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Giotto blearily opened his eyes. He was so distorted, and hasn't exactly conscious. "W-what…?" he mumbled in a complete daze. He was on a cold wet floor, in a dark room. The air was moist and musty. When he came to his senses, which meant the equivalent to waking up on a Monday for school, he became more aware of his surroundings. The floor seemed to be made of stone, and although he couldn't see, the room seemed to be about the size of a slightly larger than average shed. The he remembered. "Oh yeah… yesterday…" he mumbled solemnly.

The last thing he could remember before completely blacking out was the pained screams of his sister. Just the thought of her screams haunted him. In fact he was pretty sure Ofelia's screams would haunt him for a good portion of his life. If only he had done something. But what would he have done. Maybe if he had listened to the voice in his head that told him someone was approaching him. Wait, wait, wait, wait...wait. Voice… oh god I'm going mad! He began to freak out. "Gah!" he yelled in frustration. Why was life so complicated. Why was anything complicated for that matter. He was supposed to be the average, run of the mill middle class kid. He was supposed to be smart, kind, and well average. Not some hostage for the most dangerous group in the world, and a crazy kid who hears voices in his head. Wait a minute...hostage? "How could I forget!" He began to hyperventilate. "I just turned 13, I'm not ready to die," he whined hysterically.

His thoughts were interrupted by a creak. It kinda sounded like rusty metal. "Oh so you're awake," a smooth voice spoke out from the darkness. Light foot steps echoed through the void.

Giotto couldn't sense where the person was coming from. But he had heard this voice before…. Where did it come from? It hit him like a ton of bricks. It was that guy, the one who knocked him out. Giotto began to struggle but found his hand were bound by, chains?

Panic began to bubble in his chest as he struggled harder, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't break free. Bile began to rise up his throat as he fought the urge to barf. Silent tears began to trickle innocently down his face.

There was an eerie chuckle. "Struggle as you wish but you'll never break free. Too weak, to naive. You should have run when you had the chance."

The voice was right he should have ran. Even if he might be going crazy he should have listened to the voices in his head. He should have done something, anything. Maybe he should have punched the guy the first time, maybe kicked him in the uprights. Maybe he should have stayed where he was. No, they would have probably scoured the town for him. Maybe he should have ran, ran far, far away. Yeah that sounded just about right. His sister, his parents, his friends. Just why does everyone put so much trust in me. I mess up half the time, I don't even have any noticeable talents. He was most likely one of the less useful people. But people still wanted to be around him and asked him for advice. They helped him and gave him gifts. He loved everyone in his city. They loved him. But all he brought them was trouble. Maybe now that he's gone they'll have less troubles.

Why was life so unfair? He began whimpering broken prayer as if the omniscience could help him. " Oh dear kami-sama, Dio, God, Zeus, Athena, Allah, Khoda, Jah, Gott, Dieu, Theos, Dievas, somebody help me."

The footsteps came to a halt. "Oh, praying to the beings that aren't really there are we?" Giotto could hear the pure amusement in the voice. Like the person was mocking him. Giotto growled in response. He wouldn't be sending desperate pleas to said 'non-existent beings' if it weren't for him. "Ooh feisty."

I hate him! He finally decided. Yes, a hated a guy who he doesn't know. He wasn't the quick to judge type, but this guy! He puffed up his cheeks and scowled at the other. Although the other probably couldn't see it, it didn't matter. His scowl would probably look like a pout anyhow. He went from praying for his life to being as defiant as a puffy bird. "W-who are you?" he tried to ask in as much confidence as possible but it came out as a squeak. There was no answer. "I-i a-asked a question?!" he whined. "Answer me!" he whined loudly like a spoiled brat. "Answer me, answer me, ANSWER ME!" he screamed. When Giotto's mad he had a tendency to act like an annoying rich brat who didn't get what he wanted… to the extreme. In other words, throw a tantrum. Still no answer. Strange, usually when he threw tantrums people would comply to his commands as soon as possible. That or be driven to madness.

Very few souls, very brave souls, tried to endure Giotto's tantrums. Lets just say they are most likely wearing a straitjacket in a very white and very isolated room in an asylum on a very stark and barren wasteland of a very abandoned island.

No answer, no freakin answer. Giotto was getting fed up with this guy. First he knocks him out. Then chains him in a prison. Then mock him. Now this guy is immune to his tantrums. Is he human! Giotto was in the middle of his mental rant when a dark chuckle resounded through the room. The chuckle was dark and sent shivers down his spine. He shrunk and let out a scared whimper. A clear sign of vulnerability. "Kuso," he quietly cursed.

The person began to hum. "Seems like you're a bit bipolar, ne?" The voice asked in a disappointment. Giotto didn't answer.

"Wh-what do you w-want from me?" he asked desperately after what seemed like hours.

"I don't want something from you, I want you."

"E-excuse me?"

"Please don't make me repeat myself. You heard me the first time."

"B-but i'm i-innocent!"

"Who said you did anything?"

"Then why a-am I-I i-in a cell? And ch-chained!"

"So you won't escape. You're gonna work with me and my team. But until you see our way then you'll be stuck here."

"Why meeee?!"

"Cause you're basically an idol. You're very famous, even outside Kameeraska."

Giotto paused. Me...famous. "Uh you might have the wrong person." Giotto completely denied he was famous. He was normal… for the most part. Sure he was popular, but the normal type of popular. What would I even be famous for?

"Believe it or not you are quite the persuasive figure. And you kindness is known abroad."

"Yeah right." Giotto refused to believe it. He didn't remember doing anything special. All he does is be himself. A useless door mat who was sometimes an annoying little fuck. "You expect me to believe you!" he yelled in anger. "All I am is a useless pushover who can't do anything right. Who is nothing but a temperamental brat. So i don't know who this person you're looking for is but… it's not me. But he sounds amazing." Giotto fell silent as he thought of himself. Yeah… nothing much. Just me. He smiled sadly at the thought. I have to admit it would be nice to be that kind of person.

The other laughed at that. "Oh what a gem! You really think that lowly of yourself?"

Before Giotto could answer he felt something on his cheek. Something, something…. something, wet? It kinda felt like when his mom kisses him on the forehead when he wakes on his cheek.

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Giotto fainted.

"Well that was unexpected."

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