Allen Walker woke up startled. Many, many things did not seem right at the moment.

First of all, the last place he remembers being at was Jerry's Bistro, and then leaving to walk home. Secondly, even if he did manage to walk home, he seriously doubted that he would have slept upright. And even if by some crazy chance did manage to sleep upright, he's pretty sure that his hands wouldn't be hanging limply on either side of him.

Blinking to adjust his eyesight to the darkness, he quickly scanned the room, but found only one bulky bolted door. The sixteen-year-old tried to remain calm, since this very well might have been just a ..a dream! Of course. This was all just a bad dream that he might wake up from soon.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. Waiting for what he thought might have been two or three minutes, gray eyes disappointedly met with the same sight dark sight. Certainly not his bedroom.

He jerked forward, but metallic restraints pulled him back to the brick wall. 'No! This.. this has to be a dream!'

Allen struggled to get free from the shackles but every time he thrashed or pulled on the chains, the cold steel of the hand cuffs dug into his skin, causing him to cry out in pain. Silent tears soon blinded his vision as he violently continued to struggle against the bindings. All efforts proved to be fruitless.

He eventually let out a shaky breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and slunk against the wall, partly in pain, and partly in exhaustion. The cuffs had chafed his wrists, and drawn blood. The smell of his own blood was enough to make him feel overly nauseous, but the damp, rotting smell only made him feel even more nauseated.

Choking back more tears, Allen lifted his head to get a better look at the room he was in. But after noticing roots dangling from the ceiling, and breathing in the cold, damp air, realization began to sink in. He wasn't in a room—he was in a cellar, underground.

Breathing became difficult at the thought of being stuck in a cellar for the rest of his life.

Panic set in once again and his struggles to break free became even more desperate and violent than before. But it all ended the same way. With pain and exhaustion. Except this time he was in more pain and his asthma had started acting up, cutting his breaths short.

He slid down the brick wall painfully, his hands hanging high above his head, trapped in the cuffs. Allen was too afraid to look up at his sleeves, in fear of seeing them stained red with his blood.

Allen continued to wheeze agonizingly, momentarily forgetting how to breathe.

Then he heard it. The sound of the door being unbolted. Gray eyes widened in not only shock, but also in fear.

He had completely forgotten about one thing. If he was down here.. and he didn't remember how he exactly got.. here, then it could have only meant one thing.

Someone had brought him down here.

And that said someone, was returning now.

Kanda Yuu was fucking pissed. Of all the things that could possibly happen, why did he have to look after the stupid kid that they were hired to kidnap? The last time he checked, he was sure that that wasn't part of the job description.

He barely did anything except maybe drug the kid, so why did he have to babysit the brat? It's not like that damned Bean Sprout was going to go anywhere either way. They were underground for fuck's sake!

He scoffed at the thought. Even if by some miracle the little brat did manage to break free from the chains—which he really doubted he could, since yours truly was the one to cuff the brat—how would he escape? Especially past all the big ape's waiting for the chance to knock the shit out of the kid if he even tried such a thing. Besides, the kid seemed ..dainty, for a lack of a better word. He looked like he was easy to snap in half, almost like a twig.

The kid was just a stupid Bean Sprout, after all.

"Tch. Fucking higher ups better be damn hopeful that I don't fucking kill the kid myself." Kanda seethed.

With his head held high and katana in hand, he took the stairs that lead to an empty hallway, with three doors present. He stopped short at the large, bolted door and began to unlock it. Mumbling under his breath and cursing at whoever made the door so difficult to unlock, the lean Japanese man finally managed to unbolt the door.

But, stayed rooted to the spot when he heard loud wheezing.

'The pay so better be fucking worth it. Or so help me, I'll fucking slaughter everyone in this house.'

He took one step forward and pulled the door open.

'Starting with the stupid Bean Sprout.'

AHAHAHAHAH. Yeah, uh. Hi there. The first thing I'm really kind of posting up here so.. WHYHALLOTHAR. (Insert heart here)

Right. Feel free to review, flame, whatever. At this point, I don't really know what to expect. :D

Now, as Ricky would say, "You got sum 'splainin to do!"

At first, when I started writing this, I thought about starting it off where Allen left the restuarant and got kidnapped, but I quite like it like this. Funner for me, probably, maybe, more confusing for you. 8D

..I like angst-y stories. What else is there to explain? XD Sorry if Allen's a bit OOC. You'd be scared shitless too to find out you were kidnapped. D:

Also, the rating will most definitely go up if I decide to deflower Allen. And there's definitely going to be more angst. And Yullen. And maybe Lucky if I'm feeling up for it. Expect dark themes. But also a few funny bits in between. And stuff.

And as a disclaimer, no I don't own -Man, Katsura Hoshino does. If I did, Allen would be constantly tortured and Kanda would show up and be his.. um, knight with a shining katana? Or something like that. Just know that it would be twisted.

Until next time~