I tried to stay true to their personality, Tell me if it works or not.

(This has a serious theme, and all the statistics and information stated in future chapters is based on true findings, so i warn you now that this may shake you a bit--also it explains the high rating.)

I Don't Own anything

売買: People

8:16 a.m.

A blonde girl of about fifteen could be seen running a marathon across the streets of Tokyo to reach her school on time. Her hair was done up in two 'ballet' buns with bits of hair loose around her neck that hung well past her waist, it flew behind her at her speed. She had a pretty face, what you would describe as 'healthy, young, and lively.' People passing by seemed unfazed at her display of tardiness after seeing it on a weekday basis, they'd be more concerned if she wasn't there to bump into them.

She stopped to pause for a breath, standing just right in front of a darkened alleyway. Her skirt in a slight disarray and sweat forming at her brow.

"Hey, can you help me? I can't move." A voice called from inside the alleyway. The girl looked up and turned toward the noise.

"Umm?" She couldn't see anyone. "Hello?"

"Yes you, come over here and help me." It was a boy's voice. A voice that sounded very much younger then her own. "I slipped and fell into this pit of some kind, I think it's for trash." The boy called again. The girl stepped further into the alley, searching for the source of the voice.

"I can't find you." She called out to him.

"I'm over by the fence, further in." the boy called. "I was on my way to school, and I thought I could take a shortcut."

She went further and further, towards the fence that separated the back lots. She could make out a square hole just steps away. When she peered in she could see a boy of about ten, holding his ankle in slight pain.

"Oh! Hold on I'll get you." She put down her case with her schoolbooks, and leaned over the square hole to reach her hand out. The hole itself wasn't deep, but it seemed the boy had wounded his ankle bad enough to where he couldn't move. But as she reached her hand out, the boy wouldn't take it.

"Go on, take my hand." She encouraged, slightly puzzled. "I won't hurt you." But the boy was looking at something behind her, and this didn't catch her eye until the boy smiled somewhat sinisterly.

She was grabbed violently from behind, her mouth covered by a large hand. She struggled to free herself with much fervor, even going as far as biting her captor's hand.

"Ow! You little bitch!" it was a deep voice, and older man. But she couldn't make out anything when she was yanked inside one of the nearby buildings. Her captor held his hands over her eyes and mouth and her legs were snatched and held together by a second figure. They held her up and carried her like a piece of furniture down a flight of stairs, anything that happened afterward was lost on her as she slipped out of consciousness.

3:45 p.m

"I wonder where Serena is." The nasal voice of s short-russet haired girl asked. She and a boy with very large glasses were walking home after school had let out.

"It is strange, normally she's just late not absent all together." The equally nasally boy replied.

"Melvin, you don't think she skipped do you?" Her head was tilted up at the sky, debating where her best friend could have been today.

"Serena would never do that, maybe she's sick." The boy named Melvin said as he looked through his daily planner at his homework assignments. "Besides, it's nice when it's just me and you, Molly." he replied sheepishly and with a false confidence.

"Oh, get over yourself Melvin." Molly said as she turned onto a different route, leaving Melvin without his knowledge--so he continued to chat to an imaginary Molly as he walked away.

Molly had never seen Serena take a sick day, sure the klutz had always been late every day for the last three years of school. But never once had she missed a day without first calling her, telling her that she was ill or a funeral was taking place. Molly knew she had no reason to be worried, but she figured she would stop by her best friend's house none the less. She crossed the midpoint of her travel to Serena's house, the Crown Arcade. Of course she couldn't help but stop in and ask Andrew, the store keeper, if Serena may have came by.

The automatic doors slid open and closed with a "zz". Molly spotted Andrew talking to a girl named Lita, one of Serena's other friends, maybe one of them would know.

"Of course, I'll give you cooking lessons anytime you want." Lita said as they held their conversation.

"Thanks, Rita will be amazed at how good I've gotten." Andrew then turned towards Molly. "Oh Hey Molly, where's your shadow?"

"Serena wasn't at school today." Molly sighed. "I know I shouldn't be worried, I mean it isn't such a big deal but Serena always calls me in the morning when she's sick or something."

"Yea, she wasn't in school today," Lita remembered. "but sickness or not, Serena wouldn't miss a day at the arcade for anything."

"Well, I'm sure she is at home now, resting." Andrew reassured them, leaning on his broom for support. He had his own way of making everyone feel better about anything so Molly thought no more of it.

"I was just on my way to go visit her house now." Molly said, "Did you want to come Lita?"

"Uhh, I guess, I never do homework anyway."

Andrew waved to the girls as they left, and turned his head as another regular customer came through the automatic doors.

"Darien, off of work early?" Andrew asked his best friend as he walked back up to the front counter.

"I went in early." he sounded exhausted and one could hear his bones nearly crack when he sat down in his usual spot at the front counter. "I'm beat, I'm too exhausted to even make the trip back to my apartment." He laid his head down on the counter in defeat. Andrew looked at his friend with smiling sympathy, but not too much because he-himself was still on the clock.

"Well, seems everyone is down and about." Andrew said as he began cleaning the glasses.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Darien barely lifted his head for an answer.

"Molly said Serena didn't show up for school because she is most likely sick." Andrew answered.

"At least she got to stay home." Darien sighed again, sleep was overtaking him. Andrew put down the glass and put both of his hands on the counter, "how about I make you some coffee?"

"I suppose, I have a night class tonight so I'm gonna need it."

Andrew left to go fix the coffee but first turned on the television that hung overhead. Darien barely acknowledged the news anchorman's talking until he said: "missing girls." This popped Darien out of his weariness and caught his full attention as he took the remote and turned the volume up.

"Four girls are missing, each in separate prefectures. All ranging between the ages of 12 to 21, a mother of one of the missing girls had called in earlier yesterday morning--saying that she had heard of an underground business that may be responsible for these kidnappings. Police are not releasing what kind of business that this pertains to, but are saying that should the lady be correct in her assumption, we will be looking at a….."

The television was immediately cut off, Darien looked around and seen that Andrew was holding the remote. "I was watching that."

"You need to keep it easy, listening to crime reports won't help."

4:26 p.m.

Lita and Molly went arrived at the front door of the Tsukino residence. It was a modest two story house, with a balcony at the top. Molly knocked on the front door, expecting a sick and melodramatic Serena to answer the door. But when the door opened it only revealed the face of her mother, Mrs. Tsukino.

"Hi, girls. What can I do for you?" She asked with her never-ending cheer.

"We were here to visit Serena, m'am." Lita answered, her hands folded in front of her in respect.

"Well, it seems she hasn't come back from school yet." Mrs. Tsukino said with a laugh, "I figured her afternoon detention ran a little late." This news yanked the two girls into very serious concern. They looked at each other in puzzlement and Molly spoke to the older woman in a tone of worry.

"But, Mrs. Tsukino, Serena never came to school." The mother of two looked at the girls with a frozen look of cheer, as if she had forgotten why she was smiling.

"What do you mean? Serena ran out the door at 8:00 like she does every morning." Ikuko Tsukino said in rising concern.

"She wasn't in any of her classes." Lita responded, the situation wasn't looking good.

"I don't think she would have skipped," Molly said, "She may be lazy but she isn't a delinquent."

Ikuko Tsukino began wringing her hands together, of course she knew Serena would never skip school. And her and her husband had both seen Serena dash out the door this morning, but then apparently she disappeared.

"Should we try Rei's?" Molly asked both of them. "Maybe Serena stopped by there."

"It's worth a try." Lita answered. Both turned around to leave but were stopped by Serena's mother.

" I'm coming with you, I mean I really am worried. And if she is alright I want to wring her neck for skipping school and scaring me to death." She wrung her apron in frustration. "Let me tell my husband all this first."

5:13 p.m.

Rei had been doing her daily chores when the three guests arrived. It caught her by surprise that Mrs. Tsukino would be with the other two, but her questions would be answered very quickly. She walked down the steps to meet them.

"What seems to be the problem?" Rei asked the three before her. They had a worried look in their eyes that didn't feel right to her.

"Have you seen Serena any time today?" Mrs. Tsukino asked the priestess. Rei had thought It rather quiet today, and now she realized why. The worried looks on their faces seemed to get worse when she shook her head.

"Serena left for school this morning, but Molly and Lita said she never made it." Ikuko Tsukino was trying so hard to not let her voice crack. If none of her friends had seen her, this was a bad omen and it was only getting worse.

"Maybe Ami or Mina saw her?" Lita tried to optimize their faces, but it was immediately gone when Rei responded, "They are up in my house studying, they've been here since school let out."

Seeing the negative effect of this sentence, Rei tried to fix it, "But they could have spotted her on the way over, we'll go and ask."

Rei slid the door open and invited the three women inside. True to her words, Ami and Mina were on the floor in the living room studying. The two girls looked up at the new arrivals and caught their aura of concern as soon as they came in.

"You three look like your puppy just died." Mina said as she sat up to acknowledge them. Ami too, set down the large textbook and gave the women her full attention. They caught on easily that something wasn't right.

"They are looking for Meatball head, she apparently left for school but never showed." Rei explained.

"I haven't seen her, I didn't even notice she wasn't there, but it was quieter then normal." Ami claimed.

"Me neither." Mina also answered, again these were not the replies Ikuko Tsukino wanted. The girls looked at each other in anticipation, wondering what they were to do now.

"We should go out and search for her, talk to people around the arcade and such, someone is bound to have seen her." Ami suggested rationally, the other four nodded in agreement.

6:30 p.m --Somewhere near Tokyo's harbor

She began to regain consciousness, her senses kicking back on. It was hot and humid, she could feel the sweat on her face. She felt movement around her, hushed tones and tentative breathing. When she opened her eyes they were met with pitch darkness that took a minute for her to adjust. The smell then hit her full force, urine and feces fumed into her nostrils and nearly made her vomit.

"What happened?" she asked herself. "Where am I?"

Something moved toward her and on instinct she scooted away in fear. Her heartbeat echoing loudly in her chest as a she felt a hand reach out and grab her arm. The hand was sweaty but small, like her own, and didn't have a tight hold. Then she heard their voice reply to her earlier inquires.

"You need to be quiet, we can't make much noise or we will all be punished." It was a girl's voice, slightly older. "You are in a freight container at the harbor, there are fourteen of us in here." the girl whispered. She could feel the girl try to help her up, but as soon as she got on her feet --her legs gave out again.

"Easy, it's just the drug they gave you when they caught you."

"What drug? Caught me? I don't understand…." she was feeling faint, slightly hysteric. She could her other feminine voices but in a different languages.

"You are being trafficked." This time it came from another girl, further away.

A/N: about the school skipping part, I have no right for judgment on the issue. (Considering one year in high school was known as "truancy year" for me and yes I got sent to court so STAY IN SCHOOL.)