Chapter Three

The Deal

"Here, take a seat," Ryan pulled back the swing chair from his computer desk. They appeared to have stepped in to Ryan's living room, because there was a black leather couch, an HD TV and a dining table with wooden chairs around it. There were posters which had pictures on them relevant to the games he plays a lot. The computer screen glow shadowed Ellie's face as she sat down in front of it. The video they had been talking about was up on the screen, and the comments were increasing by the minute.

"Well," Scott flailed his hand in front of the screen. "Read the comments!"

Ellie thwacked his hand away, glaring at him. "Well I can't do that with your fat hand in the way." She let out a sigh and lent forwards, reading the comments.

"Lol, nice neighbour dude. I know where you live."

"Poor girl, it's really early in the morning. Go to bed Cry!"

"^ U want 2 b in his bed"

"^ Who wouldn't?"

"^ I'm a guy, I don't want 2 b in his bed"

"^ You could be gay :*"

"Dude, can you stop reading out the ones that have no relevance to the situation what so ever?"

She heard Scott laugh as he walked away. "Hurry up and read them then!"

She continued on to read the comments, and she was happy to find that some of the comments were scolding them for interrupting her sleep, but the majority were talking about how she was indeed 'grouchy' and whatnot. At one point, her mind wandered to the little icon and the user name, and she grinned inwardly at the fact that she was using Cry's account to look at his own videos.

Oh, the things I could do...

Ryan tapped her shoulder, snapping her back to reality. He smiled at her, his eyebrow raised. "Sooo?"

"Well," Ellie frowned. "The majority of the comments are negative towards me. So, please remove it."

"Awh, c'mon! It's not as if they know who you are!" Ryan whined, flinging his arms in the air. He got on to his knees and gave her the most adorable puppy eyes she'd ever seen. She blinked, staring at him with a surprised expression, before bursting out in to laughter. So much so, that she leaned backwards and fell off of the chair.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Ryan tried to ask innocently, but the grin on his lips told a different story.

"Y-you know damn well what you're doing!" Ellie gasped, sitting back up in the seat. Her white hair fell about her face messily and she had an exasperated expression. "As cute as that was, it can't work on me! I have several siblings."

"That's so not fair," Ryan pouted as Scott wandered back in to the main room.

"Has she seen sense and decided to let us keep it up?"

Ellie immediately went back to her stubborn self and shook her head, her arms folded across her chest. I'm meant to be annoyed at them, not having fun. "I don't like what they're saying about me. I didn't mean to be the annoying neighbour. See me as a drama queen or whatever, but I have my rights."

Ryan got off of the floor and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, we know. It's just we've got so many people who like this video. Taking down videos isn't something we do, in case we disappoint fans."

"What's more important, fans or getting arrested?" Ellie deadpanned.

Scott frowned at her. "You'd really call the police?"

Say yes and they'll take down the video... You won't be embarrassed... You can go back to your apartment, play games and talk about the whole ordeal with your friends...

"Yes. I would."

Ryan and Scott looked at each other, a flicker of something shared between them that Ellie could not identify. It was the same look Sebastian had given her when he was at her window, and she did not like it one bit. Scott's expression darkened as he looked away from Ryan and at her. He began walking around to the back of her and stood there with Eleanor's confused gaze stuck on him.

"Were you a vulture in your former life or something?" she asked, raising an eyebrow whilst trying to disguise this sudden feeling of dread.

"Eleanor..." Ryan said quietly. When she looked back to him, she noticed that he almost looked sad as he knelt down in front of her. "We won't- no, we can't take that video down, and we can't let you call the police, either." He looked up at Scott and nodded. Ellie looked over her shoulder and only just then realised that Scott had been holding rope in his hands. Her eyes widened and she looked back at Ryan as Scott began to wrap the rope around her and the chair.

"H-hey, wait a minute- STOP ROPING ME TO THE CHAIR!" she cried out, glaring at Scott and started struggling against it. She kicked out her leg and caught Ryan on the knee, causing his to fall backwards and hit his head against the floor. Groaning and with his hand on his head, he sat up and looked up at her. She froze when she saw the intensity of his stare.

Are his eyes... glowing?

That was her last thought before something hard made contact with her head, and her mind swam in to darkness.

ooOoo

Where... Where am I?

Ellie opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurry and unsteady. She closed them again, much preferring darkness to the weird world beyond her eyelids. The right side of her head was sore and she could feel something restricting the area she can breathe.

Attempting to open her eyes once more, her vision cleared a little and she could make out a lit lamp. Her muscles felt stiff, and as she tried to move and stretch them, she realised that the constriction to her breathing was the cause of a thick rope wrapped around her chest and arms, pinning them to her sides. She frowned and with some struggle, she managed to sit up.

Where am I- WHY AM I ON A BED?

Her blue eyes stared nervously at the light green bed sheet she was sitting on. She appeared to be in someone's bedroom. This is a bit... creepy.

The light walls were lined with neatly placed posters of what appeared to be fan art. Next to the bed she was on sat a bedside table with a grey lamp on it- someone clearly had OCD. Ellie noted with a raised eyebrow as she looked at the labelled drawers. There was a small, leather book next to the lamp with a sign on the cover which read "Cry".Huh, so this is Cry's- I mean Ryan's room.

Wait a minute... Have I been... Kidnapped by my favourite youtuber?

Ellie stared, dumbfounded, at the closed door of the bedroom for what seemed like forever. Her mind had gone completely blank, rejecting the ridiculous thought of being kidnapped by someone you watch every day. She was still stuck in her blank phase when the door creaked open, and a head topped with tousled brown hair appeared.

"Hey, Eleanor?" Ryan asked quietly. He nearly sweatdropped when he realised that she was staring off in his direction, and he entered the room fully. "Hello..?" Ryan walked cautiously up to her, making sure to make himself quite visible, in hope that she would notice him and snap out of her odd state.

He placed a hesitant hand on to her shoulder, and he was about to wave a hand in front of her face when she suddenly snapped her head round to face him and head butted him square on the forehead.

"CREEP!" she screeched, using her legs to scramble away from him and fall to the floor with a thud.

"Ugh... Wha-?!" Ryan abruptly got to his feet, his hand on his head, and staggered over to her. "Why the hell did you do that?!" he yelled, glaring down at her crumpled, tied up form.

"What do you mean why?! You knocked me out and tied me up! WHY AM I IN YOUR BEDROOM!" Ellie closed her eyes as she yelled back at him, her head swimming with rage. She clenched her fists and began to struggle against her restraints, the rope digging in to her flesh painfully.

"H-hey stop doing that, you'll hurt yourself!" Ryan exclaimed, forgetting about his throbbing head and kneeling beside her. He put his hand on her shoulder again and pushed her back against the floor in an attempt to stop her hurting herself.

"What the-" the back of her head made contact with the floor and she whimpered, a single tear managing its way past her defences and trickling down her cheek. Ryan's eyes widened as he watched the salty tear drop's journey down her face and quickly wiped it away before it met her chin.

"Hey, don't cry-"

"Shut up." she growled. This is unbelievable... She kept her eyes shut tight, in fear of more tears escaping. Her head hurt like hell from when she got hit, head butted Ryan, and just now. What on earth was happening?

They were both silent as Ellie attempted to hold back her whimpering with Ryan's forceful hand on her shoulder. He had a pained expression on his face, though not from his head. He felt terrible for doing this to her, but it had to be done.

He started moving, and shuffled around so that he was at her side. Sliding his arms underneath her back and legs, he began to lift her up gently, bridal style.

"What are doing-"

"Just be quiet. If you talk, I'll drop you." he mumbled and walked back over to the bed. He set her down carefully with her head on the pillow and then went to look through his drawers. She watched him with a frown etched on to her forehead, her white hair a mess around her. He straightened up again, and in his hand was a small flick knife.

Ellie's eyes widened and she started struggling again, her eyes snapping shut. She felt a slight tugging at the rope around her, and she opened on of her eyes. She froze mid-thrash and watched him as the ripped through the thick rope that was constricting her with the flick knife. He almost smirked when he noticed her staring at him intently with those blue orbs.

As the last of the rope was cut, Eleanor let out a long sigh and slumped down in to the soft duvet covers and pillows.His bed is so comfy, she took note subconsciously. Bu-aaauugh! Eleanor McGregor! Banish those thoughts!

A light blush dusted her cheeks and she moved her head to a side so that her white hair covered her face. Ryan raised an eyebrow at her, and widened his eyes slightly as he caught a glimpse of her blush right before it was covered. He put a hand to his mouth and smothered his laugh. What on earth is she blushing about? He asked himself.

Sitting bolt upright, Ellie folded her arms across her chest. "Ryan, I'd appreciate it if I was let go. If you honestly don't want me to call the police – which I was joking about, by the way, why would I call the police about such a mere matter? Then I wont. You did NOT have to tie me up and knock me out in order to know that." Her cold glare was back and she sent it towards Ryan, who shivered slightly at her sudden mood swing.

"Come now, Eleanor," Ryan laughed sheepishly. "I think we both know that this has gone all too far for us to just 'let you go'..."

"I don't see why not!" She yelled at him, her anger building once again. She opened her mouth to yell again when the door to his bedroom burst open.

"Ryan, what the hell is going on in he- Oh," a tall, slender man entered the room with an annoyed expression. "She's awake."

Sebastian, she scowled inwardly, no doubt he's apart of this too.

"Yes, I'm awake. Thank you for noticing." she spat, getting up from Ryan's bed. "Was someone else's bedroomreally the only ideal place you could put me after they knocked me out?"

"I assure you that it was the most convenient at the time..." he said, his slender, ebony eyebrow raising slightly at her attitude. "We didn't know you'd make such a riot about it."

Eleanor stalked up to him, a glare that could kill aiming right at those amber eyes. "I'm terribly sorry for disrupting you whilst you're probably thinking up ways of performing more preposterous acts."

Sebastian's lips lifted in a small smirk as his eyes studied her expression. Her glare, dishevelled white hair and faintly blushed cheeks was quite the picture, and he fount himself staring at her intensely. Ryan shuffled uncomfortably as he noticed Sebastian's sudden interest in her, and stood at her right shoulder.

"Sebastian," he said blankly. The ebony haired man coughed lightly and averted his gaze.

"Sorry," he muttered as he took a step towards Eleanor. He placed his fingers on her chin and lifted her head up slightly, half heartedly returning the glare he was receiving. "I want you to know that it was you who brought this upon yourself. If you hadn't been so nosey, you wouldn't be in this situation right now Miss McGregor."

"Well excuse me for acting on my own privacy," she hissed through clenched teeth. She tore her face away from him and turned around so that her back was facing him. She kept her arms stubbornly crossed over her chest and risked a glance at Ryan, who's attention was fixated on Sebastian.

They seemed to be having a stare-off of some sort, for Ellie heard no further conversation, and neither of them had left the room. Just as she was thinking that, she saw Ryan opening his mouth to speak.

"I'd appreciate it if you two at least did me one favour and left now." she said before Ryan could speak.

"Hey! This is MY room!" Ryan protested with a pout.

"Yeah, but who put me in here? Hmm? Get out." she waved a hand at them angrily, keeping her backs turned to them.

Sebastian stared at her back for a moment before turning and swiftly leaving. He let Ryan walk past him as he stood outside the bed room door. What an intriguing little brat...

((Author's Note))

Sorry, it took a while for me to drag myself away from anime to get on with this chapter. Can you blame me? Fairy Tail is so damn good.

((Author's Note End))