Our Stellar Connection [A Tododeku Fanfic]

Chapter 20 - Greed

A/N: Yep. I'm actually not procrastinating this time! And here we go, chapter 20! I do hope you all enjoyed it, and I want to thank you all for your follows, your comments, and your votes on my story! I may do an Honorable Mentions to thank some people whom I have seen often, and please stay tuned! You guys are so amazing and supportive! <3

Without further ado, please enjoy chapter 20!

Todoroki stared into the man's eyes, deep pools of hateful brown eyes, his fists nearly clenching together. "What do you want with my notebook?!" he cried aloud, his eyebrows furrowing in anger, his breath coming short to the room around him. It was cold. So utterly, magnificently, cold. It was a bleak, dreary room, with only steel walls to accompany him, and the fine drapes of old curtains. Old curtains with no windows. 

Hashimoto guffawed, his laugh only increasing by the second. "You stupid child," he hissed, barely even trying to hide his vile smile, his withered teeth exposed to the boy. Todoroki recoiled in disgust, twitching with such vengeance that he had nearly felt as if he could try to crush the bonds that held him to his chair himself. "Stupid, stupid child..." Hashimoto repeated, his finger tucked under his chin. "I want you to give me that notebook so I can destroy it."

The younger male was taken aback. Destroyed? Why must it be?

Akinari took a long stare at the boy, a look of contentment readable on his face. In a matter of seconds, however, he burst back into his cruel, jeering laughing fit. "Why, boy!" he exclaimed, his eyes nearly penetrating through Todoroki's skull. "You see here, I am an excellent artist. A most excellent one, indeed. And I want to make sure that I can replace the painting from Monet...with my painting, which looks just like his! And the Art Gallery will buy my forgery, oh yes, they will! It is so absolutely magnificent that I must replace the painting with this! This work of art, boy, will make it into the museum, and I will get one hundred and eighty million dollars!" and all the while, his wicked cackling had echoed through the steel walls, absolutely irritating the red and white haired boy. Hashimoto took another step towards Todoroki, his smug grin even wider than before. 

"So, little boy, care to give it?"

The male was absolutely astounded. Give him the notebook? The notebook had been filled with such memorable moments, and perhaps even the evidence to prove that Monet's painting was not a fake. He felt sunken in deep waters, his head only slightly bobbing against the surface. "No!" he shouted, his face looking quite clear, and quite stubborn. He was very much enraged, and that dumb dim-witted goose head cannot- no- shall not have it! Hashimoto's face creased into a small frown. "What makes you say that?" his eyes were so full of anger, distaste, and absolutely so much hatred...it was almost unbearable to look at. "I will have that notebook, now, little boy," he sneered, his eyes a cold bloodshot crimson. His jeerie acts died down when he realized what he had done.

He captured the boy without the prized notebook. 

"GIVE IT!" he shrieked, though fully knowing he wouldn't get it. His eyes were now flaring with frustration, though it made it all the while more enthusiastic for the chained boy. Todoroki's eyes were dancing with amusement, though his face remained a stone cold expression. And soon enough, he spoke up.

"I can give it to you, if you let me go grab it."

The man's eyes widened, more frustration pouring out of him. This wasn't good, this was most definitely no good. He paced the room back and forth, his eyes focused on the ground as he muttered about, keeping to himself. And soon, without further ado, he decided he would leave the room. It was no good in humiliating himself in front of a horrible, stupid, pesky boy. And so he trotted towards the door, and turned back for a last time, the same smug grin on his face.

"You'll freeze to death soon. I'll have you blindfolded as you go home to pick it up. Unless you're dead." With a final smirk, he shut the door, a loud clang echoing through the flashy silver room. Todoroki let out a nervous sigh, the cold air escaping his lips. It wasn't the cold he was worried about, no. He would withstand it as long as he could. He had only the slightest idea of how to escape. Though he thought it through, and let it all course through his mind. What ever shall he do? Of course he'd take the notebook, run, and hide. Hide all he wanted. His stoned expression soon turned into a relieved one, until he felt quite out of place with this new plan.

Something was missing.

Todoroki had snapped to attention. What was it that was missing? Nothing could possibly be wrong with this plan. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.

Midoriya.

The green boy! The red and white haired male felt a rush of adrenaline, and he then felt quite lost. How could he have been so selfish? The poor boy was probably also chained to a wall of some sort, suffering on the bare floor until Todoroki would turn the journal in. And as he  thought more of it, the more he grew so guilty of his plan until he could not stand even letting the thought slip past his mind. 

He would find Midoriya. And he would get him. 

And he would turn in the notebook if he had to.


A/N: Aye! I have finally met my deadline. This is very nice. If you liked the story so far, please give a vote! Thank you! :)

Also the Rasputin lyrics have been completely memorized; help me. 

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