Sorry I haven't updated in what seemed like an eternity, busy so! School work all these tings they clous my brain and leave no time open!

Three guesses who's in this chapter... Ok I don't know if you'll get me or hate me after this chapter. Do you all know how a book has parts, like 1 and 2 or 3. Well we've reached part 2... well sort of. I decided to cut the story into parts every time point of views change. And this is a different p.o.v... I don't know how it'll work out so here goes nothing!

Part Two

"Narita you have a visitor."

The policeman yanked my arms and snapped a cold pair of handcuffs on that made me flinch, they were a little too tight too. The officer's nametag read S. Sagara. I had to go through various rooms and checked and double-checked... Who ever this was, they better be worth all this bull shit they were putting me through. My wrists hurt liked hell and it was not helping that Sagara was pulling and pushing me at his will.

"Clear." The last check room at last.

I was lead to a blinding white room with fluorescent lights lining the ceilings and a row of booth like rooms that looked more like broom closets. I could hear some of the other inmates behind some of the corrals.

"Here we are Narita." Sagara pushed me into a room with a big number 4 printed in a green marker on a dry-erase board hanging on a small side of the wall. Sagara opened the door and inside was a stool. The size was moderate, but there was a small counter and a plate of glass separating the room in half. A black phone connecting from one side to the next, and there were small holes punctured in the glass around the size of cigarettes, even though there were phones to talk on, I assumed it was for better hearing and communication. Wow how considerate of who ever designed this god-forsaken place. Sagara undid my cuffs and closed the thin door behind him, I heard him lock it. Who ever was here to see me, they were late. I took a seat on the stool or chair or whatever the hell that thing was. I began to tap my fingers against the counter, I always kept them long and pointed, not because I'm girly but because one, the come in handy sometimes, two, They look good, and finally three, because it scares the crap out of people, or it brings them pleasure and amusement. It depends on what you're into. I used to keep my hair long but I cut it for good reasons, its just over my neck now, I left my bangs intact though. I tie it back with a rubber band or anything else I can find... The real classic jail look. You never want to look good in jail. The past month has been a bitch to me, the only thing keeping me up is the prospect that I'll be with Rin again.

I heard a buzzing sound from behind the door on the other half of the room separated by the plane of glass. Then it opened and a guard walked in and another held the door open, as if waiting for another person to come. And they were. I heard footsteps, more like the sound of high heels making their way from behind the doorway. I raised my head in curiosity and expectation.

'Could it be her?' I thought to myself.

No, that was impossible. Rin wouldn't come. I kept waiting anxiously, I held my breath when I didn't even know what I was doing. That's when she came in.

It was as if time stopped and I felt my blood run cold.