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Ok. So this little blond brat was going to make her work for her pay.
Ryuukaze had told her to be gentle with this man, and had specifically stated that he was not to be harmed.
Not as much fun, but she'd do what she had to do, as she always did.
"Please don't be upset, sir." she used a soothing, songlike voice now, stepping back into the room, pulling the door closed and locking it behind her with her thumb.
"Please, just calm down and relax." She took a step toward Naoko, pulling a chloroform soaked handkerchief out of the back of her pants. With a step so quick it couldn't be countered, she swept Naoko's legs out from beneath him, catching him before he could fall and covering his face with the cloth until he stopped moving.
Of course, Hayato was watching. Even so, he couldn't speak, despite the fact that his eyes were screaming in rage at her.
Working as quickly as she could, she bound Naoko's hands with the ropes she had on her and covered his face with a breathable black cloth bag. Pushing the window open, she hooked a repeller line to her beltloop, hoisting Naoko over her shoulder and stepping up into the windowsill.
Just before she slid out the window, her quarry in hand, she winked her eye at Hayato before sticking her tongue out at him.

Softly, her heels clicked on the pavement. It hadn't gone as planned, for plan A, but plan B had gone off without a hitch. Settling Naoko into the backseat beside Ryuukaze, Tsubaki hopped into the car, telling the driver in an urgent voice, "Drive!"
The driver hit a button and the license plate in back flipped itself over.
Turning in her seat, she winked at the violinist.
"Record time, ne, Minamoto? He won't be out for long at all, though."
Ryu looked out the window, nodding.
"Arigato." he said simply. He hadn't really wanted to do this. Perhaps this did make him crazy. But...he would do anything for Naoko. Even if Naoko didn't like it.

He had known it would be this way. He had steeled himself against it. He was prepared for this, but seeing Naoko this way still destroyed him inside, especially knowing that he had done this to the one he loved, and willingly at that.
He kept telling himself it was all for the best, which, in his mind, it was. Right and wrong were still doing a dance with him in his mind, though, and perhaps his decision had been influenced a bit by all the liquid courage he had taken in not that much earlier, but things had worked, so far.
Sai was gonna kill him....

Silently, Ryu wrapped his arms around Naoko, pulling his struggling form close, caressing him the best he could with one hand as the pianist kicked and tossed himself about.
Even though Naoko was in such a terrible position, Ryu did everything he could to let Naoko know with his touch that no harm was going to be inflicted, and that he would be ok.

He was meant to stick with the plan, take Tsubaki's advice and not allow Naoko to know it was him who was doing this.
But...Naoko was so afraid.
It hurt.
He didn't want to do this. Not like this.
Looking at Tsubaki, his eyes were pleading, full of sadness. She understood that he wanted to do something, but opened her eyes wider mouthing, "No." and shaking her head at him, advising him not to speak.
He bit his lip, nuzzling his head into Naoko's chest, sobbing softly.
Tsubaki rolled her eyes and sighed. Of course, Ryu was bound and determined to go to prison. Kid never could take direction.

Ryu had to say something. He couldn't just keep quiet while his tenshi suffered.
Disguising his voice in a mimic of a character he had once voiced for a TV Tokyo anime, he whispered, "Iie. You cannot go. But nobody is going to hurt you."

Oh gods....enough was enough.
To hell with what Tsubaki said. Even if she were the best yakuza hitgirl that money could buy. Right now, she was under his contract. Ryu didn't like working with people like that, but, on occasion, things simply had to be dealt with.

Nervously, Ryu squeezed Naoko a bit tighter, his breath quickening just a bit. The adrenaline racing through him making everything seem somewhat out of focus, a feeling he hated, but felt all too often.
"Because I love you." he answered Naoko's question in his own voice. "I'll never let you go."

Tsubaki huffed and rolled her eyes again, mumbling to herself, "Baka..."

"Please, please understand, Naoko. I'm not mad. I'm not mad at you. I'm so sorry, beautiful. Kami-sama, you have no idea. I just don't know any other way. You don't understand. I would gladly die to be with you. Let him come for me. Let him do his worst. Let hell shower down on my head for this, but I'm not going to back down. Maybe I've gone mad. I don't even know anymore...all I know is that I love you, he will harm you, and...maybe this will hurt you too...but not like he would. It's the only way I can protect you, Na-kun. And I swear I will protect you, however I must...even if...even if you hate me for it." Ryu spoke as he loosened the bottom of the bag around Naoko's head, just enough to allow him more air.
"Just...calm yourself. You aren't going anywhere. Deep breaths, love. Deep breaths." he tried to persuade the blond. The violinist wanted so badly to remove the mask and the bindings, but he couldn't have Naoko lashing out any further, nor seeing where they were going.
Soon, they would be far outside the city, where nobody would find them.

"I can't...I can't let you go, Naoko. I can't. I can't." he repeated over and over, almost as if he were trying to convince himself.
"Please please please calm down. It won't be for much longer, not like this." he tried to reassure the pianist. It was then that Naoko lashed out in a violent fit, screaming things out that tore the violinist's heart asunder.
"No...no, my angel, my one and only, no, never a thing, never a toy, never an animal. Please trust me!"
He didn't realize that his words weren't really registering until Naoko spoke that name that made Ryu sick with anger, absolute malice toward the man that had done this to Naoko boiling up inside him.
"That b*****d!" Ryu yelled, punching the window with the side of his hand, wincing as the pain ripped through the nerves up and down his hand and arm.
Naoko fell against him, spent from his struggle. He was so afraid, and Ryu hated that, hated that he was the cause of that, both directly and indirectly. Still, this, all of this, was Hayato's fault.
Ryu couldn't take it, still. Breaking another of Tsubaki's rules, he removed the blinder from Naoko's head, lifting his chin, coaxing him to make eye contact.
"Naoko....Hayato is not here. He will not find you. It's just you and me, and I'm going to take such good care of you, Naoko. I love you. Me, Ryu. I love you. Not Hayato. Me. You'll never be a dog, toy, or slave to anyone as long as I live." he soothed.

Ryu was so glad to see his angel's eyes. Eyes like honey, hair like spun gold.
It took him slightly by surprise however when Naoko leaned forward and vomited all over the floor of the sedan, getting a bit on his shoes and pants leg. It was no matter to him, this outfit was already going to be trashed once he got fresh clothing. He was more worried about Naoko's wellbeing.
"It's ok, it's ok. Don't you worry. Nothing that won't wash." he assured.
"I didn't let you see me because...I was told it was against everybody's best interests." he glanced at Tsubaki who sat in the front seat, arms crossed.
"But...you know me...I can never just leave things alone, and I can never just watch you suffer like that. It...it kills me, even now, to do these things against your will. This is the only way I could think of, please understand. Please...forgive me." he kissed the top of Naoko's head several times over.
"But..please, let me handle this, beautiful. You've suffered enough. I'll bear the burden for you. I'll keep him away from you. I'll be by your side at all times if need be. I'll pay for bodyguards, I'll do anything. You won't disappear. I'll see to that. If you think he's the one who won't ever stop...then you have no idea what I am capable of. I'll never stop, ever, when it comes to protecting you, to loving you. But first, you need to heal. Darling, we both do. Just trust me. Please trust me. I'm not going to let you go anywhere until you realize that you aren't a toy, and you don't have to be a victim. You're so, so much more than that, so much more than Hayato could ever imagine, or ever be, or ever, ever deserve to have." he lifted Naoko's face once more, wiping his mouth tenderly with the back of his hand, and then kissing him gently.
This man was his heart and soul. This broken pianist who sat, bound and trembling, beside him. Of course he would protect him. Without him, Ryu would cease to exist as himself.
Once you find your soul mate, you can never be without them. To lose that person is to lose your soul.
That is what his Mother had once said when he was very young.
His mother was right...Ryu could feel it in the core of his very being, every time he looked at Naoko. Save the pianist, save himself.