"This is where she was supposed to meet the supplier." Fuyuhiko muttered, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.
Peko nodded, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "We should look for any clues, anything that might indicate what happened."
The tension was palpable as Fuyuhiko and Peko scoured the meeting place for any sign of Hannah. The night was dark, the only illumination coming from the occasional streetlight casting long shadows. Members of both the Kuzuryu and Togami clans were spread out, searching the area with a sense of urgency.
Fuyuhiko's eyes were sharp, scanning every corner of the alleyway. Peko was beside him, her hand remaining on the hilt of her sword, ready for anything. The sense of dread was growing with each passing moment, and the usually stoic Fuyuhiko was finding it increasingly hard to keep his emotions in check.
Suddenly, Peko stopped and pointed upwards. "Young master, look. There's a security camera."
Fuyuhiko followed her gaze and saw the camera mounted high on the side of a building, its lens pointed directly at the alleyway. His mind raced, realizing that this could be their best shot at finding out what happened to Hannah.
He turned to one of the Kuzuryu clan members who was nearby, a tech-savvy guy named Aki. "Aki, do you reckon we can get the footage from that camera?"
Aki looked up at the camera, then back at Fuyuhiko, nodding confidently. "Yeah, I can get it. It'll take a bit of time to hack into the feed, but I can do it."
"Good." Fuyuhiko replied, his tone urgent. "Get to work on it now. We need that footage as soon as possible."
Aki pulled out his laptop and set up a makeshift workstation right there in the alley. He connected to the camera's network and began the process of hacking into the feed. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity.
While Aki worked, Fuyuhiko and Peko continued to search the area, looking for any other clues that might indicate where Hannah had been taken. The rest of the clan members were doing the same, combing through every inch of the surrounding streets and alleys.
Fuyuhiko's mind was racing with possibilities, each one more dire than the last. He couldn't shake the image of Hannah's vulnerable face from his mind. He swore under his breath, the frustration and worry boiling over.
After what felt like an eternity, Aki finally looked up from his laptop, a triumphant smile on his face. "I've got it. The footage is downloading now."
Fuyuhiko rushed over to Aki's side, Peko following closely. As Aki's laptop screen flickered, the footage began to play, showing Hannah arriving at the meeting point. Her nervous glances and the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other told Fuyuhiko everything he needed to know. She had sensed something was wrong.
But before they could see what happened next, the screen glitched, freezing mid-frame.
"Damn it!" Aki cursed, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "The signal's too bad out here. We need to go back to the manor to get a stable connection and view the full footage."
Fuyuhiko's jaw clenched in frustration. "Fine. Let's move. Everyone back to the
manor."
The convoy of cars sped back to the Kuzuryu Manor, the atmosphere inside Fuyuhiko's car tense and charged with a sense of urgency. When they finally arrived, Aki wasted no time setting up his equipment in the manor's secure tech room, where the signal was strong and stable.
"Alright, let's see what we've got." Aki said, bringing up the footage again.
Fuyuhiko stood behind him, Peko by his side, as the video began to play from the beginning. Hannah's figure reappeared on the screen, and this time the video ran smoothly. They watched as she nervously checked her surroundings. Her body language screamed unease.
Then, the black car pulled up. Three men emerged, their faces obscured by hoods and masks. They moved quickly, grabbing Hannah from behind. Her struggles were evident, her desperate attempts to scream and kick futile against their combined strength.
One of the men placed a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. Her eyes were wide with fear, darting around in a frantic search for help that wasn't coming. Another man grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back. Hannah's face contorted in pain, but she didn't stop struggling.
Fuyuhiko's hands balled into fists as he watched the scene unfold. His breath came in sharp, controlled bursts, his anger simmering just below the surface.
The footage showed the men dragging Hannah towards the car. She kicked out, trying to dig her heels into the ground, but one of the men punched her in the face, the force of the blow knocking her out cold. Her body went limp, and they unceremoniously tossed her into the back seat of the car before speeding off.
The screen went dark, and Aki paused the video. The room was silent, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on everyone present.
Fuyuhiko's rage boiled over. He slammed his fist onto the table, the impact reverberating through the room. "Bastards!" he muttered through gritted teeth. "They're going to pay for this. Every single one of them."
Peko placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Young master, we'll find her. We'll bring her back."
Fuyuhiko nodded, though his eyes remained fixed on the screen, replaying the scene in his mind. The image of Hannah's fearful face and the way she was overpowered and struck down burned into his memory. The thought of someone else laying hands on her, controlling her in such a brutal manner, filled him with a protective fury he couldn't fully understand.
Turning to Aki, he barked, "Track that car. Find out where they took her."
Aki nodded, already working on tracing the car's movements through the city. "I'm on it, boss."
As the minutes dragged on, Fuyuhiko paced the room, his mind racing with strategies and contingencies. Every second felt like an hour, the tension mounting with each passing moment.
Finally, Aki looked up, a determined glint in his eye. "I've got a lead. The car stopped at an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. That's where they took her."
Fuyuhiko didn't hesitate. "Let's move. We're getting her back now."
The clan members geared up, ready for whatever awaited them at the warehouse. Fuyuhiko's mind was singularly focused on one goal, rescuing Hannah and exacting retribution on those who had dared to lay a hand on her.
As they sped towards the warehouse, Fuyuhiko's resolve hardened. No one harmed what was his and got away with it. Hannah might not have been his in the traditional sense, but at that moment, she was his responsibility, and he was going to make sure she was safe. And if anyone tried to stop him, they would learn just how ruthless a Kuzuryu could be.
The convoy of Kuzuryu clan vehicles screeched to a halt outside the dilapidated warehouse on the city's outskirts. The building was a testament to years of neglect, its walls covered in graffiti and windows shattered. Fuyuhiko and Peko led the way, flanked by a dozen clan members armed and ready for anything.
They moved quickly and quietly through the warehouse, their footsteps echoing against the cold, concrete floors. It didn't take long to find her. In the center of a dimly lit room, Hannah sat tied to a chair, her body limp and her head hanging low. Bruises and cuts marred her once clear skin, the most prominent being a deep gash on her forehead, a purpling bruise on her cheek, and various lacerations on her arms and legs. Her clothes were torn and bloodied, evidence of the brutality she had endured.
Fuyuhiko's eyes narrowed, fury burning hotter with each step closer. Hannah's breaths were shallow and labored, her eyes fluttering weakly as she struggled to stay conscious. It was clear she had been tortured relentlessly, her body used as a canvas for the men's sadistic pleasure.
"Over here!" a clan member called out, gesturing to the men guarding her. They were caught off guard, not expecting the swift retaliation.
Fuyuhiko's men quickly overpowered two of the guards, binding their hands and gagging them. The third man, the apparent leader, tried to flee, but Fuyuhiko was faster. He grabbed the man by the collar, slamming him into the wall with a force that knocked the wind out of him.
"You think you can lay your filthy hands on her and walk away?" Fuyuhiko growled, his voice low and menacing.
The man struggled, his eyes wide with fear. "I-I was just following orders!"
"Wrong answer." Fuyuhiko hissed, his fist connecting with the man's face with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed from the man's nose, and he cried out in pain.
Peko quickly moved to Hannah's side, her movements gentle but efficient. She untied the ropes binding Hannah to the chair, wincing at the sight of the deep abrasions they had left on her wrists. "It's okay, Hannah. We're here now." she whispered, her voice a stark contrast to the violence erupting around them.
Fuyuhiko's punches came faster and harder, each one driven by a mix of anger and a protectiveness he had never felt so intensely. The man's face became a bloody mess, his cries for mercy falling on deaf ears. Fuyuhiko's rage was a force of nature, unrelenting and punishing.
"You tortured her!" Fuyuhiko spat, delivering a knee to the man's gut, causing him to double over in agony. "You thought you could get away with it."
Peko gently lifted Hannah, who whimpered in pain but managed to cling to Peko's shoulder. "Easy now, l've got you." Peko murmured, leading her out of the room where the rest of the clan was on standby, waiting to escort her back to the manor.
The remaining clan members secured the other two men, dragging them outside to the waiting vehicles. Fuyuhiko's attention never wavered from the man he was beating.
The man's pleas turned to gurgles as blood filled his mouth. Fuyuhiko delivered a final, devastating punch that sent him crumpling to the floor, barely conscious.
Fuyuhiko loomed over him, breathing heavily, his knuckles bloody. "No one touches her and lives to tell about it." he said coldly, turning away as Peko returned to his side.
"She's in the car. We need to get her back to the manor quickly and treat her injuries." Peko said, her voice calm but laced with urgency.
Fuyuhiko nodded, sparing one last glance at the man on the floor before joining his clan members. They had Hannah, and she was alive. That was all that mattered.
As they drove back to the manor, Fuyuhiko couldn't help but glance at Hannah, her fragile form nestled in the back seat, her head resting on Peko's lap. She was beaten and bruised, but she was a fighter. He knew she would pull through, and when she did, he would ensure she never faced such danger alone again.
Back at the manor, one of the clan's many private doctors was already waiting, ready to tend to Hannah's wounds. Fuyuhiko stood guard outside her room, his mind racing with plans for retribution. The men who had done this would pay dearly.
But for now, his priority was Hannah's safety and recovery. He would be there for her, no matter how much she might protest. The bond they shared, however strained and complicated, was stronger than he had realized. And he wasn't about to let anyone break it.
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