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(P.S. I didn't put full names because I wanted it to be mysterious!)

~His Point of View (PoV)~

She rolled her lavender eyes and went back to kneading the dough, her straight, mid-back-length raven ponytail gently flowing. She owned a bakery, which I visited often. Her sky blue shirt has its sleeves rolled up while she gets supplies. Her family had left her in the streets claiming she was "too soft-hearted for the company." Her knee-length, purple skirt flows as she walks around the kitchen, getting ingredients and sticking stuff in ovens. The company itself was a fighting style and anatomy one. A long, spotless white apron covers her outfit. They won all the competitions using a combat skill they called "jyuken" that used the pressure points and used the money to conduct researches about anatomy. (He doesn't know she was heiress.)

Me? My spiky, never-stays-down white hair and turquoise eyes don't seem to stand out compared to her looks. She stopped by some tables and left drinks. I work in a company that fights a group of outlaws. She called out to one of her friends who had stopped by. I'm a leader of one of the squads and whenever I have too much paperwork, I bring some down to this small bakery and have an apple pie while working. She laughed aloud; the joyous, soft sound was musical. The owner is very easy to get along with and is more observant than you would give her credit for. She bade her friend a polite good-bye before scurrying off to do some more baking. After I visited a few times, she knew my name, my favorite pie, drink, and would often help me with some of the paperwork if she had some free time.

I looked around, the café. It was pretty much empty. Rush hour had passed and she wiped sweat off with the back of her hand, sighing a bit. Although it was hard work, it was obvious she enjoyed it. You could tell by the smile she had when someone complimented her creations or when you saw the determination on her face while she's working. The last of the customers left within the next five minutes, until it was just us two, alone.

She walked over to my table; without any words, I slid a small stack of papers toward her as she took the seat across from me. We had gotten pretty close over the visits I took and occasionally, I'd bring over a worker of mine as well. I finished looking over a report, when I noticed her eying me. It was this motherly instinct she had.

"When was the last time you ate?" she asked bluntly. "Your ribs are showing and I know for a fact that eating too much fattening foods is not good for you."

I rolled my eyes and answered, "Hai. (Yes.) I know that too." I paused for a moment to take a drink, closing my eyes. "The last time I ate…" I thought for a moment. "It was the last time I came here."

She looked at me in horror. "That was three days ago!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, so?"

She rolled her eyes and then went to the kitchen. She came back with a tray of food. A baked potato, some spaghetti, an apple, and a glass of water filled the tray. "Nutrition is very important! It's ba-" she said, just before tripping. Another fact about her, she was pretty light and graceful on her feet, but she was a total klutz, which was pretty contradictory. Anyways, I quickly grabbed her around the waist while pulling the tray away from her. I held her close to my body and balanced the meal. After a minute, she blinked. Then she blushed, automatically, and started apologizing. I rolled my eyes and patted her head.

"Daijoubou." (It's okay.) I walked to the table, sat down, and took a bite of the apple. She blinked again and then took a seat across from me. After the meal, I tried to pay for it. Keyword: tried. She declared it was on the house, helped me carry the stacks of work to the company, and then went home, waving to me until she was unseen. As I lay in bed that night, I wondered what she would be doing at that second…

~Her PoV~

It's so dark. Is that a door? I think that's a hammock and toilet over there…I don't know what to do. Footsteps?…I think so. I can't think straight. Is the door open now? Who's there? It's so hot in here. That guy. What's he doing? Why aren't I home in bed? What's he doing now?

What's he holding my arm for? Now, I'm too cold. What's he reaching for? Don't touch me! Get away! I want to be home! Leave me alone! Someone! Save me! Please…

~His PoV~

I woke up this morning in a vicious mood. It's been three days since I had last seen her. That worries me…I yanked open the door after getting ready. "What?" I barked. The worker ringed his hands, nervously stuttering something out about someone's kidnapping. I dismissed him while going to the debriefing room.

The commander gave us the orders and told us the plan. Lieutenant and I were to go in and get the victim while the rest of Squad 10 were to distract them. With swift nods, we quickly got ready and drove to a safe distance towards the facility. We stealthily approached the factory for a mile. Then, the first of Squad 10 charged. A few seconds later, the next wave went while Lieutenant and I hooked a rope to the roof and ran towards the prisoner area. We knocked out a guard and stole his keys. The prisoners of this gang were always used as ransoms, test subjects, and sometimes shields. We began to look through all the cells. It was despicable which was why infiltrating and getting prisoners back home was a top priority. We opened cells, checking if anyone was there. Sometimes, the prisoners could give us vital information too. So far, most of them were empty. I had once been one of the tortured ones. There had only been one prisoner, a male. I should know. Lieutenant had taken him while I searched for more prisoners. I should know that it's painful to watch someone you love be tortured. I came to the last room.

A dark feeling twisted in my stomach. I reached for the door handle. My heart fluttered, like when I was around her. I turned the knob and pulled it open. It took everything in my power not to empty my lunch on the floor right there; for all I know, they could take a DNA sample from it. Then, I felt like destroying the one who did this.

I had just thought that she was sick, but whenever I visited her home, she never answered. I had always assumed that she had just been asleep, but…she was right here. She looked too pale. She had always been pale before, but it had been a healthy pale. Now, she was deathly white. Her hair had lost its shine and had become a dull shade. Her eyes were empty and fully white. Her nose looked broken and her mouth was dry and cracked. Cuts and bruises littered her whole body. Her clothes—or what was left of it—was tattered and was caked with blood. Her breathing was shallow and she looked like she was barely clinging to life itself.

"H-Hi…ts-" she started to say.

"Don't talk!" I said, trying to not panic. "Do you think you can move?" She barely shook her head, her eyes slightly closing. "Try and stay awake! Just a few minutes!"

She nodded the slightest bit. I carried her (bridal-style) wary of how light she was. Whoever caused this, was going to pay. Big time.

After escaping, we retreated and I returned her to the hospital. It turns out that she had been kidnapped just as she was passing by her store. During the fight, she had wounded THE leader, killed several of his strongest lackeys, killed numerous of the lesser lackeys, and had killed more on the way to the hideout. It also turned out that she had once been an heiress. I visited her a lot. A lot of the others in the squads did too.

"You're getting popular," I once told her. She blushed and brushed it off, diverting the attention. It also turned out, that she hated the hospital food. "Come on," I told her. "Nutrition is important. I learned that from the best." She rolled her eyes, but took a bite anyways.