Chapter 2: Contacting Amu and First torture session?
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~ Yoru P.O.V ~
We finally landed back in Tokyo. Aya had said she wanted to meet Amu so I was going to show her the way. She kept up way better than Amu ever did.
"Did you do things like this in America?" I asked her.
"Yeah things similar." She replied.
We ended up at Amu's house, err I mean at her bedroom window. I flew up to her window and knocked on it while Aya climbed the tree. Amu heard and came and opened the window. Aya came up shortly after.
"Yoru. Where's Ikuto? Who's that?"
"That's Aya and about Ikuto…" I explained about the kidnapping and about Aya. Aya introduced her five chara and Amu her four.
"Ikuto was kidnapped huh." It wasn't really a question more like she couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, I'll help get him back, I hate seeing chara's without their bearers." Aya says.
"Okay thanks but we have another problem, every one of the guardians are off somewhere for the summer break."
"WHAT!" I yelled. Aya stayed quiet.
"Well anyone here that can help that's not part of the guardians?" Aya asked.
I was slightly surprised she could stay so come in a situation like this. Death was floating next to her head and whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was Aya didn't like it because she smacked Death.
"No Death. We can't do that. I know you want to but we can't." She says.
"Can't what?" I ask.
"Can't hurt anyone, or in Death's case, kill someone to get Ikuto back, we can't risk that."
"Kill?"Amu asks.
"Yes, kill. Death was born from my desire to stay alive so I have killed people before." She walks to the edge of the balcony, "I need a place to stay. Can I stay here? We can ask your parents if you'd like."
"Sure. We can ask tomorrow."
"Thank you."
We all went to bed even me. I fell into a restless sleep.
~ Ikuto P.O.V ~
I woke up in a room with a tiny ass window that had bars on it. No way am I getting out that way. I sat up and heard a cling. I looked down on wrist and sure enough there was a chain that connected me to the room. Damn, this just couldn't get any worse could it?
Then I heard footsteps, it just got worse. The door burst open and a man I can't even describe (use your imagination, I don't know what to make him look like) walks in.
"Morning Smarty pants." the man said voice laced with sarcasm.
"Hi." I replied calmly not liking the insult.
"Are you talking back to me! You stupid kid!"
Now I could tell he had gotten himself drunk. This is gonna hurt. And I was right. He walked over to me and backhanded me across the face. He then grabbed my arm and pulled it at an impossible angle. I stifled my scream of pain and thank god it didn't break.
"Say sorry Kiddy" the man says smugly still holding my arm just barely missing the breaking point.
"Ne…ver.," I manage to get out.
"I can hold your arm like this for hours and I know you wouldn't be able to take it that long,"
Dammit I thought. What's more important pride or getting rid of this pain? I would say my pride.
The man smirked when I didn't say anything and twisted my arm farther still missing the breaking point but barely. I couldn't stifle this scream and it was actually quite loud.
"Say it." The man hissed.
"Su…mi…ma…sen." I choked out behind the pain.
The man finally released my arm and I pulled it to my chest not wanting that pain again.
"Good, janae." The man leaves the room locking the door behind him.
I lay back down on the bed I'm on look around. The walls are gray and no way out except the door and the window. Only the bed was in here as furniture. I ran my hand through my hair waiting, hoping that someone would come to my aid. This was gonna take awhile.
Then the door opens again and a man with a scar running down the side of his face walks in. He was wearing a suit and had slicked back hair.
"I heard you had woken up." He says.
"You can call me Drake." Drake laughs like a crazy man.
He walks over to me and pulls me up by my shirt collar. He pulls out a key and unlocks the chain on my wrist. I don't try to do anything, I'm not that stupid. He drags, yes drags me to another room with a chair in the center with straps on it. He tosses me onto the chair and straps me down.
This is gonna suck. For the rest of the night until I passed from blood loss or pain I don't know but I relentlessly got whipped, smacked, slashed at and worse. I couldn't stifle my creams forever and I ended up screaming most of the night. Then I passed out, welcoming the darkness.
A/N: When will Ikuto be found? Who will save him? How? All these and more in the next chapter!
Yoru: Ikuto ~Nya *sobbing uncontrollably*
Amu: It's okay Yoru. We'll get Ikuto back
Yoru: *still sobbing, harder now*
Death: Shut up or I'll kill you *death glare at Yoru*
Yoru: Fine… *sniffle*
Aya: bad Death *smack death*
Me: let's save Ikuto!
Aya: Waiting for you to write that and thank you to everyone reading this. This girl *points to me* needs at least 1 review for the next chapter to come up.
Yoru: Yeah no reviews and we'll never save Ikuto!
Me: Yeah thanks to everyone reading. I really do need at least 1 review for the next chapter. I love Ikuto so writing this is kinda hard but with reviews we will save him! So I'll be waiting for those. I would also like to thank everyone who did review! If I didn't private message you as a reply to your review please pm me so I can properly thank you and might give you a little more insight.
Aya: This girl also needs a beta reader. She doesn't have one and doesn't necessarily get how it works, but she still needs one.
All: Janae until next chapter!
