Matt walked her to the side of the building. He looked up into the cameras and waved. Suddenly, the large garage doors opened up and she was taken to the head of this operation. The walls looked dirty, and she expected the place to smell bad. It did, a little, but there was also a significant aroma of chocolate in the air. Did this use to be a chocolate factory or something? No, the scent was too fresh. Someone must have a lot of chocolate somewhere in here. As they got farther into the building, she heard a large group of people laughing and clanging drinks together. They went into a room filled with a bunch of gangsters and cigarette smoke, and all of a sudden she felt like she was going to die here, despite what Matt told her.

"Mello! The hostage is here!" Matt called out. Sayu saw a blonde leather-clad man march down the stairs. He was also a very young man, probably around her age, too. His face was very handsome, but his eyes had an evil look in them. Once he saw her, he grinned devilishly.

"Ah, excellent! José, get the Chief on the phone! Matt, put Sayu next to the TV." Mello commanded as he took a big bite out of the chocolate bar he had in his hands. So that's where the smell was coming from. She was set on her knees next to the television set as Mello got her father on the line.

"You're daughter's finally here…you must have a pretty good idea where we are, right? ...We'll do the exchange here. Bring the notebook and nothing more, and be here within two days at most. By the way, it's L.A. Stay at the Lake Hotel…Sorry, can't do that…we're afraid she'll bite her tongue out if we let her open her mouth…we can't exactly carry out the exchange if the hostage dies on us again, now can we?...But you know, if you or I were to announce this girl's been kidnapped and that the kidnappers are after the notebook and such, the girl will surely die…In any case, since it's not about a police officer, it won't leak, and our promise not to kill her will hold true…Alright, alright, I'll send you another message to your e-mail account." Mello aimed the phone at Sayu and took a snapshot, which he then forwarded to her dad. Sayu could hear her dad shouting on the other line the whole time.

She wanted to smack herself for thinking all those mean things earlier. She was in a state of panic, and it's not like she said it to their faces. Still, the whole time they were trying to save her, she'd been in the back of the boat wishing they would all just die. She was a terrible person; she didn't deserve to have anyone rescue her. She should just let these guys have their way with her. No one needed her. Why would her parents need her if they already had their perfect child? Light's the son dad always wanted, and Mom always lets him do whatever he wants because he knows how to take care of himself. What was she? Her grades were average, she wasn't excellent in sports. She always confided her feelings in Akira, but he would never be able to completely understand. He was an only child, the center of his parent's lives. As kind as he was, he still sometimes didn't get what it was like to be overlooked.

"So what do we do with this one?" One of the gangsters asked as Sayu came out of the trance of 4th-level depression.

"She stays in my room…" Mello stated before being interrupted by a load of whistles and hollers.

"Ah shut up and let me finish! She stays in my room so I can keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't kill herself like Takimura." Mello continued. Sayu looked up at the handsome young man. He looked like he was filled with confidence, but like he was trying to hide some insecurity and paranoia. Was he simply afraid of the cops finding them? Or was something else constantly bugging him in his mind? Whatever was up with him, she knew that he was her captor, and being the hostage, her life was at his mercy. She all of a sudden felt terrified, but a little feeling erupted from her stomach. It was saying that this sudden panic, this break from her normal life was exciting and arousing. Most would say this was the final stage of grief kicking in, acceptance. She was accepting her role as hostage and this beautiful man as her captor.

After a couple hours of watching the mafia drink and laugh, Mello carried her up to his room on the second floor, where there was a large array of security monitors. He put her in the corner of the room and removed the tape from her mouth.

"Sorry about all this, toots. It's nothing personal; we just have a job to do." Mello explained as he put his fingers on her chin.

"You want…my dad…to give you…a notebook?" Sayu hesitated to ask. If she got too curious she could get herself in even more trouble, but she just had to know about it.

"Let's just say this notebook holds the key to helping me achieve my goal." Mello put simply.

"Your…goal?" She couldn't help but ask some more.

"Yeah, my goal. To beat that guy right there." Mello answered as he pulled out a dart from his pocket and threw it at the dartboard against the room. It hit directly in the middle of a sketch of a small boy who looked like he suffered from albinism.

"That's all you need to know, for know." Mello spat out as he gave her a "watch yourself" kind of glance. He took off his boots and threw himself on the bed, still holding onto the chocolate. He offered her a piece, and she gladly took it; she was absolutely starving! Then he gave her an order that took her by surprise.

"Sayu, take off all your clothes." He ordered. She completely jumped in surprise. Not only had he called her by her first name, but now he was asking her to get naked? All they want is this notebook, right?

"But, I thought…all you want is…you said…." She stuttered as she pulled her jacket closer together. Suddenly, he pulled out a pistol and aimed it at her.

"I said…take off your clothes." He ordered again harshly, flashing that menacing look at her again. She gulped and started by removing her jacket. Akira, forgive me. Her mind and heart whispered as she pulled her shirt over her head and pulled down her skirt. As she undressed, Mello pulled out a big white shirt, similar to a prisoner's shirt.

"Here, you can wear this. Just making sure you don't have any bugs on you. We can't have anyone else but the Chief of Police finding us." He told her as he summoned one of his gangsters to take her clothes to check for any tracking devices of any kind. The large shirt wasn't tight against her body, but it did cut off only a little bit after the length of her waist. This place wasn't conditioned well, so she wasn't completely comfortable. The summer heat was making her sweat a lot, as well as her own nerves. She looked over to her captor to see he had fallen asleep. He must have been really exhausted. It was 6 in the morning and apparently he spent all night waiting for her to get there.