Hellooo! Here's another story to my newest fav couple, Hiruma and Mamori! I'm going crazy for them XD

Ok here's the story, Slave

Ch.1

The sound of running footsteps fills the night. It was cold, and lightly snowing. Someone is running, her chestnut hair flying all around her face, sometimes blocking her view, she is only wearing pajamas and a robe.

I must keep on going, must keep running, running. I need help, but whom? My body hurts, I can't stop or they'll catch me.

Hiruma? No, no, he…won't believe me, will he? The Police, yes the police will help…I can't think…

*swoop* *swoop*

Two darts fly through the air.

Hmm? Why is the world spinning? My...Eyes feel heavy; I can't sleep now, not...now…

Mamori slumped to the ground, in a small mound of snow. A man, big, hefty, and shifting eyes, came walking out of the shadows holding a dart gun.

He walked to the unconscious girl, he nudge her with his foot to make she was out. He smiled; satisfied that she was out for the count.

He took a walkie-talkie out of his pocket, pressing a button, "Abbiamo ottenuto il suo, (We got her)" he said in low voice.

Another voice replied through the static, and the man nodded. Placing the walkie-talkie back into its pocket, he slung his dart gun over his shoulder. Dropping down, he picked up the girl, slinging her over his shoulder

He walked back into the darkness, disappearing with the girl.

-Flashback-

Mamori yawned. She had just had a strange dream, with her and Hiruma. She chuckled to herself, it was a good dream.

She looked over shoulder, at her bedside table. Her little clock glowed red in the darkness. 1: 29.

Jeez, I could've slept a little longer… Her body felt wide awake.

*Creak*

Hmm? Mamori got up in her bed, to see light streaming from under her closed door. Shadows of someone walking across flickered through; she got a bad feeling about it.

I wonder who that was; Mamori got out of her bed, and walked quietly to her door. She opened it silently, and peeked through, whoever it was, went down the stairs.

Opening her door wider, she stepped out into the hallway. She can hear hushed tones being whispered in the kitchen.

She crept closer to the stairs, "Mom? Dad? You down there?" The hushed whispers stopped, and the sound of walking can be heard.

She started to descend the stairs.

She finally got to the last step, when a hand reached out for her. She turned around to see a Man with a gun behind her, reaching out. He grabbed her shoulder, and pushed her down.

"Hey! Non danneggiare la merce! (Don't damage the goods)" another man entered the room.

"Lei è quella che vuole che il boss? (is she the one the boss wants?)" The man with the gun asks

"Sì, (yes)" he turned his head around to look into the living room. Mamori craned her neck to see what he was looking at. A bit into the living room was her mom, barely breathing, beaten up. "che cosa dobbiamo fare circa la madre? (what should we do about the mother?)"

The man with the gun stared at Mamori, then looked at his partner, "niente (Nothing)"

Mamori stared at her beaten mother, eyes wide with terror. Her mom slowly moved her head up, their eye's meeting. She mouthed the word 'run'.

Mamori looked back the two men, making sure they weren't looking, she got up and ran.

"Dopo di lei! (after her!)"

The two men ran after the fleeing Mamori. Her mom, barely moving, was slowly reaching for the phone to dial 9-1-1.

The TV was still on, a news report was playing, it had a slight static.

"Several cases of kidnappings have been happening all over Japan. Our sources say *zip* that it all leads to *zip*zip* of a slave trade *zip* Citizens, please be careful,"

-End flashback-

The man carried Mamori back to her house. A black car waited in the front. His partner came out of the front door.

"Meglio esserci nulla di sbagliato con lei quando ci rivolgiamo a lei (There better be nothing wrong with her when we turn her in)" he said as he opened the back door to the car. "Quanti dart hai usato? (How many darts did you use?)"

The other man, laid Mamori on the back seat, "due e non ti preoccupare andrà tutto bene (two, and don't worry she'll be fine),"

He closed the door, and walked to the trunk. He placed his gun and darts in the back. He shut the trunk door and walked to the driver's seat.

He started the car, when he noticed a piece of paper on the floor. He smiled as he picked it, he grabbed a marker to his side and marked a giant X on the picture that was printed on it.

"Mamori Anezaki, è fatto (is done)" Mamori's face was the picture printed on the paper, with the information of everything on her.

I made the guys Italian….I hope none of you don't mind…