleas would be the key but it wasn't.  His thoughts were on Tikiyah during his sessions. Was she okay? Was she still alive? Have they gotten the pleasure to touch her in a way he's been waiting to do for so long? He wouldn't be able to focus until he knew she was safely back in his arms.

The Sakamaki had put up signs around the town as if she was a lost dog as another way to find her. They couldn't go to the police, they weren't their friends. Because they were well known and had an unstable brother who's not in the psych ward yet, they'd surely put this on the news and notify their foreign maid's mother which could then result to her moving back home. Even if they bribed them by money or by dick if the police was female. So all they could do was either wait or take it into their own hands.

"Anything?" Kanato had asked one day as Reiji was performing yet another DNA test in his lab. He had walked in clutching the missing girl's pillow.

Reiji raked his fingers through his hair and drew out a sigh. "Nothing...I don't understand why I have nothing even remotely close to this DNA this hair display. Has the kidnapper left Japan? Look!" He points to his computer screen of which help a map of their town and dots of brunette males scatter across every aspect of the map. "Not a single similarity. Yes, there are brunette all over Japan but it seems none match this particular strand....what am I doing wrong?"

"That's what I want to know." Kanato said bitterly which was responded with a glare from the older Sakamaki.

"Do not start this with me again, Kanato, I'm trying my hardest to bring her back." Reiji replied.

"Well, could you try harder than that? If Tikiyah-chan is still not here by your hardest then maybe you should try even harder!" Kanato snapped.

"Kanato, please! If I could do that, I would--"

There was a knock at the door. "Reiji?" It was Laito, looking distraught. "Oh? Am I interrupting anything?"

"Not at all." Reiji replied with a warning leer and tone to Kanato before looking to their redhead brother. "What is it? Have you heard from Tikiyah?"

Laito shook his head but in a way he did hear from her. "No, but I think I might know who took her." 

"Really?"

"Who is he?!" Kanato chimed in standing in front of Laito in seconds. "Tell me!" He had a tight grip on his brother's collar, eyes glazed with hope, grief, crazed anger. "Where did you see him? Tell me!"

"Kanato! Let Laito go!" Reiji reprimanded, getting up from his seat to snatch Kanato away from the redhead and address the issue he spoke of. "This sounds like something we all should know. Let's gather the others here and discuss this at once."