I don't know how we got here, maybe let's rewind for a sec...

You were currently being held at gunpoint by an unexpected friend. Should we still call him a friend? The sound of the gun barrel cocked up to your head as if to whisper a simultaneous "Hello" and "Goodbye". Who would've thought you'd replay your life like a fast forwarded video. The pace was unsettling. Who knew it would end like this.

"SUGA NO!"

A thunderous bang echoed throughout the whole room, accompanied by a pin-drop silence.

When you love someone, the time apart is a lethal suffering. In my case, Suga and I were like magnets. Same poles, unable to be together even for a second. We were against the inevitable.

The car swerves dangerously over the road as you try to catch your breath. The haziness of last night's events replayed in your mind, but in an instant, it was all over. Suga felt like a distant memory, unattainable. Even if it was for a mere fraction of a second to be with him, you'd take any adversity to be in the safeness of his arms once more.

Goodbye my paradise.

"I can't breathe." You croaked under a pillowcase, encircling your head. You were squirming under the trunk of a car as you feel the cheap polyester brush harshly against your skin. The ill allowance of space screamed claustrophobia. You feel around the darkness to the best of your ability, but there was nothing to grasp onto. The thick rope around your wrists was digging into your skin and the burn made you itch with an endless need to pull apart your hands. You kicked and screamed at the trunk of the car, but your breath was shaky at a near collapse.

How did I get here?

"PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" You screamed, only to be muffled by the sound of the engine.

The surgical scar on your back was like a stab in the back with a knife. Not a quick stab, but a slowly driven one; the sensation was causing you to borderline blackout. Your mind shifts back and forth from lucidity to reality. The pain numbs your body as you slowly open and close your hands; a sign to yourself that you're still alive. The car grazes over a speed bump, making your head hit the roof harshly with a 'bang'. Spots blur your vision, as your eyes play tricks on your mind. Curling up into a ball, you clench your fists together and try to think of happy thoughts. The anxiety was evident in your heartbeat, but you remember what Suga said the first time you had a panic attack: "We'll be okay, I'm here (F/N)"

The beating of your heart crescendos into your ears, deafening you. Shielding your face with your stiff hands, you squeezing your eyes shut and recite Suga's words in your head:

We'll be okay, Suga i'll be okay.

The engine ceased as the car rolled to a stop on the rough pavement. It was still dark on your end and you've lost sense of time. Hearing the trunk pop open, you let out an exhale before realizing you were holding your breath the whole time. Feeling self conscious, you scrunch up in the bareness of your hospital gown. You felt objectified as the three figures hovered over you.

"Unload her." A man with a deep voice commanded. They harshly grabbed you by the arms and legs as you kicked and thrashed in their clutches.

"LET GO OF ME YOU ASSHOLES!!!" you screeched as you successfully kicked one of them in the face. Though you couldn't properly tell with the suffocating cloth, the impact caused the enemy to grunt in pain. Sadly, your efforts weren't enough as they gripped tighter to your limbs. Twisting against them only earned yourself a kick in the side. The excruciating blow lingered as you let out a sharp exhale in response.

You were desperate for a way out, crying and screaming for help. You hear the doors burst open and the man instructed, "Now now, gently put her down"

They did as they were told and you fell forward with your knees meeting the floor. You were panting in the pillowcase as your tied hands propped you up, just barely. Your head felt fuzzy and the room wouldn't stop spinning. Hyperventilating deeply from your chest, your lungs were giving in.

"Take it off now." He barked callously

One of his henchmen loosened the knots, letting the blood flow to your head. As they undid the knots, you realized how meticulously they were. In fact, you could feel their hands trembling. They were scared too.

Why are they so careful? What are they scared of?

Just as it slipped past your head, you gasped for air like emerging from underwater for the first time. You were face to face with death; he was breathing down your neck, anticipating to engulf you in darkness. Blinking a few times to adjust to the lack of lighting, your pupils dilate, peering into the unknown. Your glasses were left back at the hospital, but you could make out what's around you. The room was filled with men dressed in black with deadly weapons in their hoisters. You could feel the tightness of the room, even if it was vastly spacious.

A woman sat in a chair with high black boots, paired with a black satin gown. Her menacing eyes were sharp like daggers; her black hair tied in a high ponytail, just as sharp. Her smile was sickening but was somehow comforting. It confused you. She crossed her legs with her foot dangling, awaiting for you.

Joining her on the side, was the man from earlier. He wore a sleek black suit with a complementing his tie and shoes. His black hair pulled back with gel and his cologne a musky scent. A familiar blueish grey eyes were fixated on your wide ones. You shook in sudden realization that they were unmistakably both family.

Kageyama's dad?! And she must be-

"Why hello dear. I'm your dad's twin sister, Rin. Nice to finally meet you." The woman said in a thick syrupy voice, coaxed with honey. A wide grin slowly formed on her face, making you shiver at her presumed 'kindness'.

Kindaichi's mom?! What the hell is going on?!

It felt like one of those unrealistic action movies. The protagonist held captive only to be more confused and scared. Usually the protagonist would be rescued, which would give you a sign of relief. However, this wasn't a movie, this was an inescapable reality.

"Well? Offer my niece a chair. We wouldn't want to be rude now, would we?" Kindaichi's mom spoke with a sharp tongue. She nods her head to the people standing behind you. You turn your head slowly, only to realize who she was talking to. Hunched over with your hands tied, the two people from earlier grabbed you by your forearms, hoisting you upwards. The pain from your body didn't allow you to stand erect, making you slump over in their grasp. Anger and hatred made your blood boil as you shove your arms away

How dare they

"Kindaichi? Kunimi? What's going on? Why are you helping them?!" your voice was desperate for answers but your friends remained silent.

They shoved you onto a plastic chair and scooch you forward to the wooden table. Your aunt sat directly in front of you with her hands in a bundle. The dim lighting accentuated her prominent pointy chin and familiar eyes.

"Now, shall we get down to business?" she said sternly with a crooked smile.

"If you wanted something from me...." you spoke slowly, slumped over in your tiny chair, "I have nothing to offer you."

She lets out a slight snort as she runs her nimble fingers through her long raven hair.

"Listen you brat. You do have something I want. But first, let me start from the beginning." she flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned in closer to you. Her face at an uncomfortable distance from yours.

"Do you know who I am? Of course you know. Funny how your father never mentioned me. How typical of him. Could've had a good family reunion. Am I right Kindaichi?" she spoke in a wicked tone.

Kindaichi stood by his mom, but you could see him trembling. Kunimi was standing slightly behind you. You've felt smaller than ever.

"Kageyama-san. I promised him custody of Kiyoko if he gets me what I want. Which is you. And of course, you weren't exactly a piece of pie trying to hunt down, so he ordered these two to spy on you." she sneered. You wanted to spit on her face, despite how terrified you feel. Your eyes shift slightly to Kageyama's dad who remained stoic by Rin's side.

Kiyoko?! Hell no.

She suddenly grasps your face and squeezes your cheeks together. You squirm underneath her grasp as she breathes down your face. You shift your face sideways and catch a glimpse of Kindaichi. His eyes held a pained response as he remained silent, but deep down it killed him to watch. Rin inspects your face in awe and makes a little 'tsk tsk'.

"Wow, Udai blood. You look just like me. So similar to your father, but you have that nose."

How dare she talk shit about my mom!

Her cold fingers squeezed the life out of your cheeks and instinctively, you bite down on her thumb. She lets out a blood curdling scream and all the men dressed in black point their guns at you.

"You bastard." she spat, "Yutaro."

She motions a hand to him but he hesitates at first until she screams, "Now my darling!"

Kindaichi hovers over to you and raises a fist. He mumbles the tiniest, "I'm sorry."

He suddenly strikes you across the face and you feel the heat surge from your bruised cheek. His mom doesn't say anything as she takes her seat again.

"I told you, I don't have anything you want." you coughed as you spat out the blood from your mouth. You slumped over your chair as Rin grabs you by your hair and forcefully tilts your head.

"You know that car accident over a year ago..." She toyed as her grip tightened,

A flashback of the accident replayed in your head as you trembled in your seat. The day you felt vulnerable in your hospital bed as the doctors explained what happened. You refused to listen to what happened to your dad. 'They're lying, they're all liars'. Endless crying and feeling helpless. Asking yourself 'why did this happen to us?!'

"Liar! It was a drunk driver!" you screamed with tears in your eyes. Your tears felt hot against your cheeks as you attempted to subdue your emotions. Choking on your tears and blood you didn't want to believe anything this woman said.

"Oh no darling. I hired someone to kill your father. It was just unfortunate that you were in the car as well." she hissed. She tilts your head backwards as you hit the back of the chair.

No, I won't listen to this woman. She's a liar! I don't even know her!

"Mom, stop it." Kindaichi noticed the fear in your eyes as he placed a hand on his mom's shoulder. She swiftly slapped it away and screamed,

"No. Not until I get what I want! You know when I saw you play volleyball on TV, you look just like your father."

Her face was inches away from yours, and you close your eyes just to avoid her gaze. She shook your head with sheer tenacity.

"How naughty of you to play as a boy... Tenma would've been proud. I can't believe these two idiots couldn't beat you" she teased as she finally let go of your hair. You let out a hefty gasp as the woman takes her seat again.

"You knew this whole time? About the accident?! About my dad?!" your head shifts left and right at Kindaichi and Kunimi. They looked like they wanted to say something, but if they did, Rin would've threatened them.

Rin shakes her head and crosses her legs again. She looks at you with a mixture of disgust and pity.

"My dad passed away and handed down Udai Corp to his kids. Stupid geezer gave it to my brother. He's only two minutes older than me and how dare he give it to him. He doesn't even want it! He ran away for that... that WHORE" she let out an enraged scream as she slammed her fists on the table, "Now that your dad's dead, thinking I could get the money, but NO. It says here."

She takes out a paper from her coat and swiftly slides it to you. It was a legal document reading, ' I, Udai Tenma, send all assets to my daughter Udai (Shimizu) (F/N).'

You gawk at the paper in shock. Unaware that you were practically a billionaire and your dad didn't even bother to mention it.

WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME THIS RESPONSIBILITY, DAD?!

"Now you see. If I could just get you to hand over the money then I can let you go." she smiled and you blink at her with astonishment.

"Baka. I don't have your money, okay? I didn't even know this was mine to begin with!" you spoke bitterly. She strikes you again on the other cheek and you weren't prepared for it this time. Kunimi and Kindaichi look away with pained expressions.

"My brother liked clues and hints. Growing up he liked drawings and puzzles. He was weird that way but that's why he's the favourite." she rolled her eyes and pointed a thumb to the vault behind her.

You blink at the steel bars behind your evil aunt. They were stacked together with a huge lock fixated in the middle. It's daunting size was enough for you to cower in its presence.

"I need a key to open this vault full of money your dad left behind for you. He wouldn't just hand it over to me. No, he'd keep it somewhere where I'd never think of. Something like a favourite volleyball perhaps..." she eyed you suspiciously and recalled what your dad said to you...

'keep this with you at all times. It's my volleyball growing up. Grandpa gave this to me. Hope you grow to love the sport too.'

The ringing in your ears grew louder and the pain in your body was making all your thoughts numb. This whole conversation was surreal that nothing made sense anymore.

My favourite volleyball, the last time I had it was during the accident.

"I don't have it, I lost it during the accident." you let out a low whisper as your lips quivered.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Rin screamed directly to your face.

She nods her head to her son, indicating him to hit you again. He hesitated again as he recoiled his fist. You tense up, preparing yourself for the impact. Looking directly into Kindaichi's eyes, you pleaded 'don't do this Kindaichi, you're better than this'

"STOP IT!"

That voice. The sound is so familiar. It resonated home but it's giving me goosebumps. Turning your head slightly, you could hear the sound of guns pointed to the figure behind you. Your were turning pale and you thought your eyes were betraying you,

"Dad?!"

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