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Imprisonment: Mamoru/Aya
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vivalamorteWhen Mamoru first caught wind that the younger Fujimiya had gone missing, his heart took a nosedive into the pit of his stomach. He immediately started an investigation, redirecting Kritiker's agents to finding her alive, yesterday.
Even with her disappearance becoming a top priority, it took three days to track her down, and another two to argue and negotiate with her current jailkeeper. Thank the heavens at least that it was a middleman, that the real culprit was currently called away on business and expecting his prize on his return. And curse those same heavens that his family's connections with that middleman meant he had to argue and negotiate with him in the first place. Given the option, he'd have preferred ordering Nagi to splatter his brains across the floor and then rescuing Aya without a single yen in payment. Or at the very least, to get the name of the man that arranged her kidnapping so as to do the same to him.
As it was, the only way to secure her peacefully was to outbid the original client, then house her until he could unveil-- and destroy-- this monster on his own. Grandfather was going to be mad when he found out. All of this expense, all of this investment of resources, for what? For an ordinary girl who had nothing to offer their family in exchange?
It wasn't that Mamoru regretted his decision, not for a moment. How could he? This was Aya's beloved sister. Of course he had to help her. But he could not be blind to the consequences of that decision. The best he could do was to draw the payment from his secret cache in Omi Tsukiyono's name rather than a family bank account and to keep contact between her and his grandfather to a minimum.
Dressed in a three piece business suit, he accompanied her captor down a cavernous hall, the claps of their shoes against the stone floor louder than they had any right to be. It put him in enough of a foul mood just being near this man, still more to know he was helping him profit off the abduction of a girl. Of all crimes to reward... He truly was a Takatori, wasn't he.
He took him down a winding staircase to a subterranean level. The man unlocked a heavy iron door, turned the latch, and pushed it open so that light flooded in, and fell upon the lone prisoner inside.
Even with her disappearance becoming a top priority, it took three days to track her down, and another two to argue and negotiate with her current jailkeeper. Thank the heavens at least that it was a middleman, that the real culprit was currently called away on business and expecting his prize on his return. And curse those same heavens that his family's connections with that middleman meant he had to argue and negotiate with him in the first place. Given the option, he'd have preferred ordering Nagi to splatter his brains across the floor and then rescuing Aya without a single yen in payment. Or at the very least, to get the name of the man that arranged her kidnapping so as to do the same to him.
As it was, the only way to secure her peacefully was to outbid the original client, then house her until he could unveil-- and destroy-- this monster on his own. Grandfather was going to be mad when he found out. All of this expense, all of this investment of resources, for what? For an ordinary girl who had nothing to offer their family in exchange?
It wasn't that Mamoru regretted his decision, not for a moment. How could he? This was Aya's beloved sister. Of course he had to help her. But he could not be blind to the consequences of that decision. The best he could do was to draw the payment from his secret cache in Omi Tsukiyono's name rather than a family bank account and to keep contact between her and his grandfather to a minimum.
Dressed in a three piece business suit, he accompanied her captor down a cavernous hall, the claps of their shoes against the stone floor louder than they had any right to be. It put him in enough of a foul mood just being near this man, still more to know he was helping him profit off the abduction of a girl. Of all crimes to reward... He truly was a Takatori, wasn't he.
He took him down a winding staircase to a subterranean level. The man unlocked a heavy iron door, turned the latch, and pushed it open so that light flooded in, and fell upon the lone prisoner inside.
