A/N: So I'm trying my hand at writing slightly darker stuff than I usually do. I doubt it'll be as gory as some LN fics, but just a little heads up just in case.

When Six first awoke in a giant suitcase on what seemed to be a gigantic ship, she wasn't afraid. Confused? Definitely, without a doubt. But fear just wasn't an emotion or even so much as a possibility in her mind. Sure, she had no clue where she was or how she got there, but it was better then that terrible nightmare she had just awoken from. Anything was better than that nightmare. Six didn't know why that dream filled her up with dread the way that it did, but then again she didn't know why anything was the way it was at the moment.

But I could learn, the thought hit her like a lightning bolt, followed shortly by the thunder of resolve. Six would find out who she was, where she was, and why she was there.

She started getting the feeling not long after starting her journey. It was like a cold breath, a tingling on the back of her neck. Somebody is watching me, she realized with dread. But who? Who would be interested in her journey? And why did it feel like they, whoever they were, expected something from her? Waiting for her to do something, or something to happen to her. And whatever it was, it didn't seem like something good. Whoever it was that would watch Six so intently in a place like this couldn't possibly wish her well. She wasn't sure how she knew this but she did. Knew it with more certainty than her own name.

It happened out of nowhere, with no warning whatsoever. One minute Six was right as rain, watching with mild interest as a rat scurried away from her. They sure do have a lot of rats around here; I wonder what they do to— She never finished that thought, for suddenly a loud insistent grumbling erupted from her stomach, followed by an even more insistent pain. It was as though someone's fist had wrapped around her innards and was squeezing them together without abandon.

Then it stopped. No pain, no grumbling, nothing. Like before, she felt completely fine. She was just about to wonder if she'd somehow imagined the whole thing somehow when it happened again, with even more vengence. What's happening to me? The girl wondered, groaning in ppain as she began slowly forward. Why am I so... so... This time the pain didn't let up all the way, staying around with lesser aches and rumblings.

...Hungry. That's what the feeling was, hunger. But it was more desperate and primal than any human's should ever be. Six needed food, and she needed it now!

Through the shadows swimming before her deep brown eyes, Six noticed that she was nearing a cafeteria. It was completely vacant, save for a thin shadow of a boy eating a meager meal alone. But at least he had something to eat, he was free to feed himself while Six was suffering with nothing!

The boy seemed to have read her thoughts, or maybe he just knew what someone desperately in need of help looked like, for he stood, tossing a piece of bread through the bars. Six was on top of it before it hit the floor completely and had gulped three large chunks of it down before she really registered what was going on. -it didn't matter what the bread tasted like, if it was fresh, or if it was dirty or stale. All that mattered was getting as much of it as possible inside of her as quick as possible. That way she could be rid of this terrible hunger as soon as-WAIT WHAT IS THAT?

A wisp of blackness, shadow being casted where it shouldn't have been able to. Right next to her. She swallowed her last bite and wipped her head around, but saw nothing. The only indication that something was amiss was the flickering lights overhead.

What was that? Six was slightly in shock as she picked herself up off the floor, wiping the stray breadcrumbs from her coat. Had it not been for them and the boy standing behind the bars looking as uncomfortable and disturbed as Six felt, she would have thought she'd imagined the whole... episode.

There was something so eery and surreal about what had just happened, and it also felt kind of violating in a way that the girl couldn't quite put into words, not even in her mind. There was just something so... wrong and unnatural about the whole thing. Not to mention that feeling of being watched was back, and it was stronger than ever. Six wondered if the boy felt it, too?

"S-sorry about that," Six croaked hoarslely, her voice sounding nasty from disuse. "I-I don't know what came over me." As she hobbled away from the cafeteria, still feeling extremely unsettled, she mused to herself that truer words had probably never been spoken. Suddenly having a thought she glanced over her shoulder. "Thanks for helping me," she called before walking away.

Unbenounced to Six, someone really was watching her. She crouched in the darkness, unseen by Six and the boy. Well, almost. She would need to be careful not to slip up again like that in the future. If she was more careful, then surely that curse would have warped Six's mind in no time flat. All she needed to do now was wait...

A/N: To be honest I'm not quite sure how this chapter turned out, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless.