Izaya's POV

After getting me some tuna for breakfast I walked trough the hallway, thinking about what happened yesterday. I haven't noticed Kida until we nearly crashed into each other.

"Oh, Kida… " I wanted to say more but he just walked pass by me as he wouldn't even notice I was standing here right now.

I watched him silently going through the hallway door.

Was he angry at me because of what had happened yesterday?

Or did he really not notice me… ? Although that would be nearly impossible because we nearly ran into each other.

As impossible it may have been, I really hoped he just didn't notice me.

Kida's POV

As I walked out of the apartment building I couldn't think about anything else apart from Saki.

She had been taken by someone and they were going to do something terrible if I didn't go to City Central by noon.

I wasn't sure what that thing would be - but I didn't want to find out any time soon.

I made my way across streets, through the park, around buildings and across roads until I made it.

When I reached the City Centre, not a lot of people were around.

In Fact, nobody was around.

Just one man.

He was wearing a tuxedo.

Wait.. Wearing a Tuxedo?

He looked like one of the men I saw who came out of Izaya's apartment.

I remembered the way they looked at me as I bumped into them.

I knew nothing good would ever come out of knowing people like that.

But I never suspected they may have done something as bad as kidnapping…

The man was much taller than me. He looked really strong and I couldn't see his eyes through his sunglasses. He scared me but I approached him.

What else was I supposed to do? I thought he may know about Saki.

"Are you Masaomi Kida?" He asked. He had a low, deep voice and it took a while for me to gather the courage to talk back.

"Uhm… Yes. Do you know anything about where Sak-"

He cut me off by raising his hand to the same height as my mouth, but said nothing, just turned away and started to walk in silence.

"H-Hey, wait! I need you to tell me if you know where Saki is!" I followed him, trying to catch up but his long legs made him walk so fast I almost had to run to get near him.

He didn't say anything for the entire time that I was following him, begging him to speak to me.

Just carried on walking.

Until we got to this… run-down, desolate building which looked like nobody had been there for years.

Scaffolding works still stood around it, which made it difficult to find a relatively safe way to get in, but the man in the tuxedo managed.

He didn't wait for me.

I didn't want to loose him - was this the place he wanted me to go? Was I suppose to be here?

Was that even the man who wrote the note in our room back at home?

I didn't know.

I also didn't know where I was.

I had followed the man until I was far away from the City Centre and so I would be lost if I stayed outside.

I followed the man in as I felt my heart beating fast.

It was hard to breath in this building, it was so dusty and dark.

Suddenly, the Tuxedo Man flicked a switch and the main room light came on above us and lit the room up completely.

It was completely different from what you would expect an everyday-looking building to be like on the inside.

There were paintings on the wall, graffiti everywhere, broken glass on the floor, dust on everything.

But the weirdest thing of all was that there were groups of people.

These people were gathered around the centre of the room and all looked tall, strong and evil.

They all shared something in common, they were all wearing at least one blue item and so I knew straight away that they were one of the coloured gangs I had heard about while living in Ikebukuro.

At the other end of the room was a tall chair with lamps enitre side of it, and in it, sat an evil looking man. He was shorter than most of the men in tuxedos, but still taller than me, and still strong-looking.

He sat with a grin on his face and leaned back as the groups of people split up, making a pathway for me to walk through in between them.

I was scared.

No, I was terrified.

All of these people stood either side of me, staring at me. I was the only one not wearing blue, I was the only short one and the one who couldn't look tough to save his life.

Did these people even know Saki? Did they take her?

Was I even in the right place?

I walked until I was near the man in the chair.

I had to walk up three steps to reach him, then he stood up and glared at me, but then let his evil smile show again.

I recognised him from before. He and two other men in tuxedos had walked out of Izaya's apartment that one time. I knew from the moment he smiled at me that he was bad news and he was showing that same smile now…

I stood, in silence for a moment, shaking.

"Do you-" I was cut off by the sudden pain of one man from beside the chair punching me in the stomach, hard.

For a moment, I couldn't breath and so I fell to my knees, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Shiki, Sir." The man who had punched me nodded at the man who had been sat in the chair and stood back to where he was before.

This man in front of me was called Shiki? At least then I had a name..

I groaned as I found it harder and harder to breath.

Shiki grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to look up at him, showing his teeth in another evil grin.

"You're going to help me get what I want, Masaomi."