YA-HA! I'm almost done with eyeshield 21 again (manga), I need to finish the anime. It's my second time reading it…it was so good. It actually got me to like football, though I don't know if real football has any of those cool moves…
Ch. 4
The world was spinning around her. She couldn't tell where she was at. She heard faint whispers around her.
Where…where am I? She thought drowsily. She slowly moved her head to the side, and tried to lift her hands. When she found out she couldn't move them, her eyes flew open.
Mamori looked around her. She was sitting on a black chair, her arms and legs bound to it. There were four walls, all white, and a single black door that had an ominous feeling. She noticed that she was in her pajamas.
Mamori started to panic, where am I? How did I get here? Someone! All her memories of what happened to her came flooding back in. Her seeing the strangers, her mom beaten up, her useless escape.
But why me? Her head hung low, tears about to come out of her eyes, what can I do in this situation?
"Questa camera, sir (This room, sir)"
Her snapped back up, and she looked straight at the door. She can hear faint footsteps get louder as they came closer to the door.
The black door slowly opened to reveal three men. She reconizes the two smaller ones as the people who caught her. Her wonder to the taller mans face, he almost looked like Musashi whi his chisled features. His eyes were two different colors, one was a deep amber brown that felt like someone can melt right into, and the other was light blue, almost grey, that had cold feeling to it. His eye's contrast each other, giving someone the feeling of happy and cold.
His hair was short, almost like a buzz cut, but he had more hair then that. The suit he was wearing was as white as the walls.
If he stood in front of the walls, insted of the dark hallway, he'll probably melt in. Her thought went wondering about, thinking about the man. All she knew was this man had an eerie aura coming off him.
"Exquiste," he said, breaking the silence.
His two guards looked at him in shock, "Boss! Non dovrebbe parlare il giapponese, si capiranno! (Boss! You shouldn't speak Japanese, they'll understand you!)" One of them said.
The Boss just waved his hand and came closer to Mamori. He gripped her chin and titled her head up, he titled her head side to side. He was getting a good look at her.
"Hmm yes, very well made, this one," he let go of her head and started to walk around her.
"Boss, prehaps e y - (prehaps you-)," one of guards said, but stopped when The Boss gave him a glare.
"Maybe YOU should speak Japanese, you'll give them more fear if you talk in another language." He said coolly, and continued what he was doing.
"Y-yes sir," the two guards said together, and stood at attention.
The Boss walked around Mamori a few more times, checking her feet, hands, legs, arms.
"Has she been to the Doctor yet?" he asked, turning slightly to look at his bodyguards.
"Sì sir," the smaller of the two, brought his arm to the other side of the door, took something off. It was a clipboard with a couple pieces of paper on. He handed it to his Boss, "it has everything about her that deals with her,"
The Boss took the clipboard from him, and flipped through the pages. "Lei è intatto? (is she untouched?)" she switched back to the language they were earlier speaking.
They must not want me to know what they are saying, Mamori though
"Sì lei è ancora vergine, (yes, she is still a virgin)" they replied back.
"Excellent," he had a big grin on his face, he handed the clipboard back to his subordinates, "I'll take her."
Fear washed over Mamori. She struggled against the chair she was tied to but it was no use.
"Use a sediative to calm her down, I'll go and pay for her now," The Boss turned and walked out of her room. The two guards came closer to her, one a had a needle with him.
"Now, now, don't struggle," the guard said as he place the needle into her skin. She was out less then a second.
Mamori awoke to the smell of roses. She rubbed her eye's. That was an awful dream, she thought as she slowly got up, feeling an unfamiliar blanket. Wait this isn't my..
The room around her was colorful, filled with bright colors like yellow, orange, red. There were also other girls walking around, all wearing the same outfit. They all wore different colors, but the outfit was the same. They wore fluffy pants that were bigger near the feet, the shirts, if they can be called shirts, only covered the chest and have short sleeves. It reminded her of the outfit Jasmine wore from 'Aladin'.
She removed the thin blanket that was covering her, and discovered that she too was wearing the same outfit, only her's was white.
One of the other girls noticed that she was awake, and walked over. Her outfit was the color purple
"Bist du hungrug? (are you hungry?)" she asked with a smile.
"Uh, i don't understand what you are saying," she replied, speaking slowly.
"You are Japanese, no? Don't worry, if you stay here long enough, you learn other language," she said as she kept smiling, but her brown eyes was sad. "I sorry that you are here like us, but he not terriable as others, I am Annaliesa, I came from Germany," she held out her hand.
Mamori took it, "I'm Mamori, from Japan." She let go of the girl's hand, "is everybody here from other countries?" its...its like he is collecting for an harem
"Ja, he finds young girls, like us, pretty, smart, untouched," she stressed out the last word.
"Does he.." Mamori gulped down, "is he going to do things to us?"
"No, he..." Annaliesa pondered for the right word, "you can say we are like idols to him, perfect form of women. We like porcelin dolls to him, up in our case, for him to forever look at us,"
"That's horrifying!" Mamori yelped. This caught the other girls attention.
"Don't worry, when we turn twenty-six, he let's us go," she stuttered out, Mamori knew thier was a but coming on, "but he sell's us to someone else, probably someone more cruel,"
"Why twenty six?" Mamori asked
"That's when he believe we no longer pure," she said, fear filling her eyes.
Mamori stared at the fear filled eyes of this girl she had just met, believing ever word that had fallen from her mouth.
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