Old Pen Name: ReBeL iDiOt
New Pen Name: Artificial Bomb

AB: Just so there is no confusion, the story isn't going to continue from Amy's point of view. It's just going to be regular. I find it easier that way I won't have to follow Amy around all the time.

It's like being locked up in a jail cell only worse, thought Shadow as he found himself strapped in a chair with what appeared to be seatbelt buckles. That had been for trying to escape three times out the window while Amy was in the kitchen fetching for bandages, food, and such. Now she was giving him no mercy.

"How are we doing, Shadow?" she asked, coming into the living room with a bowl of soup.

He grumbled, his eyelids drooping tiredly. She walked over to him, bowl in one hand and spoon in the other, and kneeled in front of him. He cocked his eyebrow in a perplexed expression but was taken aback as she shoved a spoonful of hot, steaming soup in his mouth.

"What are you—"

"Hush up. Don't stress out, just relax," she said, dipping the spoon back into the bowl.

"I'm not hungry," he said in a rugged voice.

"Sure you are, you haven't eaten in who knows how long," she said shoving another spoonful in his mouth.

He growled.

"Amy I'm serious! I'm fine, okay? Just let me go,"

"No! What if you get hurt again?" she said, a tint of hurt glowing in her green eyes.

He narrowed his eyes for a moment but then relaxed his tensed muscles and sighed.

"I won't, I promise. I've been through much worse," he lied.

"Tell you what," she began, placing the bowl of soup down beside her. "Stay with me… for three days. Until I know you're in a much better condition then I'll let you go,"

Just as Shadow was about to protest he stopped seeing the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Was she really that upset for losing me? he pondered.

Finally, he sighed heavily and nodded his head slowly.

"Fine… I'll stay for three days. No more than that," he said and Amy instantly agreed with a cheerful smile.

"Great! I'll go call the guys up," she said and hurried into the kitchen.

The guys? What is she talking about?

"Wait! Amy!" he called and she came rushing back in quicker than he thought.

"Yes?" she asked with a sweet smile.

"Could you uh… untie me?"

"Why?"

"Well uh… you're telling me to relax and how can I if I'm tied up to a chair?"

Amy's face twisted in disappointment and she agreed to set him free unbuckling the belts.

"Thanks," he mumbled and she strolled back into the kitchen.

He stood up, stretched, and then sat down on the couch. Only something caught his eye; something shiny coming from her room. At first he thought nothing of it but it kept glowing with such a sharp, radiant red that he was too curious not to check it out.

Looking around quickly, he ducked into the room careful not to get caught. Once he entered her room, he noticed that the bright light had dimmed down and was hiding behind shadows. Shadows… behind her dresser. Or was it just an illusion?

Maybe it's in her dresser, he thought opening one drawer.

There was nothing but pink and white summer dresses piled neatly inside.
He tried the next drawer. Sweaters.

His hand motioned down toward the third drawer and half-eager half-frustrated, he pulled it open. He stared down at what was inside, confused, and pulled something out.

In his hands was one of Amy's pink and white frilly panties.

"Shadow!"

Instantly he dropped to the floor, flustered, bumping his head hard against the dresser causing it to shake. He hadn't realized that a pink and black dotted bra fluttered out of the now broken drawer and onto his head. He sat there guiltily with her bra on his head and panties in his hands.

"Um… sorry?"

"Sorry nothing! What do you think you're doing raiding through my drawers?"

Blushing, he dropped her underwear and stood up about to make a run for it but Amy held on to his arm making sure he wouldn't get away.

"Oh no you don't," she said, blushing furiously.

"L-Look, I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Again I ask, what were you doing going through my stuff?" she asked impatiently, brushing the bra off his head.

"I… I… I don't know. I thought I saw something," he said quickly.

"You saw something? In my undergarments!"

"N-No! I didn't know they were in there!"

"What are you talking about! This is my room!" she roared and Shadow flinched.

For a moment Shadow thought he should play sick so that she would sink back into her sweet, overprotective self and come to comfort him.

He walked backwards, dizzily, his eyelids drooping and fell back.

"Ow, I think I have a minor concussion," he said, rubbing the spot on his head that he bumped the dresser with.

Immediately Amy's face softened as she kneeled over him, leaning her face in a little too close to his, according to Shadow.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to get some ice?" she asked and he nodded.

She stood up and hurried into the kitchen while Shadow sat up and rested his head against the wall.

Come to think of it, it was no lie that his head hurt. The swollen spot on his head was throbbing with immense pain.

Maybe I should sleep it off, he thought closing his eyes.

In no time he was fast asleep.

AB: Yoooo! I know I haven't updated in a while and I'm getting yelled it mucho… but ah, you grow used to it :
Anyway, I recommend you check my profile frequently just to see what's up… because every once in a while I DO write in it especially to let you guys know what's happening! Only problem is… NO ONE CHECKS IT! Well what can I say? Just check that out… oh and MYSPACE IS TAKING OVER MY WORLD! I'm usually on every day, not for long, but usually just to check stuff. My myspace url is listed in my profile if you have myspace and would like to add me. Just make sure that if you do friend request me, message me also and tell me that you're from :D would be so much easier. Well thank you guys for your patience and for coping! Hopefully chapter three would be up soon because I have an idea more or less of what's going to happen. Well, later kiddies!