Hey everyone! I apologize for cranking out this chapter a little later than usual. I just got back from traveling. Summer is almost over! Ahhh :'((( Anyway, I went to a store and found SAMURAI DEEPER KYO PLAYING CARDS! I even bought them! The thing is though, I'll probably never use them cause I don't want them to get damaged! Haha they'll probably just wind up collecting dust...

Okay okay, enough rambling! On with the story!

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"Like I was saying, Yuya, I really don't know what my mom was thinking when she named me." said Midori. She popped a block of cheese in her mouth.

"Uh-huh."

"I mean, at least the name would fit you since you've got green eyes and all. You're so lucky you know! Green eyes are sooo rare! But, you know, I think everyone's name kind of fits them in a way...hey, are you even listening?"

"Y-yeah." said Yuya, barely conscious of anything her friend was saying. At the moment, her attention was focused elsewhere. She carefully eyed two individuals in the back of the classroom.

What is she even doing over there?

Yuya glanced at Kyo to see how he was reacting. He appeared calm, no, bored Yuya decided. He had to be bored, how could he possibly be entertained by that sinister woman?

Yuya's narrowed eyes flew open.

Did he just laugh? What the hell? Kyo doesn't usually smile, well in public anyway.

Yuya was getting annoyed. What could that witch woman possibly say that'd make that blood-eyed demon laugh? She scratched her arms, but that did no good. Somehow, it was her insides that were itching. Over the course of a few days she noticed more and more girls paid attention to Kyo. It was as if they'd do anything to capture his attention, but when he did acknowledge them, they cowered in fear. Yuya concluded they were all insane. She also decided Kyo found all of them irritating, except...

She ran her hand along one of her smooth strands of hair, feeling a little embarrassed. That morning, Yuya firmly explained to herself she only left it straight because "she felt like it". She glared at Kyo's fangy smile until she realized he'd caught her staring. In huff, she quickly flung her head away and her hair whipped around her like a fan.

"Yuya?"

"Huh? Oh! Hey Shinrei, w-what's up?"

"Well, the homework tonight seems a bit complicated. I was wondering if I could get your number so I could call you for help?"

Yuya blushed, flattered he would ask her for help.

"Of course!" She delved into her book-bag and uncovered her phone. They both exchanged numbers. Yuya's heart beat excitedly when she typed "S-h-i-n-r-e-i". She hardly had any contacts who were boys. Infact, the only ones she had were pretty much her father and brother.

Shinrei glanced towards the back. "Oh, Okuni is over with Kyo. That's right, I heard Kyo might like her. It'd be a good match, wouldn't it? Devil with devil...Yuya? Are you okay?"

Yuya had dropped her phone.

"Y-yeah I'm okay, why?"

Shinrei was still skeptical. Yuya must have looked, somehow, paler than usual.

"L-lunch is almost over Shinrei, we better get to our seats."

"Yeah..."

Yuya couldn't hear a word Mr. Nobunaga was saying. Her head was pounding from the information she'd just learned.

Okuni and Kyo? When did this happen? Yuya gripped her pencil. Why was it bothering her?

Then she asked herself a few things that wound up terribly important to her: did Kyo ever call her a dog-face? Did he always call her by her real name? Was he actually nice to her?

For some reason, these questions stayed with her. They were a seed planted inside and there they grew hurt, confusion, and above all aggravation. Her emotion had her tense and irritable all the rest of school. It was as if everyone and everything was suddenly out to annoy her. Why was her eraser so white? Why did Mr. Nobunaga have to have that stupid mustache?

She was attempting to make her way to home quickly, when she stopped in her tracks. Kyo was standing right next to the maple tree. The tree she always passed on her way from school. She immediately set up all her defenses at the sight of him--the source of all her annoyance.

"What?" she snapped.

He only shrugged. "Nothing, just thought I'd walk my dog home."

At the word "dog", Yuya became enraged.

"I'm not your dog! Just shut the hell up and walk home yourself!"

Kyo's eyes might have widened a little. Then they began to smolder. Yuya didn't care. Her eyes were already some kind of emerald fire themselves.

"Oh my, what, are you on your period or something?"

She could kill him. She could kill him and...bury him in a ditch somewhere.

"You are such an asshole! she said visciously. Anyone who might of saw her in this moment would have agreed she absolutely hated him. She thought of any way she could get at him the most. "You're always like this! You treat me like shit you know that? ever since we were kids. What, do you have problems at home or something? Why can't you be more like Shinre--"

Yuya stopped because Kyo had closed most of the distance between them and gripped her wrist. It was hurting.

"You." Kyo began, his red eyes now like volcanoes--dangerous, "can walk your own ass home." He flung down her hand like it was something gross and walked away.

Yuya didn't take one step forward till she knew he was clear out of sight, then she started towards her house.

She was feeling so unbearably wretched, and her throbbing wrist didn't help.

What is this, regret?

She remembered why she was mad in the first place.

Okuni.

The very name just gave her a bad taste in her mouth.

Why? thought Yuya, purposely stepping on all the cracks in the sidewalk. Why is this bothering me? She remembered the look on Kyo's face and how he'd just treated her--with total disdain.

"Argh!" She shook her head violently.

Who cares what he--

Yuya's thought was instantly cut off when she felt an arm snake around her waste and a hand cover her mouth. She struggled to break free from the stranger's grasp and made to scream, but more people came from behind and managed to put duck tape over her mouth. That left her arms and legs...and head. She tried in vain to kick and hit her way free when a cloth completely covered her head and everything went dark. She resorted to every defense move she'd ever learned, but it was a fruitless effort. By the time the sack covered her head, there were too many people. In the frenzy, her ankles were tied together as well as her wrists. She felt herself get roughly swung over the shoulder of some brawny man, and then soon after, thrown into a car.

Her heart hammered with fear. Her panic was like a cold fluid that ran in her blood stream from her toes all the way up to her head. The possibilties for her demise seemed endless: rape, torture, death, trafficking...

No! No, you can't give up. Calm down. Calm down. Think Yuya, think. Her mind raced. She was overflowing with a adrenaline, a feeling she wasn't all too unfamiliar with.

Well, you can't get out of the car now. She turned her attention to their voices.

"Do you think he'll come?" said a boy.

"I don't know, I think so..." said another boy.

Yuya felt only slightly relieved. By their voices, they seemed around her age and one even sounded a little familiar. That meant she was likely not going to be trafficked...

"Shut up you idiots! He'll come! Turn left up here and then park on the side!" said a rough voice.

Authority, he must be the boss, Yuya noted.

When the car stopped. Yuya was carried up a few steps and then thrown to the floor. The sack over her head was ripped off and she was met by at least 6 boys towering over her. Their uniforms were from her school.

She glared at them with everything she had.

"She must be a tough bitch." one of them piped up, "she didn't even pee her panties."

What?

Then her attention was caught by a shiny sharp knife one of the boys flashed in front of her face. He looked wild.

"We're gonna give widdle Kyo a call and tell him what's up." The wild boy said, and then nastily traced his tongue along the knife

Kyo?

Then another boy with a mohawk ran his finger along her thigh and she flinched. "You see little girl, Kyo thought he was just too good for us."

"That's right." answered another boy with blue hair. "but were gonna show him how much he's missed out."

"Mhm." answered mohawk, "When Kyo finds out his girlfriend has been kidnapped, he'll come right over, and then we'll get to play with him!"

When those last words finally sunk in, Yuya could only think one thing:

Shit.

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"Everyone shut the hell up, I'm calling him."

Her eyes flew to the person on the phone. He was undoubtedly the leader. The boy had sickly crayola orange hair and thick eyebrows.

"Hello Kyo... ... ...hello? What the fuck? Hello?" The leader impatiently slammed his phone shut.

"That bastard hung up!"

"Send him a text message." one suggested.

"...shit, fine."

Yuya was beginning to wonder if she should even feel nervous around these amateurs, when the knife that was hovering before her was now pressed against her throat. She gulped. She must have been a very bad person in her past life. That was the only conclusion she could come up with at this point.

"I...have...your...girlfriend." texted the leader.

They all waited. Yuya felt her pulse against the metal. All she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and cry her eyes out.

"Bzzz."

"He messaged us back!" exclaimed one.

The leader read the message and scrunched his dense brows. "He says he doesn't have a girlfriend."

No shit sherlock.

"What the hell?" said mohawk.

He began another message, "Don't play...dumb...we have...your girl...green eyes...blond hair."

After he sent it, the leader glared at Yuya. "Damn. Is this bitch even important?"

That's a good question.

"Bzzz bzzz bzzz."

"The phone's ringing! It's ringing!" they all said.

The leader hastily answered the phone, and regained composure. "Oh hello Kyo. That wasn't very nice of you to hang up you know." The leader glanced at his men, "we're very disappointed. At least we have a nice girl to play with. If you want to watch, you can come meet us at the warehouse. You see, if you don't come, I'm not sure what we might do to her, she's been so naughty. Oh? You wanna talk to her? Awww." The leader nodded towards mohawk and he ripped the tape off of her. Yuya's mouth felt like it'd just been stung by a hundred bees. The leader held the phone up to her.

"Speak." blue hair hissed. The knife pressed deeper into her neck.

"K-kyo?" she asked hoping to hear his voice.

Her heart dropped.

"He hung up." she whispered, utterly numb.

"What the fuck, is the bastard even coming?" asked mohawk

"Maybe he won't come. I heard he doesn't give a damn about anyone." said a boy with a spike collar.

"But don't you remember how he was around this stupid bitch?" asked blue hair.

"Well, can we mess with her?" asked wild boy.

"Not yet, wait." said the leader.

Minutes passed by. The knife wasn't against her neck anymore and Yuya's fear was slowly dissipating. It was replaced by irritation.

"You're all idiots."

"What?" said many at once.

"He's not coming. Your plan is ruined. What do you even want with Kyo anyway?"

"He didn't want to join us!" said blue hair.

"And?" Yuya asked.

"There is no fucking "and"! This bitch is pissing me off!"

Mohawk kicked Yuya onto the ground. His hand slid up her skirt. She tried to wiggle away and bite him.

"Ha ha! I didn't know you liked biting! You might have told me sooner!" His hand slid farther up her skirt...

"Oof!"

Mohawk was kicked so hard in the head, he passed out cold. A foot pressed onto his neck.

Everything went still.

"...I'm afraid, you boys caught me on a bad day." said the figure standing over the unconscious body. "You see, I haven't had a cigarette in ages...I'm really cranky."

After just hearing his voice, for some reason, tears came rolling down Yuya's face.

She had never felt so relieved, yet she'd never seen him this angry. She made a note to never get him this mad. He was on the mere brink of going berserk.

Then their eyes met and Yuya saw an expression she'd never seen before. She could have sworn his eyes were telling her something, but she couldn't exactly guess what it was. He bent down and made to untie her knots...

"Oh no you don't!" said blue hair, "not without a fight."

Kyo stood back up.

and that's when it all began.

There were definitely more than 6 people. More must have materialized out of nowhere, but Kyo had no trouble. Yuya was in awe. She had no idea he could fight like this. She wondered if he really did fight 30 people and win. He moved like liquid and his blows carried force. The expression on his face was serious and concentrated, as if he was seeing things before they happened. Always one step ahead, Yuya remembered. There was something more in his eyes that even made Yuya wonder if Kyo was enjoying it. But he was still bleeding in places. Blood trickled down from his forehead and ran along his cheek. He had taken many hits himself, and every time he did, her heart constricted.

She saw it before Kyo could. The leader was posed behind Kyo's back with a baseball bat while Kyo was trying to fend off three guys at once.

A cheap-shot.

Dirty bastard!

Yuya had no idea why she hadn't thought of this before. After all, that knife wasn't even close to her anymore. She may not have been able to move, but she still had one special ability.

At the top of her lungs she yelled "POLICE! IT'S THE POLICE! THEY'RE COMING!!"

Everyone dropped everything and fled like spiders.

Everyone except Kyo.

He stared at her in disbelief. Yuya attempted a small awkward smile. She honestly didn't think it'd work so well.

Then he stomped over and roughly began untying her.

"You fucking idiot! I said I would walk you home!" He finished her ankles and then began on her wrists behind her back. "Did those bastards touch you! I swear I'm gonna kill them all--"

As soon as he finished untying her, Yuya swung around and hugged him tightly. She didn't know what possessed her to do it, and when he hugged her back and whispered "I'm sorry Yuya." she only squeezed him tighter. Perhaps a few tears soaked his shirt.

It was a while till she let him go.

the girl didn't want him to go anywhere else.

To be continued...