Sayu

I awoke shivering in a small, dimly lit room. Where was I? The last thing I remembered was... him. A young blonde man, a few years older than me, with chiseled features and icy blue eyes. His most unique feature though, was the marred patch of skin on his face- a scar. I was curious as to where it came from. Anyway, it made him stand out in a crowd.

Everyone has heard of girls being kidnapped and never coming home. It happens everywhere, sadly. My dad worked on some of those cases before. Rarely were they ever found alive. I never thought I would become one of statistics.

The room I was in was made of simple gray concrete. A mattress in the corner had a spring sticking out of it on the edge, and the top, which might have been white years ago was now yellowed and covered in dust. When you kidnapped someone, they wasn't really much thought of their well being, I suppose.

It was probably an impossible situation to escape. Still, I attempted to find clues to where I was. I suppose he was here, wherever I was. If he took me here, he would be nearby, right? Or was there anyone? Was I the only one here? When he brought me, he could very well have left me alone. Alone, locked in a room in who knows where. I could be stuck in the middle of nowhere. With no way out. I could die right now and no one would ever find out. As the realization hit me, I began to scream.

It all came rushing back, my thoughts and memories flowing like rapids in a river. I do remember him taking me here. Just as I got home from school and entered the house, I saw a few intimidating looking men standing inside the living room. I started to ask why they were there, if they would like to speak to my father. I never considered the possibility... A moment later they grabbed me and exited through the back door of my house. I froze. No thoughts, no emotions, no speech. A black sports car in the back yard, ready to speed off into the driveway and up the road. Once they shoved me inside the car, I didn't know what to think. I suppose I didn't scream because I was just so shocked. I was inside a vehicle and we were speeding away from home. Was this really happening? Yet if it wasn't, why was I here, tied up and being taken away from my home? Every bump in the road jolted me, and I could only think of what would happen next. I heard a man's voice saying, "We got her," and a muffled reply I couldn't make out. Other voices joined into a conversation, but I didn't focus in to hear the words. I tuned everything out, tried to forget it all. In the back of the car, I curled up into a ball and covered my ears with my hands. Like a child trying to hide. It was all I could do to ignore it.

After that, I can't remember what happened. It's possible they drugged me. I could have been out for a few hours, or a few days. It seemed like months though. So much had changed. I wasn't my happy little self, living a normal life anymore. So the next thing I knew I was standing in a room with an attractive blonde haired man and a few of his not so attractive associates. "Did you have to tie her up like that? We don't have to hurt her. Oh, she's awake." Blondie seemed to be the leader.

I stayed silent and observed them. Eventually someone, I was too shaken to recall who, led me away to this room, where I was now trapped. After remembering all this, I stopped screaming and a single tear rolled down my face. I had never been more scared in my life. I would surely die.

Mello

As soon as I saw her, I grimaced at the condition she was in. What the hell had they done to her when they were transporting her here? The girl's hair was tangled, her mascara smeared under her eyes, and her skin was dusted with dirt. Also, they had tied her hands behind her back and stuffed a gag in her mouth.

"What did you do to her? God, you don't have to choke her." I yelled at the men who had brought her here.

Fear radiated from her eyes as I stepped toward her. I gingerly took the gag out of her mouth, and loosened the rope tying her wrists. The men standing before me looked shocked that I was doing such a thing. As long as she didn't escape, I didn't care what she did.

I could tell she tried to hide her emotions, but I was skilled at reading blank faces. The moment she glanced around to see where she was and had no idea, she was panicking inside. She looked at me and knew I was the boss around here. She also gave me the feeling that she was terrified of everyone here, except me. I guess that might be because I cared enough to do something nice for her. Which, in itself, was odd. This place didn't have a reputation for treating hostages very well.

Later, I asked, "Rod? Where did you put the girl?" 'The girl'. Leaving her nameless made less of a chance to create a relationship; relationships were never a good idea in these circumstances. Also, since the Kira case began, this was protocol for us. We never used real names unless absolutely necessary. Which meant never.

"Your room."

"What? Why?" I responded, shocked.

"Remember the last girl we held hostage?" I nodded, accepting his decision now as I remembered. "She didn't make it. I figured you should keep a watch on this one."

My room was empty. He must have been too stupid, or maybe too drunk, to put her in the right room. Was I the only one with any sense around here?

Hearing a bonechilling and very feminine screech in the diresction of the prisoners' rooms, I started toward the sound. As I kept walking, there was silence, except for the thud of my boots on the conrete floor.

Then I saw her. Sitting in the corner of a cot, staring with an expressionless face at the wall. For a second, she tore her gaze away to glance at me.

I unlocked the door consisting of metal bars and slid it wide open, to let her know she wasn't stuck in here forever. No response. "Sayu?" I said gently, "You can come with me."

She seemed hesitant, and I couldn't blame the girl. Probably scared of what I would do if she didn't obey me, I thought. Surprsingly, she stood up and followed me to another branch of the underground hideout.

My room wasn't the fanciest, but it had to be the nicest part of the facility. Hey, I was the boss here. Plush brown carpet covered the floor. The color scheme included chocolate brown, teal, and pure white. A king size bed was placed aganst the north wall. A cozy leather sofa was convenient for lounging. There was even a spacious bathroom connected to the room. Yeah, my room is pretty nice.

I plopped down on the bed, exhausted. My job never seemed to involve time for sleep. Sayu stood awkwardly in the middle of my room, not quite sure as to what she was supposed to do.

"You're probably tired too." I stated, and she nodded, making eye contact with me. "I'm going to take a nap. You can sleep on the couch, if you want." She accepted my offer by closing the door and laying down on the leather couch.

I knew it was probably a good idea to monitor her, but I was so tired... sleep won out, and my eyes shut within a few moments. She would be fine.