insultea[...He kind of hates everything right now.
When he'd gotten up that morning and started to walk off to work, he hadn't expected this to happen.
This being, of course, something that could only be described as a kidnapping. He'd been walking in broad daylight (broad daylight! He'd figured that was safe enough!) when a swift punch to the face had knocking him clear off of his feet and out of his senses for a few moments--which were more than enough for him to be dragged off elsewhere.
Apparently, it had been early enough in the morning that nobody else had noticed immediately.
When he regained his ability to see without the world spinning, he found himself in some sort of building, hands tied roughly behind his back (hadn't he said he had never wanted to feel this bound feeling again after the fiasco with the handcuffs?) and a bruise across his cheek.
...Yeah, he's pretty pissed off.
Unfortunately, a furious Mitsunari has a sharp tongue, and Yakuza kidnappers with a political agenda don't really feel the need to humor their captives. Another smack leaves his ears ringing and his vision darkening for a moment, which is long enough for the kidnappers to gag him without having to worry about losing any fingers.
Mitsunari blinks the blackness out of his vision and scowls.
Yep. He definitely hates everything.
And he's too furious to acknowledge that beneath it all, it's a little terrifying to be stuck here like this...especially because he has no idea what's going to happen now.]