Then I was being dragged back to wherever. I clamped my teeth down into the hand and I tasted blood. 'Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!' I thought. But the hand was taken away, and then I took my chance to scream. Why didn't I fight? Because one often means many.

"IKUTO! HEL-"

"Shut up, girl."

And I felt something large and heavy connect with my forehead. Nooooo, what is it with me, guys and guns? And martial arts?

But I heard rapid footsteps, someone running this way. But there were too many for one person alone. It sounded like three. Then Ikuto, Nagihiko and another guy I didn't recognise burst through the trees and started punching and kicking everyone around me.

The new boy had short, brown spiky hair (And that should be enough for all you Shugo Chara fans to realise who he is) and bright green eyes.

And that was about the time when I passed out. But that would be boring if it ended there, wouldn't it? So I was lying there, and there were three men left on each team. Ikuto, Nagihiko and the other one, who I didn't know.

Then, more racing steps, and two more people appeared, standing behind Ikuto, all five of them forming a 'V' shape. The last two who had joined had blonde, kind of yellow-whitey hair. He really did look like a prince. Of some sort.

Then the second one had an unusual green, mid-length kinda hair, and glasses. That was the first time I realised how hot they looked. Wait, I can see them...? But I was supposed to be unconscious, wasn't I? Oh well. All the better for me, I guess.

But then they all stopped their advance, due to the fact that the other three men were all pulling out guns. Sniper riffles. Not my favourite type of guns. I prefer submachine guns. Faster shooting, less recoil, in most cases, none, and you can use them anywhere. Unlike snipers. (Don't worry, it's only COD)

Then one of them aimed the gun at me. "Take one more step, and the girl dies." Said a rough voice.

But the people from Ikuto's club were only men, and they weren't bulletproof. So they just stood there, watching me being dragged back, powerless to stop it or do anything about it.

And that was about the time when I passed out. All I could remember was the feeling of being dragged behind something, a cart, and that was it.

~time skip~

I woke up to find myself in a dark room. My head hurt, and I tried to remember where I was. I also then realised that my hands were tied behind my back, and around something. It felt like a huge wooden pole. Then someone opened some blinds, and I could see the room.

It was like an old war room. All wooden. With at least ten rows of hooks on each wall, all had guns hanging off them. Then underneath them were stacks of gunpowder. Obviously, these guys were used to invaders.

Then the door opened. It was one of those doors from the old knights-and-castles movies. A dark brown colour, with an 'X' on the back, for support. Two men, guards, by the look of it, walked in, guns in hand and side-by-side.

Then a kid, about my age, 15, walked in with two more men behind him. The boy was tall, his hair was a dark, almost black colour. And I knew him straight away. It was Ikuto.

"So. Amu. Nice to see you-again."