"Shit, the door's locked." Yao growled pulling on the door.

"Well I guess the cliché "door closes in scary mansion" did happen." Kiku shrugged leaning on a pillar.

"you don't seem so worried, what if those assassins come for us again?" Yao said letting his hair down as he pulled the last few hair pins out from his hair. I mean heck, if he doesn't have hair pins his hair would've been a crazy mess by now.

"Oh they won't even be able to stand, how in the world are they going to chase us?" Kiku sat down cross legged beside Yao watching him trying to pick the lock open.

"God have you watched any TV show before?! Whenever someone says something like that, it's bound to happen." Yao rolled his eyes trying even harder to pick the lock now.

"No, I never liked wasting my life away in front of a glowing box." Kiku said nonchalantly, "But it seems like someone has a different view."

"What are you suggesting Honda? I don't want to have a fight with you here." Yao hissed with the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Hey, just saying and plus, are you done with that lock yet?" Kiku kneeled beside Yao with knitted brows, he was getting impatient.

"I'll be done soon if you would be so kind as to shut your pie hole." Yao gritted his teeth catching a glimpse of the impatient Japanese beside him.

"You speak a very accented English but your swearing vocabulary is quite broad, should I say that's what I expected from the Chinese schools? Oh and also, that'll be 16 yen." Kiku put a playful snicker on seeing Yao's expression change from irritated to furious.

Suddenly Yao stood up flinging the hairpin to the floor. "I don't know what got into my head when I agreed to work with you arrogant, prejudicial, racist person. All I know now is that you can pick the lock by your fucking self if I, a "lowly Chinese" isn't up to your standards. Sayonara you little dipshit." Yao stormed away with heaving breathes. He didn't know where he was going, but anywhere except Japan would be nice.

"Oi! Come back there's a tr..." Kiku tried to warn Yao but with Yao ignoring him, he couldn't do much except to watch Yao walk into the trap step by step.

"Aw a fucking net again?!!!" Yao wanted to shoot himself in the head as he felt himself getting suspended meters (Apologies to my American readers, we go metric in Canada XD P.S. 3 feet is 1 meter) above the ground by a net.

"There'll be lot of yens that you'll owe me but right now I need to get y...ahhh!" Kiku exclaimed as he felt himself too get suspended into the air with a net.

"Now you know the pain." Yao raised an eyebrow at Kiku who was too embarrassed to look up.

"That wasn't supposed to happen..." Kiku muttered quietly sighing.

"You can say that again." Yao chuckled dryly as he twirled around in his own net out of boredom.

"Hey, about what I said? I didn't really mean it you know? I didn't know you Chi- I mean you were so hot headed. It's just that... Ah, I don't know how to describe it. It's just that, you know?" Kiku looked to Yao hoping he would get a clue.

"First, I'm not hot-headed, second, I don't know so you'll have to be better at English or explain in Chinese." Yao answered making it super awkward for the other. He has no intention of making anything easier for "his partner".

"Hey! Don't you two bastards realize you're caught by someone who possibly wants your head?!"

A voice sounded below Yao and Kiku who's attention was immediately drawn to the new sound source.

A hazel haired young man stood below with his arms crossed. He was in a white dress shirt that had a little tomato pattern stitched on the right shirt pocket.

But even with his haughty and nasty demeanor that reeked out of him, he didn't seem like one to go killing anyone... Yao decided sending a look to Kiku.

Kiku cleared his voice quietly." Excuse me but who might you be? I don't believe it is safe to be in this house all by yourself."

"Oh I'm not by myself, this is our territory and you've just wondered into the wrong place at the wrong time and met the wrong person." The young male lowered his voice speaking in an accented Japanese keeping Yao completely out of the conversation.

"Honda, ask him if he speaks English." Yao hissed to Kiku who complied. "Do you happen to speak English?"

"Nope, but that doesn't matter anyway because you both are going for a ride." With that and a push of button, Kiku and Yao found themselves hurling to the opening in the floor below.

--Flash back—

Kiku looked around, or at least tried to. The blur of colours nauseated him making him fall back onto the bed closing his eyes. He reached for the eyepatch beside his bed, the darkness was better than the frenzy of colour.

He called for pochi, his guide dog that he insisted on being his. He could've chosen the collie or the German shepherd that was much more suited for guiding him around. But the little fluff of white fur made him smile for the first time ever since his cornea was cut out and sold by human traffickers.

Human trafficking was never an issue in Japan, but he had the luck to be abducted right from his parents and blinded possibly for the rest of his life. But, life has to continue... Kiku decided as he sat up on the side of his bed and felt around for his shoes.

Then he felt around for Pochi who yapped a few times as if indicating where it was. Kiku stood up holding on to the handles attached to Pochi as the little dog started leading the way.

The cool breeze brushed his face and Pochi trotted happily in front of him. But Kiku found joy in nothing. Cornea replacements were hard to come by and it would be a while before he could be "normal" again. It's not just the wait that was killing him, it's also having to give his full trust to the tiny shiba in front.

As the hospital doors slid open automatically, Kiku let the fresh air wash over all his fear, anger and anxiety. This was going to be a hard period of time...

--Back to the present—

Yao squirmed to his partner trying not to feel like screaming from the pain that his body sent to his brain.

"Hey Honda, you dead?" Yao asked in a low voice nudging the other slightly.

"No, but I don't feel well..." Kiku muttered trying to push Yao away.

"Did you break a bone or something? I'll have to leave you here if you can't run." Yao chuckled lowly imagining the scowl on Kiku's face.

"Wang, I don't believe that this is a good time to joke around." Kiku growled clearly in no mood for anything.

"Good you still have some fight in you, we'll need that."

But their short chat was soon interrupted by the opening of the door that sent a sliver of light which increased in size as a towering figure's silhouette appeared in front of the door way.

"Are you guys done with the chit chat? There's some interrogation that'll need to be done with the both of you." A German accented English boomed from the figure as a blond man flipped the switch on striding inside the little interrogating room.

"I swear to God I've never met this many westerners in one day." Yao sighed exasperated as he took a worried glance at the Japanese beside him who looked pale as ever.

"Anyways, we'll have to separate you two first so that no sneaky moves happen during the interrogation." The German ordered as a few suited men with sunglasses came in ready to drag Kiku away.

"You're not taking him anywhere, he's staying here." Yao growled as he tried to push Kiku behind himself but only managing to tangle their webs together. He couldn't believe the words that flew out of his mouth, but he believed that he needed to do the right thing, at least this time.

The German sighed slightly as he waved the men out. "You two seem like to poor little kittens who got lost while playing around. Fine, I'll let him stay, he doesn't seem well enough to do anything anyways."

"Thank you." Yao bowed his head slightly as he nudged away from Kiku.

"Who sent you two here? It seems that you two are detectives, there's been no murder cases in this house." The blond started his questioning.

"We are, but we've been told there's been a murder case here. It seems that we've been fed the wrong information. Also, were the five men that were sent to chase us your men?" Yao answered before questioning.

"I think that the interrogator here is me, Mr. Wang." The German smiled slightly seeing colour drain from Yao's face. He knew the detective by now have realized that if the blond knew his name, then all the other information about him must've been found too. "My name's Ludwig Beilschmidt. Since you've been here and know my name now don't expect to leave."

With that Ludwig walked out flipping the light off as the suited men filed out with the last one locking the door leaving a very unwell Kiku and an exasperated Yao in the pitch blackness.

"Honda, you looked unwell. You think you'll survive?" Yao nudged the other slightly trying to provoke an reaction.

"Yeah, it's just that my body ache terribly and there's some things that happened that I'd rather not talk about. God I hate the darkness." Kiku nudged slightly closer to Yao who didn't push him away.

"It's ok, I'm here. We'll be fine. I promise."

"Ok, I'm putting full trust in you. Don't let me down Wang."

"Right, got that."