A Black Market

An Ib Fanfiction

A/N: I'm so glad to see that everyone is horrified by Ib :3

Of course, explanations will come as to why she's so messed up in the head, but for now, we get to enjoy classic sexual tension by Ib and Garry. Let us get started *^*

Chapter 7- And Then There Were Three


"So exactly what was that book about anyway?"

"Oh, I'm not even sure. Just some psychiatry or something along those lines."

"Ah, I see."

Ib and Garry were quietly enjoying each other's company, not even taking notice to Shadoo who trailed behind. Of course, Shadoo found that exceedingly frustrating, but she took no care to it. As for Ib, she had this strange feeling in her stomache. Thinking about how Mary once described it, she came to the conclusion it was nervousness. But, what could she be nervous about? Ib let her mind wonder through many possibilities, but still, she was clueless.

"Isabella? You okay?"

Ib jumped and looked to Garry, who was looking at her with a concerned expression. Ib felt her face heat up, but brushed it off quickly.

"Y-yep. I'm fine."

Garry only nodded, and the two of them walked in silence into the next room. The dark violet walls were very comforting to Ib, so she found it simple to relax a bit. However, Garry seemed to tense up if only a little, which Ib caught on to.

"You okay, Garry?"

"Yep. I'm fine."

"Okay…"

The two of them then reached a door. Ib tried it, but to her displeasure, she had no luck. Scowling at the door, she then went to kick it down, only remembering then that Garry was behind her. With a silent sigh, Ib turned to continue walking, only to be stopped by Garry.

"Look, Ib. A peephole!"

Glancing back at the door, she realized he was right, but it was too high up for her to reach. Sure she was tall, taller than Mary for sure, (although that wasn't saying much) but she couldn't reach it. Ib huffed as Garry laughed at her desperate struggling to reach it. He then leaned right over Ib and looked into the peephole. Ib's faced turned redder than the blood she had spilled earlier, and she clutched her rose tightly.

"There's something blocking the door."

Ib facepalmed. "Forreals?"

Garry nodded, and Ib groaned, knowing she could have very well kicked them both down. Garry then took Ib's hand and dragged her down the hall, while Ib turned even redder than before and looked to the very interesting violet walls. Something didn't feel right to her, and the harder she stared at the walls, the more wrong it felt. This continued until the duo hit a small library in the middle of the hall. Garry said it would be best to investigate a little, so Ib nodded and took out a random book. The title said Guertena's Diary. Knowing this would be good, she flipped to a random page, reading the entry that was listed.

XX-XX-XX

Dear Diary,

I finished the painting today. She really did turn out as gorgeous as I thought she would. I always wanted a child, but I know I can't have one, so I suppose this compensates for it. She's lovely, but I haven't thought of a name yet. I'm thinking something with an M.

At the library today, I found a very interesting book on Child Psychology. It explained that children who face life-threatening and life-scarring traumas in life can be changed drastically. I know it's a peculiar topic, but for the record, it was the first book I picked out. And to be honest, I learned a lot. There were things one wouldn't even begin to understand unless cursed with the same fate, so of course I can't say I fully understood it. But none the less, it intrigued me. Other than that, I can't say today was an eventful day.

-W. Guertena

Ib took a second to process what she just read. This guy was supposed to be like, twenty, right? What a loser Ib thought with a scowl. She was about to start the next entry, when…

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! STAYAWAYSTAYAWAY!"

Ib ran over to find Garry running away from one of the PRTs. Of course, Ib knew this would be dangerous for both of them, for she didn't have her knife anymore and Garry was defenseless as far as she knew. So as Garry ran past her, Ib set out her foot, and comically tripped the PRT, before running to catch up with Garry. Escaping the labyrinth of books at last, Ib and Garry ran toward the opposite end of the halls. Along the way, they passed a milk puzzle, and Ib noticed that it was poorly put together, as if ripped apart and tried to be fixed again. Garry kept dragging her down the hall, until they hit a door, and Garry fumbled with it.

"IT'S NOT OPENING! WHAT DO WE DOOOO?!"

Ib, trying her best not to answer that sarcastically, looked around for another exit as she heard the roars of the PRT. Finally gazing upon one, it was her turn to drag Garry. At first, Garry struggled a bit, extremely confused, until he noticed the door. After that he happily obliged and the two of them ran into the small room. Gently closing the door behind her, Ib relaxed and sighed as she heard the PRT pass the room twice. Garry, however, was struggling to move an inanimate PRT from the door. Ib reminded herself that it would be pointless to get in his way, and waited near the other door, occasionally hearing the PRT growl outside. However, in peripheral vision, she noticed a sort of pulley, exactly like one for a lamp; with the exception of size. Ib slid over and pulled it, turning the little light at the bottom on. At this point Garry had finally pushed it aside (he was out of breath, by the way) and the two of them quietly exited the room while the PRT tried to find them in the previous hallway. Closing the door behind them, Garry facepalmed, shocking Ib until she figured out why. They were in the exact same hallway as before they reached the mini-library. Ib groaned quietly and turned to walk to the door they last came from, until Garry quietly gasped. Being Ib, she was able to hear perfectly, and walked over to where Garry was. Now on the wall, a new puzzle lay for them. It stated simply:

Abyss of the _

"That was a painting in the gallery, right? Isabella, do you remember it?"

Ib stared at the wall blankly. Nothing. She could remember nothing. Her mind was drawing an absolute complete blank. Ib squinted her eyes, in hopes of maybe seeing something, but there was nothing.

"Isabella?"

Ib ignored Garry, and focused her mind completely on the puzzle before her. A headache began to form. Why? Why did it hurt so much?!

She knew it.

She knew she knew it.

But she didn't know what it was.

Ib, out of frustration, smashed her head against the wall. This created a hole-a rather large one mind you-that went far into the wall. Not far enough to break through to the other side, but far enough that the PRT heard and started to make its way back.

"Holy crap Isabella! What the hell was that?!"

"I-I…."

Ib, lost at what to say, just sort of stared at the wall. It was really deep.

Deep…

"Whoa. It's so deep! Wait. DEEP! That's it, Isabella! Abyss of the Deep!"

Ib smiled, although she didn't mean it. She had no clue what this "Abyss of the Deep" thing was. Ib almost asked Garry, but the screams of the raging PRT cut her off. Garry grabbed her hand and dragged her back to the one room, slamming the door behind them. Garry moved the decorative PRT back infront of the door, and the two of them burst out the other end, going to the door that wouldn't open before. Simultaneously, the two of them screamed.

"ABYSS OF THE DEEP!"

Another screeching roar came from the PRT, and a click came from the door. Garry and Ib burst into the pitch black room just as the PRT, faster than ever before, came sprinting down the hall. Roars came from outside, and the door was being ripped to shreds by claws.

They had claws.

Ib, at this point, fell to her knees from all the adrenaline. Garry chuckled a bit between gasps.

"Heh…you tuckered out too, Izzy?"

Ib giggled and nodded, not that Garry could see; there were no lights. Using Garry-Intuition though, he was able to figure it out, and slunk down next to her.

"Man, what a crazy day."

He made a typical guy move and stretched, allowing his arm to wrap around Ib's shoulder. Had circumstances been different, Ib would've beat the crap out of him right there. Instead, however, Ib's face grew hot. Ib couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or not, but she wasn't fond of her crazy pounding heart. Ib shyly turned to look at Garry, as he to her, and the only thing they could see were the glints of their eyes. Slowly, Garry began to lean in, his eyes half-closed and his face dusted a bright red. Ib was subconsciously doing the same, and she could almost taste her nervousness as he leaned in closer.

The lights flickered on as Ib and Garry were about an inch apart. The two of them swiftly turned away, redder than the ladies in red. Ib was nervously scratching her neck while Garry filled with his thumbs, both laughing nervously. Once they got over the awkward part, they got up, and took a good look at the room. It was just a bland room with one painting in the middle and two bookshelves on each side. The title of the painting was Separation. Ib smiled. What a lovely painting. Garry had shoved a book back in the bookshelf and speed walked over next to Ib. Ib eyed him suspiciously, walked over to the bookshelf, and picked out the book that Garry had put back.

xxx

xxx by the xxx, I xxx my finger over her beautiful xxx…with her xxx, she…

Ib slammed the book hard and shoved it back into the bookshelf. Her face was redder than it was before, and she tugged on Garry's jacket, pulling him out. Garry chuckled and the two of them walked back to the door. Pressing their ears against the door, they heard no movement or noise of any kind from outside. Garry was hesitant, but Ib really didn't care, and she opened the door with ease.

The two of them were no longer in the same hallway as before. The hallway was completely straight and dimly lit. The image could almost be described as distorted, and it was extremely familiar. Blood stained the violet walls, and there were torn up paintings of Ladies everywhere. The floor boards creaked with every step they made, and the already dim lights had habits of flickering. Garry was scared out of his wits; the normal swagger in his walk had dispersed, and he was almost…shaking. Ib however, felt more confident than ever. But something kept tugging at her. Something was familiar. The small headache began to come back, as the two of them silently walked down the creaky halls. Ib froze as she realized where she was. This was…her dream. It was all the things she killed. She really had been here before. Ib quickly gathered her bearings and ran down the corridor, passing Garry who was infront of her.

"I-Isabella?!"

Ib ignored him and rushed down the hallway. Something was trying to click in her mind about the painting at the end of the hall. There was something there she needed to know!

Ib froze when she reached it.

It was destroyed from her last visit. Blood stained the ground around it, broken glass was everywhere, and it was completely unrecognizable. In the middle of the pile sat Shadoo with a giant stitched up smirk on her face.

"This is your fault, y'know."

Ib snarled and glared daggers at it, while Garry came gasping behind.

"Isabella, what the hell wa-holy crap what happened here?!"

Ib didn't say anything, she just picked up Shadoo and turned on her heel to the right. If she remembered correctly, there was something around this corner that never allowed her to pass. Well this time, it wasn't a dream, so she would have no trouble passing. Garry followed behind her, not saying a word, and the two of them made about 2 steps before freezing in place.

A girl, out cold and tattered, was lying on the ground.

Her blonde hair was dirty and a wreck and her dress was ripped here and there. Like her own tights, these girls were stained in blood, most likely her own. Ib recognized her right away.

"MARY!"

Ib rushed over and shook her harshly until Mary started to groan.

"I…Ib..?" Mary whispered.

"Ssh, Mary. I'm your friend Isabella, got it?" Ib harshly whispered back.

Mary, confused at first, nodded. But as Ib helped her up and Mary got a good look at Garry, she realized why Ib was being so secure about her name.

"Garry, this is my friend Mary!"

Garry and Mary were glaring daggers at each other. The tension in the room was crazy. Anyone with any sense of emotion could feel how horrible their relationship was. Ib, however, keeping up the act, pretended as if she noticed absolutely nothing.

"Mary Łukasiewicz, nice to meet you."

"Garry Laurinatits."

"Well then, now that we're all acquainted, let's get out of this hell-hole!"

Ib pleasantly skipped to the next room with Mary and Garry following behind her, still glaring daggers. Of course, Ib knew how horrible they were getting along. She inwardly sighed before muttering to herself,

"This is gonna be a looooooong trip."


A/N: Yay for Hetalia last names! *^*

Anyway,

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!

Last Names © Hidekaz Himaruya

Ib and its Characters © Kouri

Story Idea © Me~