A.N: Sorry for the late update but I've been putting off my lessons in order to type so I had to catch up. But now, I'm done. I'm a kaijudo master! Hahaha. Thank you for your reviews, you're opinions mean a lot to me. Nellie a.k.a Lighter.

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Chapter Nine

When was to soon to file for a person as missing? Robbie found his self pacing the dorm room he shared with Rocky, left to right, then between the beds up and down, waiting for his phone to ring. He has been doing this since he came back from the police station. He thought for sure Rocky would have called him by now. The room felt so eerily quiet without the blond.

Robbie left two messages, did his friend not get it? And if not than what happened to assure that he didn't? Now he was getting ahead of himself. Rocky said that he was a ninja- which in term means he can take care of himself easily. But what if he is in trouble and for some reason he can't defend himself?

"Ring dammit!" He snaps at his phone. "Ring!"

But the phone remained silent. Picking it up, he nearly tossed it at the wall when it began to ring. Quickly the brunette yanked the receiver from its base. "Hello? Hello? Rocky, is that you?"

"Oh, so I take it he hasn't made contact with you yet." Came the smooth tone of Commissioner Wayne.

Robbie bit his tongue before he said something that he wouldn't regret. "No, he hasn't."

"Mm hmm... I'm gonna take your word for it because from the way you called out, you sound like you genuinely don't know where he is."

"I don't!" He tried to keep his self from shouting at the guy, but dammit all, he could get even the calmest person riled up!

"I'll keep checking in with you then."

The man was about to hang up when Robbie called for him, "Stop! Wait... What if something's happened to him? What if he's missing?"

"Than we instantly file him under direct suspicion of the kidnapping of that little girl." The man replied without hesitation.

"That isn't what I meant." Robbie yanked a hand through his hair, gripping it so hard he thought his scalp would bleed. "He wouldn't just up and disappear- at least I don't think he would. He could be hurt or something, he's been having these bad headaches lately- what if he had a car accident?"

"Than he had a car accident and the highway patrol would have picked him up."

Sighing angrily, Robbie continued to protest. "Don't you get it! If Rocky had taken that little girl, why would he come back to school?"

"To cover his tracks."

"Than why would he report the hair in his pants to you?"

"Do I really need to say it? He's your friend, you would know how his sick mind works."

He was at wits end now, this guys relaxed accusing voice was beginning to sicken him. And without another word, he slammed the phone down on its base, then he hurled it across the room in anger. "Fucking pricks!" He spat. "...God Rocky, where are you?"

He looked at the clock and frowned. 10:45 p.m. Rocky has been gone a night and nearly a whole day now. Where is he?

Rocky's teeth chattered in his ears. He curled his self into a ball on the floor to keep warm. He would have liked to get into the bed, at least, but he was still chained to the floor so he couldn't reach anything. But for the past... well, he wasn't sure but since Maria had left him, the ninja had been trying to get free. Pulling at the chain from the base, then pulling at the chain by his neck, until finally he just quit and tried crawling to a new location.

He failed time after time, he had even broken his finger nails on the cement floor. But luckily they weren't bleeding. That was all he needed, some kind of infection due to an open wound on this nasty floor. At last, Rocky just gave up and tried keeping warm by shrinking into his self. What a fine mess this was. Locked away in a cell while some madwoman lurks around planning your future. His body began to shake now. Rocky was sure that if he didn't get some warmth soon, he would get hypothermia. Where is Maria?

Bbbbbbooooooooouuuuaaank!

Sounded some weird- alarm? Lock? He wasn't sure what the noise was, but a short moment after that, he saw the girls head appear in the glass window of the thick metal door beyond the cell bars. The door swung open after a thick thump the locks, letting the girl in.

Behind her is a dim orange light that shined into the room but to a short distance. It is the same orange light he had been staring at for the longest time to keep himself sane. He hated looking into nothing but darkness. Much to his surprise, Maria didn't speak to him, she dropped a towel off before his cell door, a wash rag along with it, then turned away leaving again.

"Maria?" He spoke, his voice was dry and cracked on the first 'A' in the girls name.

She didn't seem to hear him, that or she had ignored him completely as she moved out of the room again. Rocky rolled over so that he was now on his stomach, and he sat up. Maria was gone for a little while, once returning she had a large tub in her hands and behind her, came several metal buckets of water, scraping harshly across the cement floor. It was strange seeing the buckets come into the room on their own mind, but he could only guess she was using her kinetic power to bring the buckets in.

Is that why she couldn't hear me? She's too concentrated on her task to hear my voice? He watched her silently, trying to figure out what she planned to do with him. Although with that tub, towel, washrag and water, he could take a good guess. ...That's right! Maria told me that she was born mute, and with her powers she can hear me speak.

Maria looked at the boy, a smirk coming to her face once she set everything down. "My, my..." She projected the words to his brain making it seem as though she were speaking out loud. "Aren't we the little chatter box tonight. I thought you would be asleep by now. Most of the men in my life cried themselves to sleep the first night."

Rocky winced as his brain began to buzz. It happened any time the girl spoke to him. "It's night?"

"Well of course it is..." She walked over to the cell door, unlocking it. Stepping inside, she walked right over to Rocky and he scooted back, as far as the chain permitted. Maria just laughed. "Why are you scooting away from me?" Looking up, she squinted her eyes briefly. The lights blinked on, glowing and humming loudly with each one that came on. "I was only going to unchain you. You do want that don't you- I could always leave it on."

"No! Please... unhook me." Though his body was visibly shaking, causing the chain on his collar to rattle.

Maria howled with laughter at the sight. "I love this, I love watching you shake like that. Don't you know Mamma loves her little Rock'ems." She took a step closer to him with every word she said. "And she would never do anything to harm him... if he listens to her." Taking out the key, she unlocked his collar.

The heavy piece of metal dropped to the floor with a clank. His hands came up to his neck, massaging the pain away. In all the time he had been trying to free his self, he scratched his neck up pretty bad, and the collar, itself, is so tight that it pretty much made his skin red and raw in only a few short hours. "Thank you." He muttered.

Ignoring his words, she points behind her. "Step over to the tub and climb in," the insane girl instructed. "It's awfully cold down here, I wouldn't want you to catch your death because your bath water has gone cold."

Covering his member with his hands, Rocky, reluctantly with shaking legs, stood and walked over to the tin tub, stepping inside. The tub was no larger than a second grader, so he has to bend his legs just to be comfortable.

Maria walked over to the tub, picking up one of the buckets of water along the way, then she dumped it into the tub around the ninjas body. It was so nice and warm, Rocky couldn't help but sigh in relief to have heat touching him again. Maria smiled at this.

"Yes, it's nice isn't it." She grabbed the second bucket, dumping it in, then a the third. "You know, in the slave days, the master would take the bath first... and if the slave were lucky, the master would let them bathe in their water afterward." Then came the fourth bucket and fifth. "Doesn't that sound romantic?"

Rocky didn't respond, he just sat and stared. Like a dummy that needed a hand to move.

"Well doesn't it?" The insane girl splashed a bit of water in his face.

"Yes..."

Narrowing her eyes, Maria pulled back her hand and smacked Rocky across the face as hard as she could. The boy grunted from the impact and turned his head. "DO NOT just say things because Mamma wants to hear it! Do you understand!"

Rocky nodded quickly, he would have replied but his head was swimming. The girl must have projected pain into his mind because there was no way her thin arms and tiny fist could hurt him like this. It felt like his head was going to break in half, but just as soon as it hard started it went away.

Maria finished pouring the water into the tub; the water was high enough to cover over his belly button and no higher. Grabbing the wash rag, the blonde dipped a bar of soap into the water and lathered it between her hand and the rag. Rubbing her soapy bare hand over Rocky's chest, she then scrubbed him pink with the other hand that held the rag, giggling as she did so.

The ninja bared his teeth from the roughness of her washing, but he didn't make a sound. Maria observed him a moment, then spoke. "This is nice isn't it?"

Rocky shook his head.

"Good boy, we learn fast don't we..." She ran her bare hand down his back. "You know, in the old slave days, if a master liked a slave as much as I like you... they would do nice things for them, give them privileges that the other slaves don't get."

"I don't want anything from you." Rocky hissed. But he kept his gaze on the water.

"Sure you do... you want something to wear don't you? I know it's cold down here." She looked around then back at Rocky. "And I'm sure you want the collar removed so you can be free range. Right?"

He couldn't say no to that. He didn't think he would last long down here with out clothing. And he surely didn't want to continue wearing that painful collar. "Right." His voice was tight and unhappy. He couldn't believe how weak he was being and why? Maria is so much smaller than he is; he scrunched his eyes as water rushed down his face while she washed his hair, so why couldn't he just shove her aside and run?

Rocky jumped out of his skin feeling the girl run her finger between the crack off his butt. Maria laughed playfully, chanting. "Tickle, tickle, tickle. Ahahahahaha!"

Growling, Rocky grabbed the back of the girls head. "Get your filthy hands off of me!" He snapped. Danger flashed through his eyes for only a second before they returned to their normal frightened state.

"I'm sorry." He muttered. "I'm sorry."

Maria looked positively carnal as she balled the rag into her hand and stuffed it into the boys mouth along with her fist, shoving the captive boy under the water. Mentally, she jerked his legs from under him so that his head would stay down. "You want to play rough with me!" She yelled into his brain. "Mamma can play rough too!"

Rocky writhed and struggled to sit up, but the girl had a grip like a bear. "You have nothing on me baby! Not yet!" Her fist went further into his mouth. "You want air? Will you be good?"

Water splashed from left to right over the tub as the boy struggled to get up. But Rocky managed a nod and just as soon as she was sure he meant it, the crazed girl helped him up. Rocky inhaled the air quickly, choking on the dampness from the water that went down it because of the rag. He leaned over the side of the tub, coughing and spitting.

"Crazy bitch!" Rocky's mind shouted, though he wasn't sure when he thought it. It just seemed to pop out of his head. Was there someone else in the room? No, of course not, besides the voice sounded like his own...

Maria smiled again, picking up the wash rag. Like nothing had ever happened, she began to wash his back again. "In this house, Mamma makes the rules, right Daddy?"

Rocky nodded, continuing to catch his breath.

"In this house, we get cleaned up and then we eat." Dropping the rag in the water as though it were worthless now, she stood holding Rocky's arm in her hand. "Come on, up up. Time to get out."

From guidance Rocky managed to stand, his breathing going back to normal.

"I'm going to dry you off, and bring you your new pajamas since you were such a good boy." She pet his head.

"But what about before?" He asked hesitantly.

"Oh that..." she thought for a moment. "You were just upset, most of my men are... I'll let it slide on the first day, besides, it's as you always say... You would never hurt a girl. I feel perfectly safe in my little Rock'ems care." Running the towel over his body, Maria stopped a moment then handed it to him. "Looks like you're gonna have to do this yourself. I have a few things to take care of in the next room." Walking abruptly out of the cell, she closed all doors, locking them.

Much to Rocky's delight Maria had left the lights on. He could at least be glad for that right. And food and clothes. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could sweet talk her into letting him go. If this situation were anything like the shed when they were kids, it wouldn't take long. Maria is so love starved she would do anything to get it.

"You keep thinking that here, and your ass is dead." He heard the voice plain as day. It sounded a little bit away from him, but that couldn't be because the voice... is his own.