I was trying to stay calm, trying to remember where I was. I wondered what would've happened if I had just agreed to join the club in the first place. It probably would've been a lot easier. Then I remembered how much I hated Tai Kwon Do and Ikuto, and the feeling passed.
I sat up in my seat and stared out of my window. I looked down at my hole in my shoulder where I had been shot and it was all bandaged up. I wonder who did that. I turned my head away from the view and closed my eyes. 'Why me?' that question was running around in my head a lot these days.
'There are plenty of other girls in the world who can do Tai Kwon Do. Why pick me?' I thought. They could do whatever they wanted to me, but I wasn't going to fight for them. No way. And right now, I can't even punch well. Then the car slowed but my eyes were closed due to me being asleep, or maybe it was the tranqs. So I couldn't see the rather familiar scene. It was the forest road that lead to my house. Once we arrived at the gates, the car stopped entirely and I was roughly shoved out of the car.
Then the man towed me by my tied hands to the gates, where Ikuto was waiting. And then I woke up. I was knelling, with my upper body bent over my knees and my tied hands extended to support me. I hadn't noticed, but it was actually quite a nice day out.
Too bad I had no time to enjoy it. I looked up to see Ikuto leaning over me. "We finally got her. I'm sorry for being late, but she was hard to get a hold of." Hell yeah I was. But even I must admit defeat now and then. I raised my head and sat up straight. "Next time, make it quicker. And why is her shoulder bandaged?"
Ikuto asked in a cynical voice. So, who was going to get beat up this time? Thankfully, I still remembered what the guy who shot me looked like.
"It took three tranquilizers to take her down, and even then, after that, we had help from an unknown outsider."
"Amu, who shot you?" Ikuto asked me directly. His voice was as cold and hard as steel.
"I don't know." I said bluntly.
"Describe him." Ikuto was starting to sound a bit frustrated.
"He had black hair and was wearing a denim shirt with torn sleeves."
"Ok. Nagihiko, get Mike." Ikuto commanded. I wonder who he was, why they obeyed him so obediently. Then the guy who was apparently called 'Mike' walked out from behind the corner. That was definitely the guy. I glared at him.
"Is this him? The person who shot you?" Ikuto asked, looking down at me.
"Yeah, that's him."