Nana's Imouto
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Ch. 15: Sunnydale Tales
You know, I really don't recall about what happened after I got back to my hotel room. Hopefully Luss-san won't randomly check in, or that Viper will do the sneezing trick.
But, what I do know is that I'm strapped to uncomfortable chair and I think I'm losing feeling in my arms. Okay, stay calm. Stay calm. Don't let them know that you're awake, try to keep a steady heartbeat. Don't sweat! Don't sweat Ann! Keep cool; you're cool as clam. I kept telling myself.
Then, I snorted. Ha, clam. Vongola-clam. Get it?
"Ah, I see you're awake," said a cool and collected voice; one that would belong to a CEO about to terminate a long time employee that was reading a newspaper. "Open your eyes so I can look at your face."
"If I open my eyes, is there going to be a bright light where I can't see your face?" I asked. Wondering what the hell happened. The voice didn't sound like anyone I would know, but then again I haven't exactly met some of the Big Bad...yet.
"No." The voice replied.
"If I open them, will there be a torture instrument a millimeter away from my eyes and if I have to sneeze it will make me blind?"
"No."
"Good, cause torture was forbidden in the Conference of Genoa of-" I started.
"Mi Dio, will you shut up?!" The voice finally shouted. I imagine they are throwing up their arms in annoyance.
"Well sorry. Had to be sure.' Cause I do like to read ya know. And also garden. Kind of need to see what I'm pulling up. So I needed to make sure."
"Just open your eyes."
"Fine fine fine. No need to throw a hissy fit." I stated, and opened my eyes. "Well... Out of all of the people who I thought would try to use me as leverage, a hostage or anything. I never thought it would be you."
"Oh? Who did you expect?" The voice said.
"The leader of the Boy-band that Kiddo is fighting, Prince Derek…Ghostie….Iem-chan…Campfire buddy….Jaws… really anyone but you." I stated./
"You never expected me?!" they said, sounding shocked.
"Nope. Never in a million years." I confirmed.
"Never ever?"
"Never ever."
"Wow. I really don't know what to say about that."
"How about just letting me go?" I asked, trying to shrug, but that just made the ropes tighten.
"Nice try, but no. I have to kill you."
"Well worth a shot. I do have to ask though. Why did you tie me to a chair? Why are you going to kill me? What did I do to deserve this?" I asked, really hoping that they'll monologue and that will somehow cause the rope to break and I can escape willy nilly from this nonsense.
"I just hate you."
"Really? That's it? I'm not ruining some big plan of yours? Interfering with your love life? Stolen money from you? The fact I'm prettier than you? There has to be something that I did to make you hate me. It's not like you just woke up one day and decided to hate the person you kidnapped." I stated in disbelief. I just can't imagine someone trying to off for no reason at all. Unless they are a psychopath. I narrowed my eyes at the person at that thought.
They started getting irritated with me, "Well if I had to point out something. It would be that you know too much."
"Huh, well damn." And after a few moments of them not doing anything. I asked, "Well, aren't you going to kill me? Or are you going to kill me with suspense?"/
"Will you shut up?!"
"Make me Oregano!" I shouted at her. "Just try to kill me, we'll see how that goes! People will be looking for me!" Oh, what's this? Did she seriously tie me to a metal chair from high school? Do you know how easy it is to unscrew one of these guys and use the screw to cut threw the ropes?
My kidnapper is a moron.
Hope this brightens your day! Sorry that's short.
-Megi
