A/N: This is the first re-written chapter for 'Forbidden Love'! Please R&R to tell me how you like it so far ^^; My writing style has changed so much, and I want to know what I can do to improve my works! The translation of the letter and the bolded words are located at the end of the chapter~ Enjoy!

A sigh escaped past pouting lips as a young boy walked slowly down an empty hallway. His long red hair flared out behind him like a sheet of crimson silk. He ran a pale hand through his bangs, a forlorn expression placed upon his face. His emerald eyes welled with unshed tears, his lip unconsciously tucking itself in between his teeth. He let out another sigh while coming to a stop at the only seemingly guarded room on this floor.

He raised a hand towards a high-tec box of technology. His fingertips pressed down on an open panel, which turned out to be a fingerprint scanner. The screen turned from blue to green, allowing him access to this part of the house. But before he could push the button for the door to open, he had to type in countless numbers of codes, all over seven digits long. After finally finishing punching in numbers and letters, he opened the door, walking swiftly inside.

He watched as the electronic door slide closed behind him, turning to lock it with yet another set of complex codes. As he turned back around, he noticed that someone else was inside the room with him. A thought struck his mind and he eagerly walked from the room he had been in to his bedroom. His expectant face fell to one of confusion. It was not the person he had thought would be there. Instead, there was a boy his age who appeared to be sleeping on his bed.

The look of confusion quickly turned to irritation. Who was this boy and why was he sleeping on his bed? 'Well, he's not sleeping anymore,'the red head thought, noticing at how the other's breathing was not the smooth rate of a person asleep. The blond's side was heaving up and down, signalling his distressed state. His back was to the surprised red haired boy, and he could see that the capturee was tied both at hands and feet.

"Uh..." the red head muttered, blinking his eyes quickly as he tried to figure out why exactly this person was tied up on his bed. At the sound of another person in the room, the blond flipped himself over with great dexterity and glared his deep brown eyes at the first boy.

With this movement, the red head could see fully the features of the one bound. His face was slender, and very attractive one might add. His hair was a fair colour, setting off nicely with his tannish skin. His eyes were like two pools of melted chocolate, with great mystery swimming in their depths. His mouth was covered with a gag that tied around his head, restricting the boy's voice.

Before speaking to the blond, the paler of the two noticed that there was a note propped upon his bedside table. Quickly striding over to read the paper, he openly gaped at what was there. The letter read:

"Muy haroshinke unook,

Kak tey ooznala, yia debya dala whatetit zwere shto tey hadela dolga. Yia dooma yoo eta debe ochin panra vista. Eezvanee yia nemagla tam beet na twoy denrash denya."

Nyrant, the red head who had just read the note, stole a glance at the boy on the bed. He had to admit, the boy was cute. But that gave his father no right to kidnap him! 'Why must father always do these things to me? Couldn't he just BE here, instead of giving me something that is... more than a little extreme.'

"Kagda yia sprasyla moy atets shol na oolitsoo ee ookrast mne odee!"Nyrant muttered, a hand coming up to shield his eyes from the suddenly glaringly bright room. He shook his head, his crimson hair shimmering like light reflecting from drops of blood. He sighed, his eyebrows creasing in obvious irritation. 'Who exactly is this 'pet' my father has 'bought' for me? He doesn't look Russian... He looks almost American, but are Americans normally that built?' he wondered, images of his father's business acquaintances coming to mind. Old, slightly obese men with suits that couldn't fit their roubus bodies.

With these thoughts wandering around in his head, he turned to the glaring blond and asked, "Kak twoyo emya malchik?" His voice seemed to purr with the words, his natural charm coming out in the most awkward of times. His tongue rolled the Russian off with the greatest of ease, his eyes doing a once-over of the other.

The blond's forehead crinkled, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he tried to decipher what was just asked of him. Nyrant, upon realising that the one tied up might not understand Russian, asked in fluent english, "Who are you?"

This could clearly be understood by the blond, whose face relaxed as he mumbled something unintelegible in an answer. The gag that was in his mouth and around his head made his mouth dry, and was very uncomfortable to wear. The red head walked over to the other, his hands slowly reaching out to him. "Don't worry, I'm just going to take this off..." he quickly explained, not wanting to frighten the blond.

After gently untying the gag and removing it from the other's face, Nyrant retreated to a safe distance from the blond in case he was a biter. "My name..." the blond began, his voice hoarse from his mouth having been forcibly open for such a long time, "..is Alex."

[[English translation for the note: My dearest son,

As you have noticed, I have gotten you the pet you have been asking for. I hope this will satisfy you in the absence of me on your birthday.

Translation for what he says after the note: When I asked for a pet, I didn't mean for my father to go out and kidnap one for me!]]