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She stared at the wall opposite. It was becoming familiar, she had lost track of the length of time she had been in the room. It could be hours or days, she wasn't sure. Rangiku couldn't be completely sure they hadn't given her anything to cloud her mind. Every time she opened her eyes, it was all blurry and there was always that strange, sweet taste in her mouth. Her once bright blue eyes had dulled, they darted around the room and saw the Oshiro twins stood by the torch. Ayumu stood casually leaning with his arms folded across his chest while Takara stood calmly with a smirk on her face. "What do you want now? Haven't you already done enough?" Rangiku asked tiredly.
Takara smirked at her confidently, "It's time." She stated, "It's your turn."
My turn? For what? Rangiku's eyes narrow suspiciously, "What do you mean, my turn?"
The green haired woman cackled loudly. her brown eyes had a menacing glint in them, "It's a surprise, I know you'll love it."
Her words made Rangiku's stomach turn. An uneasy feeling settled in for Rangiku. She hated the useless feeling that was overtaking her, she wasn't that girl, the damsel in need of rescuing. She was a Lieutenant of the Gotei 13. I will escape this place she vowed, I don't need rescuing. It was a feeling that had fizzled out of her as she froze. It wasn't something Rangiku wanted to feel.
Pushing himself off the wall, Ayumu strode up to Rangiku and untied her hands. He stood over her naked body as she collapsed to the floor. "Oh come on, you''re a Lieutenant of the Gotei 13. I thought you were stronger than this." Ayumu pulled Rangiku to her feet. The blanket glided to the ground landing in a crumpled pile at her feet. "This all part of the process. We drained your Reiatsu ready for the procedure, it was a quick process. This chamber is my creation, it drains the Reiatsu of those who are held here." he grinned proudly.
Wobbly legs and a queasy feeling in her stomach, Rangiku tried to hold her head up. No, I will not go out like this. This is not how I die. Her resolve was building. The fire was building inside her, she knew she couldn't take much more but she won't go down with out a fight. Her Hakuda wasn't the strongest in the Seireitei but she could hold her own. Patience wasn't her strong suit either. Rangiku was impulsive but, this time, she would have to wait for an opening. Significantly weakened by their prison, Rangiku had time it perfectly. Ayumu and Takara gripped her arms and began to drag her out of the room. Just a little more she told herself. Their grip tightened as they passed through the door, Rangiku allowed her head to lull, giving herself a chance to look for anyone who could stop her in her tracks.
Seeing no one, Rangiku struck. Stomping down on Ayumu's foot. Rangiku spun and struck Ayumu in the face and threw him forcefully to the floor. She gave a straight kick to Takara's mid section. It was lucky they weren't stronger otherwise she would be in trouble. Rangiku unleashed a flurry of punches to Takara's face. Takara fell backwards with a bloody and beaten face. Blood poured from her newly crooked nose and mouth.
Looking around frantically, Rangiku tried to find a way out. No time to find my things, I need to escape and I guess I'll have to do it nude. There were doors on bother ends of the corridor. Still weak, Rangiku stumbled as she headed to a door. She had no idea where it led but needed to get out of there and back to the Seireitei. She fell against the wall as she closed in on the door. Rangiku fell through the door as she pushed it open.
It was a set of stairs leading down. This is the way. Rangiku thought confidently gripping the rail. The stairs were steep, her feet easily overhanging. It was difficult to keep balance, her knuckles were white with an intense grip on the rail. Slow and steady, one step at a time. Her heart thumped the closer the bottom she got. Unsure of what was awaiting her once she was down there, Rangiku's thoughts assumed the worst. It was hard not to think like that when she was take captive.
She reached the bottom. It was a small square with a dark green door right in front of her and a door to her left. Another choice to make, freedom or capture. Her eyes darted between the two doors as she contemplated which door to take. It would have helped if Daichi was captured with her, they could have split up, that way, at least one of them would make it and tell the Seireitei where the other one was. She chose the left door. Rangiku apprehensively reached for the door and pushed it open slowly.
Without a sound, the door slid open revealing a large, darkened room. Rangiku edged inside. As soon as she slid her foot was over the threshold, she heard a creak. It couldn't have been her. Her eyes dart around the room, looking for any sign of life, a bird, a mouse, anything that could have caused the noise. A shadow darted across in front of her. It was fast, just a blur. Looking around Rangiku assumed there would be a window somewhere. Seeing nothing, Rangiku's search took to the floor, for anything heavy. She moved inside the room, still wary that something was in there with her. She felt for things a long the floor with her feet. It had to be heavy enough to break through the wall but light enough for her to be able to throw in her weakened state.
However, her plan was interrupted when she felt something move around her legs. Startled, Rangiku stepped away and heard a whine. In the darkness of the room she could make out the long fluffy tail and the large yellow eyes, It's just a cat Rangiku thought. As soon as that thought entered her mind she was struck in the back of the head. Blood matted her hair as she fell to the ground. It was slow motion for Rangiku. Before her eyes shut, she felt a familiar Reiatsu near by. Although there was something else there. I guess I'm going to have to play the damsel then. A small smile was on her lips as she hit the floor.
A muscular, dark skinned man with blonde corn rows and reflective sunglasses, stood over Rangiku's unconscious body. His deep, baritone voice filled the air, "You ain't gettin' away that easy, Little Girl. They have plans for you." Coldly, he picked up Rangiku and slung her body over his shoulder like a caveman with his prey and took her back the way she had come.