I'm really hoping I can get this story past 4 chapters. xD

Wow, I didn't actually realize I had 3 cliffhangers in that last chapter until AnimeFTW65 pointed it out. And shhh, I'm not slipping Lukaito into this...! *shot*

Short chapter is short and very late, sorry. Writer's block. I forced myself to write this. c:

"Who are you?" Miku repeated with a little more strength after a failed attempt of getting a response. "Where am I? W-What do you want with me?"

"What is your name?" he asked, completely ignoring her questions. The man stared down at her, a somewhat interested look crossing his features.

She opened her mouth slowly to respond, but only a small, frightened squeak escaped her lips.

"What is your name?" he asked again, this time with more force.

"Miku—my name is Miku," she answered quietly, hesitantly. Miku didn't want to tell him, but she feared what he would do to her if she didn't oblige to his orders. Even if the order was just asking for her name. But would a fake name have done? What would he have done if he found out she used a fake name? The girl shivered at the thought, her mind wandering off to worst-case scenarios—making this scenario even worse.

Her purple-haired kidnapper directed his gaze to the side, to the door. The door which Miku wished she could just open and exit through. He glanced back at Miku. "It is getting late. You should sleep."

Miku blinked, a little confused. He was telling her to go to sleep... Why? What was he going to do? Do to her? No, she couldn't fall asleep. She just couldn't. Not with her mind heavy with such unsettling thoughts; that gut feeling telling her she was in danger, and never going to make it out; everything inside her yearning to return home; and that odd, foreign feeling deep inside—pulling at her heart? She felt like she was going to barf. However, she felt more like crying.

Everything was ending.

She was no longer in her safe haven. Reality hit her—hard. Much harder than it should ever hit anyone.

Life wasn't perfect. There is always something absolutely horrid out there. And that horrid thing could be affecting you. Miku never thought it would happen to her. No one expects it to happen to them. But why her, of all people?

As much as she didn't want to show even more weakness in front of this man—he probably fed off of other people's misery—Miku couldn't prevent the line of tears from rolling down her cheeks. She raised her hands to her eyes, rubbing vigorously as she sobbed. It finally seemed to occur to her that she just might not make it out alive, that everything might end then and there. Miku hiccuped and kept her hands covering her face, too frightened to look back at her kidnapper. Too frightened to see his expression, a sadistic smile tugging at the end of his lips. Too frightened to look into his eyes and see what he was plotting just by the way they glimmered.

However, his reaction to her crying caught her off guard. "Why are you crying?" he asked. His tone sounded almost monotone and uncaring, but she sensed a hint of curiousity. What, didn't he know? Wasn't it obvious?

Miku parted her fingers slightly, allowing sight of the man. Her vision was blurry from the tears. She blinked the tears away, sniffing heavily as she tried to concetrate on his expression. He looked surprised, like he was genuinely not expecting this from her.

The next thing she knew, he was on his knees right in front of her. Miku backed away, shocked, not wanting to be close to him. "Why are you crying, Miku?" he repeated. She flinched at the way he used her name so casually.

"I-I don't want to be here," she mumbled, almost to herself. "Why am I here? W-Why? How...?"

She lowered her hands from her face, touching the side of her thighs delicately. Still, she couldn't bare to look the purple-haired man in front of her in the face. "Why did you...?" she trailed off, not expecting him to answer.

An almost thoughtful look crossed his face. "You remind me of my master," he replied simply.

What? He had a master? Miku didn't seem to think of him as much of a butler type. Wait—where was his master, then? Did he hate them? Had he... gotten rid of them?

"Master would be glad to meet you. You two will be such good friends... Master will love spending time with you." A soft smile pulled at the end of his lips, his eyes smiling along.

So that was it. She was just a toy for his master. Who could that twisted man be? She shivered at the thought of someone more twisted than this man. A fresh wave of fear washed through her—she was going to have to meet this master, wasn't she?

"N-No...," the protest escaped her lips quietly.

"What? You will love master, just as master will love you. Do you not want a friend?"

"No! All I want is to go back! W-What makes you think I need a friend?" Miku shouted. She quickly clamped her hands over her mouth. Oh no, what was he going to do with her now that she was rebelling? Get rid of her, quicker than planned?

But he seemed to wave off her outburst. "You do not need a friend, Miku? But you are always alone."

"I'm not alone. I have friends!" she murmured.

"But you are alone."

Miku hated the way he spoke, as though he knew everything about her now. And she hated, especially, that he watched her. She no longer felt the tears springing to her eyes. Rather, annoyance and much hatred towards this man.

"Well, master should be back soon," he said, changing the subject. His soft smile morphed into a frown. He eyed her warily, before standing up and turning around to head out.

As he neared the door, Miku called out, "W-Who are you?"

He stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "What do you mean, Miku?"

She winced, yet again. "Your name?" she offered softly.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Oh, how she hated the way it sounded so cheerful, and... melodious. He opened the door and walked out into the hall, but before he closed it and disappeared from her sight, he answered.

"Gakupo," Miku repeated his name quietly.

She hated the way it flowed out of her mouth so easily, so perfectly. It just rolled off her tongue.

And now, she was all alone again. She sat cross-legged, wiping her cheeks where her tears had dried. And she knew that she would have to escape before his master came home. Miku definitely did not want to meet that man.

Miku stood up, clenching her fists by her side. She strode over to the closed door, a determined look on her face. She had to stay strong, or else she might not make it out alive. She had to try. It was better than just sitting there, waiting for her doom. But what if trying was just going to quicken the process? Miku shook her head. No, she had to get those thoughts out of her head. She was going to get home safe. She had to.

Miku closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Placing her hand on the doorknob, she turned it.

This sucks so much, ahaha. OTLOTLOTLOTL