Ugh….. sorry this one took so long I had trouble with ideas and I have also been busy!
I think the next chapter should come a bit easier
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Ch 7: White?
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Naota awoke for the third time in the strange endless white room. Looking around he saw there was no tray of food for him as it had been the last time he awoke, and the tray he had consumed was gone. Naota cursed himself for the hundredth time.
Damn I should have been watching to see where the way out was!
Naota had not yet had any visitors except for the tray of food which had now come and gone without him every seeing its exit and entry.
Getting up he commenced with his routine of feeling his way around the walls trying to find something he might have missed last time. He had no idea how long he had been here, whether it had been hours or days.
The one thing that he did know that the beat that had engulfed him was gone.. It may have taken hours or days to wear off, but it was gone. After a few minutes of futile searching he slumped back down against the wall, frustration consuming him.
Haruko……………………….
The name echoing through his mind was the trigger; he began to pour his anger and frustration into the air.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" he yelled at the wall, thrashing madly, slamming himself into the wall and utterly desperate to get out of the room. He began to pound at a randomly selected part of the wall, hoping that somehow he would find his way out, just somehow. For a moment he actually thought it would some how solve all his problems.
Exhausted he once again slumped back down, having only succeeded in bruising himself; his efforts had amounted to nothing. On his knees and facing the white wall Naota gently tapped his head against it, for no apparent reason. Yet his outburst had not gone unnoticed.
From behind him there was a golden glow, taking a moment to react Naota spun on his heels and found himself facing two figures.
I can't believe I missed em again….
Having just vented all his anger on the wall all he could do was laugh bitterly at the faces of his captors. The first was a rather tall white haired man with a mustache and beard that ringed his mouth, His uniform, identical to that of the others he had seen yet with an added accessory of a ridiculous long orange cape with the P! That matched the belt perfectly. The Second was small in contrast to his superior, who also wore the same uniform minus the cape. With a pair of exaggeratedly large glasses the second man could only be described as having a "nerdy" appearance.
"Had enough of the whiteout rooms eh? You know if you talk a bit it could get you out of here." Although Naota wanted to answer all their questions just so he could get out of the room the wicked grin on the bearded man's face compelled Naota to be as defiant as possible. He might have given in if it were anyone but this man. Something about him made Naota was to resist madly, to not give hom the pleasure of bending to his will. So in response Naota stayed quiet.
There were a few moments of silence, where the bearded man assumed a pleasantly amused face while he waited the answer that obviously would not come. Finally breaking it he asked,
"How is it that you came into possession of Raharu's bass? Having that instrument alone has made you a very great deal on enemies you know…"
I won't go back……. I won't let this guy bully me and have his way with me. I won't do what ever he asks…… I already made that mistake once with Haruko!
"Are you…are one of those enemies?" asked Naota as calmly as he could despite the raging that was going on in his head.
"Well I can be…." Suggested the bearded man whose amused smile turned to an amused grin.
"When can I leave? When will I be allowed to go? You don't even have a reason for keeping me here," Naota only let a slight bit of frustration seep into his voice.
"No No No, we are getting off topic here kid." Assuming a dissatisfied frown the man stared down at Naota, but only for a moment as his previously amused expression returned, "Well I have an easier question then…. What are you doing out here so far from your planet?"
It was a simple question, as simple as they could get but Naota just stayed silent.
Grabbing Naota by the shoulder the big man brought himself closer to Naota and examined him carefully, "You were out here looking for Raharu weren't you? Trying to give back her guitar maybe?" All amusement gone, his face was of a serious sort.
"God damn it! Why does everyone figure it out so quickly!!?" Naota sputtered helplessly, quickly covering his mouth realizing he had just blown his chances of a denial.
Yet the man was back to that amused grin now, "Ah an associate of the criminal? Well in that case you won't be going home, better yet you can go to prison."
"Errr…. don't you mean juvi? I'm not old enough for prison right?," asked Naota hopefully.
Taking the question to heart the man stood for a moment in thought and the golden light again glowed behind him, yet this time Naota saw it. On the floor a circle of golden light appeared, and coming out head first was the officer who had mesmerized Naota with his guitar.
I know how they get in now, but it doesn't seem to do me much good……
Paying Hasty respects to his superior the officer rushed out his words "Sir I have already taken the liberty of scheduling his transportation to a security prison."
Again amused the bearded man clapped his hand down on the others shoulder, "Ah well that solves my little dilemma, good work."
None of the three bothered to address their captive further and turned away from him to head to the center of the room. The three stood in the center and the golden light began to engulf them again, but before they were completely gone from sight Naota saw something dash out from under the commanders long orange cloak and jumped into his jacket with lighting speed.
After waiting for a few moments after they left Naota took a peek into his jacket and there, bundled up, was F.O., giving him a quizzical look.
Maybe there is a way out……
Naota smiled mishchiviously, it looked grim but he knew he could get out...
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Seemed a bit uneventful for having taken so long to write.
