Obsession
By: Kutabare
Author's Note: Well, here's another chapter. Sorry if it's short, but I couldn't write with only two suggestions for couples. The sooner the main couple is decided, the sooner I can continue further with this. Well, read and review.
Disclaimer: All of the Gundam Wing and Sailor Moon characters belong to their respected owners; I do not own them. Any other characters that do not belong to those two series are mine. Do not use and claim them as your own.
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Horrible, horrible, horrible. That was the only word that could describe the events that had taken place during his plane ride. Never again would he ride a plane, he vowed to himself. Closing his eyes, Duo Maxwell leaned his head against the brick wall of the hotel building, his fingers numb from the winter cold. He had no idea what had happened on the plane, other than the fact that he saved a man.
'You'd think I'd get a medal for it. But noooo...instead, I'm being chased around by something.'
Pushing himself off the wall, he rubbed his face, hoping to clear his thoughts and come up with a plan. What had happened back there? What were those creatures? Were they human? What did they want with that man? And most importantly, why did he have to stick his nose into other people's business?! God, there were so many questions.
'Maybe that man could answer it. I sure as hell hope he can.'
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Warmth. He could feel the heat ease his body, awakening the many parts of him that had gone numb. Heero Yuy began to carefully sit up, but just as quickly, he collapsed onto the bed. The effort was too painful. What happened? Closing his eyes, he tried to recall the events that led up to this moment. They came in small flashes, most of which consisted of him trying to escape....some thing. And another man. There was another man with him...or was it a female? The voice sounded male, but the long chestnut braid had thrown him off.
Hearing footsteps approach his door, he shifted slightly and calmed his breathing, slipping into the appearance of being asleep. The muffled steps reached him, stopped at his bedside, and Heero patiently waited. Then the footsteps moved away, fading slowly as they left the room. Peering through his lashes, he opened his eyes.
"Ah, so Sleeping Beauty decides to wake up. Heh." The voice was tinged with amusement and sarcasm. Standing at the foot of the bed was none other than his 'savior.' Wanting to sit up, yet knowing he couldn't, Heero glared at this person, unsure of what else to do. Things were definitely not going as planned.
"My my. Look who has an attitude, and after I saved your life too."
"Who-" His voice came out as a croak, so clearing his throat, Heero tried once more. "Who are you?"
"I think I should ask the questions here. Heh. I mean, after all, you're the one lying helpless in bed."
Narrowing his cobalt eyes, Duo Maxwell scrutinized the man's wounded body. His upper torso along with his left arm was wrapped completely with bandages, some of which were becoming stained in crimson. About fifteen minutes ago, Duo had come upstairs to check on his 'guest' and decided to go through his briefcase for information.
"Heero Yuy. That's your name, right?"
"Hn," the answer was a simple grunt.
'No, he's definitely not the grateful type. My luck.'
Sighing, the young man with the braid approached the side of the bed easily, not a single thought given towards whether this 'Heero Yuy' might be dangerous. As far as he was concerned, a member of an injured party should not argue with his rescuer. Thus, it came as a surprise when that very same member held him at gun point.
'Where the hell did he get that gun?!' Slowly, Duo began backtracking, and nearly cursed aloud when he remembered that he placed the gun on the nightstand earlier. 'You're a bonafide genius, Maxwell buddy.'
"I repeat. Who are you?" It hurt him to be in this position, but he held back a flinch as he felt the cuts in his side opening once more. 'Damn. This is definitely not going as planned.'
"Alright, alright, buddy. I'll tell you." With hands still raised in the air, Heero's rescuer slowly sat in a chair across from the bed, a wry grin on his face. A moment of intense silence filled the room, then a soft click signalling the preparation of a bullet into Duo's skull.
"Uh..I was going to ask if you could put that away..but, I guess that means no." Heero slowly pressed down on the trigger, his ice blue eyes reflecting determination and a disturbing lack of fear.
"Duo Maxwell. That's my name," the man quickly stated, looking at the Heero with slightly widened eyes.
'What is this guy? A killer?! Ohhh..I should have listened to my mother...never pick up strangers.'
"Where am I? And, what happened?" The gun made a slight gesture, and Duo tensed under it, very much conscious of the fact that it was still pointed at some part of him.
"Er...Tokyo, Japan. We're currently at 157-A, third floor, building two, Judidao Suites." His voice held amusement, but the deep blue of Duo Maxwell's eyes held a seriousness which meant that his jokes were to prevent the loss of face. Heero judged him to be a strange person.
'Someone who would laugh at death.'
"What happened?" He repeated his question again, frowning slightly at the man before him.
"Short or long version?" His posture was relaxed, but Heero knew that Duo was tense underneath the skin.
"Short."
"Well, we were on a plane. There was a scream. Some people died. You were attacked. And I helped you out. Now, we're here." Now the light of amusement reached his rescuer's eyes, his lips once more lifted in a half-grin.
"What attacked me? And no more games."
"Honestly, I don't know. Can't you remember?" Leaning forward, Duo stared at the man, his eyes showing some sign of horror and revulsion as he remembered those things that leapt at them.
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They had just landed ten minutes ago, but a group of people had accosted the pilot, forcing a delay. He had wondered at this, but thought nothing of it; he should have acted sooner. For eternity, the images would burn into his mind, and Duo doubted that he would ever forget.
There was so much blood everywhere. It covered the small theatre screen, the front seats, and even him. At first, Duo had thought the people that had attacked the passengers were terrorists, something simple. His thoughts soon changed as they killed people ferociously, going row by row in an organized manner, seeming as if they were searching. Not even psychopaths murdered in this sickening way. Their techniques were merciless, and many moans were often heard after they finished their victim, leaving their playthings alive to suffer.
His first idea was to save himself and escape, but he revised that plan quickly once he caught a glimpse of his true enemy on that plane. There was a glint of yellow behind their eyes as they moved, and the shadows on the airplane seemed to writhe and twist in an ecstatic dance as more blood spilled on the carpet. Duo Maxwell couldn't understand all of this, but he did know that they wanted someone.
'That man. They're staring at him.' There was a business man with dark, unruly hair in his center row, seemingly conscious of the fact that they were zeroing in on him.
Normally, Duo would leave the man for dead, but he had this gut feeling that, for once, he should ignore his rules and help him. He had never really believed in miracles or other supernatural things, but after witnessing the ways of death these 'humans' wraught upon the innocent...well, it made one think. And so it was that he found himself yanking the man away from the beings, down the aisle in the opposite direction, and through the nearest emergency exit.
Straight onto a pile of luggage. Briefly thanking his patron god, the Shinigami, Duo had begun to relax, thinking they were relatively safe. For the moment. From behind him, he heard the loud ringing from a gun, then another; to his surprise, the next sound he heard was a crash. Looking behind him, he saw a woman jump through the front of the window of the plane, breaking through the thick, shot glass. Pieces of it stuck to her skin, embedded within, but she didn't seem to feel it as she pulled a piece out from her arm.
For the rest of his now shortened life, Duo would never forget that twisted smile, nor those empty eyes that threatened to take in his soul...or something similar. The groan of the man he had saved broke the trance that Duo was falling into, and he knew that the man had possibly already paid back the debt. A life for a life.
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The medical instruments fell to the floor with a loud clatter as the patient stood up from the bed, darkened eyes wild and looking around in a frenzy. Pulling out the various tubes that were connected to her emaciated body, she began to walk towards the nurse, who stood watching helplessly.
Freedom. Pain. Cold.
She felt it all, and she rejoiced soundlessly. But, the thing that plagued her most was fear, betrayal, and anger. She couldn't remember why. It hurt so much. Her small frame fell against the woman, causing her to gasp in shock and some fear. Then, the patient heard it. The one noise that broke her, made her crazy.
Babump...babump...babump..babump. Babump. Babump. Babumpbabumpbabump.
Faster, faster, it kept beating, and she felt the rush of fear and blood that accelerated throughout the nurse's body. Why did it hurt so much? Why did she feel so empty? What was missing?! Tearing at the nurse's white uniform, she became ravenous, her vision scarlet. She must find it.
Thud. The nurse had passed out, and the woman gazed down at her, staring at the small pulse on the side of her neck. Oh, how sweet would it be? To taste what was given to her, then taken away so abruptly. Kneeling down, she lifted the nurse in her frail arms, her head dipping down, leaning closer towards the white expanse of throat exposed to her. So close. But as she brushed her sharp incisors against the skin, her head jerked away, and she dropped the unconscious woman.
It was wrong. She did not want that one; too pure. The door opened and a clipboard clattered to the floor as a doctor walked in, then closed the door once more.
"I see you have awakened. They will be so pleased." As if noticing the nurse on the floor for the first time, he smirked and looked at the crouched patient.
"Was I interrupting your meal? Go ahead. Feast to your heart's content, my dear, dear experiment." He stepped closer towards the kneeling woman, offering to help her feed from the nurse.
"..no..not her..." It was a mere whisper, so he did not hear; but she repeated herself as he got closer. Even as he kneeled down beside her, he still did not hear her words. No, it was too late to react by the time he caught her soft words.
"..I do not kill the innocent." Snatching his arm, she yanked him down, and bit into his neck, ignoring his soft moans and protests. Nothing could pull her away from the nourishment her body demanded. When finished, she threw the dry husk of his body away from her in disgust.
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Ignoring the polite greetings of those working in the operations room, Michiru Tenou briskly made her way towards the solid oak doors on the other side. Her delicate brows were furrowed in thought as she stepped into the head of the corporation's office, softly closing the door behind her. The tan-skinned lady was on the phone, her eyebrows raising slightly in question at the appearance of her advisor. Gracefully ending her conversation, she placed the phone back into its cradle, and silently waited.
"She has escaped."
There were no questions as to whom Michiru referred to. Briefly closing her eyes to calm her thoughts, making certain her mask of polite calm was secure, Setsuna spoke.
"When?"
"Last night, apparently. Approximately at 2100 hours."
"And the other?"
"He's still unconscious. But.."
Narrowing her eyes shrewdly, the older woman patiently waited for her advisor to speak. Time was wasting, and if there was any information, it needed to be said. Now.
"The plane arrived yesterday as well. There were many casualties, but none were him. Also, another passenger was witnessed helping him. He escaped as well."
Locking her hands behind her back, she hid the fact that she had clenched them into fists, her garnet eyes raising to meet teal ones. The time had come. They both knew it would. Now, they had to understand and win over their enemy.
"Search for all of them. Also, add more security to the west wing; we would not want to lose him."
"Of course, ma'am."
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Outside, the storm thundered, but inside it was silent. Within the dark room was a simple stand, a single dim lamp overhead casting a spotlight above the young man in front of the stand. Slowly lifting the violin to his chin, he closed his eyes and began to play, the fiddle moving elegantly over the strings. A violent, seething flow of passion flowed throughout the room, pounding against the walls and windows restlessly. Trapped.
Another flash of lightning lit the room, casting long shadows along the walls for a brief second before the shadows once again engulfed the place. The music came to an ultimate peak, the cry for mercy, then a snap was heard. Echoed. Dropping the violin to the floor, he clutched his ears. Bending his golden head, he tried to focus on the memory that haunted him. A sweet smile, the brilliant sun, and the red. What was the red?
Screaming in agony, he dropped to the floor, his small frame wracked in sobs as he cried for help, for mercy. The metal door opened to his room, and the footsteps came in again. Gentle fingers brushed his pure platinum gold locks, calming him as they pressed the needle into his arm.
"Shh..Quatre. I will be here."
Clutching the nurse's skirt, he closed his eyes, no longer resisting the strong sedative as a nightmarish rest stole over him. Calmly, the nurse smiled, caressing his cheek with her gentle fingers. Glancing back at the door, she looked at her fellow worker, and nodded slightly in assurance.
"He's asleep.."
"Oh, good. Honestly, I don't understand why he continues playing when he just breaks the violin anyways. We need a new job, Minako-san."
Helping her friend lift the boy onto the small cot next to the window, they placed a strap connected to the heart monitor to his wrist. As Eika-san turned away from the patient, the nurse known as Minako switched the frequency alternator on, suppressing a sigh as the young adult tensed. Turning off the lights, the blonde beauty closed the metal doors, shutting away any chance of freedom should the boy try to escape.
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Author's Notes: Well, that's the end of this chapter. The couples are still undecided, therefore I still cannot put a name to the girl that escaped. I hope you enjoyed this story so far. If you have any suggestions, comments, or ideas, I would love to hear them in a review or e-mail. My e-mail address is gildedlily410hotmail.com.
By: Kutabare
Author's Note: Well, here's another chapter. Sorry if it's short, but I couldn't write with only two suggestions for couples. The sooner the main couple is decided, the sooner I can continue further with this. Well, read and review.
Disclaimer: All of the Gundam Wing and Sailor Moon characters belong to their respected owners; I do not own them. Any other characters that do not belong to those two series are mine. Do not use and claim them as your own.
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Horrible, horrible, horrible. That was the only word that could describe the events that had taken place during his plane ride. Never again would he ride a plane, he vowed to himself. Closing his eyes, Duo Maxwell leaned his head against the brick wall of the hotel building, his fingers numb from the winter cold. He had no idea what had happened on the plane, other than the fact that he saved a man.
'You'd think I'd get a medal for it. But noooo...instead, I'm being chased around by something.'
Pushing himself off the wall, he rubbed his face, hoping to clear his thoughts and come up with a plan. What had happened back there? What were those creatures? Were they human? What did they want with that man? And most importantly, why did he have to stick his nose into other people's business?! God, there were so many questions.
'Maybe that man could answer it. I sure as hell hope he can.'
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Warmth. He could feel the heat ease his body, awakening the many parts of him that had gone numb. Heero Yuy began to carefully sit up, but just as quickly, he collapsed onto the bed. The effort was too painful. What happened? Closing his eyes, he tried to recall the events that led up to this moment. They came in small flashes, most of which consisted of him trying to escape....some thing. And another man. There was another man with him...or was it a female? The voice sounded male, but the long chestnut braid had thrown him off.
Hearing footsteps approach his door, he shifted slightly and calmed his breathing, slipping into the appearance of being asleep. The muffled steps reached him, stopped at his bedside, and Heero patiently waited. Then the footsteps moved away, fading slowly as they left the room. Peering through his lashes, he opened his eyes.
"Ah, so Sleeping Beauty decides to wake up. Heh." The voice was tinged with amusement and sarcasm. Standing at the foot of the bed was none other than his 'savior.' Wanting to sit up, yet knowing he couldn't, Heero glared at this person, unsure of what else to do. Things were definitely not going as planned.
"My my. Look who has an attitude, and after I saved your life too."
"Who-" His voice came out as a croak, so clearing his throat, Heero tried once more. "Who are you?"
"I think I should ask the questions here. Heh. I mean, after all, you're the one lying helpless in bed."
Narrowing his cobalt eyes, Duo Maxwell scrutinized the man's wounded body. His upper torso along with his left arm was wrapped completely with bandages, some of which were becoming stained in crimson. About fifteen minutes ago, Duo had come upstairs to check on his 'guest' and decided to go through his briefcase for information.
"Heero Yuy. That's your name, right?"
"Hn," the answer was a simple grunt.
'No, he's definitely not the grateful type. My luck.'
Sighing, the young man with the braid approached the side of the bed easily, not a single thought given towards whether this 'Heero Yuy' might be dangerous. As far as he was concerned, a member of an injured party should not argue with his rescuer. Thus, it came as a surprise when that very same member held him at gun point.
'Where the hell did he get that gun?!' Slowly, Duo began backtracking, and nearly cursed aloud when he remembered that he placed the gun on the nightstand earlier. 'You're a bonafide genius, Maxwell buddy.'
"I repeat. Who are you?" It hurt him to be in this position, but he held back a flinch as he felt the cuts in his side opening once more. 'Damn. This is definitely not going as planned.'
"Alright, alright, buddy. I'll tell you." With hands still raised in the air, Heero's rescuer slowly sat in a chair across from the bed, a wry grin on his face. A moment of intense silence filled the room, then a soft click signalling the preparation of a bullet into Duo's skull.
"Uh..I was going to ask if you could put that away..but, I guess that means no." Heero slowly pressed down on the trigger, his ice blue eyes reflecting determination and a disturbing lack of fear.
"Duo Maxwell. That's my name," the man quickly stated, looking at the Heero with slightly widened eyes.
'What is this guy? A killer?! Ohhh..I should have listened to my mother...never pick up strangers.'
"Where am I? And, what happened?" The gun made a slight gesture, and Duo tensed under it, very much conscious of the fact that it was still pointed at some part of him.
"Er...Tokyo, Japan. We're currently at 157-A, third floor, building two, Judidao Suites." His voice held amusement, but the deep blue of Duo Maxwell's eyes held a seriousness which meant that his jokes were to prevent the loss of face. Heero judged him to be a strange person.
'Someone who would laugh at death.'
"What happened?" He repeated his question again, frowning slightly at the man before him.
"Short or long version?" His posture was relaxed, but Heero knew that Duo was tense underneath the skin.
"Short."
"Well, we were on a plane. There was a scream. Some people died. You were attacked. And I helped you out. Now, we're here." Now the light of amusement reached his rescuer's eyes, his lips once more lifted in a half-grin.
"What attacked me? And no more games."
"Honestly, I don't know. Can't you remember?" Leaning forward, Duo stared at the man, his eyes showing some sign of horror and revulsion as he remembered those things that leapt at them.
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They had just landed ten minutes ago, but a group of people had accosted the pilot, forcing a delay. He had wondered at this, but thought nothing of it; he should have acted sooner. For eternity, the images would burn into his mind, and Duo doubted that he would ever forget.
There was so much blood everywhere. It covered the small theatre screen, the front seats, and even him. At first, Duo had thought the people that had attacked the passengers were terrorists, something simple. His thoughts soon changed as they killed people ferociously, going row by row in an organized manner, seeming as if they were searching. Not even psychopaths murdered in this sickening way. Their techniques were merciless, and many moans were often heard after they finished their victim, leaving their playthings alive to suffer.
His first idea was to save himself and escape, but he revised that plan quickly once he caught a glimpse of his true enemy on that plane. There was a glint of yellow behind their eyes as they moved, and the shadows on the airplane seemed to writhe and twist in an ecstatic dance as more blood spilled on the carpet. Duo Maxwell couldn't understand all of this, but he did know that they wanted someone.
'That man. They're staring at him.' There was a business man with dark, unruly hair in his center row, seemingly conscious of the fact that they were zeroing in on him.
Normally, Duo would leave the man for dead, but he had this gut feeling that, for once, he should ignore his rules and help him. He had never really believed in miracles or other supernatural things, but after witnessing the ways of death these 'humans' wraught upon the innocent...well, it made one think. And so it was that he found himself yanking the man away from the beings, down the aisle in the opposite direction, and through the nearest emergency exit.
Straight onto a pile of luggage. Briefly thanking his patron god, the Shinigami, Duo had begun to relax, thinking they were relatively safe. For the moment. From behind him, he heard the loud ringing from a gun, then another; to his surprise, the next sound he heard was a crash. Looking behind him, he saw a woman jump through the front of the window of the plane, breaking through the thick, shot glass. Pieces of it stuck to her skin, embedded within, but she didn't seem to feel it as she pulled a piece out from her arm.
For the rest of his now shortened life, Duo would never forget that twisted smile, nor those empty eyes that threatened to take in his soul...or something similar. The groan of the man he had saved broke the trance that Duo was falling into, and he knew that the man had possibly already paid back the debt. A life for a life.
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The medical instruments fell to the floor with a loud clatter as the patient stood up from the bed, darkened eyes wild and looking around in a frenzy. Pulling out the various tubes that were connected to her emaciated body, she began to walk towards the nurse, who stood watching helplessly.
Freedom. Pain. Cold.
She felt it all, and she rejoiced soundlessly. But, the thing that plagued her most was fear, betrayal, and anger. She couldn't remember why. It hurt so much. Her small frame fell against the woman, causing her to gasp in shock and some fear. Then, the patient heard it. The one noise that broke her, made her crazy.
Babump...babump...babump..babump. Babump. Babump. Babumpbabumpbabump.
Faster, faster, it kept beating, and she felt the rush of fear and blood that accelerated throughout the nurse's body. Why did it hurt so much? Why did she feel so empty? What was missing?! Tearing at the nurse's white uniform, she became ravenous, her vision scarlet. She must find it.
Thud. The nurse had passed out, and the woman gazed down at her, staring at the small pulse on the side of her neck. Oh, how sweet would it be? To taste what was given to her, then taken away so abruptly. Kneeling down, she lifted the nurse in her frail arms, her head dipping down, leaning closer towards the white expanse of throat exposed to her. So close. But as she brushed her sharp incisors against the skin, her head jerked away, and she dropped the unconscious woman.
It was wrong. She did not want that one; too pure. The door opened and a clipboard clattered to the floor as a doctor walked in, then closed the door once more.
"I see you have awakened. They will be so pleased." As if noticing the nurse on the floor for the first time, he smirked and looked at the crouched patient.
"Was I interrupting your meal? Go ahead. Feast to your heart's content, my dear, dear experiment." He stepped closer towards the kneeling woman, offering to help her feed from the nurse.
"..no..not her..." It was a mere whisper, so he did not hear; but she repeated herself as he got closer. Even as he kneeled down beside her, he still did not hear her words. No, it was too late to react by the time he caught her soft words.
"..I do not kill the innocent." Snatching his arm, she yanked him down, and bit into his neck, ignoring his soft moans and protests. Nothing could pull her away from the nourishment her body demanded. When finished, she threw the dry husk of his body away from her in disgust.
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Ignoring the polite greetings of those working in the operations room, Michiru Tenou briskly made her way towards the solid oak doors on the other side. Her delicate brows were furrowed in thought as she stepped into the head of the corporation's office, softly closing the door behind her. The tan-skinned lady was on the phone, her eyebrows raising slightly in question at the appearance of her advisor. Gracefully ending her conversation, she placed the phone back into its cradle, and silently waited.
"She has escaped."
There were no questions as to whom Michiru referred to. Briefly closing her eyes to calm her thoughts, making certain her mask of polite calm was secure, Setsuna spoke.
"When?"
"Last night, apparently. Approximately at 2100 hours."
"And the other?"
"He's still unconscious. But.."
Narrowing her eyes shrewdly, the older woman patiently waited for her advisor to speak. Time was wasting, and if there was any information, it needed to be said. Now.
"The plane arrived yesterday as well. There were many casualties, but none were him. Also, another passenger was witnessed helping him. He escaped as well."
Locking her hands behind her back, she hid the fact that she had clenched them into fists, her garnet eyes raising to meet teal ones. The time had come. They both knew it would. Now, they had to understand and win over their enemy.
"Search for all of them. Also, add more security to the west wing; we would not want to lose him."
"Of course, ma'am."
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Outside, the storm thundered, but inside it was silent. Within the dark room was a simple stand, a single dim lamp overhead casting a spotlight above the young man in front of the stand. Slowly lifting the violin to his chin, he closed his eyes and began to play, the fiddle moving elegantly over the strings. A violent, seething flow of passion flowed throughout the room, pounding against the walls and windows restlessly. Trapped.
Another flash of lightning lit the room, casting long shadows along the walls for a brief second before the shadows once again engulfed the place. The music came to an ultimate peak, the cry for mercy, then a snap was heard. Echoed. Dropping the violin to the floor, he clutched his ears. Bending his golden head, he tried to focus on the memory that haunted him. A sweet smile, the brilliant sun, and the red. What was the red?
Screaming in agony, he dropped to the floor, his small frame wracked in sobs as he cried for help, for mercy. The metal door opened to his room, and the footsteps came in again. Gentle fingers brushed his pure platinum gold locks, calming him as they pressed the needle into his arm.
"Shh..Quatre. I will be here."
Clutching the nurse's skirt, he closed his eyes, no longer resisting the strong sedative as a nightmarish rest stole over him. Calmly, the nurse smiled, caressing his cheek with her gentle fingers. Glancing back at the door, she looked at her fellow worker, and nodded slightly in assurance.
"He's asleep.."
"Oh, good. Honestly, I don't understand why he continues playing when he just breaks the violin anyways. We need a new job, Minako-san."
Helping her friend lift the boy onto the small cot next to the window, they placed a strap connected to the heart monitor to his wrist. As Eika-san turned away from the patient, the nurse known as Minako switched the frequency alternator on, suppressing a sigh as the young adult tensed. Turning off the lights, the blonde beauty closed the metal doors, shutting away any chance of freedom should the boy try to escape.
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Author's Notes: Well, that's the end of this chapter. The couples are still undecided, therefore I still cannot put a name to the girl that escaped. I hope you enjoyed this story so far. If you have any suggestions, comments, or ideas, I would love to hear them in a review or e-mail. My e-mail address is gildedlily410hotmail.com.