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The cats, was Itsuki’s first groggy thought, he must be at Davide’s, because the cats were licking him.
Except… that couldn’t be the cats, Davide had gotten rid of the cats when he moved to his new apartment. The touch was not rough enough either, more like someone was brushing their fingers over his face. “Mmmm?” Itsuki tried to wake up, to pull his eyes open. Panicking Itsuki’s limbs moved as if trapped in molasses, slowly pushing at whatever was touching him.
Relax… .Something whispered in his mind. It’s nothing… you’re so tired… relax….
Itsuki’s fingers managed to wrap around one slim wrist even as his arms slumped onto the bed. It was definitely a bed, but too firm to be Itsuki’s broken in mattress. Itsuki’s mattress sagged in the middle and attempted to suck you in. It was bad for Itsuki’s back, or so Bane-san was always saying.
Shhhh. .The voice was soothing, so soothing, and so right too. What did Itsuki have to worry about? He was tired.
Relax….
The pressure was feather light, almost as light as the soothing fingers now massaging his temples. Itsuki’s eyelids twitched as he felt the pressure slide through his mind, passing over his memories.
Calm down.
Davide, Sae-san, Ryou, Bane-san, Aoi-kun, Shudou, passwords, maps, shortcuts, missed dinners, late breakfasts, water fountains, utility closets, soft firm pressure against his lips…
Ojii.
Itsuki gasped, his eyelids finally snapping open to stare up into his kidnappers chilly gaze. Firm lips pressed against his, slightly chapped, and a tongue tasting faintly bitter swept over Itsuki’s own. Arms no longer held back by fatigue pushed at Kite’s strong muscled chest, fingers gripping Kite’s shirt roughly when the feather light pressure in Itsuki’s mind became a vice.
Itsuki’s lungs froze up, pain shooting through his body. Physical contact increased psychic contact. Touching Kite, letting Kite touch him, it was all give Kite power. The more intimate the contact, the more intimate knowledge was exposed. It was against all the rules to do this, but Itsuki doubted that Kite’s group of assassins followed the rules.
Kite pulled away and adjusted his glasses. “We make our own rules, Itsuki-kun.” Kite slid off the bed, and began walking across the barren room towards the door. “You’ll be staying here for a little while.”
Itsuki scrambled off the bed, head snapping up at Kite’s statement. “Why?” It was a surprise. Itsuki had not given any thought to his kidnapping beyond hoping that Rokkaku would get there soon. Still, Itsuki hardly expected for the kidnappers to place him in a bedroom, even if it could barely be called that. It was a room, four walls, a floor, and a ceiling, and contained within it a sturdily put together but cheap looking wooden bed.
“I told you.” Kite’s smirk was smug as he closed the door. We make our own rules.
Itsuki shuddered at the telepathic message, hastily erecting some mental shields against further sent thoughts. The touch might not be the same as the slimy ooze Itsuki associated with slipping into a criminals mind, but it instead left Itsuki feeling as if his insides had been frozen solid. Crawling back onto the bed Itsuki crossed his legs. At least being alone in the room would give him the chance to set up some mental shields against Kite.
Kite himself was leaning over Aragaki’s shoulder, only 50 feet away from the room Itsuki was holed up in. “That’s right, the password should give you access to everything. I want you to hack into their communications.”
Rin stomped forward, irritation radiating off him in waves. Irritation looked faintly like sickly yellow zigzags, if gazed at from the corner of your eye, it contrasted sharply with Rin’s black outfit. “What is all of that going to do to get Kai back?”
“You never did learn how to be patient.” Chinen’s voice was sepulchral, earthy and dark and giving the impression that he had not spoken for millennia. It suited Chinen’s appearance and the feeling psychic’s got around him, something that screamed nothing here.
Rin swirled around to glare at Chinen, a mass of frustrated yellow zigzags and perfect blond hair. Chinen simply stared straight down into Rin’s eyes.
“You can’t just snatch him straight out of Rokkaku’s hands. They would be on us before we knew it.”
Kite’s fingers twitched, and he reached around Aragaki to type something in.
Rin placed his hands on his hips, his gaze moving around the warehouse they were holed up in. “We could take him.” Higa had the men, and more importantly the power, to take on one dinky little psychic troupe. Even Tanishi could squash someone from Rokkaku like a bug.
“It’s not about just them.” Chinen brushed Rin’s hair out of his face, sliding his fingers behind Rin’s ear. Rin shivered as if he had been touched by a ghost, Chinen’s fingers were that cold. The nothing here of his mind was disturbing as well. “It’s about Seigaku, or Rikkai, or whoever else comes after us.”
“Rokkaku’s got a lot of friends. They’re real popular.” Shiranui piped up. He was holding a paper in his hands, one of the many papers Higa had picked up about Ojii’s killing and the subsequent investigation. “They’ve got some guy from Hyotei working with them now.”
“Oshitari Yuushi.” Kite read off, pointing at the upper right hand corner of the large computer screen. It was difficult bringing in such large equipment, and would be a financial loss when they left it here while they fled, but it was needed for the job. The right hand corner showed a suave gentleman walking through a corrider with beige walls and a light blue patterned floor. “He’s one of Hyotei’s finest.”
Rin snorted in displeasure, his arms crossing over his chest and fingers curling around his elbows. “Like that’s saying anything. Hyotei’s a bunch of bureaucrats, there’s no actual mental power there.”
“Political power is not to be maligned.” Kite murmured softly, glasses glinting when he adjusted them. “In the right hands it is a formidable weapon.”
Tanishi looked up from the newspapers he had been pretending to read. “Isn’t your cousin part of Hyotei, Eishirou?”
The room stilled. Tanishi was one of the few brave enough to bring up Kite’s family, and one of the fewer people who were never punished for it. Still, Higa had learned that talking about Kite’s personal life was a risk. Kite simply smirked and adjusted his glasses again. “Yes, Wakashi… he might be useful later. For now Shiranui work on the broadcast.”
Relax… .Something whispered in his mind. It’s nothing… you’re so tired… relax….
Itsuki’s fingers managed to wrap around one slim wrist even as his arms slumped onto the bed. It was definitely a bed, but too firm to be Itsuki’s broken in mattress. Itsuki’s mattress sagged in the middle and attempted to suck you in. It was bad for Itsuki’s back, or so Bane-san was always saying.
Shhhh. .The voice was soothing, so soothing, and so right too. What did Itsuki have to worry about? He was tired.
Relax….
The pressure was feather light, almost as light as the soothing fingers now massaging his temples. Itsuki’s eyelids twitched as he felt the pressure slide through his mind, passing over his memories.
Calm down.
Davide, Sae-san, Ryou, Bane-san, Aoi-kun, Shudou, passwords, maps, shortcuts, missed dinners, late breakfasts, water fountains, utility closets, soft firm pressure against his lips…
Ojii.
Itsuki gasped, his eyelids finally snapping open to stare up into his kidnappers chilly gaze. Firm lips pressed against his, slightly chapped, and a tongue tasting faintly bitter swept over Itsuki’s own. Arms no longer held back by fatigue pushed at Kite’s strong muscled chest, fingers gripping Kite’s shirt roughly when the feather light pressure in Itsuki’s mind became a vice.
Itsuki’s lungs froze up, pain shooting through his body. Physical contact increased psychic contact. Touching Kite, letting Kite touch him, it was all give Kite power. The more intimate the contact, the more intimate knowledge was exposed. It was against all the rules to do this, but Itsuki doubted that Kite’s group of assassins followed the rules.
Kite pulled away and adjusted his glasses. “We make our own rules, Itsuki-kun.” Kite slid off the bed, and began walking across the barren room towards the door. “You’ll be staying here for a little while.”
Itsuki scrambled off the bed, head snapping up at Kite’s statement. “Why?” It was a surprise. Itsuki had not given any thought to his kidnapping beyond hoping that Rokkaku would get there soon. Still, Itsuki hardly expected for the kidnappers to place him in a bedroom, even if it could barely be called that. It was a room, four walls, a floor, and a ceiling, and contained within it a sturdily put together but cheap looking wooden bed.
“I told you.” Kite’s smirk was smug as he closed the door. We make our own rules.
Itsuki shuddered at the telepathic message, hastily erecting some mental shields against further sent thoughts. The touch might not be the same as the slimy ooze Itsuki associated with slipping into a criminals mind, but it instead left Itsuki feeling as if his insides had been frozen solid. Crawling back onto the bed Itsuki crossed his legs. At least being alone in the room would give him the chance to set up some mental shields against Kite.
Kite himself was leaning over Aragaki’s shoulder, only 50 feet away from the room Itsuki was holed up in. “That’s right, the password should give you access to everything. I want you to hack into their communications.”
Rin stomped forward, irritation radiating off him in waves. Irritation looked faintly like sickly yellow zigzags, if gazed at from the corner of your eye, it contrasted sharply with Rin’s black outfit. “What is all of that going to do to get Kai back?”
“You never did learn how to be patient.” Chinen’s voice was sepulchral, earthy and dark and giving the impression that he had not spoken for millennia. It suited Chinen’s appearance and the feeling psychic’s got around him, something that screamed nothing here.
Rin swirled around to glare at Chinen, a mass of frustrated yellow zigzags and perfect blond hair. Chinen simply stared straight down into Rin’s eyes.
“You can’t just snatch him straight out of Rokkaku’s hands. They would be on us before we knew it.”
Kite’s fingers twitched, and he reached around Aragaki to type something in.
Rin placed his hands on his hips, his gaze moving around the warehouse they were holed up in. “We could take him.” Higa had the men, and more importantly the power, to take on one dinky little psychic troupe. Even Tanishi could squash someone from Rokkaku like a bug.
“It’s not about just them.” Chinen brushed Rin’s hair out of his face, sliding his fingers behind Rin’s ear. Rin shivered as if he had been touched by a ghost, Chinen’s fingers were that cold. The nothing here of his mind was disturbing as well. “It’s about Seigaku, or Rikkai, or whoever else comes after us.”
“Rokkaku’s got a lot of friends. They’re real popular.” Shiranui piped up. He was holding a paper in his hands, one of the many papers Higa had picked up about Ojii’s killing and the subsequent investigation. “They’ve got some guy from Hyotei working with them now.”
“Oshitari Yuushi.” Kite read off, pointing at the upper right hand corner of the large computer screen. It was difficult bringing in such large equipment, and would be a financial loss when they left it here while they fled, but it was needed for the job. The right hand corner showed a suave gentleman walking through a corrider with beige walls and a light blue patterned floor. “He’s one of Hyotei’s finest.”
Rin snorted in displeasure, his arms crossing over his chest and fingers curling around his elbows. “Like that’s saying anything. Hyotei’s a bunch of bureaucrats, there’s no actual mental power there.”
“Political power is not to be maligned.” Kite murmured softly, glasses glinting when he adjusted them. “In the right hands it is a formidable weapon.”
Tanishi looked up from the newspapers he had been pretending to read. “Isn’t your cousin part of Hyotei, Eishirou?”
The room stilled. Tanishi was one of the few brave enough to bring up Kite’s family, and one of the fewer people who were never punished for it. Still, Higa had learned that talking about Kite’s personal life was a risk. Kite simply smirked and adjusted his glasses again. “Yes, Wakashi… he might be useful later. For now Shiranui work on the broadcast.”