Chapter Eighty: Shin-Yamato Part Two

Chapter 80

Shin-Yamato Part Two

They were on the private jet up in the air. Jaxon was seated in a chair tied in chains. Darrel sat in a chair away from the rest. Olivia sat facing Jaxon. Robin was in the lounge sipping on a glass of chardonnay. Gabriel had his feet up on a table. He was smoking and Oscar sat with him sharpening his blade.

Jaxon: “I can’t wait for the green queen to slice you all in half!”

He huffed.

Robin: “She won’t find us, darling.”

She smirked and raised her glass.

Robin: “We’re just taking you to our client.”

She sipped on her wine.

Robin: “It’s going to be a long ride. About twenty hours.”

She said as she looked out the window.

Jaxon: “Where the FUCK are you taking me and to WHO?!”

He rasped.

Robin: “Shin-Yamato. Nobuyuki Nakamura hired me.”

She chuckled.

Robin: “Looks like you’re going to get married.”

She grinned and laughed. Jaxon’s heart sank.

Jaxon: “N-NARIKO?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

He screamed and thrashed in his seat. Olivia bit her bottom lip at his thrashing.

Olivia: “Oh, that is so, so hot!”

She fanned her face.

Robin: “Nobuyuki said he would do anything for his princess.”

She smiled.

Jaxon: “I DON’T WANT TO MARRY THAT CREEPY LITTLE WEIRDO! I WANT MY GREEN QUEEN!”

He rasped. Robin rolled her eyes.

Robin: “Too bad. We’re coming to the wedding and we’re going to make sure you marry her. Percy will lose his lemming but so be it. He took my inheritance from me. Tit for tat.”

She raised a glass.

Jaxon: “I’m NOT marrying her! Forget it!”

He bellowed.

Olivia: “Then I will have some fun with you before the marriage!”

She chirped and lifted his ankles, unzipped his chelsea boots, and took off his socks. Robin scrunched her nose at his footstink.

Robin: “Your feet stink.”

She groused and fanned her face. Jaxon glared at them.

Jaxon: “Don’t you DARE!”

He hissed.

Olivia: “That doesn’t bother me! I always loved his videos on Fu’s Feet Links!”

She sang and started tickling his feet with her nails.

Jaxon: “Nohohohohoo NOHOHOHOHOHO GET OFF ME!”

He whined. She tickled his soles and toes and licked his feet.

Olivia: “Mmmmm!”

Jaxon shuddered and laughed through the bitter pain.

Jaxon: “NOHOHOhohoho! STOP! HOHOHOHO STOP!”

He whined. She grinned and withdrew two electric toothbrushes and scrubbed his soles all over with him while moaning.

Jaxon: “NOHOHOHOOHOHO HAHAHA HAHA STOPHOHOHOHOHOHP! HAHAHAHA!”

He rasped as tears poured down his cheeks. She bit her lip and scrubbed all over his soles, in between his toes and the tops of his feet with electric toothbrushes.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHA AHAHAAHAH AHA AHA AHAHAAHAHA AHAHA HA!”

He squirmed and rasped.

She grinned at his agony and withdrew two cat massagers. She turned those on at full speed and scrubbed them all over his feet.

Jaxon: “HAHAAHAHAHAAHAHHAHOHOHOOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed and gasped for air, feeling faint. Olivia grinned evilly. She loved seeing his tear-streaked red face panting and gasping for air.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHA AAHA FUCK OFF STOOOHOHOHOHOHP! I-I’M GOING TO KILL YOUOUOOHOHOHOH!”

He rasped and wheezed.

Olivia stopped tickling him for a moment and wrapped pink duct tape around his mouth. Jaxon glared at her with muffled cursing. She held up the cat massagers and nodded. She scrubbed those all over his feet.

Jaxon: “GMPH PHHM HMMM NFF MM, MNN CRNPHM HNPHCH!”

He laughed through his gag. Olivia bit her bottom lip. God, he’s hot, she thought and scrubbed all over his soles with the cat massagers.

Jaxon: “HNHN NHNH NHN NHN NH FNCHNNG NFF PHPHNNNNNNNNP!”

He wailed. Olivia grinned and resumed scrubbing, loving the sight of what a mess he was, and on the verge of passing out.

Jaxon: “GMPH NFF MM, MNN HNPHCHMPH! NNNN HNHNHNHNHNH PHPHNP!”

He laughed through his gag, trembled all over, and passed out. Olivia cupped her cheeks and squealed.

~

Percy sauntered in his manor downstairs in his dungeon. Louis wrung his hands and panted eagerly. Percy smirked at him and inhaled a drag of his cigarette.

Percy: “Fret not, my magical friend. Trevor should bring Jaxon here… so I can make your and his dreams come true with my latest tickling video!”

He spread his arms out and giggled.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

Percy: “Hm, Trevor is never this late. What on Reona is keeping him?”

He cupped his mouth and knit his eyebrows, unable to shake the feeling something is wrong. Louis panted.

Louis: “Percy, I am getting blue-balled over here!”

He wheezed. Percy embraced himself.

Percy: “Patience, mon ami.”

He smiled and patted his shoulder.

Percy: “You know my delivery boy is punctual but today… he’s… late.”

Percy glanced at the clock again.

Percy: “...Two hours late to be precise.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Percy heard the door upstairs open and footsteps coming down. They didn’t sound like Trevor’s clumsy footsteps. Percy was surprised to see Noah coming downstairs out of breath. Dread formed in the pit of Percy’s stomach when he observed his expression and body language.

Noah: ‘S-Sir! Jaxon has been kidnapped! I spoke with a neighbor, Fabien Bellegarde. A pink-haired woman in a bunny costume said she was taking him to her ‘mistress’!”

He explained between breaths. Percy patted his back and grimaced. He clenched his fists.

Percy: “That… GODDAMN BITCH!”

He hissed through clenched teeth and tightly clenched his fist.

He turned to Louis.

Percy: “My apologies, Louis. Would you be a lamb and take a raincheck?”

He smiled tightly.

Percy: “I have to have a word with my ex…”

He withdrew his kukri blade and went upstairs.

~

After Percy and Noah visited Robin’s nightclub and found the mess, Percy knew that was Celeste’s doing and she was there. She already knows has been taken, he thought as he drove down the streets and entered Papamos. Percy chuckled. Of course, how could I ever underestimate the Warrior Princess, he thought.

~

Celeste was in her living room with Deimos and Trtstan on each side of her. They had the invoice for the jet fuel on her coffee table.

Celeste: “The fuck did she take him?! Who was that fuckin’ thing?!”

She rubbed her temples. Tristan patted her back.

Tristan: “We’re going to get him back, Celeste. Don’t fret. We have to formulate a plan. First of all, we don’t even know where they’re going.”

He said coolly. Deimos nodded.

Deimos: “He’s right.”

Percy zipped in and appeared before them.

Percy: “Hello, my warrior princess!”

The three gaped at him wide-eyed. Percy batted his eyelashes at Tristan and blew a kiss. Deimos glowered at Percy. Tristan rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “Now is really not the best time, Percy…”

He said rather snappishly.

Percy: “Coucou, my ice prince! I would love to ask you to dance but we have more important matters to discuss.”

He crooned at Tristan, who just shuddered.

Deimos: “So you know Jaxon has been kidnapped. We went to a private airport about a few miles out of the city. She took off with him in a jet.”

He explained. Celeste growled. Percy folded his arms and pressed his forefinger and middle finger against his lips.

Celeste: “And Trevor is missing! I went to buy snacks and usually he is my personal shopper so he can have some excuse to check out Tristan’s and Jaxon’s asses when he delivers my groceries back home, but he wasn’t there. He didn’t call in and tell William he wasn’t coming into work.”

She explained quickly. Tristan drew a long breath. Percy paced around, taking all this information in.

Percy: “She planned this. She knew I would rely on Trevor and kidnapped him.”

He growled.

Percy: “I knew there was a reason he wasn’t showing.”

He muttered.

He paced around and faced them.

Percy: “Do you know where they took him then?”

Deimos: “No. We only have this invoice we found in her club. This is how we knew where they were taking off. This is all we have.”

He explained. Percy picked up the invoice and examined it.

Percy: “I never knew Robin owned a private jet, and this isn’t rented if the invoice for FUEL was in her quarters. It must belong to one of her ‘pay pigs’.”

He quoted with his fingers. Celeste furrowed her eyebrows and looked away.

Tristan cupped his chin. He placed the camera on the coffee table. Percy glanced at it.

Percy: “What is that, my sexy ice prince?”

Tristan: “Oliver was playing with this. He told Papa he chased it around Jaxon and Celeste’s house. It’s a camera.”

Percy froze.

Percy: “Someone spied on them?”

He picked it up, scrutinizing it. Tristan nodded soberly.

Tristan: “How could I not notice this?”

He cupped his mouth. Percy gasped and went to console Tristan. Tristan quickly put up an ice shield.

Tristan: “Don’t!’

He hissed. Deimos glared at Percy and held him close. Percy chuckled.

Percy: “You’re such a tease.”

Tristan: “Not now.”

He snapped and rose.

Tristan: “I came over to tell Jaxon I would take his cases so long as they were legitimate! How could I not notice this?”

He cupped his mouth.

Celeste: “I live here and didn’t notice it, Tristan. Neither did Jaxon.”

She said flatly.

Deimos: “I would have noticed it, too but the day we came over…”

His voice trailed off and he froze. Then he clenched his fists. Tristan observed Deimos’ expression and knit his eyebrows. He placed his hands on his hand.

Deimos: “...We didn’t notice it because fucking BLAIR and IVY came over to antagonize and Blair told Tristan… he was like his mother!”

He rasped and angrily rose.

Tristan: “Deimos, please.”

Deimos: “NO! If those two shitheads never showed up, one of us would have noticed this and prevented this!’

He growled. Celeste clenched her fists tightly.

Percy planted his hand on his hip and placed his two fingers on his forehead.

Percy: “Look, there’s nothing we can do to change the past. We have to get Jaxon now.”

Deimos: “I’m kicking Blair’s ass!”

He slammed his fist into his palm.

Tristan: “Deimos, please! What will that solve?”

He placed his hands softly on Deimos. Deimos drew a rough breath.

Deimos: “No, Tristan! I am fucking tired of their sanctimonious bullshit! We could have prevented this! This is THEIR FUCKING FAULT!”

His voice rose.

Tristan: “They prevented us from stopping it but going after them isn’t going to solve this problem right now, Deimos. We need to figure out where they’re taking him.”

He said firmly but gently.

Percy cupped his cheeks with stars in his eyes. Deimos looked away and growled.

Deimos: “I wish you let me kick his ass…”

He muttered.

Percy: “You are so brilliant, my ice prince! Whenever you come up with a brilliant plan, I could kiss you!”

He said breathlessly. Tristan pulled a face.

Tristan: “Well, don’t.”

He said tersely.

Tristan harrumphed.

Tristan: “Dr. Sylvia Hughes is an infosec consultant and the founder of Pixelsun Securities. Companies hire her to find vulnerabilities in their websites or office networks—routes through which they may be hacked, leak data, etc. and either fix them or recommend changes that would mitigate them. She could reverse-engineer a virus, other malware, or vulnerable software. That means she examines the binary code the computer runs and figures out what the software does from that.”

He explained and made a praying gesture with his hands to exhale sharply.

Tristan: “Deimos, Celeste, and I could go to her office, and you could arrange for a private jet to go to whenever she took Jaxon.”

He said to Percy. Percy cupped his cheeks.

Percy: “OH MY! Are you… demanding me, my ice prince? I’m… kind of turned on.”

He murmured and placed his hand over his mouth. Tristan gave him the coldest ice stare. Deimos growled and held Tristan close.

Celeste: “Stop farting around, Percy. We have to get Jaxon. Let’s mosey.”

She said coolly and left the room.

Tristan: “How does one mosey?”

He asked. Percy cupped his mouth and chuckled.

Percy: “Your adorable disposition overwhelms me, my beloved.”

Deimos rolled his eyes.

~

Tristan, Celeste, and Deimos appeared before a small building in Dottat Yard. It was a plain-looking beige building with “Pixelsun Securities” inscribed in blue on a white glass sign. The three entered the glass door and were greeted with a messy office with papers stacked everywhere, books on programming on the floor, files on tables, and Syliva in the back on her desk.

Sylvia: “Celeste! Deimos and Tristan! What a pleasant surprise! What brings you three here?”

She smiled.

Celeste: “Robin has kidnaped Jaxon. She took off with him in a private jet. We don’t know where they’re going.”

She explained and knit her eyebrows. Sylvia gazed at Celeste and smiled a bit.

Sylvia: “Who is this young man to you, Celeste?”

Celeste sighed.

Celeste: “My boyfriend. We recently got a new house.”

Syliva smiled a bit.

Syliva: “Do you love him?”

Celeste glared at her.

Celeste: “Yes, of course, I do! Why are you asking me all these questions?!”

She threw her hands up.

Celeste: “I need you to find out where Robin took him!”

She slammed her fist on the desk. Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

Syliva: “No need to be hostile, Celeste.”

She said coolly.

Tristan: “With all due respect, Sylvia. Her lover has been kidnapped. Most people would not be calm and collected in such a dire situation.”

He said firmly. Sylvia nodded.

Sylvia: “Duly noted, Tristan.”

She cleared her throat as her fingers flew over the keyboard.

Sylvia: “I see she Darrel ‘The Wraith’ Gatti works for Robin. He’s a notorious hacker in the cyber underworld.”

She said softly as she cupped her mouth.

Deimos: ‘And he’s a huge pervert to boot.’

He huffed.

Sylvia: “That is no surprise, Deimos. Most everyone somewhat familiar with The Wraith are well aware of the number of fetishes he has.”

She said taking on a twinge of annoyance.

Syliva: “That said, I am not surprised he has taken a shine to Robin.”

She said as she sipped her coffee and typed on her keyboard.

Sylvia: “Recently, there was a breach at Donati, Inc. We’re still investigating but I wouldn’t be surprised if Darrel was behind this.”

She drew a short breath and stared at the screen. Celeste was going to say something but Tristan put his hand up and shook his head. She stomped her foot.

Syliva: “Ivy has recently moved in with Blair. They’re very happy.”

She smiled. Deimos was going to say something but Tristan put his hand on him.

Tristan: “...Yes, Sylvia. Let’s focus on more important matters right now.”

He nodded. Celeste folded her arms. Sylvia nodded.

She paused when she found something.

Sylvia: “I located the private jet she was using. The name the plane is under is ‘Marvin Atwood’. He owns an accounting firm in Los Campos. Most private jets have to file flight plans. Let me see.”

The keyboards made a clicking sound as she typed. Celeste paced around the room impatiently. Tristan folded his arms over his chest.

Sylvia: “Huh…”

Tristan flicked a gaze at her.

Sylvia: “According to the flight plans on Marvin’s jet… It traveled to Neo-Kobe, Shin-Yamato a couple of days ago…”

She began. Celeste’s jaw dropped. Tristan raised an eyebrow.

Sylvia: “And again today.”

She said slowly. Celeste darkened.

Celeste: “Let’s go.”

She said quickly, taking Deimos’ and Tristan’s arms.

Tristan: ‘Sorry, Sylvia! Send the invoice to me! I will pay for it!”

He said as she dragged them out.

Sylvia smiled and nodded.

Syliva: “Cheerio!”

She turned to her screen.

Sylvia: “Oh, I neglected to mention Ivy wants Blair to propose to her. Oh, I suppose that can wait after they rescue Jaxon.”

She smiled.

~

Celeste, Tristan, Deimos, and Percy were on a private jet Percy rented on their way to Shin-Yamato.

Percy: “Where on Reona would Robin have taken my little sidekick?”

He leaned his head on his hand and drummed his fingertips on the table.

Celeste: “Fuck knows.”

She grumbled.

Tristan: ‘Whoever did business with Robin must have paid in cash if Sylvia could find no traces of any money transfers.”

He began and sipped on his chardonnay. Deimos inhaled a drag from his cigarette.

Deimos: “Must have a lot of money.”

Tristan nodded.

Percy smiled tightly.

Percy: “Whoever it is desperately wants to decorate my blades with their blood.”

He giggled. Tristan flinched and shifted in his seat.

Tristan cupped his mouth.

Tristan: “What if the culprit is that bizarre ex-fiancée of his that Fabien laughs at?”

He offered. Deimos raised an eyebrow, curiously.

Celeste: “Tristan her weapon of choice is a feather sword. Do you think she could be capable of something like this?”

Tristan shrugged.

Tristan: “I don’t see why not. She would have the motive since she’s still smitten with Jaxon.”

Celeste: “I think until we have solid proof, we need to look at other aspects.”

Tristan sighed. He recalled when he researched Jaxon’s history to help him with Vanessa’s case that Yvette came from an extremely wealthy family. She has the motives and the funds to do it, but would she orchestrate it? He wondered. No, I think it has to be her father, Nobuyuki, he thought.

Tristan: “What if Nariko’s father orchestrated this kidnapping for his daughter?”

He finally said.

Celeste: “I don’t know her dad. Jaxon doesn’t speak of his past much or Nariko.”

She said quickly.

Tristan: “Yes, I know, this is why I had to conduct research.”

Celeste: “I guess we’ll find out when we get there.”

She looked out the window, thinking of Jaxon, worried about him and wanting to get him out of there and back home. I’m coming, Jaxon, she thought.