Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ A New Family ❯ The Rescue ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3- The Rescue

 

Yawning hugely, Laramie stumbled out of bed, almost tripping himself. He had searched for hours last night all around the house and all of the places Logan liked to hang out. Nothing. On his way to the kitchen, he glanced into their rooms to make sure they hadn't come back after he went to sleep. Again, nothing. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen, immediately spotting the square of paper lying just inside the door. Picking it up, he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and sat at the table, first opening the soda then the note. There, written on the paper in a bold, confident, and familiar script was the one thing he never wanted to see. “We have your kids,” it read. “Meet me at the hideout if you want to see them again.” It was signed simply, “Carver.” Laramie's hand curled into an angry fist, crumpling the paper. He slammed the soda down, the liquid coughing out the top of the can. Grabbing his sword, Laramie raced out the door, leaving the crumpled paper lying on the tile floor.

 

“It'll be better if you don't try and get away, little girl,” Natsuke whispered, his breath brushing Kina ear, making her shiver. Whipping her head back, Kina slammed it into Natsuke's face. “You're going to regret that!” Natsuke snarled, dumping Kina on the ground and driving his boot into her stomach. She whimpered and curled up into a ball. Bringing his boot back once more, Natsuke kicked her again, hard and in the back; making her let out an involuntary cry of pain.

 

Laramie's hand closed on the doorknob just in time to hear a pained cry. Throwing open the door, he let in crash into the wall, attracting everyone's attention. Immediately visible was Kina, curled in a ball at Natsuke's feet with Carver standing nearby and a man Laramie had never seen before leaning against the far wall. “Carver,” he bit out, eyes flashing dangerously. “There was no need to bring children into this!”

“Yes, there was a need. It was the only way to get you to show that cowardly hide of yours!” Carver said.

“Let the kids go,” Laramie said warningly, bringing his hand up to his sword hilt.

“Oh I'm shaking in my boots!” Carver said sarcastically.

“This is you're last chance Carver,” Laramie warned.

“I'm terrified,” Carver said with a roll of his eyes. “Ian, get him.” The said man suddenly stood fully upright, his eyes widening.

“What?!” Ian exclaimed. “No way!” Laramie looked over at Ian as he spoke and studied him.

“Ian,” Carver said angrily.

“So the little boy still can't stand his orders being ignored,” Laramie taunted. “If he doesn't want to fight, he doesn't have to.”

Carver growled and drew his sword. “Must I do everything myself?” he muttered before running at Laramie. His sword flashed out and met Carver's in a clash of steel on steel.

 

Wincing, Kina slowly crept away from the combatants, hoping that Natsuke wouldn't notice her. Making it to the steps, she darted up the stairs. Unlocking the door, she went inside, closing it behind her. Instantly, Logan was over next to her. “Who came in? What's going on? Are you okay?” he asked in one breath.

“Your dad came in, he's fighting with Carver, and I'll be fine,” she said, still keeping one arm wrapped protectively around her middle. “And who was that?” she wondered as a girly scream pushed its way through the sounds of fighting. Soon, footsteps pounded up the stairs and the door was flung open. Natsuke stood in the doorway, his sword drawn and his eyes wild. He gasped in surprise, the wild look fading to be replaced with a confused and pained look. His sword clattered to the ground as his fingers lightly touched the blade of the sword, now protruding from his chest. Wordlessly, he fell to his knees then collapsed on the ground. Leaping over him, Laramie crouched on the ground and hugged both of us.

“Thank God! Are you two okay?” he asked, studying us. Logan didn't answer but threw his arms around Laramie's neck, burying his face into his shirt with Kina following his example. Wrapping his arms around both of them, he breathed a sigh of relief. Standing up he walked out of the door still holding Kina and Logan, avoiding the bodies of Natsuke and Carver as he left the house.

Laramie's house soon became visible and he walked up to it. He reached out with his left hand, leaving Logan dangling from his neck. Opening the door, he froze in surprise.

 

Laramie stood in the doorway still in his hand even thought he had opened in quite a few seconds ago. “Abby?” he managed to stutter out, staring at the familiar chestnut curls, hazel eyes, and perfect figure that always managed to get his wife in trouble. Now they swept towards him, a small child in her arms.

“Oh Lar, I'm so glad you still live here; I was so worried that I would have to find someplace else for me and Samuel.” Laramie stared at the child, who was probably about a year old, which meant he couldn't be his son.

“Where did he come from Abigail?!” his wife bristled and glared at him.

“Where does any child come from, Laramie?” she quipped. “I could ask you the same question.” Kina clung tighter to Laramie, having had enough stress for one day. Her nerves were raw and emotions volatile. Being singled out in such a fashion did nothing to ease her suffering.

“She's not mine, though she has been staying with us. However I have a feeling you can't say the same thing for the one in your arms.” Abigail hugged her astonishingly still asleep child and hung her head.

“It's not important right now,” she defended, raising her eyes to meet his. “I need your help Lar.” Laramie snorted, how dare she still use that pet name! He adjusted his grip as not to drop Kina and Logan.

“You need more help then I can offer you, or will offer you.” Abigail eyes added desperation to the other emotions they contained.

“Please don't make me go! Take me back, I need you!” she pled, now stepping closer to him. Laramie retreated the same amount of steps.

“Why should I Abigail? Your boyfriend dump you?” Laramie sighed, and grabbing the reigns of his rampant emotions apologized. “Sorry Abby, that was uncalled for.”

“It may have been uncalled for, but it's true,” she admitted, sinking into the couch with a sob. “I thought having someone who would drift would be better…” she paused to gain a more steady voice but failed. “I was wrong; Christian drifted out of my life, leaving me with Samuel and not a penny to my name.” Abigail's voice failed her momentarily, so she wiped her tears from her hazel eyes and looked up into his hardened orbs; he wasn't moved by her sobbing explanation. “I realized that I'd be better off with you, and I'm…I'm sorry.”

“Hmm, no where have I heard a story like that before. Oh yeah, it's mine. So what goes around comes around, hey Abigail?” he asked slyly.

“Laramie, you're horrible!”

“Horrible, but not heartless. You may sleep on the couch. I think there's a blanket around here somewhere.” He shrugged. “Now, if you excuse me, these two have to go to bed. Being kidnapped and rescued takes a lot out of you.”

“What?! Laramie wait!” she begged.

“Goodnight Abigail,” he called calmly as he headed back to the bedrooms. He laid Kinas' almost sleeping form onto the bed then put Logan on his bed, leaving only after talking to Logan for a while.

Kina's bed jounced and she was nearly knocked completely onto the floor as someone jumped energetically on the bed. “Logan!” she complained, rolling over and burying her head under her pillow.

“Get up! Get up!” he said, pulling the pillow off the bed then poking her in the sides. She flipped over and glared at him before jumping forwards at him. Caught in an instinctive reaction, he jerked backwards, falling off the bed. Scrambling to his feet, he darted out of the room with Kina in close pursuit.