One Week

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Being the son of the FSC's head just had to bring problems. Tamaki knew that the moment he saw Sogo collapse of stress. Since then, albeit subconsciously, Tamaki had kept at least one eye on Sogo. The only time the older man would leave his sight was when he went to school, or when Sogo went to the bathroom or his own room.

Of course the moment Sogo leaves his sight in the dorms is when something terrible happens. Sogo had simply said he was going to go buy more groceries. It was a weekend afternoon and somehow both of MEZZO" had a day off, so Tamaki was home and had offered to go with him. But the white-haired male brushed him off, saying that he could handle it and that Tamaki should focus on his homework, before heading off.

Hours later, and Sogo had still not come back.

Tamaki had been getting anxious since the first hour had gone by. He knew what Sogo was buying; a couple of ingredients for dinner, some king pudding per Tamaki's request, and more hot sauce, because despite the massive stock in the pantry Sogo still had managed to finish it all in the span of a month. It wasn't a very long list, and the store was a mere ten minutes away, so there was absolutely no way Sogo could be taking so long without something happening. Sogo wasn't even picking up his phone, Tamaki calling him at least a hundred times by now. Glaring at his homework, Tamaki slammed the book closed. He really couldn't focus now; every bit of his brain was focused on finding Sogo.

And that's what Tamaki had decided to do, changing out of his pajamas into a hoodie and sweatpants. He knew it was probably a bad idea; it was extremely dark now, and nobody else was home. But that didn't stop him from scribbling a quick note about his whereabouts, leaving the said note on the fridge, and slipping out the door.

The cold hit him in the face. It was mid-winter, some snow still left on the streets from last week's snowfall. There was a good chance Tamaki would get sick with just his current attire on, and for a moment he reconsidered this operation. But he can't go back now, he's already outside. He began walking in the direction of the grocery store, shivering with every step. His sneakers were beginning to get soaked, but he shoved the cold feeling out of his mind and walked faster. The street was barely illuminated, the only thing lighting them up being the street lights, but several of them had broken bulbs.

So it was a miracle that Tamaki noticed the grocery bag thrown on the sidewalk. Approaching it, he noticed the contents; dinner ingredients, king pudding, hot sauce. Sogo's entire grocery list. Tamaki looked around; no Sogo in sight. Granted, it was horribly dark, but Tamaki at least thought he'd be able to notice Sogo's white hair in the contrast to the shadows. He looked down at the groceries again, and this time noticed a slip of paper in between the items. It was an orange hue, which is certainly not the colour of a receipt. Tamaki pulled it out, reading the contents. He could feel his chest tighten at every word, his heartbeat picking up in pace. Shocked, he picked up the grocery bag and ran home, the note in his hands. He had to get home and tell the others.

Osaka Sogo is now our hostage. If you wish to be able to ever see him again, get 1,000,000¥ and leave it at this location by next week. Should be pretty easy; he's the son of the FSC head after all. If you don't get it, well

You'll never see Osaka Sogo again.