You sat impatiently, thrumming your fingers on the edge of the door as Gilbert laughed and made jokes (mostly to himself) as rock music blared heavily through the radio. My God, why does Antonio have to live so far out of town? "(Y/N)!" You snapped back to attention. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Gilbert was watching you out of the corner of his eye, calculatingly. He reached over to turn down the radio. "Ja... I asked if something was bothering you." You laughed nervously, "What? No, of course not!" His eyes narrowed. "Mmmm-hmmm... Sure."

You braced in your seat as Gilbert made a sudden turn down a deeply rutted, dirt back road. Gritting your teeth, you forced out, "I'm sorry, you said Antonio lives all the way out here?" Gilbert laughed. "Yeah, he lives right on the coast. His 'rentals have a 'villa' that backs up to the edge of the cliff. He's the one who throws parties when they're gone because, honestly, who's gonna look all the way out here for us?" You could only nod jerkily as the car went over another deep pothole.

Unaware of your obvious discomfort at the car's movements, Gilbert continued talking nonchalantly, mentioning nearly everything that crossed his mind and speaking about nothing in particular. "So, I was supposed to pick you and Alfred up together but he texted me and told me he'd meet me out here before I left to get you. Weird, huh?" You nodded, gripping the handhold in the ceiling. "Yeah, weird..." Gilbert continued to follow the sharp, twisty curves of the road.

"But it's whatever. I'm sure he's fine. Hey, (Y/n)?" You struggled to prevent your head from bashing into the window. "What?" The light blush making it's way across Gilbert's face went unnoticed. "Could you possibly... give me some advice on talking to this person I REALLY like... maybe? I don't know if it's 'your thing' or not, but you're... kinda friends with him, actually. And I thought... maybe... that you could, I don't know, put in a good word for me and ask him what he'd wanna do for a date?"

You gasped in relief as the lights of the house appeared around the corner and before the car was even fully stopped in the overcrowded driveway, you were already out the door. "Hey, so I think I'll head inside while you park, see you in a bit Gilbert!" As you jogged quickly toward the house, weaving in between cars as you went, you heard Gilbert call out behind you, "Okay... but you're gonna do a rain check on the whole setting up the date thing, right? (Y/N)?"

The noise was loud, the lights were dark, and the house was HUGE. Definitely not your kind of place. Okay, (Y/n), just breath. You can do this. All you have to do is go inside, find Alfred, and take him home. Easy right? Sigh No. Not really...Slowly, you took a deep breath and straightening your shoulders before mounting the tall stairway and stepping through the open door into Hell.

-Alfred-

He didn't remember what time it was. He didn't remember why he had been mad just a little while ago. He didn't care about anything. And it felt wonderful.

The entire world was blurred and moving a little bit slower then it should be, but that was to be expected. Lars had told him, after all, that this particular drug did weird things when mixed with alcohol. But it was fine, the reaction wouldn't be life threatening. Hopefully.

"Alfred?" He picked his head up from it's resting place on the back of the couch. "Yeah, Mathias?" The completely stoned, blue eyed, blond haired man sitting across from him laughed. "Isn't that your girlfriend?" Alfred felt a burst of surprise crash over him, making him shudder slightly as the most beautiful sight he had ever seen began walking towards him looking slightly flustered. (Y/N)...

-You-

You felt relieved to see a relatively unharmed looking Alfred sitting down across the room from you. Until he stood up and his uneven movements gave him away. Horrified, you stepped back. He's drunk. "(Y/n)! Hey, (Y/n)!" You tried moving away as he staggered toward you, but the room was too crowded. You were trapped. "Heeeyyy, I didn't know you were coming! This'll be so much fun!" His voice was unnecessarily loud, even with the pounding music and obnoxious people. Flinching as he threw a heavy arm over your shoulders you hissed quietly, "Alfred, you're drunk." He stared at you blankly, too large pupils looking out of balance in the strobe lights. "So what? I've got more drugs than alcohol in my body anyway. Besides, half the people at this party are-" You inhaled and tried again. "Alfred, I don't want to be around you if you're going to drink." He straightened defensively. "Why not?" You withdrew yourself from underneath his arm. "Alfred..." Anger flashed across his eyes. "No! You know what? I bet you'd be FINE with ALLEN drinking! If you have a problem then why don't you just leave!? I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO COME!"

You felt tears burning your eyes and you bit your lip in an attempt to hold them in. Trembling, you stepped away from Alfred. "Fine. I'll leave. But I trusted you, Alfred. And I don't think that I can any more." You turned your back on him as he started to say something else, trying to stop you even as you walked away from him. "(Y/n), wait." You kept walking. Suddenly, his hand reached out and grabbed your wrist tightly. "I said WAIT!"

Gasping in fear you tried to jerk away. "Alfred let me go!" You felt the bones in your arm pop and tears started to run down your face. Ow, ow ow! IT HURTS! "Alfred please LET ME GO!" He stared at you. At the tears running down your checks. And then his hand fell away from your wrist."Fine. Go."

Feeling fearful yet relieved, you pushed your way through the throng of people and darted desperately out the front door. It wasn't until you were halfway through the 'parking lot' that you realized that you had no idea where Gilbert parked. Pulling you phone from your pocket, you texted him a short message, where did you park? You waited for about twenty minutes. He didn't respond.

You looked back at the house, chest aching as you did. I can't go back in there. I just CAN'T... Defeated, you slumped down beside a parked car. You reached into your pocket and pulled your phone back out. Allen? Can you come pick me up? You waited Bzzzzzzz. Of course, where r u? You stared at your phone, feeling overwhelmed. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo's house... You sent the message, desperately hoping he knew where this place was.

Bzzzzzzz. I'll be there in twenty minutes. You sighed in relief and rested your head on the side of the car behind you as you typed. Thank you. Before sliding your phone back into your pocket, you sent Gilbert a quick message saying that Allen was picking you up.

Twenty minutes. I can do twenty minutes. You sat in silence for a long time, purposely not thinking about Alfred. The loss of a friend was painful to think about. Feeling slightly defeated, you wiped the salty, tear residue off your face. It's okay, you're strong.You are going to be okay...

"(Y/n)?" You flinched as someone at the font of the car called your name. A short, asian looking man with his mid-length, brown hair pulled back into a short pony tail peeked his head around the corner of the big SUV. "You are (Y/n), yes?" You stared at him warily. "...Maybe..." He smiled and tilted his head to the side. "Gilbert Beilschmidt is looking for you." You exhaled quietly and rose to your feet. "Oh, I didn't think I'd be able to find him. Where is he?" The man turned and started walking back toward the house with you following close behind. "He's right up here..."

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind and a cloth was pressed to your mouth and nose. You struggled violently, realizing too late that this had all been a trap. Gilbert wasn't here. And after this, nobody was going to know where you were.

The sweet smelling Chloroform on the rag was suffocating and as hard as you tried not to breath, you felt the strength leaving your limbs as you drifted closer to the precipice of unconsciousness. You fell weakly into your captors arms, all strength gone. The ground vanished beneath your feet. Numbly, you felt yourself being carried before you were thrown down heavily onto a hard, plastic floor. "Be careful, you idiot! He'll kill you if she gets damaged before she's delivered!" Wiry hands grabbed the back of your wrists and ankles and strong bindings were applied that would prevent you from moving when the drugs wore off.

My head hurts so much... Your eyelids were losing their fight to stay open. It felt like the world was slipping away. The kidnappers continued to talk as car doors slammed and the vehicle started. "Why are you doing this for him, Yang? You don't still have 'feelings' for him, do you?" The other man snapped back irritably. "SHUT UP, Húndàn! It's none of your business why I'm helping Kuro so let's just get this over with..."

The name echoed familiarly through your head as the cloud of darkness flooded your mind and you lost your fight to stay conscious.

Kuro.