A/N: Hey guys! I'm finally back with Chapter 2. I'm sorry it took so long...I expected it to be out like a week after the first chapter, but it's been almost a month, haha.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Hatsune Miku...sadly. ;w;
I hope you enjoy it!
His life was going down the drain second by second. Kiku sat there silently, resting against the cool leather of the seats. It seemed as if they had been traveling forever. The car sped along toward his new home - the home he dreaded to go to. He hadn't slept at all in the past 48 hours, and he was beyond exhausted. That didn't matter to him, though. What mattered was that Kiku was scared of seeing the man again. The man that had ruined his life. Would being in an asylum make the man go away? Kiku tried to hope for the best, even if the outlook was grim.
He leaned over to get the last few glances of the outside world before his freedom was taken away. He would miss the blue sky, the sunset and sunrise, and most of all he would miss being free. His eyes gathered in everything as the car kept speeding along. He went to roll the window down to get fresh air, but he was stopped when the man next to him grabbed his arm, yelling, "Don't touch anything, you psycho."
"Hey! I'm not a psycho," Kiku shot back. He assumed that the man was a guard for the asylum.
"That's what they all say," he replied, laughing. Kiku would have to get used to being told that.
It was only a few minutes later that they reached the tall iron gates of the asylum. They were checked by another guard, who gave them the clear to keep going. Kiku felt sick...this was it. His last few moments of freedom were winding down. He looked out the window once again to see that they were approaching a large, brick building.
Kiku's first impression was that it looked like it had been taken out of a horror movie. It was boring and ugly on the outside, it made him cringe to think that this was where he was being forced to go.
The car screeched to a halt, and Ivan the doctor opened Kiku's door. "Hello, Kiku, welcome to your new home," he said with a cheerful-yet-creepy smile.
Kiku looked up at him defiantly and spat in his face, "I won't stand for this!"
The smile faded from the doctor, who just stepped aside, letting Kiku be pushed out of the car and forced forward towards the doors. He followed them with Kiku's bags. Kiku started to flail his arms and legs around, kicking at the guards. No one was fazed by the Japanese man's sudden acting up, they just stood there expressionlessly. Soon he was being lifted off the ground and carried to his room.
"Let me go! I'm not crazy!" Kiku screamed at them, trying to break out of the guards grips. After no success, Kiku let his body slump down. As they entered the building, he noticed the heavy bars on the windows and the doors; the guards even had clubs and tasers. He was horrified - it looked like a prison!
The guards let go of him once he was calm, pushing Kiku into a bland, grey room. The guards took Kiku's bag, and threw everything out of it. "What are you doing with my clothes?" Kiku asked, greatly puzzled.
"You won't need them, here's your new outfit," one of them sneered at Kiku, throwing a plain grey jumpsuit.
"Well...at least let me keep Hatsune Miku!" Kiku said, pointing to the doll that the guard was holding. They shrugged, and threw the plush toy at Kiku. At least he had gotten to keep her...
A doctor soon entered to check Kiku's height, weight, and fit Kiku with a tracking device. He cringed when it was strapped onto his ankle. There went his freedom... Why hadn't Kiku fought it?
Kiku sat on the hard bed, with his chin resting on his knees. He looked around the squeezed room; the concrete walls blanched white color, the small metal table and chair, and the iron bed and its uncomfortable mattress. As he looked at the only thing left from his past, the Hatsune Miku doll, he sighed. The heavy pain of reality hung over him.
He wished that he could be free, not locked in there. However, the secure metal door kept him in there, with no hope of ever escaping. There was also his new ankle tracker. He didn't know what it did if it went off, but he really didn't want to find out.
Before he had entered his room, a secretary had told him the rundown of the schedule. At 6:00 PM they would be let out for dinner, which ended at 7:30. At 7:30 AM they would be woken up for breakfast, and they would be able to walk around the various places the asylum had to offer until lunch, which was at noon. They would be under watch 24/7 (except in the bathroom or showers), much to Kiku's discomfort. He didn't want to be watched all the time!
Kiku closed his eyes, it was so boring. How was he even going to get by day to day? If he could hardly stand a hour in here, how would he survive? The only good part was that he still hadn't seen the man. Maybe even he was bored of this stupid place, too.
Interrupting his thoughts, a voice came through the speaker, "Dinner time for all patients."
There was a sound of clicking locks, filling the hall. Kiku slowly rose from the bed, and pushed open the door. Was this the time to run?
Again, his plan went down the drain as he saw that lining the hall were the guards, watching everyone critically.
Kiku just followed along as all of the people filed into the dining hall, grabbing the trays set out. He found an empty table to sit at, and began to pick at his food. His nose scrunched up as he looked at it.
Suddenly, a figure sat down next to him, making Kiku jump in surprise.
"Hey, dude! You look lonely, so Alfred F. Jones is here at your service!" the person said in a booming voice, laughing obnoxiously. Alfred had blonde hair, with a stubborn strand hanging over his forehead. Behind the glasses were excited blue eyes. "So, what's your name?"
"Hello...Alfred. I'm Kiku Honda," he replied quietly. Out of all the people Kiku had seen so far, Alfred looked the happiest. Kiku wondered how he was so happy in this place.
Alfred gave him a scrutinizing look, his eyebrows furling together. "What are you in here for?" he asked in a whisper.
"I don't know why I'm here."
"You can tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone! Pinky promise!" Alfred held out his pinky finger and laughed again, this time even more obnoxiously - if that was even possible. "Ya' kill someone? Pyromaniac?"
Alfred gave off an aura of trustworthiness, even if he turned out to be overly-cheerful. Kiku sighed and spoke, "I see this man, but no one believes me."
"Aw...I thought you were a pyro," he said, giving a fake frown before his usual smile popped back up and pointed to himself, "That's what I am!"
Interrupting their conversation, a high-pitched scream rippled through the dining hall. Everyone turned to see a figure with black hair freaking out, electricity flowing through their body. Kiku looked at the male in horror as the current continued to shock him, making him scream in pain.
"Oh God," Kiku gasped, whispering to Alfred, "Why is no one helping him?"
"Trust me, I wish I could help him," he replied in a sad voice, "that's Im Yong Soo, he's from South Korea. He does this a lot. This place figures the only way to make him stop flipping out is to set off the anklet."
Kiku looked back to the Korean, feeling pity for him as the guards took the club and bludgeoned Yong Soo. The screaming stopped as the electric current stopped, leaving the figure motionlessly laying on the ground. A few guards dragged him out of the dining room, and soon everyone started talking again.
"Why did the guard hit him like that? He didn't seem to be doing anything wrong."
Alfred sighed, "If there is one thing you should know, it is that the guards here are freaking pyschos, too. Don't mess with them, they will hit you."
Kiku nodded, looking back down at his food.
"Aren't you going to eat, Kiku?" Alfred said, changing the subject, "Trust me - the food is not as bad as it looks. Not as good as McDonald's, of course...but it's edible."
Kiku laughed, and took a bite. At least he had one friend in the midst of the gloom.
"Get up everyone!" someone yelled through the speakers. The doors clicked open, letting the patients travel to the dining hall again.
Kiku yawned, and got up. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night - his first night at the asylum. However, he was grateful that the strange man hadn't appeared. As he trudged down the hall, half-asleep, he felt someone come up behind him; it was Alfred.
"Hey, Kiku! How'd you sleep?" he asked, cheerful as ever.
"Not very well," Kiku said, smoothing out his ruffled black hair.
"You look terrible," Alfred said, scratching his head.
"Gee, thanks..." Kiku said, giving a slight sigh.
As soon as breakfast was over, the patients went their separate ways to wander around the building or the gardens until lunch. In the afternoon they were required to stay in their rooms unless otherwise told. Since they had anklets and the fences all had barbed wire, there was no chance of them escaping. However, instead of going to wander around, Kiku had an appointment to see his new counselor.
The guards led him through the asylum until they reached a hallway full of offices. The first door was where the counselor was. The door opened, and Kiku was pushed in. The guards stood by the door, closing it. Kiku stood there for a moment, alone.
He looked around to see that it was actually nicely furnished, unlike all of the other places he had seen in the asylum. Pictures of what seemed to be London hung neatly on the walls, and in front of him was a large wooden desk and leather chair.
From another door entered another man, dressed in a crisp button up and nice pants. He had messy blonde hair and thick eyebrows. Kiku froze when he looked into the mans startling green eyes. He had seen them a million times before, even though he had never seen the man before.
"You are Kiku Honda, I assume?" he said in an English accent.
"I-I...uh, yes," Kiku felt dizzy; he could barely make a coherent sentence.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Arthur Kirkland, your new counselor here," the Briton sat down in the leather chair, opening the folder. He pointed to a metal chair in front of the desk, "Please sit down."
Kiku made his way robotically to the chair, plopping down on it with a thud. His head was spinning, he could hardly make out what was being said.
"Now, I see you-"
Oh God, Kiku could barely see.
"-and you say you see-"
Kiku was starting to feel nauseous.
"-tell me?"
What was he even saying? Kiku's head was hurting so bad.
"Did you get that?" Arthur asked, looking at the Japanese man in confusion, "Are you ok?"
Kiku looked up, horrified. The man was standing behind Arthur. He went to stand and scream, but he was paralyzed as everything went black.
The next thing Kiku knew, he woke in his bed with a feeling of dread. What had happened to him back at the counselor's office? Why had he felt dizzy? Arthur Kirkland...that name seemed so familiar, yet Kiku couldn't remember where he recognized it from.
There were a few knocks on his door before it was pushed open by Alfred. Kiku went to sit up quickly, but was stopped when the nausea came back.
"Yo, dude! What happened to you?" Alfred asked, sitting down in the chair at Kiku's desk. "I saw you being carried back here."
"Alfred! What are you doing in here?" Kiku asked, ignoring the questions.
"The doors are still unlocked, and I am skipping lunch," Alfred said, calm for once.
"How long did I sleep?" Kiku asked, startled.
"About a day."
"Oh my..." Kiku said, slowly sitting up and running his hand through his dark hair.
"So, what happened to you?"
"I must have passed out at the counselor's office," he said, looking around nervously. The strange man wasn't there.
"Kirkland's? Jeez, that guy's a pill," Alfred said, rolling his eyes.
"Why? What's wrong with him?"
"I'm not a big fan," he said, shrugging and laughing. Alfred averted his eyes to the Hatsune Miku plush sitting atop Kiku's desk, and he picked it up, letting out a loud laugh. "What is this, a doll?"
Kiku grabbed Miku away from Alfred. "Hey! That's Hatsune Miku! She's my friend..." he said, looking down in embarrassment.
After letting out another round of laughs, Alfred got up, waving goodbye, "Woah, I gotta get back to my room! See ya, Kiku!"
The door was shut, leaving Kiku alone, once again. He sighed, leaning back against the hard cement wall. He looked where the door had just closed, and gasped.
No. It couldn't be him. He was standing there, looking down at Kiku with his cold eyes. Kiku backed up the end of the bed, his eyes wide in terror. "W-who...are you?" Kiku screamed, he couldn't mask the fear in his shaky voice.
The man tilted his head, and gave Kiku a little smile. "Who am I, you ask?" the man said, his voice dripping with some kind of anger.
The man slowly pressed forward, getting on the bed with Kiku. His cold hands grabbed Kiku's wrists tightly, pressing him against the wall. Kiku's stomach flipped, though he made no movement in fear. The man smiled again, his face dangerously close to Kiku's. "Hello Kiku."
A/N: Hopefully next chapter will be out soon! It will probably be more than a week before I write it, because I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow...so I'll be offline for a few days. -cries-
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