RefreshMint: Guys, I really love you ;***; Thanks so much for the reviews! I'm finally back home! Sorry for the long wait! My doctor said I had nothing serious, so I'll be better soon! I really hope that, because you don't even now how much I suffered this whole time ;_; I was crying just for breathing ;_; Seriously... It hurts as hell Q_Q I had intercostals pain ;_;
But soon I'll be better! And now, let's talk about the chapter! Mary is a bitch as always, but she's not a bad girl, I promise that she'll be a better child! She has her motive to do what she do! And well... Garry it's a bit insane I guess x° Someone have to save Ib, seriously, or she'll get in real troubles! I'm a very evil author... I like a lot hurting my characters, so... SAVE HER FROM GARRY x°
Oh yeah, in this chapter there are some lime parts *3* Hope you'll enjoy that! R&R Pls!

Disclaimers: I do not own Ib. I just own the story's plot.

-Did you find Ib? -

The blonde's voice was almost a desperate peep. She was sitting on the floor in her room, surrounded by sheets and crayons. The guy standing in front of her just stared at her coldly, and poking with a finger the little doll sitting on his shoulder.

-It wasn't difficult as I thought. - he muttered, walking towards the child, pounding without interest her drawings scattered on the ground. -I need you to do me a favor. - hissed, dropping to her height
-What favor? - she asked slightly scared.

Mary had never been afraid in hers entire life. She wasn't human, not knowing the "death", there was nothing that could really scare her, but a year or so, something terrified the girl every day. The man in front of her eyes was the source of all hers fears. Not even she knew exactly what had happened to him. When he was a human he was a type of person completely opposite.

-You'll have to conduct Ib to me. - the man said, his eyes glinting with something that Mary didn't catch.
-And how could I? I'm stuck here just like you. - she pointed out, puffing and trying to give herself a voice. Afetr all it was she who commanded that place before.
-I found a way to get you out. - he just answered.

Mary couldn't help but follow his provisions. She herself wanted to see Ib at any cost, she hadn't thought of anything but that in that long year, but she had a bad feeling. What on earth would do the other to Ib? The thought terrifies her.

-Oh Mary! - called, as he left the room. -From now on call me Guertena. -

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She felt bad a little everywhere, as if she had bumped into something. Around her she saw only darkness and she felt scared. The only thing that could calm her down was the feeling of hair beneath her fingers. Hair soft as silk. She wasn't alone it seems, and straining her eyes in the dark she could vaguely recognize the figure of Mary beside her, lying on the ground. She had fainted? But what happened? The last thing she remembered was the feeling of someone against her back. A voice.

-Ib. -

For a moment the girl almost jumped in the air when she heard someone say her name, turning immediately to the source of the voice. At first the only thing she could see was the faint light of a candle, a candle that lit up a pale face that Ib knew to perfection.

-You! - squeaked the little girl, not knowing whether to be frightened or happy. Was she still dreaming?
-You actually came. - the boy's smile seemed so sunny, yet sent shivers of fear down her spine. -I am so glad to see you Ib, I've been waiting for you. - continued the boy, holding out a hand to help her up, as she was sitting on the ground. Ib took it hesitant, standing up.
-Where are we? - she asked, looking around and being able to see only that they were in a bare corridor.
-It 's the place where I live. - said the boy, dragging the girl with him, without leaving his grip on her hand.
-Why am I here? I don't understand what's going on ... - Ib felt so confused, it was all surreal, absurd. Was she still dreaming? That in fact she'd never wake up? It was a dream within a dream? Yet the cold hand clutched her was so real.
-I told you it'd be fun, remember? So I want to keep you entertained as promised. - justified the boy, without really give her an explanation.

Ib felt too agitated. It wasn't like in her dream. In her dream she felt calm, perhaps because it was still a space created by her mind, a place where she could go out as soon as she wanted to. Wherever she was at that moment, she was sure she couldn't return home at her own will.

-Who are you? - she asked, letting his hand.
-Call me Guertena. - the boy's smile became even more sinister.
-But ... Guertena ... -
-I'm not that Guertena. - made it clear the boy, staring at the girl. -The author of all the works that you saw is long dead by now. -
-And then why you call yourself like him? - Ib asked, trying to keep a safe distance from... Guertena.
-Guertena painted me thinking about the young himself. The young man inside of him that was already dead. I was his last work. - he said, placing a hand on Ib's head, stroking her hair.
-I thought his last work was Mary ... -

Ib's eyes widened, putting a hand to her mouth. What did she just say? Mary was the name of the girl with whom she had spent the time until recently, the same girl who was now lying on the floor unconscious. Why did she say such a thing? And yet ... it felt to be right. That information was true, this meant that the boy in front of her was lying.

-So ... your memory is not gone. - was a hiss, and a hand tightened around her neck, without hurting her, just to be able to move her against the wall. -But you know Ib, I don't care if you remember, I just want you to stay here. -

The girl didn't know what that Guertena was talking about. What was her problem with her memory? It was true, however, that she was having a lot of deja-vu in recent times. Why all should it be so absurd? She wanted to go home, she wanted to stay as far away as possible from that guy. He had seemed so kind during her dream, rather the man in front of her had madness in his eyes.

-I want to go home ... - murmured Ib, frightened, while the hand that had strangled her, now went back to stroke her cheek.
-My Ib ... mine and mine alone. - whispered through clenched teeth the guy in front of her, dropping the candle in his hand, that going to tighten Ib and raise her face.

The second later, Ib felt cold lips on hers. The shock made her stand still with eyes wide open, while the tongue of the boy made his way into her mouth, exploring it against the will of the other. It was the first time someone kissed her, and Ib certainly didn't know how kisses were between two adults. She could only feel the desperation of that contact. The boy searched her tongue and forced her to dance with a strange urgency and a desire barely restrained.

-N-No ... - protested Ib, between a kiss and another. She couldn't even breathe properly. Every time she tried to leave the boy, he would come to match their lips, as if he could die at any moment.

He obviously didn't listen, but instead of continuing to deprive her of breath, his lips descended down the pale neck, kissing and sucking greedily that tender skin. He wanted to emphasize his possession at all costs. Ib was his, his, his. No one else could touch her. Only he had the right. His hands went down to explore the Ib's body, as if he were hungry. One ran on her thigh, lifting the red skirt, while the other gently touched her barely hinted breasts over her shirt .

-No ... please, please ... - Ib begged, tears in her eyes as she felt the whole body shivering. Why that boy was doing this? He was so kind, and she liked so much that boy, instead he turned into a monster. And yet ... it was as if she felt she deserved to be treated that way. Why? What had she done?

-It's lemon flavored, feel free to eat when you want, Ib. -

Yeah how she had to forget? That kind boy, that smile, his hand that stroked her hair.

Garry ...

It was then that Mary screamed.