Middie woke to the same old cement room that surrounded her maliciously. She was pleasantly surprised by how well she had slept the night before.
She glanced up at the camera in the corner of the room, waving at it, completely sure that Nanashi was awake on the other side of the screen, watching her right now.
She shook her head as she rose, yawning slightly. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
The food that Nanashi had brought her the day previous was completely cold and untouched, just the way she had left it.
She got the feeling that Nanashi was currently scowling at the full plate, but she really couldn't care less.
"Not like it'd do much anyway," she whispered, poking her small stomach.
It was just too small.
Trowa was, in fact, wide awake in the control room, viewing everything that was happening. He had been for a while, but hadn't been as interested in her sleeping form as he was when she was awake.
Then she was talking, "Not like it'd do much anyway." He watched as she sadly poked her stomach., as if confused by why it was the size it was.
He shook his head at the sight. It was just too small.
Middie was starving, and the really sad thing was that she didn't even understand why in the first place.
Trowa sighed, reaching forward to grab the electronic device in front of him.
He punched the numbers in as quickly as he could.
He had to make a call.
"Hello?" answered the very deep voice of Akuma No Handora himself. "Who is this?"
"Trowa Barton."
The young man had to fight hard not to explode right then and there from his assumptions of who this "Trowa Barton" character was. "You better not be a telemarketer, you hear me, Trowa Barton?"
Trowa rolled his eyes, safely hidden in the control room. "I'm not a telemarketer, let me assure you. I'm much worse- someone who does not take well to having my time wasted, if you get me."
Akuma straightened up at the news. "Oh? Well, then, Mr. Barton, what exactly can I do for you?"
"You can meet halfway."
There was a small grunt coming from Akuma's side. "I'll see what I can arrange."
Trowa smirked triumphantly at the news. "Very well. I'll see you soon, Mr. Handora."
The line when dead and the young gangster by the English name of "Devil's Handler" was left to think over what had just happened.
He smiled suddenly, certain that this Trowa character was no one to be worried about, and that everything would soon be alright for him. As it always was.
"Very well. I'll see you soon, Mr. Handora."
Trowa slammed the phone down after uttering the last word, leaving no chance for the man to reject. Now the man would have to trace the call, track him down, and meet up, only to be surprised by who was in the headquarters.
Trowa smiled at his own good work. It soon turned to a frown when his mind flashed to the young girl in question. This part of the plan wasn't gonna be easy, that much was certain, but it wasn't impossible.
He sighed. He'd just have to make due at the moment. Trowa returned to staring at the screens, sure that she was up to no good.
Middie was always up to no good. It was just in her nature.