"What do you mean he had a sister?" Akashi said harshly.

His father was lying on the hospital bed, stripped off any liveliness in his body. He had an oxygen mask on his face but Akashi clearly heard what his father just said.

"He ...had an.. older sister…" his father groaned again.

Akashi stood there thundered. All those years ago, when he rescued Ena from that sick house of the Kajanoka family, he made sure no member of that family would remain alive. 

He was so blinded by rage at that time that he hardly cared whether it was morally correct or not- in fact that was a downright disgusting crime. But he didn't care. If he were to go back again in that time, he'd do that same thing without any hesitation. He didn't care as long as it meant Ena was safe.

But in hindsight, did this rage of his make him do such a miscalculation?

"She was studying abroad at that time…" His father added.

Still, Akashi should have made sure that none of them were alive. Now this person could be the possible suspect behind Ena's abduction. He felt his blood boil and heart beat increase.

"What is her name?" Akashi asked his father roughly.

"She goes by the name Haruka…"

Akashi's eyes widened in shock as he stood there thundered. 'Haruka? Her best friend?!'

"But her real name was Harumi Kajanoka."

That was all Akashi needed. 

He sprang up on his feet, marched towards the door and was about to get out of the hospital room when he heard his father's croaky voice again. He turned his head slightly to glance at the man who was the part reason behind all this- the reason why he couldn't keep Ena safe.

"Seijuro… I'm sorry... for everything I've done… to you and… to Ena." He said.

Akashi's eyes hardened in silent rage. "It's too late but if you had to know, I forgave you a long time. Because I realized the last thing mother would want me to do was to hate you. And so would Ena."

With that he strode out of the pallide hospital room.

The drive back to the Akashi mansion was silent. Aihana asked him questions after questions about what his father had told him and if he had mentioned anything about their upcoming marriage but Akashi stayed silent. Fortunately she caught the hint before they reached the car, hence, the silent journey in the black limousine.

As soon as Akashi reached the mansion he started making calls to his men, to track down this last member of the Kajanoka family and inform him as fast as possible.

As he paced around his office, Aihana approached him with a concerned look on her heart shaped face.

"Sei-kun, is anything wrong?"

"No, Aihana." Akashi said curtly. "Nothing's wrong. If you want, you can go back."

Aihana felt a pang of hurt hearing those words. "I don't wanna go back because you clearly don't look okay. Why don't you ever tell me anything? I'm your fiance, you know!"

Akashi rubbed his forehead in annoyance. He really didn't have time for this. "Aihana, we'll talk about this later. Just not now."

Aihana remained silent for a minute and Akashi went back to his table and sat down on his swirling chair. His long fingers pushed through his crimson locks as he closed his eyes and leaned back.

"Is it anything about Ena?" 

Aihana's quiet voice made Akashi open his eyes. He turned around and looked at her with an unfathomable expression. "Why do you suspect that? Should I assume that you know something?"

"I know because it's always her, isn't it?" Aihana said softly. "It has always been her. I know it, I've known it for a while now actually. She was the love of your life. She still is the love of your life." A single drop of tear rolled down her rosy cheeks.

Akashi said nothing for a while as he stared at the sobbing woman emotionlessly. 

"If you had known that she was that much important to me and in my life, then I think it was a rather ignorant decision for you to get married to me." Akashi said monotonously.

Aihana's eyes widened. "I don't care!' She exclaimed. "I love you and I'm going to have you in any way I can. Even if I can't have your heart, I would never let her have you!"

Akashi slowly raised himself from the chair and walked towards her. 

She was a beautiful woman, Akashi reckoned that from the first time he saw her. But it was just that. It was never more than that.

"Taking your last statement into consideration, I must ask you this," He looked down 
at her short stature in front of him. "Do you or do you not know anything about Ena's whereabouts?"

"Ena is really missing?!"

The deep voice was not Aihana's. In fact it was a man's voice.

Shu burst into the room opening the door. He looked at Akashi and Aihana who were standing before the crimson haired man with tear stained cheeks and red eyes. Then Shu turned his attention back to Akashi.

"Where is Ena?" Shu asked Akashi bluntly.

Akashi glared at the black haired man for bursting into his study room without his permission. "On any other day I would've kicked you out of the house with no hesitation but I have more important matters in hand right now. And if I had known where Ena was, she would've been with me right now."

Shu glared back at the red haired man. "I'm amazed at how you still act so confident even after everything. You're the reason Ena has suffered and is still suffering!" 

Shu was not the type of guy who'd raise his voice. Anyone could hear the cold rage and malice dripping his low deep voice.

Akashi's glare intensified in fury. "Watch your tone, Denver. You don't want to talk to me like that when you're in my house."

Aihana looked back and forth between the two guys and her heart broke into smithereens how Akashi was talking about Ena.

"Where is she?" Shu asked for the last time.

"I still don't know. I'm still conducting my search all over Kyoto." Akashi answered coldly. "I'll find her."

_

Days went by and it felt like a never ending nightmare. 

Only nightmares didn't even hurt this much and didn't last for six days straight.

They say that all human bodies have a limit. A limit of how much physical pain a body can take. I wonder what is my limit.

I didn't even know when I started screaming or when I stopped screaming. I was just feeling the sore throat those screamings gave me afterwards.

There was not a single part of my body left that didn't have bloody scars. I was painted with blood, scars and bruises from head to toe.

Haruka and Tsunada, both of them took turns in torturing me and disfiguring my body in every way possible. Tsunada mentioned to Haruka that she never knew that torturing a person could bring so much happiness or something like this. I didn't hear clearly and I think I kind of stopped hearing in my left ear after that one time the leather whip landed on the left side of my head.

I didn't cry for help.

I just wanted to die.

I didn't even want to be saved anymore. The only way this could end if I had just died. Only then I can be at peace.

Knives seemed to be their favorite- both Haruka and his late younger brother Shinosuke. Both of them really liked carving patterns on my body with knives.

I screamed and screamed. I begged them over and over to stop and just kill me. I screamed that she could have her revenge by killing me. I apologized over and over for killing his brother. 

But they didn't stop. And after a while I realized that they liked how I screamed. It was like butter on the toast for them. But I couldn't stop screaming because it hurt so damn much.

Days after days, I tried to remember the person I loved so much in my whole life- Seijuro. I tried to remember his hair color, his beautiful eyes, his smile, his everything to relieve myself from at least some level of pain. I thought if I could think of him, I can endure anything until I die.

But after a while, even his handsome face started to get blurry in my mind. I could see his face only through this foggy vision; as if dark grey clouds had started to hide the bright blue sky underneath them. He was fading away from my mind.

But I didn't want to forget him. I didn't want to forget him even in my death. So I thought of him every single day.

I fell into this never ending horror show of a nightmare. All escape routes in front of me looked dark and closed. There was no hope for me and I felt like- I realized that the only hope waiting for me was in my death.

Only that way I would be freed.

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A/N: Unedited.