You alreay know damn well I don't own the series or the original plot idea. Now we get Light's sister, Sayu, into the picture. Let's begin. Yet other chapter beta-read by the


Slam!

Eyes wide, I searched for the source of the noise, which had interrupted my sleep. 'Anyone ever hear of knocking?' I couldn't help but think as I groggily sat up. I quickly focused on the door, which closed once again. There appeared to be no other people in the room except for me and…a girl lying on the floor, bound and gagged. Well, talk about surprises! To say the least, I was now fully awake and quickly untied the ropes on my feet and treaded carefully to where she lay.

'Is she dead?' I wondered. The girl was pale and I could tell she was having trouble breathing. Panic formed in my stomach, she wasn't dead was she? A selfish thought creeped into my head, but I quickly ignored it. With trembling hands, I grasped her wrist, nervously looking for her pulse.

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Ah! There it was. I quickly concluded she had been merely knocked out. 'Just like me.' She was a pretty girl with creamy skin and dark wavy hair. Her face was an innocent one, but judging from her figure, I could tell she was older than her face proclaimed.

"Why aren't you tied up?" I jumped when I heard the voice of the guy from before. 'Note to self, learn how to enhance your senses.' Slowly, I turned around to meet his furious gaze. "The… " I looked around quickly, trying to come up with a believable excuse. "Ropes! I mean the rope weren't tied properly. So they came undone when I moved." I lied, hoping he wouldn't catch the slight twitch of my eye. I hated lying. Then again…

"Really?" the blond drawled, an amused and cruel tone danced in his voice, "So that knife over there had nothing to do with you?" I turned my head to look in the direction that he pointed in. My knife was lying on the ground next to the ropes. 'Fuck! Why did I leave the knife right next to the ropes?' Panicked, I forced myself to meet his amused and cruel gaze.

"What's that on your mouth?" He spoke suddenly. The question caught me off guard, what did I have on my face? Nasty, stale, bitter- chocolate, of course! I lifted up my hand and rubbed at my mouth. When it came back to me I noticed that, yes, there had been chocolate on my face. Can you say careless? I'm really spacey today. "Well Mr. Scary-Blond-Guy, it appears that your floor infected me with dirt."

'Mental high five!' I subtly moved my head to mock the movement with a strange smile, not caring how crazy I must have looked.

Before he could say anything else, a muffled groan alerted me of the girl; who had been previously motionless. I carefully walked over to her, while keeping an eye on the blond. You never know what jumpy blonde-haired people can do. She carefully opened her eyes and stared at me confusedly as I smiled and helped her sit up. Her hands and feet were tied in the same as mine were. I reached for the back of her head, where I knew the knot to the gag would be.

"What are you doing?" the blond haired male sneered, taking a few steps toward us in a threatening manner. "I'm taking off the gag," I answered, equally annoyed. The blond huffed but was obviously okay with my suggestion.

The girl groaned one final time before realizing her mouth was free and began to speak. "What's going on? Where am I?"

"Are you going to do your scary kidnapper speech like you did with me, Blondie?" I mocked, and he growled, sent me an intense glare, before turning his attention to the girl, who was now sitting up and trying to remove her bounds with much failure. I quickly walked away to watch from afar.

"Hello Sayu Yagami." The blond began to speak; a triumphant smirk adorned his face. He took a bite of his chocolate bar.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" The girl, Sayu, shakily spoke. She was obviously nervous, and I couldn't blame her, it wasn't a party, getting kidnapped. 'By a questionable person who thinks every girl is Sayu.' I rolled my eyes at the typical questions that she had asked, why did all the hostages ask the same questions? I hadn't asked those! Did that mean I wasn't a hostage? 'Well, I sure as hell ain't a stupid one.' I released a laugh; I'm acting as if I'm not a hostage myself.

The blond glared in my direction and I could see the girl follow his movement. "I am Mello," He, Mello, took another bite out of his chocolate bar, making my stomach quench in jealousy and hunger. "You have been taken because we need The Notebook."

"So…your name is Mello?" I asked from across the room. He ignored me and focused on Sayu who spoke softly, and I strained to listen in. I kept getting fragments so I gave up after a while. It wasn't until Mello was in front of me that I realized that Sayu was knocked out again.

"When are you going to let me go?" I asked, hope filling my insides. They had the right girl now, there was no need to keep me here any longer. Right? Mello smirked and said, "You aren't going anywhere."

"What!" I fumed, "Why not?"

"There is no way that I can just let you leave," Mello said darkly, "You know too much. Outside sources may get information out of you."

"I don't even know what made you kidnap me! I don't even know where we are!" I urged. It was all true; I knew nothing except for the fact that they wanted 'The Notebook' Mello shook his head, his features betraying the seriousness of the situation, "We are going to have to kill you."

"Why?" I exclaimed, already there were gruesome pictures of my misfortune playing in my mind. There was no way I was going to be killed over nothing! I shook my head fiercely and announced, "Fuck that. You're not killing me."

"What makes you think you can decide?" Mello drawled, an pleased expression reclaiming his features once again. "In case you have yet to notice, you are the hostage here, and therefore, in a disadvantage." I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "If it means I get to live, I'm staying here."

"No you're not." Mello said sharply, looking like he wanted to hit me. "Like I said-"

"Yes I am," I yelled back in frustration, cutting him off. I would much rather stay here and live than be executed because of some stupid notebook. To make my point, I stood up and went for my stuff, which lay safely on the floor. Once I shoved everything back into the small bag, I strung it over my shoulder and looked pointedly back at him with added swagger in my steps. "You're going to let me stay here," I said convincingly.

"What makes you think I will follow along with your little plan?" Mello hissed at me, his face contorting to that of a wild animal. He crossed his arms over his chest. I held up two fingers and said, "Then I'm going to give you two choices."

"Really?" he mocked, and took a bite of his chocolate bar. "One," I began, narrowing my eyes at Mello, "I stay here, alive, until you trust me enough to know that I won't say anything about this," I gave a moody smile. "Or two, you die and I leave to tell the tale to the police."

As soon as those words were out of my mouth, my hands quickly flew to the knife in my pocket and pressed it snugly to Mello's smooth throat. However, not all things were in my favor, because at the same time Mello drew a gun from out of nowhere and pressed it to my temple. He grinned at me as he cocked the gun, "I'm sure you know that my bullet is faster than your knife."

"Pull the trigger and I cut your neck" I hissed out. I applied more pressure to his neck; making drops of blood roll down from it. It was a matter of speed now. I knew that there was no way I could move fast enough to evade his bullet.

He grinned at my challenge and began to slowly press the trigger, making the soft cricks toy with my ears. I reacted quicker than I thought possible and launched at him, pushing him down in my wake as I raced to the door, which I dearly hoped, would be unlocked. A shot rang through the room, fizzing by me as I reached the door. I crashed against it and thankfully, it swung open.

I raced through the unfamiliar surroundings, taking turns here and there, tripping as I heard the sound of bullets sometimes near and sometimes far. As I took a sharp turn I crashed into something, or rather, someone. We both fell with a thud, me on top of him, and I couldn't help but groan at the impact. My head and leg hurt like hell. As I tried to stand up, I realized that not only was my leg hurt, but it was impaled by my knife. I suppose that's why parents tell their children not to run with scissors, huh?

I painfully looked down to the person underneath me. I couldn't help but let my eyes widen. He had red hair and wore orange tinted goggles. "Awesome goggles!" I exclaimed. Even thought I was running for my life and had a knife in my leg that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate cool accessories.

"Uh…thanks." The guy groaned and attempted to sit up, so I quickly rolled off of him. "Who are you?" he asked once I was off. "Oh sorry, how rude of me. I'm Tira and you are?" I asked, trying to stand up but the knife in my leg denied my command.

"Matt," he supplied, looking down at me confusedly. "Hi Matt," I replied and noticed his gaze, "Before you ask, I'll tell you. This blond guy named Mello accidentally kidnapped me. I'm running because I held a knife to his neck and started making threats and I crashed into you so there is a knife stuck in my leg," I expressed happily.

"Okay…" Matt sighed, ruffled his hair and began looking for his PSP which he had dropped on impact.

"Can you help find my game?" I asked worriedly, I couldn't possibly hope to escape without any form of entertainment on me even if it was dead. "I dropped it when I ran into you." As if by magic, he seemed interested in helping me. Even thought I hated to ask for help it was obvious that I wasn't going to make my grand escape with a knife stuck in my leg. Standing was getting harder to do and my leg couldn't take too much weight so I had to lean on Matt for support. He grumbled something that I didn't catch, my vision began to swim, and it was then that I noticed a pool of my blood forming underneath me. To say the least, I met with darkness once again. 'Hello again old friend.'

When I came to the first thing I noticed is the softness underneath of me. I threw a blanket off me and tried to stand up. A sharp pain ran up my thigh and I remembered the happenings that led up to the knife embedding itself into my leg. My long skirt was pushed up in a rather lewd manner for some reason. Looking down at my thigh in the same spot were the knife had been, there was wrapped with a large white bandage. I was alone and it was dark, but I was sure that I wasn't in the dungeon room I had been kept in before.

With my mind set on finding out some answers, I limped out bed and across the room to investigate. Hopefully, I would be able to find something to eat as my stomach complained its empty state. I limped around for a small while, peaking into empty rooms and hanging on the walls for support. It wasn't too soon that I found a room with people in it. There were two people in the room, both male, and they were staring right at me. I recognized them as Matt and Mello. "Hey buds," I said hesitantly. "What's up?" I limped further into the room.

"What are you doing here?" Mello glared, "I thought our door was locked." He glared at Matt, who only shrugged. "I came to investigate," I clarified. "Seeing that I woke up alone in a creepy room with a bandage on my leg." Mello grumbled something under his breath that I didn't catch. "Besides, your friend here was kind enough to help me out when I passed out, unlike you." I limped over to where Matt was sitting and gave him a thank-you hug, which he awkwardly returned.

"Thanks. I owe you one." I said softly. "You're welcome." He nodded at me when I detached myself from him. With a smile I turned around to face Mello, who was silently watching my interaction with Matt, he frowned.

"Now I have to stay here," I chirped happily. "Why?" Mello sneered, his expression read: over my dead body. "I have to let my leg heal, remember?" I toyed, "Seeing as you didn't kill me in my sleep, you're letting me live, right? So we're roomies now!" That said, I limped over to the couch that Mello occupied and took a seat.

It was then that I noticed the many bars of chocolate that were carefully placed into columns on the coffee table in front of me. Overjoyed and ravenous from hunger, I picked up a bar and ignoring the death-ogle I was getting from Mello, I undressed the lovely chocolate and took a huge bite. I propped my leg up on table, making sure the skirt fell back down to cover my legs. Slowly, I leaned back and let out a happy sigh. 'I think I'm going to like it here.'


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