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I can't see...or feel...and it's so scary...I feel like I'm seeing something...what is this? Deja vu feeling...And slowly I start seeing them...visions of

me...and Oyaji...back when we were happy...back in America...

**U.S.A: NYC: Manhattan**

I tie my long green hair up into a ponytail with my black ribbon and double check in the mirror. Wearing my favorite white T-shirt with straps attached,

and my favorite dark blue skinny jeans, I grab my black bag and rush out my bedroom. I live in a condo in Manhattan. I've never memorized the street

names around here. I've always known where I'm going, so what's the point? Oyaji has already left his bedroom and is drinking coffee at the counter.

"Morning," He mutters. My dad's not a morning person. "Another hard case?" I ask. His hair is all ruffled. But he's still wearing the clothes from

yesterday. He puts up a thumbs up. "All solved." He smiles at me and I give him a quick kiss on the cheek before opening the door. "Celebrate later?"

He nods and than flops over on the couch, practically passed out. I giggle and close the door behind me. That's Oyaji for you. Always going at his own

pace, despite the fact he's the famous detective, Ishida Satoshi. I run down the stairs and out my apartment, waving to the security guard on the way

out. I run to the L train and hop on the first one running in. However, as I put in my earphones to listen to my I-pod, I can't help but wonder, who

these people are. The ones Oyaji keep getting run ins with. Of course I know some things. The people Oyaji are investigating right now are in an

organization called Black Rose. These people are no joke. They are a serious terroist group, best at hiding and kidnapping. Even though Oyaji has

been able to help the F.B.I so far by catching some people from the organization, he has yet to find the Mastermind behind the group. It seems it's

not a very large one, but their tactics are apparently similar to Guerilla Warfare, which means the ability to make surprise raids or unexpected attacks.

They've got some amazing skills. Definetely not you're normal orginazation. And it gets worse. Every person Oyaji caught apparently made an oath to

the leader of Black Rose. They cannot tell anyone what their objective is or what they're doing. If they are caught, they must protect their secrets by

choosing death. Basically they cannot deny what they are doing, but cannot say a word. Participating in a trial is the same as betrayal. To keep their

honor and dignity as a Black Rose member, they must commit suicide if caught. And so far, every person caught has committed this with out fail.

Somehow, they've all been able to kill themselves. A rule is even to carry poison. How do we know if they cannot say a word? We were able to catch

one person who later escaped, by the codename of Aimaes. She was the one person Oyaji was unable to confiscate. Even now, they are looking for her.

Anyway, their a scary organization. I can only wonder if Oyaji will be okay...

I arrive at the Brooklyn Prep Middle School, otherwise known as BCS. It's in Brooklyn, Carroll Gardens. It feels so peaceful in the neighborhood this

early in the morning, even though other students are heading inside. As soon as I'm inside though, the school is bustling with noise. I head up to the

first floor, where my homeroom and other classes are. Our gray lockers stand out with the green and badge colored walls and doors, and the bulltein

boards are filled with work, treasured by the teachers enough to be shown unto the school. I spot my best friend, Angel, up the hallway and we meet

each other in the crowd of people, giving one another a hug. We walk into our classroom and take our designated crew seats, luckily, on the same table

next to each other. I lean over to Angel. "Did you talk to him yet?" I half whisper. She shakes her. "Please, I can't talk to Deacon like that. My god, how

embarrising would that be?" She replies, bashfully smiling. I don't understand why Angel's so unconfident. She's the most popular girl in the school.

And is she pretty. Her flashy dark brown eyes and black medium length hair, and her beautiful caramel skin and pale nail polished nails. Her body is

perfect. And no matter what type of clothes she wears, she always looks amazing. Today she's wearing a white buttoned up shirt and a zebra patterned

mini-skirt, and black jean-like leggings underneath. She looks even prettier with her gold hoop earrings. She usually doesn't wear them, so it's a rare

sight. I, compared to her, am normal looking. I'm not super popular or super unpopular, just normal in everyway. However, I like that about myself. I'm

just astounded how a person can be so beautiful, inside and out. Because, I've always felt Angel is a really nice person. She doesn't believe in judging

others. She likes helping out people, and loves animals so much, she wants to devote her life to being the best vetanarian there is. Getting great

grades and being able to handle others around herself, I find it truly mysterious to how she gets this done. She, to me, is not jst an amazing idea, but

a true mystery. She makes me want to find out more. It's because of my friendship with Angel I've decided to become a detective like Oyaji. She's

really a strange person. Angel leans back into her chair and sighs. "If only I could talk to him..." I smile at her and shove her playfully. "Just try!" She

shoves me back then smiles. "I'll try already, so stop insisting!" Our teacher comes in, and homeroom's SSR starts.

**Lunchtime**

I'm at Carroll Park waiting for Angel to get back from the store. I've always packed my own lunch. At the same time, I've already called out Deacon.

Angel might get mad, but it'll be worth it to try talking to her crush for once. Fraiser Deacon. He's got silky light brown hair and hazel eyes. His pale

skin and delicious body perfectly matches Angel. Deacon and Angel. I've always felt it was my duty to help them get together. They seem so perfect, I

want to see how they match one another when placed together. Will they have any weaknesses if they do? It's interesting. I see Deacon arrive. He's

dressed in his long black T-shirt with weird slogans, and tan khakis, wearing his black DC's, and carrying his skateboard, with his earphones hanging

off his neck. This guy also gets mediocre grades but good enough. His average is only 88.5, nothing like Angel's 95.0 average, but good enough. Me, I

lose to the both of them. My average is 84.2. However, I'm signing up for tutoring classes. I'm definetely going to be as smart as Angel one day. He sits

next to me and turns to look at me. "How many messages were you going to leave on my phone before giving up?" I give him a sly smile. "Who said

anything about giving up?" He laughs. This guy is so strange in my eyes. He's popular and has normal grades, but for some reason has that rebel sort

of attitude. Not my type at all. He's too confusing. But I find him the perfect match for Angel since she's just as confusing in my eyes. Suddenly I get a

text. It's from Angel. It reads: Meet me in the alleyway between the two tall buildings. Call out Deacon for me too, okay? Confusing. But hey, orders

are orders. I get up and motion Deacon to follow. He shrugs all too easily as I lead him to the alleyway that me and Angel sometimes meet at when we

want to talk in total secret. I find Angel there, her hands behind her back. She's smiling at me. Although, I feel something's off, I shrug that feeling

away, and run over to meet her. "This time, just ask him out okay?" I say encouragingly. Angel smiles at me. "No need." I blink in surprise. Deacon

walks over to Angel and smiles. He puts his arm around her. "Because we're already together, see?" I look at them both and giggle. "Why didn't you

just say so?" I say with a grin on my face. But than a scary smile appears on her face and Angel takes her hand, clenches it into a fist and punches

me right in the gut. As I slowly fall to the ground, the last thing I hear is Angel's two unmeaningful words. "Sorry."

DAY ONE

I'm tied up in chains to the cealing. This is how I wake up. I look around furiously. This place looks abandoned. But it has boxes and some tools around

here. It's an abandoned warehouse for sure. I struggle to move or break free. Nothing works. I spit on the floor and curse. Than I struggle to get out

more. "That won't work you know," A familiar voice says. I look up and Deacon and Angel stand next to each other both dressed in black turtlenecks

and black pants. I smile at them gratefully. "Hey you guys, could you-" I cut myself off. And they smile. "You've realized it, haven't you?" Deacon says,

walking towards me. He grabs my chin and pulls my face near his mouth and whispers into my ear. "That you've been captured by your best friends,

that is." I snatch my face away from him and he backs off. "What's with you two?" I say glancing back and forth. "The Angel and Deacon I know don't

behave like this!" Angel walks up to me. "This is the true us," She says bluntly with a cold stare. "Could you be so naive? Ishida Reina." I don't under-

stand. "Where are we?" I ask, still not quite sure. Angel waves her hand around the room. "A warehouse of course. Where else?" I narrow my eyes.

"You know what I mean." A smile sprung to her face. "I thought you didn't care about directions, Ray. As long as you knew where you were going..."

She stared at me. "It was okay for you right?" I didn't understand. "Why are you doing this? What are you really?" I question them. Slowly, Angel

raises her shirt until I can see her stomach. A black colored rose tatoo? Oh my god. I felt my eyes grow wide and my body begin to shiver. "No...You're

not..." My voice trails off. Angel and Deacon smile. He lifts his sleeve to reveal the same tattoo. He looks at me. "We are members of Black Rose. And

we are here to interrogate the confiscated daughter of the famous detective Ishida Satoshi, Ishida Reina."

DAY TWO

I haven't eaten in about twenty-four hours. They keep me up with the dates, Liana and Rolin. That's their codenames. They are partners sent to my

school to pose as students, and get closer to me. They've been waiting for four years for this. I've tried to ask them other things. Who is the person

behind this? How can young teenagers be part of a Guerilla Warfare based orginazation? How does one join Black Rose? Why the loyalty to the oath?

What is the goal of this group? What are they trying to accomplish? They won't answer my questions. They barely talk to me. In about twenty-four

hours, I was robbed of my normal life, and normal friends, and put in an a uncomftorble position up on chains. I don't even know how I got here. And

will anyone even find me? These people are good. I've heard about them from Oyaji. Based on the knowledge of Guerilla warfare, they learn to "hide in

plain sight," and create surpise attacks without a single scrape behind. They practice the idea of secret tunnels, and learned to plant bombs in even the

highest security. I've never been so scared before in my life. I could die here. These people are willing to commit suicide to contain information from

others, especially F.B.I officials. Which my father was. Temporarily. My father investigating this case to them means his daughter must know and have

access to infomation there. That was probably it. Angel-no Liana, comes up to me, leaving Deacon behind. She smirks at me. "Comftorble?" I glare at

her. How were we ever friends? I suddenly hate her so much. To think, just yesterday, I was trying to help her with Deacon. Ugh. Was I an idiot or

what? Liana steps toward me me. I decide to take initiative. "I don't care how much you'll torture me. I won't tell you anything about my father's work.

You're effort is for nothing,' I spit out, with deep hatred. Liana blankly stares at me. Than she begins to laugh hysterically. I'm taken aback. "What's

so funny?" I snarl. She contains her giggles, and wipes away her tears. "You're really stupid, you know that?" She giggles again. I narrow my eyes.

"Excuse me?" She looks straight into my eyes. "You see," she starts, "We don't want your information. It's against our oath. To use the information of

an enemy is betrayal." Her eyes lighten and pierce into mine. "Understand this: You are our shield." I raise an eyebrow. "Shield?" Liana nods. She

begins to pace back and forth. "You see," She says, "If we have you, your father and his group can't make sudden moves. They don't know where or

who you're with, but we've sent the message. That Black Rose knows. Your father, wanting to protect his daughter..." She stops and looks directly at

me. "Will have no other choice but to meet our demands. He will allow us to attack what we want, and he will give us the materials we need." I glare

at her. "What materials? What is your goal? Why are you so loyal?" I suddenly see Deacon walk behind her. "We hate this world we live in." He replies.

"Huh?" I'm so confused. "Everyone in the Black Rose has no will to live. Other than our leader, we are all suicidal." My eyes widen. "But...Why do you

want to die?" The reply is fast. "Why do you want to live?"

DAY 5

It's been some time now. I've yelled at them and asked them questions. Yesterday, I was kicked over and over. So far, I've only been given a piece of

bread and vinegar water. A once in every four days meal. But if I keep being annoying, and disobeying them, I will get that meal taken away. And

I haven't been talked to since that question.

"Why do you want to live?"

Why? I've always felt it was just normal. But do I have anything I seriously want to do? Do I have a reason? My reason...my resolve...was there ever

such a thing I had in the first place? I shift my thoughts to Oyaji. Will he really go that far for me? Ever since mom was killed in the car accident trying

to protect me, We've always been close.. And he's always treasured me. But would he be willing to put the nation on the line? I don't want to think

that. Also, these people seem to have no intention of killing me. But Oyaji doesn't know that. If I'm their shield, than isn't it necessary I stay alive? No.

They could just lie. If thats not against their code that is. But why does the mastermind of Black Rose only take in suicidals? Most likely because they

aren't afraid to die. Because that's what they want, they can easily be given a meaning and throw it away whenever they want. And they can put their

all into Black Rose. Suicidals, believe it or not, are actually pretty good soilders. The person behind Black Rose is smart. To even make them take a

oath so they feel as if their not being used or manipulated, but using some new found will to become part of this organization which gives them

purpose...but what about that traitor, Aimaes. "Who is she," I say out loud to myself. "Aimaes..." Liana sudenly walks over to me, emotionaless but

also burning in anger. "Deacon. Untie her." He unties me. I struggle to break free of his grasp but he slaps me several of times until I give in. I

grudgingly walk to another room in the warehouse. I am tied to chain up to the cealing again. They connect wires to me. "Repeat it." I look at her,

confused. "What?" She stares coldly at me. "That name, repeat it," she snapped. "Ai-Aimaes," I stutter. Suddenly, entire body feels overflowed with

shocking pain. I scream out a horrendous scream, and once the shock is gone, I take in several deep breaths. Their electrocuting me. "Don't you..."

I begin, taking in several of breaths, "say that...you don't...take information from people...like me?" I breathe heavily. Liana stares at me. "The name,

how do you know it?" I smirk at her. "Why do you want to know?" Suddenly, that extreme pain hurls into my body as I let out another shriek. "Agh...

freakin hurt dammit..." I gasp, relaxing my body downward. "I said," Liana shouts in frustration, running over too me and slashing a whip across my

cheek, "HOW IN THE HELL DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME!" I inhale and exhale, as I watch blood fall from my cheek. "My father, caught her once.

She told us the bit of information we know. About Black Rose. But he lost her." I look up at her. "She anyone special?" Liana turned around, her back

now facing me. "That witch was the leader's second-in-command. She was the only one who wasn't suicidal. Because of her betrayal, she was killed by

him. She refused to die like the rest of us. She was in love with our leader." Liana snorted. "Sure learned her lesson." Deacon nodded. Even now, he

was the guy of few words. Liana turned to me, and glared fiercly. "Mention her name again," She snarled, "And you will be murdered in the most

gruesome, painful way I can imagine." I nod, and am dragged back to my original prison.

DAY 30

Liana and Rolin-finally got used to it-aren't the only ones here anymore. There are others. A small girl going by the name of Iris, a taller man in his

twenties, going by the name of Solaris. These people all torture me everyday. They do this to make me feel like I'm unimportant. Just because I'm

their "shield" doesn't mean I'm safe. That's what their here for. I've lost all sense of reality in this place. All I know is the constant hitting, and spitting.

The constant electric appoitments too. All a part of my daily life. And now I'm not sure why I still want to live. Sometimes, I even want to die. I've

been offered to join Black Rose. I refused. I no longer believe that my father will come for me. I've given up all hope on that. Now, I'm holding on to

the only thing keeping me alive. That maybe, just maybe, my father might find comfort in the fact I'm still alive. That maybe, by knowing I'm alive,

he can kep on protecting the U.S, and keep living his life.

DAY ?

As if they tel me the dates anymore. I certainly don't count. I haven't eaten for a couple of weeks now. The water I drink is like crap. The torture...I'd

rather not think about it. I want to just sleep...sleep now...

Light? I've got marks all over my body. But where am I? I'm I...out? I'm being carried. And I look up. Oyaji. I'm being carried to an ambulance. Police.

Clapping. And...fields. Fields of grass. In the middle of nowhere...But Oyaji...has come for me. I think...I'm I don't quite understand. I'm still

expecting the same treatment. But right now, I'm in Oyaji's hands being taken into the ambulance. i struggle to create words. "I..we...are they..bye?"

I ask. I haven't spoken in a while. Putting together sentences...aren't my thing right now. But Oyaji seems to understand. He looks down at me with

sad eyes. "Yeah. They're bye now." And with that, I smile, and touch my father's cheek. I shed a tear, finally realizing something before passing out.

"Yeah. They're bye now."

**Present Day**

I wake up. I'm in a hospital bed. And I've noticed I've been crying. I turn over to the side and see that Setsuna is holding my hand. I see Makoto shifting

his gaze towards me. He looks guilty. But really, I think I'm happy enough to know this time I woke up remembering everything. "Are you alright?"

Setsuna asked. "You've been in the hospital for several of hours," Makoto added. Setsuna looked upset. I feel tired, despite being asleep for so long.

"Do you know where Kotonoha is?" I ask them slowly. Makoto than shifts his gaze away. "She left the school after you fainted. I think she went home."

I look at Setsuna. "And Sekai?" Setsuna's eyes grew sad and she shook her head. "She never came in." I looked away. "I see." There was an awkward

silence. Than I slowly sat up and turned towards them. "Actually, you know," I began, feeling myself on the verge of tears, "I said before...that I was

deceived." They both nodded. "In America, I was kidnapped by a terroist organization called Black Rose." Setsuna stared at me with wide eyes. "They

constantly tortured me in many ways...and degraded me." I began to close my eyes, fully remembering the experience. "My two best friends in the U.S

were actually going undercover as students, and were really part of the Black Rose organization. They spent four years, allowing me to build up trust

in them, and then, finally, kidnapped me." I stare into Makoto's eyes. He looks directly into mine. "What it feels like to be betrayed...used...than tossed

away...I know it all too well. After a while, I stopped counting how long I was there. I held on to the only fact that someone, that my father, would find

comfort in the fact that I was alive. That was my reason for living at that time. When I was finally saved, I couldn't believe it. When I was being carried

to the ambulance, I realized I was done living in hell. And than I blacked out." I looked down and clenched my fists. "It was so much stress, I chose to

black out the time between the day I was kidnapped to the day I was saved. I forgot all of it." I looked back up at both at them, their full attention on

me. "I just remembered it while I was asleep. And...I think I can take it now...What happened to me." I turn to Makoto once more. "I think you too,

might wake up from this pretend dream of yours, and face up to what you've done." I look at him sadly, and begin to cry. "Someday."

I've remembered my past...Now it's up to me to fix Makoto's and everyone involved by him. Those people deceived and hurt right now...I'm going to save all of you, no matter what it takes.

The mystery shall be solved...Even if I must bring up the past to save our futures.

Next Time: C5: one step forward, two steps back

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