Disclaimer: I don't own, control or did not create any OC's in this story except maybe the shooter and I did that either. I think I was like twelve when I started this FanFiction… But other than that! I don't own the right or the characters in this story!

Annndddd also! I had to take down a re-update because I actually updated the wrng chappterfor the wrong story *Facepalm* I cant believe I never noticed. Ugh.

Another Disclaimer: I haven't ran this by my beta reader yet, in a strong attempt to get this out as quickly as possible, so please forgive me for my grammar.

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For once in my life, I had never been so happy to see the police. And I probably never would be again. The lights blinded me, and all I could see was a flashing red and blue that sent my mind into a dazzled over drive. Sure, I was dehydrated and traumatized, and the questions they asked me went in one ear and out the other, but I had never been so happy to see them.

"He's been identified as Nagihiko Fujisaki – one of the missing students from Seiyo Academy shooting."

"He's from the shooting, poor kid, must be traumatized."

"How did he even get out here?"

I heard those, they talked about us as if we were lab rats and not people. The lady questioning me, the words coming from her mouth might as well be a completely different language.

I swear fifteen more cop cars, dazzled in white and flashing with red and blue, stormed down the road and past us. Probably to the school. But that hit me.

They had taken her.

Small, tiny, vulnerable Rima. Had been kidnapped once more.

"He has her..." I mumbled, as I stared down the empty road.

"Who? Who has who..?" The women asked, finally getting something out of me. Too bad it really wasn't something she probably wanted.

"He…he has Rima."

And then it went off. The cops all looked at me, and then phones were buzzing and people were alerting the others.

"Who…Nagi? Who has Rima?" The women asked more frantically, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I continued to stare down the road. What had she gone through? Had they dragged her? What was she thinking? How could she have been thinking? Why didn't she call out for me?

And now, she was all alone.

"The shooter… I think the shooter has Rima."

"Nagihiko has been found, he's led to believe that the shooter has taken Rima Mashiro."

And everything after that went by in a flash, I was rushed from the forest, to the school, to the hospital. My parents smothered me in hugs I couldn't give back. And trauma nailed me in the face until all I could really think about was Rima. I cried, and sobbed, definitely screamed a little.

I also threw up a few times. Violently.

And then this deep, coldness settled into the pit of my stomach. But no matter how many times I threw up, I couldn't get rid of the sadness that was threatening to take over.

And then I just stared. My parents and friends, tried to talk to me. But as they days went on – and we had no news of Rima. I just…stared.

And I understood it. I understood why so many people talk of just… curling in a ball. Folding yourself so tightly until you just…don't exist anymore. I understood suicidal thoughts, and I understood self-harm. I understood because this dark, blackness was so thick, and it clouded in around me. Like it wanted to drown me in my own memories. And play them again, and again, and again until I broke. And something about it was peaceful – that dark cloud had such a soothing touch. It promised…no pain. It promised…nothing.

And as much as I wanted to collapse myself into one big, ball of nothingness.

I couldn't.

I needed to find Rima.

Someone needed to find Rima.

"Nagi. It's not your fault…" Kukai had always been horrible at comforting people. But he didn't realize just how big the blame was. How much it could be pointed at me. I looked up at Kukai. He looked depressed, and worn out. Nothing like the careless Kukai we had all come to adore.

"But it is!" I insisted, pushing up so my weight was on my elbows.

Kukai sighed, "No! Nagi! It's not! Amu isn't dead because of you! We're not going to Yaya's funeral because you shot her! You didn't call him and give him the idea to shoot up a school… You don't even know him!"

"My girlfriend was Akir-"

But I did. Now I did. It all made sense now. He was taking my girlfriend – because I was marrying his. It almost sounded comical, if it hadn't been put in such a bad case.

"Kukai…call the cops."

"What?"

"Call the cops I know who the shooter is!"

Kukai didn't hesitate. He didn't question. He had seen the way something clicked, a memory had rushed back. And he called the cops.

I know they got here quickly, but for me – it took an eternity.

"He had… dark red hair. And brown eyes. He said his girlfriend was Akira. Akira, umm…, her last name is…" I was drawing a blank. My mind buzzed through last names that I just couldn't recognize. Like the alphabet decided to blow up.

"Minako" My father's voice was a strong presence in the room, and the cop turned to him.

"He's Akira Minako's boyfriend."

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It didn't take long. We contacted Akira instantly, she was shocked. But she didn't sound overly surprised. The shooter's name was Kivan.

We got his address, Akira gave it to us willingly.

But by the time we had got there, he had already left town.

And taken Rima with him.

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Okay guys. It's been literally a year since I updated. I know. And I promised I would update soon. I know. And a year, a year is not soon. I know. But I went through some stuff, my nana died and my brother left town. I had this extreme, original book crisis I had to deal with and then…honestly. I didn't want to finish writing this because I was scared it wouldn't have any readers anymore. Or simply because maybe it wasn't good enough. And my writing has definitely changed – hopefully for the better- so it may seem like to completely different people wrote this. But I decided I wanted to finish it, so I could continue on to update more stories. And I couldn't do that leaving a story incomplete.

So I hope I still have some readers. New readers or ones that have been here from the beginning. If not. That's okay too. I'm going to continue to update anyway.

With that being said,

Please drop a review and fly on!

Not so sincerely,

Miss Unaproachable.