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To Love
Stand by those who matter and protect them with everything I possess and more. To sacrifice myself for another would be more than worth all I have lived for.
"I can't believe those idiots lost," a man mutters from down a long corridor.
At the other end of the hall, a circular window creaks open. The raging storm outside seems to almost be alive, and angry. A flash of lightning illuminates the carnage the storm is creating. The guards seem oblivious. Then, with a crack, the window slams closed. The guards stand and stare around themselves. They put on some weird glasses and stare through at the red laser lights and alternating floor panel alarms. Sighing, they sit back down and turn to watch some football.
Down the corridor though, a dark figure is leaping, cartwheeling, back flipping and anything else that would get whoever it is through to the door. The guards enjoy their game until the dark figure hits a pressure point in their neck. They collapse and in a heap, snoring quietly. The attention is shifted towards the door and the even higher security around there. Wearing the infrared glasses the guards had, the figure stares at the security measures.
Red laser lights in a random motion. The floor tiles alternate between safe and alarm triggering. The security box next to the door needs a password, but that changes automatically every twelve hours. There are even some security devices on the ceiling, but what they do is a mystery.
The figure drops the glasses and leaps over into the danger zone. The figure manages to dodge everything, for a second or two, but the security measures on the ceiling soon become clear. If the figure stands on the same area twice, the security devices on the ceiling collapse on you. The figure manages to avoid being crushed and makes it through the doors.
Racing across a small platform and over to the other side, above the lava, the figure stops at the end. There are large circular panels moving in a direction and in the center is a circular platform with a prison in the center. The figure races across leaping from one platform to another, despite the speed increasing. Cloaked in darkness; the figure lands in a crouch in front of the cell. The prisoner doesn't move.
"Kisshu," the figure whispers.
He looks up and stares at his rescuer, before looking away, the light in his eyes gone again. "Go away Zakuro, I'm fine,"
"No, you're not. I'm going to get you out of here, I promise," she whispers.
"I'm fine. Go away!" he snaps.
She stares at him questioningly, desperately. Something smashes and the alarm suddenly goes off. Kisshu doesn't even look at her. She gasps before turning and running back the way she came. Her eyes sting, but she tries to ignore that. Panic rises in her and she races over the security system and through the red laser lights, ignoring the burning feeling when it slices through her skin. She reaches the window and leaps out, not noticing the guards down on the ground.
Author's Note: Well, I told you that I would write a sequel to I Trust You. So basically, this is it. I also said it would be a lot different. This is mainly Zakuro and Kisshu, so the others probably won't be involved at all. That's all for now. Thanks for your attention. Bye.