Taken By Creed ✔[Fan-Fiction]

Chapter 24 | PLAN A, PLAN B, PLAN C & YES, PLAN D

All I had to do was go home and wait for Takeshi to find me. I said, all I had to go was go home and wait for Takeshi to find me. I figured if I said it in my head twice that I'd be okay with dangling myself in front of an assassin that wanted to forcibly relieve me of my virginity. I talked myself up about it before I unlocked the door to my condo and stepped inside.

It was quiet inside and cold, I looked over at the open balcony door and groaned. He definitely would not be happy to see me with it being so late at night. I glanced at the clock: midnight. Glancing behind me, I closed the door and made sure to lock and unlock the door to let Yamata know Takeshi was here.

"Where were you?"

His voice traveled across the dark living room when I stepped on the rug.

"I needed some air."

He stepped out of the shadows, "at midnight?"

I nodded my head vigorously and stepped away from him. He followed me. He was dressed in a suit again, the jacket off and discarded on the nearby couch. His arms were clasped behind his back, and he was giving me a sharp smile.

He pointed towards my bedroom, "are you ready?"

I swallowed the bile and fear to lead him down the hall and into my bedroom. It was empty. I glanced around the room and out of the door when Takeshi stepped in and shut the door behind him. He unbuttoned his shirt, showing abs and chest.

"Get on the bed, Genesis."

I complied, lying on my back with my legs spread just enough for him to slide between them. Tears were streaming down my face when he got on top of me. His face was devoid of emotion, but his eyes were excited. Where are you, Yamata?

"I'll be gentle. I promise."

Yeah, right. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I knew better than to be sassy with Takeshi. He was no nonsense most of the time, and right now, he was definitely not interested in taking any shit off of me. I groaned in fear when he pulled my shirt up over my head, leaving me topless. It was cold in the room, and I shivered as my nipples hardened.

"Hello, brother."

Takeshi froze and looked towards my darkened closet, his gaze narrowing. Yamata stepped forward, dressed in similar to the garb Takeshi wore the first night he visited me. It swathed around his lean body, covering every inch of skin except for around his eyes. His long hair was pulled back in a crude ponytail that was wrapped under his garment.

"Raizo. You're no brother of mine."

Takeshi stepped off of the bed and stood near the door to the balcony. He slid a thin metal chain out of his belt that was tipped with a heavy blade. It sliced the air, cutting towards Yamata would easily dodged it and countered the move with a matching chained blade. I scrambled to put on my shirt as they fought.

Their bodies, similar in height and weight moved back and forth in the darkness, knocking down lamps and photos crushing them in the process. I ran out of the room and down the hall, a scream locked in my throat. I collapsed in the kitchen pantry, my legs pulled to my chest and my hands pressed against my ears to drown out the noise.

Then, the noise stopped. There was no more crashing, grunting or the broken phrases of anger in Japanese. I sat in the pantry longer, debating whether or not to investigate. My curiosity won and I stood from my crouch to head towards the door, I glanced through the partially close blades and saw a figured emerge from the hall.

I stumbled away from the door in fear! Oh no, Takeshi had survived. I was dead if he found me. I delved deeper in the pantry, pressed myself into the bottom shelf behind large bags of sugar and flour in the hopes that he wouldn't find me. I waited, again. Listening for any sound or movement and keeping a close watch on the door just in case he stepped inside. A voice finally spoke.

"He got away, Genesis."

Yamata's voice came from just outside the pantry door. He was panting and I could see sweat pouring down around his eyes. He yanked his head coverage off and let his hair down, it fell down around his shoulders wet and unkempt. There was blood trailing down the side of his left arm, he held it up awkwardly and flinched in pain when it knocked against the wall.

"Let me help you."

I stepped back into the pantry and grabbed the first aid kit, ripping it open as I stepped back into the kitchen. He sat at the island, waiting for me. It struck me again how attractive he was. Almost too pretty.

"My arm is bleeding pretty badly."

"Oh! Sorry."

I jumped into action, pulling out the antiseptic and gauze bandages and sitting right next to him. He opened his shirt and pulled it gingerly down his hurt arm. He was fitter than Takeshi. His arms were tightly muscled, his shoulders firm and his stomach was taut with an eight pack. But he was covered in scars, the largest one was slashed across his back – it looked old and scabbed over.

"It came from my father."

When he spoke I started, chagrined that I was caught.

"Sorry, didn't mean to stare." I wiped away the dripping blood and dabbed antiseptic all over it before wrapping it securely in bandages. He looked down at my handiwork and nodded his head in approval.

"Thank you."

Yamata was out of his seat and at my door before I could blink. I frowned and scrambled after him, down the hall to the elevator.

"What do I do now?"

He stopped and turned around to look at me, a small smile pulling his lips upward.

"Don't worry. He won't come after you anymore. He's got my scent and I've got his, I go to kill him now."

The elevator doors closed and he was gone. I stared back at my empty apartment in apprehension, weighing the options: hope there's no one in my apartment or just go to another hotel tonight. I was talking myself into going back into the apartment when the elevator dinged again and the doors swished open.

I turned just as they stepped out into the lobby.

"Nichole?"

She stood at the end of the lobby, staring me, a confused look on her face. Her eyes traveled around my face, down my neck and to my hands. I grimaced and rubbed them together, as if that would get Yamata's blood off of them.

"Are you bleeding?"

"No! No. It's not mine."

She raised an eyebrow, "then whose is it?"

"Uh, just a friend. They cut themselves on my broken coffee table."

She touched my hands when she reached me. Concern running across her eyes as she glanced behind me into my condo.

"Are you safe here?" I glanced behind us back at my condo and shrugged my shoulders.

"Uhhh... probably not. Let's get out of here."

The trip to the garage wasn't as fast as I would have liked, but once the elevators doors swished shut and we made it to Nichole's car I knew something wasn't right. I looked to the left and heard the distinct sound of footsteps headed towards us.

They were even, unhurried and made me feel queasy. Nichole flipped through her purse, trying to find her keys.

"Hurry up!" I called over the hood of the car.

"Shit... I can't find them." She open the second pocket and dug through it with clumsy hands.

"What is taking so long, Nichee?"

"I can't find my keys. Why the rush, Le?"

I froze, the footsteps had stopped.

"Yeah, Le, why the rush?"