Chapter 11
You woke. It was a rather surprising experience, since you hadn't really expected to wake on an actual bed. If you hadn't known better you'd have thought you were still with Makoto.
Ah, those were the good days.
You rolled over and slowly opened your eyes. The room was dim, and the light was a soft golden yellow. You turned. The curtains were drawn, and you couldn't see a clock anywhere, so you didn't know what time it was. At first glance the room seemed like one from a hotel - table, bed, some chairs, a few doors, probably leading to the bathroom.
Probably another interrogation method to get some more absurd details, you thought to yourself, sitting up and immediately feeling dizzy. You put a hand to your head, relieved there wasn't any swelling or major bruising. Next, he'll be asking about my love life.
Before you could explore the room further - seriously, it looked nothing like an underground dungeon - someone knocked on the door. You turned, surprised. There was an actual main door. You'd thought you'd get less privacy than this.
You went over and opened it. It was the person who'd knocked you out… how long ago had that been? He stepped in without a word and you didn't complain. It wasn't in your place to say anything anyway.
He casually shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the chair. Then he sat on the aforementioned chair and stared intently at you. You crossed your arms self-consciously and went to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling his gaze bore into you as you moved.
"What?" you snapped when you couldn't take it anymore. "What's your problem?"
He shrugged, glancing away for a single moment before leaning back in his chair, still observing you. You, on the other hand, were trying to remember his name. It was just out of reach, but you most definitely knew him. Yakahami…? Uh… Yahakazi? Yamakazi…?
"Yamazaki Sousuke," the man said, as if he'd read your thoughts.
You narrowed your eyes at him. "I knew that. I'm asking, what's your problem?"
Yamazaki shrugged. Again. You've found that quite annoying, and he'd only done it twice. "I've been assigned to keep an eye on you during your stay."
You screamed, but used your inside voice. Outside you were forcing a small smile which you were 100% sure was more of a sneer. "My stay at…?"
"Here." Right, you forgot. Yamazaki was the vaguest person you've ever met. You did understand that he adopted a different attitude while with other people - cough Rin cough - but you two just did not have that connection.
You sighed and laid flat on the bed. Was it wrong to like the feel of the mattress? You wondered where they got it from. You could use something like this back home. "So what can I do? When do I get out?"
"For someone who's been abducted and imprisoned, you sure are taking this calmly," Yamazaki ignored you and made his own comment. You made a small noise of irritation. You raised your arms above your head, which at first glance seemed like you were stretching, but you were actually making sure you still had your pendant. It was your life.
"Don't ignore me," you groaned, sitting back up again and glaring at the man who hadn't moved from his seat. "What can I do and when do I leave?"
"You can do anything as long as it's within this room." Yamazaki said. "You leave when the bosses get what they want."
"And what do they want?"
"This feels more like your interrogation," he yawned. He stopped talking to you after that, instead getting his phone out and started texting someone. You gathered that that was classified information, and you needed that information to get out. So the only thing you could do was declassify it, either with your wits or by force.
You weren't particularly keen on using force and you couldn't be bothered to use your wits so you just flopped back onto the bed. Yamazaki was probably the one who was going to supervise you. You couldn't do any snooping around while someone was watching over you. You supposed you'd just have to wait until he went to the bathroom or something. "What can I do for entertainment?"
When you didn't get a reply you sat up, alarmed. Did he leave you? No, he was just sitting there, and was he thinking? "Hello?" you asked, irritated.
"I think there will be board games," Yamazaki frowned. "I'm not a big fan of board games." He supplied, quite unnecessarily. "I have a deck of cards, if you want." Out of nowhere he produced a pack of cards, and handed it to you.
Upon closer inspection you found that the cards were actually clingwrap rolled up very tightly and superglued together. "What's the meaning of this?" you said incredulously. It wasn't any different than an actual card, only the material was different. "Are you guys broke or some shit? Can't you afford any real cards?"
"Excuse you, those work just fine," Yamazaki said, standing up and coming over to the bed. You scooted a few inches back and he sat down at the edge, taking the deck from you and shuffling the cards. "Also, we don't want to supply you with anything that might hurt someone, do we?" he flashed you a smile and you were tempted to wipe it off his face with a punch.
He started to distribute the cards. "What are we playing?"
"I don't know!" you threw your arms into the air. "I don't know how to play card games!"
"Well, we have plenty of time, so I'll teach you," Yamazaki said calmly. "One of the games need a few more people, so you're going to have to wait while I call some friends up."
"Teach me the two-player games first," you said hurriedly. You didn't want more people up here. One is quite enough for the time being.
"Alright then."
~Timeskip because I'm so stuck~
After you had exhausted Yamazaki's knowledge of two-player card games, he showed you how to play Solitaire, which was the one you liked the most because you didn't have to stare at him all the time.
"Someone will be up to see you in fifteen minutes," Yamazaki told you, before getting up to go to the bathroom. You made sure you heard the lock slide in place before abandoning your game and starting to explore the place.
It wasn't that big, so there wasn't much to explore. You poked around the drawers on the table, finding nothing more than neat piles of stationery that had been carefully modified as to be as blunt as possible.
There was a closet, and you opened it to find nothing. Were you supposed to wear your current set of clothes until the end of time? You made a note to ask someone about that sometime.
There was no mirror. Even if there was, you wouldn't have risked the bad luck of breaking it to obtain a silly little shard.
You went over to the curtains, pulling it back to reveal a large window. It had been painted black from the outside. You pressed a hand to the glass. It was cool to the touch. Most likely this room you were in was not underground, and probably high up since you couldn't hear any traffic.
Either that or you were still underground, but within a clever illusion. You were isolated either way, and had to somehow get help.
Raising your head, you scanned the ceiling for any security camera. There were a few, focusing on the door, bathroom door and window as well as one on the bed. Talk about stalking. After a few calculations you found quite a bit of blind spots around the room where no one could see, but that was probably why Yamazaki was here. Anyhow, even if you did manage to gain an upper hand over him in a fight, whoever was watching the cameras would send reinforcements immediately.
You pulled the curtains back over the window and returned to your card game just as the bathroom door unlocked and the man stepped out again. You noticed that he glanced around before landing his gaze on you. Checking for threats, perhaps? Or was he seeing if you had left your position? Maybe he had expected you to explore.
"How's the game going?" He walked to the edge of the bed and looked over your shoulder.
You shrugged. "S'okay, I suppose."
Someone knocked on the door, and Yamazaki went to see who it was. Your hand automatically flew to your neck, and you were relieved to find that you still had your purple pendant. Can't believe I hadn't thought to check on it before.
The pendant itself wasn't important. What's important was what it represented.
You heard some mumbling at the door and spun around to see who had arrived, tucking the pendant back into your shirt expertly. "You again?" you sighed, rolling your eyes at Rin.
"Just can't seem to keep away," he said with a laugh and sat on the edge of the bed, disturbing the cards and irritating you in general. You liked his questions even less.
"What now?"
"A few questions," Rin produced a clipboard out of nowhere and also a crayon. You had to resist the urge to make a snide remark about that.
You leaned against the wall, hoping this wouldn't take long.
