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'School was rather uneventful, and bored me half to death as always. Ever since I ended up stuck with the stupid green doji, I preferred to be at school though. Vice scared the life out of me. What can I do though? Rebel? Tried that. Run? Failed.'

I was thinking this as I walked out of school. I slowly looked around, out of nowhere, Ultimo landed right in front of me. His piercing eyes staring straight into mine.

"Hi, Sora. How are you?" he asked.

"Umm… good I guess." I answered surprised the doji had shown up. I was sure there was no doji's around though. Oh well.

"That's good. Is K taking care of you? Vice? I'm not sure who is. Do you feel safe?"

Something inside me told me to lie, so out loud I said, "Yes I feel safe, enough, and both are taking care of me." while inside wanted to say, 'Help me. Do anything, Vice scares the life out of me.'

"Are you sure?"

" Yep."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"Well, I found someone for you to stay with, but I guess that's not necessary."

"Yeah." I said, now mad at myself.

"Well, Yamato wants me, soo, see you." He said and took off.

I walked the rest of the mile and a ½ back to K's apartment.

The minute I walked in the door I was bombarded with questions.

"How was school?"

"Just fine."

"Fine?"

"School's boring."

"Why do you go then?"

"Everyone needs education."

"Oh, really?"

"Except Doji's."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"I want to know why."

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

"Did Ultimo talk to you today?"

So that was his point. "Ummm… why?"

"So he did."

"I never said that."

"You never said he didn't."

"I never said he did either. I simply asked why."

"I want to know."

"Why?"

"I just do."

"So go find out, and ask him yourself. Your old enough." I said annoyed at him.

"I asked you."

"Your point? I'm not going to tell you."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to."

"Who's in charge here?"

"Not you."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." I said and turned to walk out the door.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Not sure, anywhere but here sounds good."

"I didn't say you could leave."

"You didn't say I had to stay either. I can take care of myself."

"Whatever. Just stay here."

I paused and looked at him. I thought, and said slowly for emphasis, "No, I don't think I will." And went to open the door.

"Wrong answer." I heard and then was pinned to the wall, faster than I could say, what.

I was angry and ticked and this doji was just making it worse, considering he put me in this mood.

"You don't scare me!" I said at him, making perfect eye contact with Vice. He grinned, an evil demonic smile.

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"You are strange."

"Good."

"I never said that was a good thing. It's gonna get you in trouble."

"How and with who?"

"Me."

"Well, that's because you're you."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You tell me. I know what I meant"

He threw me over his shoulder, and started walking toward his room. I tried to kick him, or hurt him in some way, but the only thing I managed to do was hurt myself. Stupid doji.

Later that night.

I sat there glaring at the stupid show I was being forced to watch.

"When is this going to end?"

He didn't answer. He just sat there dangling the keys on his gauntlet. It was obvious that he didn't care about what I said. I guess I do deserve that, but I don't think I deserve to be stuck on a leash and collar. Where'd he even get the idea? I really don't think I want to know.

"I'm home!" K said walking through the door. I looked and glared. He was a creep and was looking at me like a dog looks and salivates at a piece of meat.

"Vice. I want new clothes."

"Why?" he said. The first thing he's said to me since earlier.

"I hate when K walks in and stares at me like that. It's really creepy." I said as I pointed at K who was still by the door staring at me with that same stupid expression.

"K!" Vice snapped.

K looked up and said, "What?"

"Back off! You can't have her or touch her."

"Why?" he whined.

"She's taken."

"By who?" K and I said in unison.

"By me." he said in a straight face, and being completely blunt.

"What?" I practically screeched.

K walked away, and into his bedroom.

"What was that suppose to mean?"

"It was to get him off you. We'll get clothes tomorrow."

"We'll?"

"I'm choosing what you will and will not wear."

The thought horrified me and I shuttered.

…

Never again do I want Vice to choose my clothes. Almost all the clothes were either really short, tight, and mainly black and green. The ones I choose he just barley let me get. The things I chose were sweats pants, and hoodies, for the most part. He choose pretty much the rest of it.

Back at the apartment and skipping school for the day, thanks to Vice and his shopping trip, I looked over at the bag Vice told me was mine the other day. Vice was passed out on the couch, so I decided I wanted to see what was in it. I didn't dare open it when he was awake.

After I opened it and laid out what was in the bag on the bed, I gasped, and almost broke down crying. It was the black silk, very expensive, dress that I had bought for my mother. She promised to keep it till the day she died, and said that if anything happened, if I wasn't around she'd ask a trusted friends to get it to me.

In the bottom of the bag there was a letter. The letter read:

My dearest daughter,

I love you so much, and you're on my mind at all times. I love you to the point of death. This letter I'm writing now, I know you will get. Unfortunately, I am unable to keep the promise I made so long ago. This is the only promise I have ever broken to you. I'm so sorry. News has come to me that I may be in danger and death is possible. I will be going into hiding, and I am not allowed to say where. I am so sorry.

All my love,

Your Mother.

I wanted to cry even more. I hated crying, it made me feel weak, yet I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I looked at the letter one last time and ran my fingers over the spots where her dried tears had landed when she wrote the letter. I packaged everything back up and put it in the closet. I put it where Vice couldn't get a hold of it.

After that I curled up in the corner farthest away from the door and bawled. I'm not quite sure how long I cried, but I managed to pull myself together just enough that I could face Vice, who was waking up.

I didn't bother standing I stayed in a ball, and put my head on my knees.

"You up?" I heard Vice ask.

"Somewhat." I tried my best to make my voice sound groggy, and not weak.

"Were you really sleeping?"

"Sure." I said.

"You okay?"

"Just peachy."

"Do you have school tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"You going?"

"Yeah."

"Wh-"

"I'm going to bed." I said cutting him off and raising my head to look at him.

"You don't look so good."

"Oh well."

"You seem off."

"I'm tired. Night." I said and plopped on the couch. Within minutes I was sleeping.

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