I had nothing else to do, and a lot of free time, so I decided to do the third chapter. Hope you enjoy! :)

Choice of Music: Blue - The Birthday Massacre

Chapter 3 - Innocent I Am Not

Run. Keep running. There was no other choice but to. She would never let him find her, no matter what.

Kia stirred slightly, feeling her eyes open again; only this time, it was almost noon when she woke. Rubbing her eyes, she studied the area around her better.

Her room hadn't been decorated much, just white walls (damn white!), an empty shelf, and a barely used bookcase. Ideas of how to decorate filled her head. She could get some paint from the store and give her walls some color, maybe purple or black; or better yet, a mix of the two. The drawings that she was allowed to take with her from the hospital she could use as small posters. Either way, the decorating could come later, she had some other things to do at the moment.

Forcing herself out of her comfortable bed, she trudged over to the suitcase that held what small amount of clothes she owned. She opened the case with a snap, and immediately chose her outfit for the day after tying her hair into a haphazard ponytail with a rubber band.

A wide-strap tank top with a smaller black one above it, along with a plaid white-and-black skirt and knee-high stockings; black and white striped, of course. She slipped on a pair of red combat boots she had stole from one of the patients at the hospital (old habits die hard). Even if the staff knew about it, they must have not cared.

Walking out of her room, she was surprised to not have been greeted by her uncle. Not that it wasn't touching, she just didn't want to feel... crowded. Even more surprisingly, Vice was nowhere in sight either.

"Uncle K? K?" she called out, but noone answered her. Kia turned to the kitchen, thinking he might be in there, and was only met by a scrap of paper.

Went out to get stuff. Please don't leave the apartment.

-K

"Don't leave? Why not?" Kia asked herself. What was the worse that could happen, she accidentaly locking herself out? All she needed to get back in was a credit card. Looking around the small apartment, she tried to see what she could do to keep herself occupied. All she found was a small tv, no phone, and no paper.

Sighing, Kia attempted to think of the pros and cons of leaving. The worst... she be sent back to the Nut House.

Contemplating her choices, she finally decided to do one of the main things on her To Do list once she got out of the hospital. A shower. A nice, long, hot and steamy shower.

Scouring the apartment for a towel, she found one in the closet next to K's room. She stripped out of her clothes (so much for getting dressed), and stepped into the running water. Oh how nice it felt on her skin. When she was still in the hospital, they had timed showers, and the water was usually lukewarm. She felt around for shampoo, and gently lathered her hair. 'Ah, this is heaven,' she thought to herself.

Vice entered the apartment through K's open window, and noticed the silence. "K." he called, and was surprised when he didn't receive an immediate answer. "K!" he hollered, waiting for his Master to answer him back. "Godamn him," he cussed.

"Maybe he went out for a bit," Jealousy said, the pink and blue douji shrugging his shoulders.

Vice heard the sound of water running, and guessed that K must have been in the shower. "I don't think so."

He charged into the bathroom, and ripped back the curtain so hard it fell off the rack. "DAMN IT K! WHEN I CALL FOR, I EXPECT YOU TO-" Vice hollered, his voice slowly changing to a whisper after realizing who he was yelling at.

Kia turned around, and saw Vice.

She let out a blood-curdling scream. "INTRUDER! INTRUDER ALERT! GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM, YOU SICK FUCK!" Kia slapped him as hard as she could, backhanded him, and then proceeded to pick up random bottles and chuck them at the green douji.

Vice attempted to run out of the bathroom as fast as he could, nearly forgetting the interior of the small room, and dodging her attacks. When he had finally left, he leaned against the wall, panting.

"Very sorry, ma'am," Jealousy said monotonously, bowing his head in apology. She yelled at him in Russian, and he shut the door gently.

"Nice. Real nice."

"Shut the hell up!" Vice snapped at him. The two douji said nothing afterwards, and then out of nowhere, Jealousy spoke. "So?"

" 'So?' what?"

"Did you get a good look?"

Jealousy instantly ducked from the green douji's flying fist. "So, I'm guessing not?"

Vice went after the pink and blue douji, his heart radiating with intent to kill, and it took Jealousy everything he had to scramble out the window and away from the bloodthirsty douji.

He watched as the envious douji fly away, most likely towards where his Master lived. 'What the hell was that about?' The green douji slouched on the couch, letting out an exhasperated breath. 'So I peeked on her while she was showering. What's the worse thing she could do?'

Vice heard a creak, and look to the left. There he saw a disheveled looking Kia as she brought the broken shower curtain down upon his head.

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