Shugo Chara
The Kidnapper's Girl
New Creation of the original, The Kidnapper
ShellyCullen: Okay, this gets much more exciting later on. I promise!
Ikuto: Eh, who cares?
ShellyCullen: I DO! Hey, anyone hear about ep. 25 of shugo chara Party!? Ikuto comes back ^-^
Ikuto: huh?
ShellyCullen: Where have you been?
Ikuto: In Amu.
Amu: *Throws newspaper at him. PERVERT!!!
ShellyCullen: Whoa, that sounded wrong….. O///O
I'm pretending and that's all I can do
Chapter Three:
The Taking
"I hope you don't plan a long, successful life, bastard." He muttered before heading out.
"I can say the same for you." Was the man's only answer before Ikuto slammed the door shut behind him.
I'm not going to be a coward this time.
I'd repeated that phrase to myself multiple times in my head since the 'incident', yet it didn't seem to sink in. Though weeks had passed since the event, I was still to cautious about my surroundings.
And how long would this last? I asked myself, before sighing. I had to admit the girl in the mirror wasn't taking this well. The dark circles under her eyes seemed to give her a much meaner demeanor than the usual stuck up girl vibe she gave off. Along with the paled face and disheveled hair, it would seem that this girl would fall apart in seconds. It was very difficult to find any part of me in the reflection.
The girl glared, before I avoided the image of myself and turned off the running faucet. I headed outside again; the sky a big gray due to the early morning, before feeling a little nauseous. I contemplated if going inside for a drink would be the right decision, before sighing and heading indoors anyway.
I marched toward the kitchen, nervous butterflies breaking down as I opened up the fridge in order to find some soymilk to calm myself down. Milk always did the trick whenever I got heated, but regular always gave me stomach aches.
I grabbed the glass bottle and poured some of the drink in.
The house was deserted at the moment, mom and dad had both left for a meeting and the maids wouldn't come in until ten. It felt particular quiet as I continued to drink up the beverage, before the doorbell rang.
I put the glass down and wiped my mouth with a napkin. Then, placing the milk back in the fridge, the doorbell rang again.
Geez, impatient.
"I'm coming!" I called to whoever was outside, grabbing my school bag again and walking down the swirled oak staircase. I half jogged to the door, another ring sounding, before I opened it.
Outside, a guy in a denim jumpsuit and baseball cap stood with a red toolbox in his hand. He had ugly tan heavy duty boots on and looked down. I raised an eyebrow, questioning him already.
"Can I help you…sir?" I asked, making sure it really even was a man. The guy nodded, before meeting my gaze, and something was utterly familiar about him. I stood, staring.
"Your sink?"
"Huh?" I asked, trying to figure out what was so familiar about his face. It was like seeing it all over in a dream.
"Your sink." He stated, holding up the tool box, "I'm here to fix it."
"Oh." I stated, opening up the door a little more. Mom had explained that the sink was getting a little rusty. He walked in, and in steps much more reassured than I would have thought a repair man could have. He looked around my house, as if taking it in, before I began again.
"The sinks that way." I gestured with my thumb, and he looked at me again. I blinked, before I saw a flash through his midnight blue eyes.
"Y-You!" I exclaimed, pointing at him. "You're the guy that saved me!" This couldn't be right. My savior, mister good-but-bad was in my house to fix my sink?! How twisted could you get?!
"I think you're mixing me up with someone else." He said promptly, but then the smirk appeared on his features. I lifted my chin.
"Want a bet?" I asked, shutting the door behind him. I quickly made sure no one could be listening in, before leaning toward him. "What are you doing here?!" I whispered, even if I shouldn't have been the one to keep secrets.
"I've told you already. Were you not paying attention?" He asked, rolling his eyes. I glared at him.
"What kind of repair man are you?!" I demanded, annoyed.
"The kind that doesn't like to wait. Now are you going to show me the sink or what?" He barked, irritated as well. I turned on my heel, heading toward the staircase. I could hear his footsteps follow.
"Whatever. It's just in the kitchen, so if you plan to do anything to me, you'll be sorry." I replied, suddenly remembering the rude comment and way he had acted last time. I pointed to the room, before walking out.
"Where are you going?" He called before I could escape. I took a deep breath before turning.
"To school. I have a life, you know." I stated as if it were obvious. In the school uniform I wore, it should have been.
"Well, I'm going to need a signature from the family to pay for all this." He admitted as I rolled my eyes.
"Just put it on my tab and I'll sign whatever later." I explained, still walking to the staircase.
"Which is…?" I groaned, before turning sharply back to him. He didn't wear the hat anymore as he smirked at me, and I was getting the feeling he wanted me to remember that horrible day. I shook the thought off though.
"Put it under Amu Hinamori." He smiled then and I left, without so much as a glance back.
*~*~*~*
"I can't believe we get the field trip today!" Yaya chanted, bouncing in the coach bus fabric seat. I looked out the window, completely dazed.
"Amu?" Yaya called again and I peered at her.
"Huh?" I asked, confused. She pouted.
"You're ignoring Yaya. We're on a field trip! We should be having F-U-N!" She cheered, tossing her hands in the air. I rolled my eyes.
"Right…" I stated, returning to the clear window.
Sometimes Yaya could be quite a mouthful.
The bus started moving then, and the TV's turned on with the movie, Valentines Day playing. Many girls squealed excitedly as the boys groaned.
"Don't you want to visit the museum, Amu-chan?" Yaya asked me halfway through the trip. I thought on that, before answering.
"A room filled with creative artists and critiquing classes? I'd rather not." Not to mention the fact I know nothing about arts history. "How could those people just stare at paintings all day in hopes it'll change? Newsflash! Wall art doesn't move."
Once we arrived, the buses stopped and the classes filed out. When I left the vehicle, I saw Tadase outside.
"T-Tadase?" I called, too flustered to stop myself. He noticed me right away and smiled.
"Ah…Emu, was it?" He asked nervously, obviously knowing it was wrong; but I didn't care. He actually remembered most of it.
"Amu, actually." I corrected and he smiled as if apology. I saw Kukai come out next, punching Tadase in the arm.
"Always get the good ones." He replied, laughing in hysterics again. I rolled my eyes, moving Yaya and I along with the crowd. Our Star class moved to a section of the building.
"Good, everyone is here. Now, stay close! We don't want anyone running off or getting lost. We've provided you all with a map, so if by chance you do lose your way, meet us back at the food court where we will be at two. Come along." Sensei instructed, leading the Freshman class down the long hall and into the building. I stayed with the group, keeping my eyes on the map, and trying to simply absorb the route.
I actually liked art. Despite not being very good at it and my whole bored-out-of-my-mind attitude, I enjoyed looking at the pictures and trying to see what it was or wasn't. I wanted to create something out of nothing like the artists did. To be able to make something so…amazing. It sets me into a frenzy.
Of course, no one knew about my secret obsession, so it was more like I couldn't even face these paintings.
The class stopped and I looked back up to see what was going on.
"Now, I'll let you explore around this area. I don't want you going into any other rooms, so meet toward the entrance again in fifteen minutes."
The children spread like wild fire in the museum and I was finally on my own. I walked up toward a peculiar painting, staring at the wide range of colors and variety. I stared up close, before taking a set back to examine the image. It kind of looked like…a cat.
"That's my favorite."
I turned, and of all people to be standing next to me, was Kukai. He smiled at the picture, before turning to me. I glared.
"And I should care, why…?" I asked, feeling a little rude and snobby at once. He shrugged.
"Just thought I should inform you." He smiled, rather too friendly.
"Yes, because it is my life long dream to hear your opinion on a bunch of artwork." I rolled my eyes, annoyed by this kid, and started walking in the opposite direction. I turned to make sure he wasn't following, and stopped at a nearby bench.
This was hardly fair. I'm on a fieldtrip which I actually wanted to attend and I can't enjoy it because of my stupid character. I shouldn't have to be so inclined to my worry about what everyone else would think, but I couldn't stop this stupid act. Maybe I can get a career in acting.
I shook my head, feeling a mixture of anxiety and annoyance before standing up. In the distance I could hear Yaya calling me.
"AMU-CHAN! Amu! AMU!" She sang, rushing over to my side. I turned, before soda was pushed and soaking through my school uniform.
AGAIN?!
"I-I-I I'm soooooooo sorry, Amu!!!! I didn't mean it! Please don't HATE ME!" Yaya yelled, beginning to bawl in the middle of the exhibit. People looked back at us warily as I tried my best to comfort her.
"I-Its fine, Yaya. Just please don't cry and cause a scene." There was enough trouble already with my shirt seeping through again. Yaya nodded, drying her tears.
"Yaya-chan didn't mean it! And your shirt…" She gave weepy eyes as I patted her head softly.
"Its fine, Yaya. It happens all the time." Quite literally. "I'll just go to the ballroom and wash it off." I looked around the semi crowded place, before spotting the restrooms off to the side. I headed in, lightly damping a paper towel and wetting the shirt. I smiled, before pulling out my extra blouse from my bag.
"I knew this would come in handy." I stated to myself, pulling it off and lightly taking off my blazer. The door opened then and I quickly glanced to see who it was.
It was…the blue haired bad boy.
My eyes widened, petrified, as all the thoughts of bathroom raping ran through my head. This couldn't be happening, it shouldn't be happening. I swallowed, before getting my self control back. I glared.
"I never knew you were a women." I stated harshly, narrowing my eyes. He smirked easily before closing the door behind him.
"And I didn't know the new fashion trend nowadays was getting your shirt wet." I blushed then, obvious he remembered the last time this had happened. I placed my blazer back on and closed it.
"So, what are you? Some kind of perverted, paint loving, mechanic?" I asked sarcastically, keeping my cool. He chuckled, before shaking his head.
"No. Mechanic wouldn't be the right word; it doesn't start with a p." He explained, walking toward me. My muscles tightened, the full effect of this situation sinking in.
"What do you want?" I demanded, glaring and trying my best to stand my ground. Would anyone here my screams and pleads from inside the bathroom? Or would I simply just die here, having an art exhibit's restroom as my grave?
I shut my eyes, fearing the worse, when it happened.
He grabbed me, turned me so my back pressed against his front, and held something solid to my shoulder blade. Something like a gun.
I froze.
"Now…" He purred into my ear, his left hand wound around my waist. I didn't speak, as my body trembled with uneasiness. He could just kill me now if he wanted. So quick and fast I may not even see my own death come. "I'm going to walk out of this bathroom and you're going to come along to my car. You are not to scream or make a scene, unless you don't fear death." His hands stroked my hips, before I noticed my cell phone in his grasp. "Tell me Amu, are you scared of dying?"
I swallowed, my breath coming in nervous pants. It was hard enough to talk, let alone get my heart to stop pounding so furiously. When he tested my face in the mirror, I gave a quick, weak nod. My throat was too dry to form any words.
"Good. Make this plain and simple, and nothing bad will happen." He replied, this time nuzzling the inside of my neck. I moved away slightly, and he covered his gun into his jacket. "Remember…" He taunted as I nodded.
I walked out of the bathroom, quiet and completely at a meltdown. Yet, starting at the museum made me think how unreal it seemed for me to be in any danger at all. I went to a good school, had decent grades, a family that took care of me…what had I done wrong?
Soon enough, the boy nudged me and I jolted back to reality. My reality and newfound fate that had been unexpectedly thrown into the hands of this guy. Why was he doing this to me, anyway? Was he going to take me to a dark alley and simply kill me?
But something sparked me to believe there was something he wanted, which wasn't surprising. If anything, he knew of my parents well paid jobs and maybe he knew of my family business. He'd already been in the house and asked…
Asked for my name. That's what he wanted.
By then I was cursing furiously in my head for being as stupid to let some stranger who had claimed to be fixing the sink into the house. I should know by now not to trust people, what with this kind of town. It should have rang a bell not to let him in, considering last time I'd ran into him on the street. Yet, I'd willingly allowed him to enter without so much as a name.
Smooth, Amu, smooth.
We rounded a corner, walking easily and unnoticed to the exit. I couldn't see him as I walked ahead, but I was sure he was following. Stalking his prey through a crowd of unobservant eyes. Now I understood why everyone in the movies could never catch the bad guy. They were all oblivious.
My hand was numb and cold by the time I was outside, and I couldn't help but feel slightly light headed. The breeze clouded my vision, giving me reason to feel more goose bumps than I'd already had.
A hand grasped my shoulder as I flinched, before meeting his eyes. He looked amused at my response, and continued to hold my arm.
"There's a car coming up to pick you up. You are to get in and stay quiet." He stated as I blinked, blurting out the first thought that came to mind.
"You're not coming?" Probably a stupid question to ask, being as he was a 'kidnapper', but hey, when horrible things challenge your life, what do you have to lose?
He smirked, leaning forward so I had a clear view of his dark blue eyes. They were bright, filled with a raging excitement and powerful emotion. I'd never seen such a person hold such intensity in a gaze. "Did you want me to come, Amu?" And just like that I blush. The familiarly he'd given to my name already had me feeling uneasy. I glared, trying to level up to his standards, but my cheeks heated anyway. I couldn't quite stop the butterflies from filling my stomach.
"N-No! I'd rather you not, actually." I replied stubbornly, looking off to the side. This was not the time to be thinking like this. I needed to get out of this mess, without getting myself killed or anyone around me.
A car pulled to the curb in front of me and the back door opened. I peeked in, before turning back to the culprit.
"Hey, where-?" But he was gone, and regular people began to congregate in front of the place. I hesitated as adrenaline suddenly pumped through my veins again.
The area was clear of that guy, and there were way to may people for a scene not to take place. I'm not sure how motivated he would be, but my parents could get some investigators in on this. Watch the house and survey the area. I could even keep tab on my friends. All I had to do was say no.
But what if this was just a test? If he were hiding in the shadows and waiting for me to make a break. Then when I do, he'd simply grab me and kill me on the spot. I tried to see this, how I would feel if I died right here and now, and felt a no feeling.
If I made the decision to leave now, no one would be hurt. The only one who would be at risk, was me.
I looked inside the car again before speaking.
"Thanks, but I won't be joining you today." And I slammed the door shut.
*~*~*~*
That was easy.
Ikuto was already to the side entrance, getting in phone calls and searching for useful items he could grab. Pick pocketing – a trait Ikuto had caught on - wasn't as hard as it seemed, especially if you knew where and when to strike. The rest was a matter of skill.
He wandered around the building, observing the bystanders carefully. Watching bus load after bus load leave the corner to park. It probably wasn't the best idea to steal the girl when so many witnesses could be spotted. What if she had decided to squeal?
Ikuto frowned at this thought, before smirking again.
But she hadn't squealed on him, which meant she was either too shocked to scream for help or didn't intend on ruining his cover for her own personal reasons. This was a mystery to Ikuto, why the girl had even silently walked to meet her fate. Perhaps it was her fear ruling her; being as rich an assisted gave her discomfort when alone and confronted with this type of situation. No one could make up the decision except herself.
That made more sense to him. He let out what could have been a smile before walking on and watching a blur of pink hair cross his way.
She wouldn't…
And there she was. Her tight little figure running passed him in an eager escape. Ikuto frowned, much less than pleased, before chasing after the schoolgirl.
After following silently through the upcoming crowd, he'd caught on to the girl standing by a brick wall to catch her breath. Ikuto wasn't sure where she was planning to go or whether she had told the police and he was walking into a trap.
She couldn't be that smart. Ikuto reassured himself carefully. Plus, no cops had come into the newfound area. They all kept watch by the museum. This girl surely had to be stupid, to bring herself away from a safety and people to cover up, heading toward a doom.
She finished up her pants, catching onto her breath and looking for the first time at where she had ended up. Ikuto stalked toward her, in plane sight. If she were to turn her attention to him, it wouldn't take long for a scream to bubble up and a few curious eyes to check out what was going on.
He'd been just two feet away when she turned and narrowed in on him. Ikuto didn't have a moment to waist. He bent slightly before going airborne and crashing into her. She fell backward onto the ground, under his weight and colliding hard with cement. Amu winced in pain, before finding a hand clamp over her mouth.
Ikuto glared at her, the expression freezing her in place. She didn't know why he had even bother trying to shut her up. It was obvious she was frozen stiff from the impact. Ikuto stood and stood them both up, holding Amu close.
Realization dawned on the poor girl as she began to shout and yell against his skin. Her voice was muffled, her kicks and squirming barely any help. Ikuto began dragging her to the side as she bit hard into his palm.
Ikuto winced at the pain, but ignored it as he opened the storage room and shoved the girl in. He shut the door closed behind him, the room lit with bright fluorescent lights before continuing his deathly glare.
*~*~*~*
"What the hell were you THINKING?!" The boy screamed, making me cringe. I shut my eyes, wishing this wasn't happening, wishing I wasn't so stupid.
I heard me let out a deep breath before continuing. I opened my eyes.
"What were you planning to do? Go off and call the police? That would be a stupid move. I'd end your life without your parents finding a single trace to even believe it was a murder." Shivers ran down my spine then, the air feeling thick with fear and death. I shut my eyes, trying not to be scared, and thinking of how everything was going wrong.
"If you run, I'll know where to find you. You and your friends." That had me in alarm. I re-opened my eyes, fearful for my friends, my family. What was he going to do.
"No." I stated as he raised an eyebrow, challenging me. I glared. "No, you won't hurt them. If you want to kill me, just do it already!" I exclaimed, watching surprise cover his features. I wouldn't let my friends get hurt because of me. "If you're going to hurt anybody, hurt me! Just KILL ME ALREADY! DO IT!" I demanded, screaming now.
I wasn't ready to die or be shot, but any sort of pain toward my family riled me up. I couldn't even think about what would happen to them because of me. I wouldn't allow myself to see it. Mom, dad, Ami, Yaya, Tadase……what would I do if they got hurt?
But I didn't hear the hard gun pierce through the air and lunge into my chest. Instead, a warm hand touched my cheek as my eyes bugged opened. The guy stared at me, and when my cheeks seemed to burn hard enough, he smirked.
"No." He repeated my word, watching me again with brightened eyes. "I won't kill you. Killing you seems more like a mercy, not a sin." His smirk widened as his thumb rubbed against my skin. I blushed harder, the places he touched burning with an intense heat like no other. "I'll figure out what makes you tick, be sure of that. I'll surely make you fear me…the way it should be done." He released my cheek then and walked over to the door.
My breath released in a deep gush as I began to take in oxygen again. There was only on thing I could hear now. Those words from before that I hadn't thought would haunt me for what could be the rest of my life, suddenly returned in a wave of terror.
Men like him aggravate me because they never get the job done right…
Shelly: Was this…okay? Mmm, not sure it's the best, but hey, it's better than the original.
Oh, some news!!!!!! I'm on SPRING BREAK NOW! Which means more time for fanfics! :D
It's going to snow here tomorrow. (kinda weird and random but hey, I love snow! :3) I'm happy. So, um….I'm kinda off topic. Hehe.
Review, comment, some sort of part that drived you INSANE during this chapter?! Please tell and thanks again for reading THE KIDNAPPER'S GIRL!!! ^-^
Shelly