Heyo. It's been a while since I've published anything here, and I'm not expecting much from this story. It's just based on a joke I have with a friend that she'd lock me in a house like this and all of the crazy things that I would be put through because of it, but hey if you enjoy my misery then feel free to read all you want. Welp, here goes nothing…

"Mmph... Ow…" Taylor groaned as she slowly woke up. Her body ached all over and she seemed more groggy than usual. Come to think of it she didn't even remember falling asleep. As soon as she opened her eyes though, she was immediately wide awake. Taylor bolted up from the bed she was sleeping in. This was not her room, not her bed, probably not her house. In fact she had never seen this room before in her life. "Oh no, no, no what, why, where." The girl, realizing she was on the verge of going hysterical, took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "Okay, the last thing I remember is… I was hanging out with Lilli… and she was talking about how she would do anything to get me in a relationship... and we were joking around, and a weird flash happened. And now I'm here."

A frown graced the girls face as her gaze turned from panicked to calculating. "That doesn't make any sense. Anything logical I can think of that would cause a flash like that wouldn't have knocked me out… and I don't have a headache so that rules out being knocked over the head, and if I were drugged wouldn't it have taken me longer to wake up? Plus if someone had taken me somewhere why would I be let loose in a perfectly normal bedroom?"

Taylor shook her head, "no, I can wonder about all of that later, first I need to get out of here." And with that determination the small girl, as quietly as possible, climbed out of the bed and went to look for an escape route. The first thing she noticed was that there were no windows in the bedroom she was in. "Okay, don't panic, let's try the doors." The first door she opened led to a nicely sized bathroom with a large bathtub, shower, and sink. It even looked like it was fully stocked.

Taylor shut the door, it wasn't helping. There was one other door in the room, hopefully one that would lead out of here. As quietly as she could Taylor tried the door knob, surprised to find it turn easily. So, she cracked the door to reveal a hallway with a few other doors and something that looked like a living room past that. Hesitantly she stepped out of the room, silently shutting the door behind her. She just had to pray someone didn't catch her trying to escape. Deciding that the three other doors in the hallway probably led to more bedrooms, she avoided those and continued into a spacious living room, three couches surrounded a small coffee table and a large screen TV hung across from them. Behind the couches was a beautiful open kitchen with shining appliances and a large island in the middle. But unfortunately, she wasn't here to admire a house. One more look around caused her to curse. No windows anywhere. There were two doors left and when opened, neither had any escape routes, one being a large indoor pool and hot tub, the other a wide open room with targets lined along the walls.

Taylor started to feel the panic clench in her chest, making it hard to breathe. None of this was normal! What was going to happen to her? This was just- "Oh, someone else is here."

Taylor almost jumped out of her skin as she whirled around to face the voice and saw a tall and relatively handsome Japanese man somewhere in his early twenties, staring at her. She frowned at him, "Judging by the way you said that I take it you don't know what's happening either."

Izaya's gaze sharpened as he took in the girl. It hadn't been a question, but a statement. He was relatively surprised, a second ago she had been on the verge of a panic attack, now she stood across from him, relatively calm, although still weary. Either she's got a good poker face… or she has a really good handle on her emotions. Izaya thought to himself. Any other time he would have been thrilled to push the girl's buttons to find out, but right now there were… more pressing matters at hand.

He once again fixed his gaze on the girl who still kept a wide distance between them. Wouldn't it be more normal for her to gravitate towards the only other person and try to initiate an alliance of some sort, try to gain trust? He was pretty sure he hadn't come off as threatening, although, coming up behind her probably wasn't the best way to come off as 'not the one who kidnapped you'.

So, he decided to try and warm her up to him himself, after all, if they really were trapped here they might as well get to know each other, right? "I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Izaya, Izaya Orihara, you are?" Izaya waited patiently, watching as the girl refocused on him, a bit surprised to find he was talking to her.

"Sorry, I'm Taylor, Taylor Grey…"

"So I'm assuming you've checked the other doors then, Taylor?" Izaya asked, walking up to her until he was only a foot or two away, being sure to keep his hands where she could see them.

The girl shuffled a bit further away. "Yes, it's the same as everywhere else, no doors to the outside and no windows. It doesn't make any sense…" she mumbled the last part as if thinking through everything she saw again. Well, Izaya definitely agreed with that. "I mean if there's a way in there has to be a way out and we're obviously in here and it's not as if you can plaster over a door from the inside."

The girl had a good point. He was about to try and narrow the distance again when BANG! Both of their gazes whipped up to the hallway of bedrooms where one of the doors had been kicked open quite violently. Out walked a teenage guy with greenish hair wearing what looked to be an expensive school uniform. As soon as he noticed Izaya and Taylor he glared at them and stopped a bit away, glaring them down, which Izaya met with a smile and wave and Taylor met with a hard stare of her own.

"Are either one of ya responsible for this?" He asked skeptically.

"No," Taylor answered simply but firmly, maintaining eye contact with the third person to have arrived, she had a feeling she should answer, rather than have Mr. Orihara answer… somehow she had a bad feeling about this.

The boy smirked and strode up to Taylor, and she realized, annoyed, that she only went up to his shoulder, and less than that on Mr. Orihara. What were these people, giants? (She refused to admit that she was, actually, shorter than average, standing just over five foot two). Her annoyance grew when the guy leaned in close to her face. "Well I guess a little girl like you wouldn't be able to take me down anyways. But if you're not guilty than who are ya?" his eyes gleamed dangerously and Taylor tried to keep her temper down, after all it wasn't as if she was the only person here.

Izaya thought so too, and to be honest, not only was he irked at being completely ignored, but something in the way that kid approached Taylor was rubbing him the wrong way. "Now, now, don't kids these days know it's rude to get up in someone's face without introducing themselves first?" Izaya draped his arm across Taylor's shoulders and leaned down until his gaze met the other guys. "Tora Igarashi?" he finished. Of course he'd be able to recognize on of the heirs to a major Japanese company, after all it was his job to keep tabs on important people. Tora sneered at him and opened his mouth to retort but was interrupted.

"Too close." Both Izaya and Tora turned with surprise to the small girl they were hovering over. Izaya would have thought she would be shaking in her shoes having two guys who she just met in a house she'd been kidnapped to hovering over her, wait… wasn't he supposed to not be intimidating her? Back to the point the girl didn't look scared at all, just extremely ticked.

"What?" Tora asked, still staring dumbfounded at the girl, had he really had no effect on her?

"Both of you are too close." She stated one more time, the annoyance in her voice obvious. Although she was looking sideways between them, "and someone else just showed up."

Izaya took a step back, "Sorry 'bout that Taylor!" before turning to face the new resident, noticing that Tora had also backed off.

Once again, he was surprised. "Well look at that a god has joined us! Welcome to our predicament, Loki." Izaya grinned as the new comer narrowed his eyes.

Loki scoffed at the mortal who had dared to address him so casually. "And who might you all be?" He stated, if this place was what he thought it was, well, he might as well know the names of his new roommates.

The man who had addressed him first bowed overdramatically, "Izaya, Izaya Orihara." Loki already didn't like him; he remembered some of the gods complaining about the trouble he caused in his world.

"Tora Igarashi," His gaze shifted to the annoying high school boy. He held himself as someone important and arrogant.

He turned to the girl and was slightly insulted to find she wasn't even looking at him but was scanning the ceiling for something. "And you girl? You think staring at the ceiling is more important than doing as a god says?"

The girl didn't even spare him a glance, "You're not a god, at least to me. And I'm Taylor Grey." The way she mumbled it made Loki pissed. He wasn't even worth an introduction to her.

"Taylor what are you doing?" Izaya teased, also slightly confused by the strange girl's actions.

"It's cold in here." She replied, walking under a certain spot on the ceiling.

"What does that have to do with anyti- "Loki started to demand before the girl jumped up and grabbed a barely visible string causing a ceiling door to open and allow a ladder to slide to the ground.

"I figured we might be underground." She said, shrugging.

"Not that I'm not happy that you found a way out of here. But how did you figure that from it's cold?" Izaya questioned.

"Oh, well when I realized it was cold I realized this place was a lot like basement, with no windows and all, and since there wasn't a stair case anywhere I thought there might be a ladder and there was."

Well, it made sense, although the train of thought had gone in quite the circle in order to reach that relatively simple conclusion.

"Tch, who cares about that? Let's get out of here already." Tora walked passed everyone and climbed up the ladder into the small square of sky.

Loki looked at the girl skeptically, "Why didn't you go up first?"

Taylor's aura suddenly became kind of dark, "Because if there's something dangerous out there then it wouldn't exactly be a shame if the annoying prick got killed off first."

Izaya laughed as the girl ascended the ladder after the statement. "Well, Loki it seems as if we should follow them, unless you know something we don't that is."

Loki glared at the human and walked past him up the ladder. That man had easily read what he was thinking, and it could pose a problem. This would either confirm or deny his theory. As soon as his head cleared the door and his eyes adjusted to the bright light he cursed loudly, stepping all the way out. This is what he was afraid of. Surrounding them was a wide open field with a barn and greenhouse to one side and clouds all around them. And he meant all around. He went and stood beside the girl, Taylor, and stared at the drop off of the edge of the floating island along with her.

"Damnit." He said simply, to which Taylor just nodded. Soon they were joined by Izaya, who, at the sight of the drop off started laughing hysterically.

"Isn't this interesting!" He yelled into the void. Then, with a flash they were all back in the house, sitting on the couches in the living room. Izaya and Loki were each in the center of a couch of their own and Taylor and Tora were on the other, causing Taylor to glare at Tora and scoot as far over as possible.

Before anyone could figure out what had just happened a voice that kind of sounded like Siri started to speak. "Taylor Grey, Izaya Orihara, Tora Igarashi, and Loki Leviathan, welcome. I suggest you all get comfortable because you'll be here awhile. Welcome to the floating island, and don't worry you'll have everything you need here."

Loki stood up from the couch, "Who are you! How dare you bring me here!"

Tora joined him, "Yeah! Let us out of here now!"

Siri answered after a minute. "You'll be let out eventually, but until then I suggest you get comfortable, have fun, get to know one another. And don't worry about anyone looking for you, because they already know you're here."

"You all are missing the important question," Izaya said, leaning back onto the couch and crossing his legs. "It's why were we brought here?"

"You were chosen to come here because at least one person in your life agreed you need help with having healthy socialization skills. That is all. Again, everything you need will be provided." With that there was a click and the voice disappeared.

"Hey! Come back here!" Tora called, "Who gave you the right to do this!" Instead of being answered the house they were in started to rumble loudly, shaking and causing Tora and Loki to fall back on the couches. After a few minutes the rumbling stopped and there was a flash, and windows appeared, lining the walls. It was obvious that the house was now above ground, and a door had even shimmered to life next to the target room.

The room was silent for a minute. "Well I guess it could be worse, after all I'm sure there's something we could find to do, right Taylor?" Tora said, sidling up to the girl, who was staring into space.

Taylor mumbled something.

"Tora, didn't she make it clear enough the first time that she doesn't like you?" Izaya said, walking up and siting on the arm rest of the couch. "And besides she met me first, so that means she's mine for however long we're here, tell him Taylor."

"Hell…" the word could barely be heard from the girl's mumbling.

Loki scoffed, "Hate to break it to you Orihara but she doesn't seem to be too fond of you either. Taylor if they're bothering you so much why don't you just tell them off?"

"THIS IS LITERAL HELL!" Taylor screamed, making everyone shut up in surprise. Then, without saying another word, the girl stood up and walked into the bedroom she had appeared, but before she closed the door, she looked back into the room, giving everyone a look that could kill. "And I'll make this clear now to avoid any further confusion. I don't want anything to do with any of you and find all of you extremely annoying." And with that, she slammed the door. Behind her, a small flash of light on each of the doors revealed names engraved on the room that everyone had woken up in. It looked like this was going to be a very long stay…