Heaven Can Wait
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own the series Hana Kimi, or any of the characters. All ownership goes to those who do own it. The plot comes from inspiration from FT Island's music video "Heaven: Part 2". I also don't own that band, or the song…or that video. This is just a humble interpretation on my part of throwing the characters from Hana Kimi into the situation in the music video.
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It hadn't been a long drive, but long enough for Mizuki to snap out of her stupor and start to attempt a sort of rebellion. Lashing out, Mizuki reached for the doors, only to find them locked, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull up the lock. When her attempts to escape through the doors failed, Mizuki decided to take the chance of escape by stopping the driver. Luckily they were now in an alleyway and no traffic would harm them.
Pouncing forward, Mizuki tried to reach the man's neck to throw him into the door or something. Just as she lunged, however, the man pulled a gun from between his legs and pointed it right at her chest. Stopping mid lunge, Mizuki froze in fear. Half standing, and half sitting, Mizuki stayed there frozen until the man spoke and brought her out of her trance. "Sit the fuck down little boy…and play nice"
Mizuki then blinked, and sat down, putting her hands between her legs and staring out the window trying to remember their route so she could get back if she managed to escape. Quickly, the young woman in boy's clothing hatched up an escape plan. When they stopped, she would make a run for it. She was the fastest sprinter in the school, as long as she made sure to get rid of his gun first, she'd be able to get out of reach before he could even find the gun again and shoot.
With a defiant nod, and a punch into the palm of her hand, Mizuki's face took on a confident expression. Unlike most girls, Mizuki tended to be fearless. Too bad fearlessness didn't help in a situation like this. As the cab drove up to what looked like the back of a warehouse, Mizuki readied herself to run, and when the man came over to open the door, she was just ready to spring when she suddenly saw the gun again, pointing right at her chest.
With Mizuki now frozen in fear in fear again, the man grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the cab. When she struggled, he merely hit her at a spot in the back of her neck, and then the world went black as her body went limp.
When Mizuki woke up, she found her hands bound behind her, her legs tied together and she was laying on a bed. The mattress had springs that dug into her sides, making her body ache. Shaking her head, Mizuki took in her surroundings. Although she was in a bed, she was in a wide open room that looked nothing like a bedroom. There were all sorts of tools laying around on tables, all of them sharp and vicious looking.
Eyes widening, Mizuki tried to find the man. He wasn't there. With a nod of her head, Mizuki tried to wiggle away. If she could just get to one of the sharp tools lying around, she could cut whatever was tying her arms together, then untie her legs as well.
Rolling over so that she could get a bit of a start, Mizuki rolled quickly in the other direction and flew off the bed. When her body collided with the cold hard ground, Mizuki groaned in pain. "Maybe I should have climbed off…" if only her hands were free to rub her head, Mizuki knew she would get a bump from that little lunge.
Just as she was about to roll over to the tables, and hoist herself up to cut the bindings, a noise could be heard nearby. Freezing, Mizuki held her breath and tried to see where the noise came from. She then heard a man clear his voice and she couldn't help but squeak a little. In response to her squeak, the man then made another noise and Mizuki quickly rolled up under the bed. It was a tight fit, but luckily she was small enough to get up under the bed.
A thudding noise then broke the silence, and Mizuki saw a pair of brown boots start clunking her way. Words were then muttered in a different language as the man spoke to himself. Remembering his words earlier, Mizuki knew he must be American. Only Americans spoke so openly and with such language. Everyone in Japan kept a sort of formality about them…even in situations like this she would assume. But now, the man was speaking in a language she couldn't understand.
Suddenly, the man's face appeared two inches away from Mizuki's, his wicked grin showing again, this time she could smell his breath and it sure did reek. "Hey there little boy. You're big brother isn't here to save you now…so how 'bout you come out and play!" the man then grabbed her by her clothes, and dragged her out from under the bed. Screaming and kicking, Mizuki tried to escape.
With ease, the man threw her back on the bed, and started to practically undress her with his eyes. It then dawned on Mizuki that this man assumed she was a male. Eyes widening, the 17 year old attempted to use her feet to move away from the man. He only grabbed her by the feet, and then pulled her closer.
"No squirming you. Hrm…I'm surprised you haven't screamed yet. You must be a tough little boy, huh?" his right hand then reached into his jean pockets, and pulled out a switch blade. Flipping it open, the man bent down and got in Mizuki's face. "Don't worry boy, this won't hurt a bit" Mizuki then clenched her jaw tight and turned away. She wouldn't scream…she wouldn't give him the pleasure of it.