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Tadase POV:

As I was reaching the 37th floor of Easter's Headquarters, I thought about what Kiseki said to me.

"Was it really worth betraying your friends?" I heard him repeat in my mind. "Easter's director lied. You won't get more powerful."

Money is the first step to gaining power isn't it? That's how most businesses start, right?

"You've just betrayed the Guardians, your parents, and me!!!"

Well, I know I betrayed the Guardians. But they won't ever find out. They'll think that Easter captured her. But what if we actually find her? Will she know what happened? That I betrayed her?

The director told me not to worry about that. Easter would have to worry about that. Maybe I could just stall the Guardians a bit, until they're finished with Amu. I could just say…she went on vacation or something. Yeah. That'll work.

The familiar ding rang in my ears as the elevator doors opened into a large carpeted hallway. Doors were on both sides of the hall, all familiar in shape, size, and color. Each of them had a number on it. I knew they were experimenting offices, because the director gave me a tour around the headquarters. I strutted down the hallway in search of a certain door. E23, E24, E25, E26…the director's room. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The lights in the room were off, with the exception of one lamp turned on. The director's face shown in the dim lamplight, a smile across her face.

It wasn't a happy smile, it was a smile of which pure betrayal shone in. I gulped and walked toward the desk.

"So, Mr. Hotori…you have come back. Hopefully successful?" Her nails-on-chalkboard voice rang in my ears.

I nodded. "Yes, Ms. Hinamori is captured, Madame." I said.

"Ah well. That is wonderful." I could hear the smile in her voice. "That's all for now, unless you're interested in another mission…"

Amu POV:

"So let me get this straight…" I said. "You 'heard a key' unlock a part of the wall, and that's how the food came in."

Ikuto nodded.

"So," I continued. "since everything that uses a key always has a little bit of space for the opening to open, then you could tear the bag up into a thin piece, shove it through the crack, and hopefully, if the key just so happens to be on a string that's connected to the opening, manage to wrap the bag around the key, and pull it into the keyhole, twist the key, and let ourselves out through a little opening." I said.

"Yup." Ikuto said, full of pride.

"And how do you expect us to get through that little crack?" I asked bewildered.

"I don't expect us to get through it." He said. "Yoru can hear me from 10 miles away. Hopefully he could get us out by me chara changing with him."

"And if he doesn't…?" I asked

"Then we're screwed." He said, and sat down with his back to the wall.

"What about me?"

"What about you?" Ikuto asked.

I pointed my finger at my ribs. "Did you forget?"

"Amu, Amu, Amu…" He said, "I'm always skilled in carrying people. I'm as skillful as a cat."

"You're carrying me?" I asked in disbelief. I could barely handle it when Ikuto was supporting me when I first got here, but him holding me?? No.

"Of course, bridal style." He said with a smirk, raising his eyebrows twice.

"If I could walk, I would go over there and smack you." I stated.

"Oh Amu, I'll go over there and let you smack me, if you want." He purred.

I just rolled my eyes.

I looked at the baggie of water, which didn't really even look like water. It was brown, had little chunks of I don't even know, and had a little hole in it where the water was squirting out like a mini fountain, which was, in my opinion, very fun to watch. But if you were dying of thirst like I was, you wouldn't have understood how awesome it looked. I for one, couldn't go over there and drink it, so I just stood put in my little corner.

"So, are you up for the plan?" He asked.

"Sure." Sarcastically said, on my part.

"Good then, because I'm starting now."

I stared at him for a few seconds. "Don't you want to plan that out more?" I asked.

He thought about that.

"Nope." He simply said, and picked up the baggie with the odious brown water. Now I'm not exaggerating the word "odious". Let me, for the privilege of your disgusted face from my unsettling mental picture, tell you what I mean. If you take a sandwich bag…go on take it. Then throw it on the ground. Then, feed it to your dog. When your dog finds out that it isn't a doggie treat and spits it out, throw the spit-covered bag in some dirt and roll it around. Then, bury it and come back in 3 days and roll it in your trash can. Now you have the bag.

For the water, put the water in a Styrofoam cup. Fill it about half way. Then, seal it with a lid…that fits. After you do that, put the water in your oven, and set the timer for 450°F for 30 minutes. While that is in the oven, fill your icemaker with dirt, or mud. When the Styrofoam catches on fire, throw some hot water on the cup ala flambé, and throw the water from the oven in the icemaker. Leave for about 3 weeks. Then come back and get whatever is left in your icemaker and put it in a bag and fill it with toilet water.

OH THE JOY!

Sarcasm intended.

Continuing, Ikuto emptied some water in his hand and sorted out what wasn't water. Which was a lot, by the way. He drank the water and repeated again until the bag was now half empty. He slid the bag over to me. I pondered it. It was 3 feet away from my feet so I couldn't exactly grab it. "Well, grab it." He said.

"How?" I retorted.

He rolled his eyes and stepped over to the bag. He picked it up and flung it on my left leg. It started leaking a little. I bent over and snatched it up. Covering the hole, I opened the bag and repeated what Ikuto did. I never realized how dry my mouth was until I had the first sip. It was a terrible taste that will forever be wedged in my mind, but I was so thirsty I didn't even sort the water from the dirt. Of course, that made me spit out the dirt that was inside my mouth, and then my tongue was lavished with little rocks. I finished drinking and set the bag on my lap.

"Good, now I just have to…" Ikuto grabbed the bag and started murmuring to himself.

I watched him. He took the bag apart by ripping one of the sides off the zipped top. Then he took the other side off, and the zipped part came off. He then took the zipped part and stuffed the bag inside of it, and zipped the bag up, except for the middle. He pulled the bag through the zipped part so it made two little flaps on the side of the zipper. Ikuto then took one flap and tied it to the other to make a little pouch. He turned and smiled at me waiting for an applause.

"How did you even think of that?" I asked, a little amazed.

"Well there was this one time when I was with Utau and she locked me in her room to play Barbie with her―" He shuddered. I smirked.

Then I remembered who I saw when I was running to get to Tadase.

"Hey Ikuto…" I started.

He looked up at me. "Hm?"

"Well, when I was going to go out with Tadase―"

"Hah! I knew it!" He proudly announced.

I just stared at him blankly. "Continue…" He muttered

"When I was going to the park to go out with Tadase…" I began. He smirked. "If you don't wipe that smirk off your face I will." I said. He smirked wider.

I sighed. "I saw Utau."

His smirk lessened a little. "So?"

"Well I saw her with this guy..He goes to my school. His name is Kukai." I said lightly.

"And?"

"Well I thought you might want to know." I mumbled.

"I haven't seen my sister in a while and I intend to keep it that way, Amu." He grumbled.

"W-why?" I asked. Ikuto really loved his sister, but not like love love like family love. Sometimes he came to my balcony and we'd talk about his childhood with Utau. Tadase was a touchy subject with him, though. I never talked about it with him though. But why did he smirk when I said I was going out with him?

He sighed. "I really don't want to talk about it now, maybe some other time. Right now," He said, "We've got to focus on getting out of this hellhole.

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