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Desmond tried to sit up, but became dizzy and laid back down. She looked around the room weakly. It looked like a normal bedroom. Desmond was somewhat amazed that she wasn't restrained; she even doubted the door was even locked. However, that was when she noticed the "cleverly" hidden surveillance camera. "So that's how you wanna play it, huh?" she asked the camera viciously. She swung her feet around and sat up, putting her feet on the rug that surrounded the bed. She struggled to support herself, but stood up nonetheless. Detective time? I think so! Desmond thought as she tried to walk around the room. However, that walk quickly became a slow limp. As she tried to steady herself on the bedpost, someone barged in, scaring her causing her to lose her balance, and fall into the bedpost.

"Are you okay? You shouldn't be standing. You took quite a knock to your poor head when you hit the floor you know," he said as he guided her to the closest chair.

"I'm fine. Why did I fall? How hard did I fall?" she asked, trying to get the easily answered questions out of the way first.

"You were making too much noise, attracting too much attention. We had to knock you out or else we could have been attacked. You fell so hard we thought you were going to wake up with amnesia!" he then paused and lowered his head. "Sorry," he said softly.

Desmond was confused. "For what?" she asked.

"It's my job to watch over our guests. I'm kind of like a servant. You falling and hitting your head is due to me not doing my job and not catching you. How does your head feel anyway?" he asked.

Until that moment Desmond hadn't thought about it. She raised her hand to the side of her head where the boy was motioning. It hurt when she toughed it, causing her to pull her hand away quickly. "There's a lump. I can't believe I didn't notice it until just now. It hurts a bit also but I'll be fine," Desmond responded.

"That's good," he said. Then before Desmond could ask another question he looked at her and said, "My name is Kingston by the way."

Desmond looked at him. Physically, he reminded her of a cross between Soul and Kid, but acted more like Tsubaki. "I'm-"

"Desmond. I know. Not to sound creepy or anything but we have been expecting you to show up for a few months now," Kingston said smiling slightly.

Desmond sat dumbfounded by Kingston's statement. "Um… how?" was all that she could think of asking.

"We were told that you would probably come looking for answers a few months after you visited your old home. Now the big question is did you come of your own free will? Or were you forced to by…" he trailed off as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket to read something off of it. "Spirit or Shinigami-sama?" he finished his question.

Desmond scooted herself away from the black haired boy. He reached for her. "Is everything okay?" he asked.

"No. How do you know this much about my life?" she asked shocked

"We have connections," he said.

Desmond laughed. That was the most ridiculous and evasive answer he could have possibly given her. Actually, I just know is probably the most evasive answer he could have given, she thought.

"You really should be laying down," Kingston said as he offered her his hand. She took it and walked back to her bed wearily, with him supporting her.

"So are you a normal human, meister, or weapon?" he asked to make small talk.

"Well if you know so much about my life to begin with how come you don't know that?" she asked.

"I only know up until you were nine. I was… briefed on everything important. Like for example you sleep with a toy dog named Mia that fell out of your bag when you hit the ground," he said innocently.

Demsond's face turned slightly pink. The only person outside of her family that knew that was Rain. Kingston handed the toy beagle to her smiling. "You know, you're pretty cute when you blush."

"Is that supposed to be a RENT joke or a come-on?" Desmond asked taking the dog from him.

"Both? Mostly a come-on I think though," he said laughing slightly at himself.

"Hm… It would have been a bit more impressive if it were mostly a RENT joke. Anyway…" Desmond trailed off.

"What's his name?" he asked taking a hint

"It's complicated."

"Name?" he asked again.

"Kid."

"…" Kingston looked at her.

"What?" she asked after his silent stare.

He looked back down at his sheet of paper. "Shinigami-sama's son? Also I don't get when girls say a relationship is complicated. You're either going out or your not. There shouldn't be an in between. And if there is then that guy's a jerk," he said absentmindedly.

Desmond laughed. "You have so many things to learn about women, Kingston. So many things."

He laughed as well. It was true though and he knew that. She was one of the first girls he talked to outside of the facility he worked in. "So why are you here?" he asked. "It would seem like you had a pretty good life."

"I need to be in control," Desmond explained. "Even if it's something small like where I live and when I come and go. I guess I just needed to prove to myself that I still had some sort of control." After a moment of silence Desmond asked, "So where am I anyway?"

"You're in an underground facility designed to hold people whom…" he trailed off realizing that he was telling her something he wasn't supposed to.

"Who what?" Desmond asked, eager to know what he was going to say.

"I have to go," Kingston said standing up quickly and walking out of the room.

"Wait! What is this place?" she called after him, but he ignored her and closed the door behind him as he walked out. Desmond sighed and laid back down and fell asleep once again.

Desmond woke up and heard voices outside the door. "He'll kill us if he knew we were keeping her here," one said

"Well what are we supposed to do? Just let her go after all we went through?" another asked the first angrily.

"Well… he doesn't have to know we have her here… its not like he can come and check on things anyway."

The second was silent.

"Don't worry," the first spoke up again. "It's not like she can just up and run away from us."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

She could hear them walking away. "Can't just up and run away huh?" she asked herself quietly. She got herself up, finding that this time she had more strength than before, grabbed her bag and made her way out the window that was in her room. She had to climb on top of a few things to get to it, but she made it out safely more or less. She made her way away from the building that previously held her prisoner without a trace… or so she thought.

What she didn't notice as she left was that one picture of her dad, the one that she took from her old home, fell out and was left of the floor.

Kingston walked into her room happily, "Desmond! I come with food!"

The room was empty. He dropped the tray he was carrying out of shock. "She shouldn't have had enough strength to even get to the window," he said shocked. Then he pulled out a black walkie-talkie and pressed the talk button. "We have a security breach. Our only chance is gone," he said with more seriousness in his voice than he had while talking to Desmond. Then he spotted the piece of paper on the floor. He walked over a picked it up to find that it was a picture of Vic. "Maybe not. Maybe we haven't lost yet," he said into the walkie-talkie again. Then left the room with the picture in hand, stepping over the mess he made. As he walked out of the room he turned to someone in the hallway and said, "Get a servant to clean up this mess."

He closed the door behind him.

I see through your clothes
Your nerve damage shows
Trying not to feel
Anything that's real
You're losing control…