The name repeated in his ear as he was dragged by his arm to either his therapist, bunk, or the testing room. He just prayed not the testing room.

Alice

But it couldn't be Alice. Not his Alice. That just wasn't possible. But how did he know? He screamed her name. Maybe Misaki was hallucinating.

Maybe he didn't say Alice. Maybe he got into my head. Oh god he's in my head. He knows.

Misaki shook his head as he stumbled through the filthy, flickering hallway. The guards glanced down at him in disgust as he whined to himself.

No he didnt. My therapist told me this. Nobody's after me, no one wants me dead, no one can hear my thoughts. Just like he said. Do I know what he's thinking? No. Do I want him dead? No. I'm just like him. I'm okay.

Misaki knew he wasn't the same, knew he wasn't okay. But having his own voice doing the rambling, saying such blessed words, was the sweetest consolation he could taste as the guards shoved him against a door.

He stared at the door in front of him.

The testing room

"You know how to open a door boy." Said one of the deep voices behind him. He slowly turned to the large men keeping him caged against the door. He nodded shakily and opened the door. He stepped inside.

This room was the cleanest. It's intense white walls shone on him like bright stage lights. Welcoming the audience to the show, announcing him as the horrible Villain in an amazing performance all directed by one person and one person only. Her intriguing script captivating the viewers and taking them to a world where everything is hers.

"Sit down kid." He didn't look back this time, just did as he was told. He sat down and stared at the glass about 10 feet in front of him. He saw himself in it but oh was he mistaken. There were eyes on him. The fact that he could be staring into a horrid doctors eye irked him deeply, so he decided to stop looking at the glass, and instead at his scratched, bitten, bloody fingers.

"Misaki Takahashi."

A voice echoed over the speakered. Those were the same two words that usually began a hell of experiments and new medication. Sometimes it was a different voice but always his name. He hated his name now. If he could pick another he'd pick Haruto. He'd pick the kanji's meaning spring and person. He knew if he ever had the chance to go outside, he would have been a spring person.

"Misaki Takahashi."

The forceful voice caused Misaki to jump. "Yes?" He choked.

"Did you kill your parents?" The voice asked, calmly, but to Misaki it was roaring thunder, lighting rattling his bones.

"No." He said quietly.

It was silent for a long time. Misaki swallowed thickly and twitched in his seat.

"Misaki Takahashi, did you kill your parents?"

Misaki felt aggravation as well as fear sizzle his throat. "No."

"So you weren't the one who ripped the breaks out of your parents car? Your brother, you weren't the one who tried to intoxicate him, then drown him? You didn't do those things?"

"I didn't...well I did but...it wasn't..." He whispered.

"Misaki Takahashi." The voice seemed to demand.

"I did." Misaki said, more as a question than an answer.

"But you just said weren't the one who killed your parents?" The voice asked again.

"No." Misaki swallowed thickly, "I did not kill my parents. Apart o-of me did, but not me."

More silence, it dripped with confusion. He knew the doctors behind the glass were recording his every word, turning each syllable over and analyzing and discussing it.

"Okay." Was the simple reply and Misaki's heart plummeted through the floor into the fiery heat of raw fear.

"N-no." Misaki mumbled, the door slammed open and the security guards ripped him out of the chair where he sat. "No! I didn't do it! I s-swear! It wasn't me! I didn't hurt my family!" He begged flailing back and forth. The security growled and continued to hold him down.

"Take him to the hotbox." The voice said, there was a small pop in the speaker and he knew whoever was on the other side of that window made their decision. He was being punished.

They shoved Hiroki into the padded room before locking the door. Hiroki immediately got up and slammed into it. "Let me out! You have to let me put!" He screamed with a raw voice.

"No one's going to let you out." Alice's voice whispered from behind him. Panting he turned to see her standing with her arms crossed over her large bust and one of her eyebrows raised in a curious stare.

A chill ran up Hiroki's spine and he rammed even harder into the door. "Let me out! Nowaki!" He screamed.

"It's been a day Hiroki, a day. You're already screaming his name like a pigeon-livered dog."

Hiroki ignored her as he continued to cry against the door. However the sentence lingered in his thoughts. It was true, he knew Nowaki for 24 hours but something pulled him towards the other man. An invisible string, or a past that never existed. He felt as if there was a perfect space in his life for Nowaki, like he was meant to be there. Even after only having two meetings with the man.

He glanced back at her before tensing up and resuming his intense screaming, Alice sighed, "Okay." She whispered.

Hiroki kept slamming and screaming for another five minutes before realizing Alice wasn't even there anymore. He fell to the ground and panted harshly. One of his hands ran up the side of his neck to tangle in his own hair, his chest heaved with waves of panic. He squeezed his eyes shut as began to grip his brown locks, tightening and pulling on them. He did that a lot. It felt as if he was pulling every thought or fear out with his hair. He cried silently into his knees, he was alone.

The whole truth was, this man was better off dead.

Alice stood at the mirror, her cosmetics spread on the desk. She stared at herself, her elegant collar bones, to her full lips, to her furrowed eyebrows. All a blessing given by the cursed. She averted her eyes to the comb on her desk, contemplating.

"Alice," She heard the voice behind her, it was in the corner of her room like always.

"Please, leave me be." She asked softly. "Give me a minute to my thoughts."

"You're worried about the boy aren't you?" The silky deepness of the voiced seemed to run through her wavy hair.

She laughed, "Much too grown to be called a boy now don't you think?" She grabbed her comb, brushing out the utterances of what was behind her. "Much too sinful." She hissed.

"And you have been spared of that label because?"

"Who said I wasn't? We all are full of sin, but I," She set her comb down, "I...well, my past self has payed for them, payed too much in fact. I've still got much more room to...dance." She smiled, musing over her words.

"You're unsettled Alice." The voice said,"The doctor."

Alice glared at her own blue eyes in the mirror, "I'm angry, of course. Hiroki's too disgusting to get attention from that man either way."

"That's what you try to convince yourself of."

"What?"

"You know there is something...different between those two. Something like fate, love. Something that's coming for you Alice, that's coming for us."

Alice whipped toward the being, "What utter nonsense are you spitting?"

"Careful, Alice. What I am saying is, those two were built to hurt you. They're falling in love, quickly. But trust me, Dear Alice, it will not be pleasant for you."

Alice contemplated the words, her face pinched with nerves.

"Don't fret, Alice. We have time to fix it, but as of now, there seems to be three dress makers who are pregnant, and one of the missing maids was found in the forest with a newborn baby. The hatter has stopped making hats and the white rabbit has gone on another one of his hysteric excursions into the cotton fields. It is a busy time."

Alice nodded. "Find who's been sleeping with those sluts at the Dress shop, hang him at the meeting hall tomorrow morning while everyone is getting their assignments for the day. Throw the maid into the cellars with the jabberwocky, if it has eaten within the past week, tell me, we will wait. I want him to appreciate his meal. Her newborn, give it to me, make sure it's here by tonight. I want to make her hold her blasphemy in her hands as she is thrown in the jabberwocky's den."

A laugh, "Very demanding. Of course, My dear Alice."

The room was now empty. She breathed deeply, rolling her head back. She closed her eyes, she had to have a meeting with somebody. A very important one.

They dragged Misaki down the hall as he fought against them. He could feel the hallways getting hotter and see them getting darker. The guards slammed through a pair of double doors, this was the part of the building where the air conditioning was officially extinct, instead the heat was cranked up.

Misaki begged and pleaded, blubbering into the guard's arms. They finally arrived to one large, steel door. They shoved him against the door, grabbing the heavy jacket hung next to it and forced it onto Misaki. Misaki hissed and kicked as the suffocating clothing was wrapped around his body. Once they had finally wrangled it on, they handcuffed him.

The handcuffs were cold, Misaki could have moaned in relief if it wasn't for the hell behind the door now in front of him. One of the guards struggled with the keys and Misaki, finally getting the door to open. The loud creak of the hinges made him nauseous.

"Until you learn how to stop being a sick fucking freak…" One of the guards hissed as they shoved him into the hotbox. The door slammed shut, Misaki didn't bother screaming. His hands were cuffed behind his back, so he rubbed his chest against the warm foam on the floor in order to lift his shirt a bit. It was like the padded cell, but this foam was special. It held onto heat with a desperate claw, burning into your skin. Misaki, chest now exposed, pressed it to the door, which wasn't cold, but much better than the humid air surrounding Misaki. He sighed against it.

Sometimes, he wondered if there was a god. Maybe no one was there. Maybe he is just crazy. If there is, why does he ignore Misaki? Why does he not answer any single on of his prayers. Misaki thought of making a deal with God sometimes, something like 'Just answer one prayer, and I'll never ask anything of you again, I will accept all of my punishments with a smile.'

What would Misaki pray for? As sweat dripped down his back and he panted against a door that's temperature was quickly rising, he would pray for ice. He challenged himself beyond his current desires, what would he want in the long run?

Someone.

He would just want someone to believe, and know him. If anybody other than him could understand that yes he killed his parents, but no he didn't, than he wouldn't trouble God with anything else for the rest of his life.

However, Misaki stayed, sweating against a steel door in unbearable heat, waiting for the pain of dehydration to set in. Nothing changed, no one came. In the back of his mind he still played with the idea, someone who understood he killed his parents, but he didn't.

If someone could truly understand that phrase just as well as he did, he might just fall in love.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this knew chapter! Sorry if they seem quite short, I think its better to post short, sweet ones quicker than long messy ones that i put off for months. I really like this story and excited to continue! I am definitley going to change the rating on this seeing as it will now be taking a horribly dark path so if you know you are sensitive to dark material of any sort, or get the feeling this fanfic may get too dark for you PLZ STOP READING! I will be coming out with horribly fluffy one shots so just wait around for those! 3 PLEASE REVIEW I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY MAKE MY DAY! I LOVE CRITICS AS WELL! I DEFINITELY NEED THEM! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Share it with all your fellow junjou fans! I will be editing the first chapter because I love writing this story, and when I started it I thought people would think its stupid so it wasn't my best writing! So I will edit that for anyone who wants to reread it or any newcomers but NONE OF THE STORY WILL CHANGE! Thank you for reading~!