A/N: I am terribly sorry about my grammar, or any sort of confusion from this. I wrote this with no direction, and at three in the morning. It is no excuse, I know, but please bare with me. I will make it up to you!

I swear!

Read and Review, I beg. For I love you and promise you better.

- Love always,

SweetBubba

Chapter Two: Impregnable Man

The floor was frostbite cold and hard, stabbing at her hip as she lay on her side and giving her a sharp, ignorant pain.

"You do understand this, don't you? Once this has been done, once you've completed this last goal, you are to move on to a more advanced setting." A grave voice echoed throughout the room. It was bold and serious enough to petrify just about anyone, but she'd run into this person and their intimidation many times before and couldn't be fazed. It wasn't her being interrogated anyway. She pried open her eyelids, perched herself up and hastily glanced around the room, looking for the source of the voice and it's target. Her vision was dotted with black spots and blinding white; her head was throbbing and she could feel her brain pressing into her skull harshly but she refused to lay back down.

Two figures could be made out from the mass confusion.

"Hai. I understand well, sensei. Do me well and look after her, for I fear that I..." The next voice was soft and respectful, she recognized it right away. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, her heart could be heard miles away beating as loud as it was. They would take her from her.

She couldn't let this happen.

"Yes, of course." There was an uneasy moment of silence. "Goodluck, Zia my dear. Do not forget that this is your fate. You may not turn back."

Nudoru pushed herself further, nearly dragging herself to her scuffed knees; Oh yes, she would fight. She would die if it was the case. She wouldn't loose another loved one.

This was all happening way too fast.

Her leg twitched and she gasped as she was sent caving back to the floor. She grit her teeth.

"I know."

She collapsed.

Green eyes threw open and peered into darkness. She had awoken the same way every time she had that dream; there was no panic, no alert, no shock or internal turmoil. In fact, each time she awoke it was with a calm haze, a sense of understanding. After so long it was hard to hold onto the terror and depression it brought and she began to accept it.

She rose from where she lay, and in an attempt to sit up whacked her head roughly against something solid over her, causing her to fall back into a somewhat soft cushioning surrounding her. Nudoru grunted and rubbed her head gently in confusion. She couldn't remember the bunks being that close together before...

Her eyes widened.

'Maybe...' hesitantly, she brought her small hand to the solid surface and ran her fingertips down it to feel the texture and the stability. It felt almost like hardwood, strong and durable as expected.

"Nani?" She whispered to herself.

Had they... Had they buried her alive?

She began to panic.

'They wouldn't have just done this, would they? T-They couldn't have!' She could feel herself begin to sweat.

Nudoru licked her lips.

"...T-Tasukete!" She screamed, thrashing her legs and pounding her tight fists against the wood.

"Tasukete! Daredesuka?!" Her body ached unpleasantly and begged her to stop, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Onegaishimasu!"

She whimpered with defeat and slowly retreated her fight, dropping her hands at her sides and closing her eyes.

'This is the reason that you fail each time. You're weak. You're useless.'

She heaved a sigh.

'You were doomed from the start, stupid girl. You never did anything right.'

There was a pang in her chest.

'A lost cause.' She thought with dismay, taking a deep and shaky breath and trying to force back tears.

"Wot the hell?"

Her eyes shot open.

'What...?'

"Ey, Mudz. Wot's in the box?"

"How the Hell should I know, Faceache? I didn't order anything! That goddamn postman is going to pay for this..."

She narrowed her eyes and slowly took in what was happening. She could hear other people, no doubt she couldn't understand what they were saying, but there were people!

Nudoru felt her hope rise again.

"C-Chotto! Chotto! Watashi wa koko ni iru! Watashi o koko kara nukedasu!" She hollered, beginning to thrash again restlessly. This time she didn't dare to hold back.

Outside there was shifting and shouting.

"T-There's somefink in there!" A nervous voice stuttered, high-pitched and laced in a thick accent.

"Not something, ya Dullard! Someone! Go get Russel, tell him it's important!" This man's voice was more powerful and angry, but more serious. She wondered if they would bother to help her or not but she hoped, and prayed, and trusted these strange men to do so.

Nurdoru could feel her heart beating faster in anticipation.

'Wait!'

She sucked in a sharp breath.

'What if they aren't going to help me, and plan to hurt me? What then?'

The crate, or coffin, began to shake. A crackling noise was heard where her feet were and a grunting could be heard, in mere seconds the lid that kept her sealed in was ripped away and a fresh gust of air rushed into her lungs.

'Freedom!'

For a brief moment, everything was silent.

"Is iht Dea-"

"TEEKI!" She called out and sprung from the bed made of packaging peanuts, leaping at the first person that she saw and tackling them with brute force to the ground. Her eyes were squinted in anger and her fists were bawled up in his shirt, she could feel her chest bubbling in fury and disgust. They had probably planed this all along, ship her off to the Andr. Unit and-

She gasped, all of her feeling rapidly retreating once she got a good look at him.

He had big, black frightened eyes and tousled blue hair. His face was pale and twisted with a shocked expression.

She stood over him now, her eyes widening.

'He is...' She began to back away, her vision getting blurry. Stuart blinked at her slowly, then staggered to his feet. His stance was hunched slightly and tall, lanky as ever and off; many wouldn't think twice about this man possibly being fragile and weak, but Nudoru caught a glimpse of his shadow on the sidewalk of which they stood, it was an impregnable imprint.

'He is my target.'

A/N: Again, I'm really sorry.

*Tasukete - Help

*Daredesuka - Is anyone there?

*Onegaishimasu - Please

*Chotto - Hey!

*Watashi wo koko ni iru - I'm in here!

*Watashi o koko kara nukedasu - Get me out of here!

*Teki - Enemy!