I have no life and red X inrests me. im sorry if he dosnt act the same as he does in the show.

L.L.A.P

~Laces

I slowly woke up to feel something soft underneath me. I then felt my mouth. Whatever Red X put on it to keep it shut was gone. But I felt like something was missing. Something… important.

I brought my hand up to my face to realize that my mask was gone. I bolted up to realize that I was on a couch in what seemed to be an apartment building.

"Morning Sweet heart." came a voice, it was Red X. at first I didn't know what to do, but then I shot him a glare.

"Don't call me that." he ignored my statement.

"Are you hungry, Sweet heart?"

"No, and why'd you take off my mask!" I exclaimed.

"It was covering your beautiful eyes." I could feel myself blush, but I quickly glared again

He's just trying to get you off guard. You know you're not pretty. He just wants to see you stutter. I told myself.

"Well…" I took in a deep breath and sung, "Let me see what's behind your mask…"

Um… fask, rask, lask, task, pask, sask, bask, dask… I thought to myself but then came up with a rhyme.

"So I can see you at last." I sang. Mask and Last. That rhymes right? Gah! Stupid rhyming skills.

However, it worked and his mask went flying off.

Shaggy brown hair went down to his ears and his green eyes flickered with annoyance.

"You did not just do that." he growled. His voice sounding different without the vice scrambler in his mask, but he still sounded deadly.

"You took of my mask." I debated.

"I take my identity seriously. I am a wanted criminal not a petty thief!" he exclaimed.

"Well boo hoo for you." I stated sarcastically.

"This is the thanks I get for saving you. I should have just left you there to get caught." he growled.

"I saved you first. If anything I should have left you!" I exclaimed. The hard look on his face then turned into a smirk.

"So why didn't you, Sweet heart?" he questioned, I honestly didn't know the answer.

"Well why didn't you leave me?" I shot back. There was silence, and then X changed the subject.

"What's your name?"

"What's yours?"

"X. Now tell me yours. Unless you want me to keep calling you Sweet Heart." I glared at him.

"It's Aika." I answered shortly. He snickered.

"Aika?" he questioned. I stood up, having enough of the nonsense.

"Give me the Xanthium and let me go." I stated. A smug grin crossed his face.

"Let me hear you turn that into a song." he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What?"

"Sing for me." he smiled. I hated my powers. I couldn't rhyme for my life.

"Give me back what I want…" I started to sing, but he then cut me off.

"And what do you want?" he inquired smugly.

"The Xanthium." I answered.

"Then be more specific." he stated.

"I don't need to listen to you." I hissed, then began to sing again, "Give me what I want. You are not my foe. Please hand it over. And let me go." I sung. He Didn't move and kept the smug smile on his face, my fists clenched in anger, but I sang the verse again. Once again, nothing happened.

"Why isn't it working?" I mumbled.

"Because you want a lot of things. Not just one. I figured you had to be specific." he smiled knowingly.

"Just… ugh! Give me the Xanthium, I need it!"

"Yeah for money, but for money to buy what?"

"None of your business!" I hissed.

"Then I guess you're not getting the Xanthium. And I'm not going to let you leave, you know too much."

I gave him a defiant glare and sprinted towards the hallway. However, he tripped me and quickly had one of his X blades to my throat.

"Sorry Sweet Heart. Can't let you leave yet."