The only light in the cavernous warehouse was a red glow. It was emanating from a set of lockpicks, created by Luciana. She was picking the lock on her cage. The Birdy wasn't as helpless as the captor thought.

Since she hadn't bled today and had eaten, she had enough energy to use her quirk. It helped that they hadn't drugged her so she could speak. They thought that at this point she would be too weak to do anything,

After another couple of minutes maneuvering the picks, the door swung open with a soft creak.

"I win," she hissed to herself in victory. She moved to jump off the edge when two sets of footsteps echoed. She pulled the door closed and curled back up. The entrance slammed open and one set of footsteps charged over to the cage.

"See? She's asleep. Prolly too exhausted to do anything, and the drug would stop her anyway. You can stop worrying, boss." A guard, shining a flashlight on her, said. This had happened every night, at the same time.

"I just wanted to check! I don't trust her." His shrill voice echoed. He was obviously insane.

"I know, neither do we. That's why we have someone outside the door." They began to move away, leaving.

"Don't let her escape." The door slammed.

Luciana laid there, still pretending to sleep. That was closer than she'd like.

She pushed the door open again and slid to the floor. Her legs were weak, but they held her. It was an agonizing process to reach the entrance to the giant area she was left in. She had just worked the door open enough for her to slip through when chaos broke loose.

Uniformed men and heroes were suddenly everywhere and the people who held her were fighting desperately. A cacophony of sounds assaulted her, screams, sirens, and the clang of iron.

Something hard hit her over the head and she hit the floor. Her head hit the floor and she knew no more.

"Wake up… please wake up." Someone was sobbing.

"She's fine," some chanted in a panic. "She'll be ok."

Luciana wished she could say something as everything faded away.

"She's stable now. All that's left to do is wait," a deep voice rumbled. It was pleasant. The crying was still there, though. Something stabbed her side and a cry of pain echoed in the room.

Someone was speaking, but no words registered. Everything faded in a mess of noise and pain.

Silence. The room was silent. A garbled sound rasped from Luciana's dry throat as she tried to speak. Everything was black, but her eyes were open.

"Here," the deep voice said. Something under her moved and she was sitting. A straw was pressed into her mouth. She gratefully gulped water.

When she had enough, she asked, "Where am I?" Her voice was weak.

"You're in the hospital," the voice replied.

"Who are you?"

"I'm detective Tsukauchi. I'm here to question you in regards to your kidnapping and escape. All your kidnappers were captured successfully, we just need your statement and testimony."

"First, why can't I see?" Her voice was shaking.

"You were injured when the police raided the villain's hideout. There are wrappings over your eyes to prevent any light damage before your eyes heal," the man explained. "Your brother figured out where you were being kept from clues he saw in the videos. You did a good job despite being drugged."

"Oh…" One of her hands shakily touched her face.

"Now, if you wouldn't mind answering my questions?"

"Al-alright," her voice broke.

When the officer finally left, Luciana was exhausted. He had asked the same bunch of questions over and over in different ways for hours. A nurse had come in in the middle of the questioning to administer a dose of painkillers.

Now that she was finally alone, the tears hit her. Everything came crashing down on her as the pain and confusion of it all hit her full force. She had no idea what happened to Matt, or Ichigo, or Enji, or anyone else. She curled up as the sobs began to wrack her body.

Sobbing, she was sobbing… Enji gently opened the door and stepped into the room. His heart hurt to see her like that. The bed creaked as he sat down, but she didn't take notice.

"Luciana…" he began. She looked up, startled. Unconsciously, he reached for her. She flinched away and his hand fell back to his side.

"Enji…" her voice wavered. "I'm sorry." She threw her arms around him. He hesitantly returned her embrace. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" She cried into his shoulder over and over.

"Shhhhhh," he began running a hand through her hair.

"It's my fault this happened." Her wail was muffled by the material of his shirt.

"It's not your fault. It's mine," he told her sternly, while still gently running a hand through her hair.

"B-but!" she hiccuped.

"It's not your fault. You couldn't help what happened. And you escaped and held up under all that torture. It's not your fault." He held her until her sobs calmed down to hiccups and the occasional sniffle.

She sniffled before hiccuping again. Enji had to stifle a chuckle at how cute she was. Luciana muttered something into his shirt, broken by hiccups.

"What did you say?"

She pulled away from his chest and glared. "I said, 'I fucking hate you, you stupid bastard.' Happy?" Her dangerous tone was ruined by small, squeaky hiccups.

"A sexy bastard." He winked.

"No. Just a stupid one." The blunette buried her face in his shirt again, on the opposite side. There was a large wet spot where she had previously hidden her face. "Sorry I got you all wet."

"I'd rather be wet than you upset. Besides, I can just do this." One of his arms shifted up and he dried the spot using flames on his hand. She felt the heat as he did it.

Luciana turned her face so she could hear her better. "I love you."

"What?" He sputtered. His face had turned as red as hers did, even though she couldn't see it.

"I love you."

"I…" he paused.

"You don't have to say it back. Not yet, or ever if you want." Something strange filled her voice. "I just wanted you to know how I feel about you. I love you."

He stared at her for a long time before he finally spoke, his mind made up. "I love you." With that simple sentence, he kissed her.

When they broke away, he whispered it to her again. "I love you."

A/N: Hey... I am alive. Life just got fucked. I hope you enjoyed the spam at least.