Kyle didn't move and simply lay there like a log. Stiff as a board and his head was turned away, his face showing how angry he was.

Randall reluctantly got off Kyle, deciding not to push any further. He was well aware of how angry the boy was, and that if he pressed on too much, the boy would retaliate in ways that would be destructive to the both of them.

Kyle's blatant anger and displeasure at him did not bother him at all, though. He knew that it would happen and he was confident that in time, Kyle would see and understand his actions. The boy was still young, and impulsive.

Randall was more than prepared for the cold war that would happen.

He had plenty of time to coax him.

All his life, actually.

✿.✿.✿.✿

It didn't take long for the news to hit the headlines.

"Uprising star missing"

"Smith Heir suspected dead"

The police made a statement, urging the public for any information that they might have. They stated that the investigations were still going on, and that it was too early to make any conclusions. The clothes were suspected to be Kyle's but until forensics went through it, they could not make any conclusion.

There was Kay there as well, standing beside him and crying. Xing Han was beside her, holding her by the waist and she was leaning on him for support. She would be wiping her eyes daintly with a handkerchief, while Xing Han's own eyes puffy and red. Sam's face was impassive, his posture stiff but if anyone knew him, they could tell how much he was affected.

Once the chief of police made his statement, Kay stepped forward and made a heartfelt plea to anyone to come forward. Her sad, angelic face on a girl that was trying to hard to be strong, tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

A reward was offered for any information, no matter how small.

Kyle was watching the news and he threw the remote control at the screen, smashing it. He kicked the chair he was on and went to the window, to look at the hotel on the opposite side - where the press statement was being made.

Not once did he spare a glance towards the man that was watching him from the desk.

Randall was equally silent, letting the young boy vent.

Of course, it would be painful to watch, but he wanted Kyle to watch.

To see the helplessness of the whole situation, and surrendering himself completely to him.

Though Kyle appeared to be looking out, in reality, he was thinking hard.

It had been only two days but it felt like a lifetime. During that entire time, Randall didn't touch him nor try to speak to him. He just observed. He waited.

Kyle admired Randall's persistence and patience. He was also familiar with this mindgame that Randall was playing. He wanted Kyle to see how his ties to this world were being cut, and burned, so that the only person that he could rely on, was him.

Kyle couldn't leave as the threat over his parents and the Elite Five families were still there.

At least he didn't have to wear the makeshift toga anymore.

Clothes had been delivered by Randall's henchmen, and they didn't stay. Kyle and Randall ate in the room, sometimes the hotel's food, sometimes delivered by food deliveries. Kyle would refuse to eat at the same table as Randall, choosing to just sit near the window.

It may be a childish move, but Kyle wasn't going to budge on this matter.

No one was guarding the door as Randall didn't see the need to.

After all, he had the best bargaining chip.

Although Kyle couldn't leave, he wasn't idle. He spent the time at night to get information out of Randall. Once he was asleep, Kyle would press his acupuncture points to ensure that he remained asleep.

However, he could still hypnotize Randall by having him open his eyes. Using hypnotic voice, he would be 'talking' to Randall's subconscious, who would be replying as if he was sleeptalking. Randall wouldn't remember a thing the next day.

This was the Kato Art.

At least, a part of it.

Kyle also used the day to fully recover and he was itching to just get to it. But he couldn't rush anything. Too many things were at stake.

Randall looked at Kyle's silhouette at the window, completely mesmerized by the vision that was in front of him.

With the golden glow of the sun hitting him, his perfectly flawless skin shone even more and his sharp jawline looked especially enticing in that light. He gulped as he saw the lovebites that he had given Kyle, peeking through the shirt and just underneath the collar.

Randall's eyes glazed over a bit as his mind replayed their intense lovemaking session a few days ago. He had been holding himself back but it was getting really, really hard - er, the holding back, that is although his pants were getting rather tight as well.

The sunlight also teased him to show him the outline of Kyle's muscular lean body underneath the shirt that he was wearing. Randall licked his lips, then bit his bottom lip, as he took in all that was in front of him with his eyes.

Unable to handle it anymore, Randall walked over to Kyle, hugging him from behind and placed his chin on his shoulder.

Kyle elbowed him but, as usual, Randall didn't care about the pain.

Instead, he hugged Kyle tighter, sniffing his neck. Kyle could even feel his d*ck right at his butt, its hard form dry grinding him. As he did so, the bulge got bigger and the breathing at his ear got heavier.

Randall had abstained for two days now and he was starting to get impatient.

Having such a delectable meal right in front of him and not being able to eat it was torture. Still, he held back despite the growing hard-on he was getting just from holding and smelling Kyle.

Kyle crossed his arms across his chest, not saying a word.

"We'll be going back home soon," Randall said breathlessly in Kyle's ear, kissing it, and running his tongue along its side, "Our room is finally ready and it just needs you to complete it."

Kyle jerked his head to the side, away from that tongue and with all his strength, he pushed Randall away. He glared at him, his hand on his chest, "Stay. Away. From. Me."

"You can be on top this time, Kyle," Randall said breathlessly, looking at Kyle in the eye as he started unbuckling his belt.

"Not interested," Kyle hissed, "You really think I"m in the mood for anything, considering what you're putting me through? My family through?!"

Randall unzipped his pants and he said, "Don't you want to make me suffer then? Do whatever you want to release that anger inside of you. Hit me, punch me, whatever. Rough me up while you ram your deliciousness in me."

Just as Kyle opened his mouth to respond, he heard that beautiful angelic voice in his mind.

[All's clear, brother]