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A/N: This is a new story I'm writing, since I just had to write something because I couldn't stop daydreaming about the Hitachiin twins. Well I hope you enjoy, and if you're a fan of Yugioh 5ds, please go to my profile and check out the story I've been writing about that as well. So enjoy! And don't forget to review. I'd like at least one review per chapter. Thanks all! Love you!

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It was just another limo ride to school when something went wrong. I was just looking out of the window while Hikaru was catching up on some homework he forgot to do yesterday. Not that it was that important. It had been pretty quiet when I suddenly noticed that we were going the wrong way. Something suddenly felt very off to me, and I moved slowly away from the window until I was closer to my brother. I touched the back of his hand lightly, while trying to identify the driver. I couldn't see his face from where I was sitting. Hikaru looked up at me, and he frowned when he saw the worried look on my face.

"Karou?" He whispered, leaning closer to me. "What's wrong?" I looked outside the window carefully. I didn't recognize where we were, and I tried to get a look at the driver's face in the rear-view mirror, but his cap was pulled down. I started to get goose bumps. I turned towards Hikaru, a little scared. He wrapped his arms around me instantly when he saw that face.

"Do you know where we are?" I asked him whispering, and he frowned- confused, looking around. Judging by his face when he looked back at me, he didn't have a clue either. "I know this isn't the way to school," I whispered. "-and I have a bad feeling about the driver…" Hikaru naturally then looked up at the driver, and I looked up with him- and froze in fear. Hiraku's arms stiffened around me as well.

The face I saw in the mirror was not one of our drivers, but could only belong to a member of one of the more brutal syndicates of the mafia around here. The face was heavily scarred and the man leered back at us, and then lifted an arm and rested it against the window separating the front from the back, a loaded gun aimed straight at us. Hikaru's grip tightened around me reflexively, and I held onto him in return. For some reason, I couldn't scream, my eyes wide with fear.

"HYAH!!!!" Hikaru and I jumped as we heard a yell, and the driver's window smashed, a heavy black combat boot connecting with the fake driver's temple, and Hikaru let me go and lunged forward to grab the gun and twist it away from us, and he yanked it out of his hand and leapt back to sit next to me, holding it as far away from us as he could while keeping a firm grip on it. I blinked, and discovered that I had gone completely rigid as Hikaru put his free hand on mine, aiming the gun towards the floor in case in went off.

The attacker who had broken through the driver's side window now had the phony driver subdued, or knocked out at least, and he must've somehow hit the brakes or something while doing so, because the car was now slowing to a stop and I saw a black-gloved fist holding something shaped remotely like a rock rise up and then speed back down, connecting with something with a bloody crunch, making me flinch on a gut reaction. Hikaru wrapped his free arm around me, gripping the handle of the gun more securely, and he was glaring towards the front of the car with what I'm sure was a protection instinct backing it up.

Then the figure straightened up, grabbed a hold of the wheel, stomped on the brakes, shifted the car into park, and turned around to look at us, and Hikaru and I gasped simultaneously. The dark-haired woman smirked emptily with a roll of her eyes back at us.

"Yeah, I'm a woman." She said with incredibly dry humor, her whole body tensed like a cat ready to spring. She got out of the driver's side door and opened ours, bending over a little to look in. Her eyes were brown, and somehow dancing with some sort of a light. Hikaru raised his arm and aimed the gun at her. She laughed dryly. "Very brave kid, but you don't know how to use it." She held her hand out towards us, and we stared at her in shock. How did she know that neither of us had ever held a gun before? "Give me the gun kid. We need to run, or the rest of the syndicate will be after us before long." I was completely shocked. How did she know that? Hikaru gave it a split second's worth of thought before nodding curtly, and handing the woman the gun who racked it and stuck it in a sheath at her side. I noticed the she was completely dressed in black before Hikaru yanked me after him, and I stumbled out of the car.

The woman looked me up and down quickly, taking in the look on my face, and the way I was shaking. She looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Frozen with fear?" she asked almost whimsically, and- stunned- I nodded. She smiled softly at me, kindness shining through her eyes. She reached out with her hand and I put my hand in hers. "Everything's going to be alright." She said reassuringly, and somehow- I felt myself trusting her. Suddenly her eyes sharpened, and she glared down the street at some heavily-set men running our way, crowbars in hand. Pedestrians screamed and got out of their way. She glanced over at Hikaru. "Can you run?" she asked, and when he nodded, she turned sharply around without letting go of my hand and bringing it over her shoulder, crouching a bit. "On you get." She said backing up, and she found my legs and lifted me onto her back. "Hold on." I put my arms over her shoulders, and she grinned at Hikaru. "Let's run."

She ran. Unbelievably fast for someone carrying someone piggyback, and I wasn't even bouncing while she did so. Even so, I held on a little tighter, because at the speed she was going at was enough to create a bit of wind. Hikaru was just managing to keep up, already breathing heavily.

"Nearly there!" she shouted over her shoulder to my brother, and I swore I could hear him sigh with relief. We rounded one more corner and stopped in front of a run-down hardware store, and without even taking me off her back, she knocked on the glass door hard three times, and a large shadow moved in front of it, and turned the lock, and it opened to show this portly, bald, happy-faced family man who frowned in concern as soon as he saw me and my brother. He looks like a buddha. I thought absentmindedly.He looked over us, and then back at the woman carrying me, all business.

"Place to hide?" he asked, and she nodded, handing me over to Hikaru, and we were both rather surprised at the turn of events. She turned to look at Hikaru, holding me up by the armpits. She draped on of my arms around his shoulders, and she grabbed Hikaru's arm and put it around my waist.

"Got him?" she asked, and I wondered why she asked that. I felt fine. Well, I couldn't feel my legs… She let me go, and I all but collapsed, holding onto Hikaru in surprise. My legs were completely dead. She turned to head back out.

"What is he?" the man in front of us asked, and I looked at his concerned expression. What am I? I looked back at the woman, curiously. What was that supposed to mean? She smiled beautifully at me, and I blinked. Beautiful. She looked over her shoulder at the man.

"Frozen with fear." She explained, and without another look, she ran back the way we came. The man nodded to where she had been, and stood behind us, ushering us in. we had no choice but to enter the dark room, the man shutting and locking the door behind us.

"Don't worry." The man said reassuringly behind us, placing a hand on our backs. "You're safe here."