MIKOTO SUOH lay on his back in a cell at the Blue's high-security dungeon. He was under investigation for being connected to gang violence against a group of strains – one of whom was also arrested and sitting in a cell only meters away. He lay for about an hour, during that time three other strains were arrested. The cot Mikoto was laying on was thin, and he could feel the copper springs against his back. Mikoto stared, unworried, sort of absentmindedly, and waiting to drift to sleep.

Suddenly a leg swung through the ceiling as if a person were coming through the concrete. In fact, someone was. It was a girl dressed in high waisted gym shorts and a white t-shirt was lowering herself into the cell. He heard muffled voices from within the wall, and then the girl dropped right onto Mikoto's chest. The girl gave a small shriek and threw herself onto the floor, looking up at him, horrified, through tousled blonde hair. She scrambled to her feet and tried to flip her hair out of her face.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She bowed each time she said it. Then she turned her face back up, "Asahi! Asahi! This isn't her cell pull me back up!"

Silence.

Mikoto looked at the petite teenager in front of him. She had long, wavy blonde hair that was in a half-up messy bun. She had overgrown side bangs that hung into lilac colored eyes. Even though was thin, Mikoto could see lean muscles in her legs. She turned back to him with a red face. She shrugged and gave a nervous laugh.

"Um, I'm sorry."

Mikoto raised an eyebrow.

"My friend is in a cell here, too. I was going to break her out. But um, we got the cell number wrong I guess…"

"Go back through the wall," Mikoto said shortly.

The girl explained, "That wasn't my power. I can take others' power by consuming their DNA."

Mikoto raised both eyebrows.

"Blood." The girl stated, "I drink their blood."

"Vampire?"

She laughed loudly, "No! I'm a strain. Sorry, thought that was implied. We are in jail for strains, right?"

Silence.

The girl shrugged and went to the bars, looking up and down the hallway.

"Ichika!" She called.

"Yeah?" Came the response.

"We fucked up!"

"Fuck!"

"Sorry,"

"Eh, they'll think of something…"

The girl turned back around and sat on the floor, her back against the bars and knees up to her chest. Mikoto laid back down, unbothered. He expected her to try to talk to him, but she didn't. They sat in silence for a while. Mikoto turned his head to look at her again. She was a pretty little thing; sun-kissed skin, long lashes, toned. Mikoto noticed the many scars along her legs. White lines, some larger than others, were scattered amongst the skin of her leg as if she had been sliced numerous times. She caught him staring and spread her legs out on the tiled floor, touching a scar.

"I'm a trapeze artist," she said, "these are from accidents."

"Trapeze?"

"Mhm. I'm here with the circus that's traveling through Tokyo. We'll be doing shows here for the next week."

Mikoto nodded. They were quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "How did you get into the building?"

"My sister works here. I came to 'visit'." She did air quotes with her fingers. Mikoto looked at her closely, wondering.

"Who is your sister?"

"Seri Awashima. And I'm Sora."

"Hmm," Was all he said. He could barely see the resemblance between the two. The cold, sharp-featured, curvaceous woman was related to this tiny friendly girl?

"Who are you?" She questioned.

"Mikoto Suoh," he replied.

"Why are you in here?"

Mikoto paused, but closed his eyes and said, "Gang stuff."

"Did you do any of it?"

"No,"

She hummed in response. They were quiet again. Mikoto felt himself start to doze. Then a pop sound snapped him back to consciousness. A freckle-faced boy, maybe seven years old, with dark skin, dark hair, and green eyes had appeared. Sora stood up, grinning.

"Reo!"

"I came to get you!" He explained while hugging her around the waist.

"Well, we have to hurry! There are cameras and they'll know I'm up to something!"

"You just thought of that now?" Mikoto asked.

Sora shot him a look, "No. I said my sister works here. If I get caught, she'll think I was exploring too much, but not when someone else randomly ends up in a cell!"

Mikoto frowned at the bitterness in her voice. He watched the little boy, Reo, take Sora's hands. He took a deep breath then puffed out his cheeks, like he was both trying to blow the air out but keep it in at the same time. A large, clear bubble formed around the two, and with a perfect popping sound, the bubble popped as if it were made out of soap and they were gone.


SORA AWASHIMA gripped onto Reo's shoulder, after teleporting into the building from God knows how far away, the two of them into Ichika's cell and then outside of the gates was beginning to be too much for him. She felt him sway a little when they ran to the door.

"Ichika, is the coast clear?"

Her friend took a deep inhale. With senses like a hunter, she could pick up the faintest hint of a person's scent. Ichika opened her big, cat-like eyes and nodded.

"Ok, take Reo and go, I'll be right there." Before Ichika could argue, Sora turned down the hall. She ran past an empty security room with a ring of keys oh so foolishly left unattended. Sora made it to the hall of cells, a few strains curiously peeking their faces into the light to see. Sora twirled the keys around her finger, sauntering to Suoh's cell. He turned and looked at her when she paused at the door. She watched his face for the reaction - a slight rise in the eyebrows, a slight parting of the lips.

She smirked, "Are you too comfortable? Should I leave you here then?"

Her voice was flirtatious and it caused Suoh to raise his eyebrows a little higher. He sat himself up, the rusty cot screeching. Sora eyed him, still smirking. His amber eyes seemed to glow in the dim, gray light. When he stood he was taller and more muscular than she had thought. Heat radiated from him. She could feel it as he approached the bars. There was a pause and for a moment she felt her composure dwindle. But, a crooked smile graced Suoh's face. He dressed simply; in a white t-shirt and jeans. He shoved a hand into his pocket and gripped a bar with the other.

He shook the door, "Well?"

Sora unlocked the door and swung it open for him. The two of them locked eyes with devilish little smiles. Muffled shouts from the other side of the high-tech gates made the pair jolt into alertness. Sora grabbed Suoh by the wrist and ran him towards the gate. The first two cells were empty, so they split and went into either one, pressing themselves against the wall. The gate opened, and three men in the Blue's uniform raced inside. After they passed, Suoh and Sora quietly took off through the gate.

They maneuvered their way through the mazes of marble halls. The exit was so close, but the sound of stampeding feet was coming from the corner behind them, and orders were being shouted from the corner ahead of them. They froze in place. Suoh's hands were suddenly ablaze with wild flames, ready to fight.

Pop!

Reo and Ichika appeared. Reo puffed his cheeks again, a bubble formed around the group, and just like that they were on the corner outside of the Blue's headquarters. Reo collapsed, but Suoh caught his small body before it hit the ground.

"Oh no!" Sora gathered the small boy in her arms. "He's too young to teleport this many times, especially with so many people!"

More shouts came from within the gates of Scepter 4. Sora looked at Reo and then over her shoulder. She handed Reo to Ichika and shooed them. She needed to take the blame if they all ran their sentence would be greater. Even in the summer evening light, she could tell that all the lights went out in the building. Relief washed over her tense muscles.

"Sho," she muttered to Ichika. Her friend nodded, exhaling a breath that she had been holding in.

"Let's get out of here before it's too late."
Sora turned to Suoh, "See ya,"

"Yeah…" he muttered back, "um…thanks…"

She winked and held fast to Reo, then jogged down the street.


Note from writer: Ok so things got messed up when I first put this up. Also I hate writing beginnings of stories because all I like to think about is the action and middle. So sorry for being short! Working on chapter two so it should be on soon! Thank you for reading!