Emiko's POV
I sit on the small bed in the isolated room-my knees pulled into my chest. I stare at the back wall-mostly because there aren't any windows in the room. I look over at Yasuchika, who's looking contently at the door. I turn around on the bed to talk to Haruhi-who's leaning against a wall opposite the bed.
"So… do you guys want to play a game?" I ask, trying to break the silence.
"We should keep quiet." My younger brother says.
"Sure." Haruhi says, ignoring Yasuchika. "What game?"
"How about 'My Grandmother's Basket?'" I suggest.
"How do you play?" She asks.
"One person says, 'In my Grandmother's basket I pack a-' then any object. Then the next person repeats that line, the object the other person said, then they say their own object. But the object you choose has to start with the next letter of the alphabet." I explain.
"Can you list any type of object?" Haruhi asks.
"You can…or you can choose to do certain objects." I say.
"Sure, lets play." Haruhi says.
"Are you sure you don't want to play, Yasuchika?" I ask my brother.
"Fine, I'll play." He says monotone.
"I'll start." I say. "In my Grandmother's basket, I pack a jaw breaker." I point at Haruhi to go.
"In my Grandmother's basket I pack a jaw breaker and a kite." She says.
"In my Grandmother's basket I pack a jaw breaker, a kite, and a lemon." He says.
"In my Grandmother's basket I pack a jaw breaker, a kite, a lemon, and a marsupial." I say. They look at me weirdly. "It can be anything." I remind them. They nod and Haruhi continues.
"In my Grandmother's basket I pack a jaw breaker, a kite, a lemon, a…marsupial, and a night owl." She says.
"In my Grandmother's basket I pack a jaw breaker, a kite, a lemon, a marsupial, a night owl, and origami." Yasuchika says.
"In my Grandmother's basket I pack a jaw breaker, a kite, a lemon, a marsupial, a night owl, origami, and a Prang Mantis." I say.
"In my Grandmother's basket I pack a jaw breaker, a kite, a lemon, a marsupial, a night owl, origami, a Prang Mantis, and a quilt."
"In my Grandmother's basket I pack a jaw breaker, a kite, a lemon, a night-" He says, but I cut Yasuchika off.
"You forgot something." I say in a sing-song voice. "Can you remember what he forgot?" I ask Haruhi.
"Let me think…nope." She says, admitting defeat.
"That means I win." I say, smiling a bit. We all share a small laugh.
"That game does get a bit hard." Yasuchika says.
"It's all about memory." I say. All of the sudden, loud footsteps sound from outside. They grow louder and louder-then suddenly all is quiet. As the front door flies open, Yasuchika lashes out a ferocious kick. It hit's a large man wearing sunglasses, a black bandana over his mouth, black cargo pants, and a long, black sweater-shirt. He falls to the floor on his butt. A mob of people dressed the same as the one man storm into the room. My brother punches, kicks, and throws little sharp-things at them. As people fall victim of Yasuchika's attacks, double the amount storm the room.
"Get out of here-both of you!" He yells at Haruhi and me.
"But that door is the only exit and entrance to this room!" Haruhi yells. All of the sudden, a loud crack sounds off. The room falls silent-Yasuchika falls face-down on the floor. I see a women blow smoke from a gun then but it on one of her three weapon-covered belts.
"Yasuchika, no!" I yell. I run over to help him, but two men grab me by the arms. I crane my neck to see Haruhi, passed out and being carried by another man. A third man grabs my waist and carries me beneath his arm. I scream help at the tops of my lounges, but no one comes out. Someone walking behind me and the man carrying me puts handcuffs around my wrists. Then I feel them locked tight on my ankles as well. I'm shoved into a big, bulky car. A handkerchief is stuffed into my mouth.
"Damn!" I hear one of the kidnappers exclaim. The door is slammed shut. I look out the tinted window to see Honey hop out of a Japanese squad car. He looks wide eyed right at the car I'm in as we zoom off.
Honey's POV
I hop into the head squad car as the driver races back to my house. We put the sirens on to avoid all traffic.
"We're almost there!" I yell. All of the sudden the rode fills with thick smoke. The car screeches to a halt. All is silent for a few seconds. Then the front windshield shatters as a dagger is thrown through it. I barely miss it as the dagger plunges into the seat I'm in. Bullets go flying all around. Out of no where Kyo opens the door farthest from me.
"Hurry, I have a back-up car ready. We're going to have to a another way." We run to another, smaller squad car. As soon as I get in, the car races in the direction from which I originally came. After driving about three miles from the scene, we turn our sirens back on. Five minutes seem like an eternity as I anxiously wait to get back to my house. We have to make it-she can't be stolen again! I think to myself. The car comes to a stop as we get in front of my house. I hop out to see Emiko and Haruhi being stuffed into a bulky, black car. The license plate is rusted and has a cover that keeps it from being photographed. I stare hopelessly and helplessly as my little sister and friend are hauled away to who knows where.