Chapter 3
A light was being shone in my eyes. I blinked rapidly, it was bright and painful. My back was against something, a wall perhaps, propping me up. I was dazed and confused.
"What...what happened?" I asked, trying to make my eyes refocus. Voices were around me, from what I could tell, there were three. Once my vision cleared, I glanced around. The man from the previous two times, pinky I decided to call him until I had a name, but no others, oddly.
"There you are. Can you tell me why you fainted?" Pinky asked, helping me to sit against the wall properly. Oooh, I don't feel right... A small, confused, and almost sickly sound came from my throat. I felt light headed and weak.
"Hm, you need to drink some water." he spoke. The thought of trying to consume anything made my stomach churn. "Don't move, I'll be right back." pinky ordered.
"What's...going on..." I managed after Pinky left. Using the wall I was leaning against, I tried to push myself to my feet. The simple action took immense effort while simultaneously draining what little energy I had left. Eventually, I gave up and stayed put.
Glancing around once again, I realized I was still in the same white room. Confusion enveloped me. I swear I heard three... but there's no one else... Another unusual sound erupted from my closed lips. I felt sick to my stomach, almost ready to vomit.
Pinky returned in no time at all. My weak form remained against the supporting wall as he strolled over. Outstretching his hand, he offered me a glass of clear liquid. I didn't trust it to be water, remembering the purple stuff he'd injected me with.
"Here," he said, holding it closer, "it's just water, I promise." Almost immediately, I felt how dry my throat really was. Swallowing, my hand reached for the glass, disobeying my head's orders. The material felt cool beneath the tips of my fingers. After bringing the edge of the glass to my lips, I drank.
The glass was empty when I was finished. Thirst completely quenched. Suddenly, I remembered manners that were drilled into me when I was young.
"Thank you." I mumbled almost incoherently. Suddenly, another feeling brought my situation back to life. Without a single moment of hesitation, I spoke up again. "I, uh, really need to use the restroom."
"The door right over there." he informed, gesturing to my left. Nodding gratefully, I attempted to climb to my feet once again. Noticing how difficult it was for me, pinky helped me up. Thankfully, he didn't let go until the dizziness that came with standing faded.
"Uh, thanks." I said, slowly moving to the door he'd gestured to. Using the wall for support, I finally made my way to the bathroom. Or at least, that's what I hoped it was. Cautiously, I opened the door.
"You can take a shower as well, if you'd like." pinky's voice sounded behind me. "I have new clothes for you." on the other side of the newly opened door was a normal looking bathroom. I was surprised. I found myself nodding, but one thing came first.
"I can't stand this. Can you tell me your name already? Since you're keeping me hostage and all." I demanded, turning to face him. He looked to be thinking it over. Then, he simply shrugged.
"Szayelapporo Ganz."
"Ah. Thanks." Finally, I stepped into the bathroom and quickly shut the door. I desperately needed some alone time, as much as I hated it. Shockingly, my chain allowed me to be in the bathroom. Letting out a sigh, I locked the door and moved to the mirror. My hair was messy, been neglected, I hadn't washed it since I was kidnapped. Dark circles lined the bottom of my eyes. I sighed again.
"How long have I been here... Where is 'here' anyway..." I whispered to no one at all. It was definitely time to relax my nerves. Moving to the shower, I attempted to figure out how it worked. Surprisingly, it was fairly simple. Three knobs, two of them labeled hot and cold. I assumed the third was to turn on the shower head above me. With the urge to use the toilet growing stronger, I quickly turned on the shower then relieved myself.
Once I'd stepped into the shower, the hot water sprayed over my body. It was truly relaxing. I moved so the soothing water ran over my head and through my short, multicolored hair. My body was drenched in seconds, the water pressure absolutely perfect. A sigh of relief rushed from my lungs as the rain-like water drifted over me.
"I really need to get back home..." I whispered. The water that felt like rain brought on an odd sensation that I quickly recognized. My body froze, eyes wide. The whole world, all time stopped before me as I was sucked away into another memory.
We had just left the restaurant when the rain began to pour down upon us. Loving the rain, I found myself squealing in delight as Daiki tried to pull me under the armada. It was our first real date as a couple and everything had been perfect. Especially the rain.
"Come on, a little water never hurt anybody! I love the rain!" I cried, pulling him back out under the clouds. It was only a gentle drizzle, but I could tell it was going to become much more, and soon. A smile crossed my lips when he didn't protest.
"It's nice." he spoke softly, putting his arms around my waist from behind. His already dark brown hair grew darker as the rain soaked through it, matting it to his face. My smile stuck.
"The rain is always nice." I replied, leaning back against his chest. People had always told us we'd be perfect together. And just then? I believed them. We're going to be together forever. I thought happily.
We stood like that for what felt like eternity. Passerby stared, shielded from the beautiful rain by umbrellas. I didn't care, I was happy. From what I could tell, Daiki was too. Then, something truly amazing happened.
While I was lost in a daydream, Daiki had spun me around to face him. I gazed deep into his green eyes with my gold ones. He was smiling too. His hand gently stroked my rain soaked cheek, drawing a blush from me.
"You look beautiful." he breathed in awe. My cheeks reddened all the greater at the compliment. Daiki hugged me close to his chest, nuzzling my neck.
"Thank y-" my thanks was cut off by his rain dampened lips pressing against my own. Eyes widening in shock, I almost pulled away. But, I realized, it felt good. My eyes slowly drifted closed as I kissed him back.
The rain, now almost a full downpour, fell around us as we remained in that embrace. The moment was pure bliss and perfection. Up until Daiki pulled his sweet lips away from mine. They were still smiling. That's when I realized it was our first kiss as a couple. It was also my first kiss, ever. I felt myself smiling up at him in return.
"I love you, Kaiya." he whispered gently into my ear. I rested my head on his chest.
"I love you too."
I gasped as I came back to reality, dizziness sweeping over me once again. My hand quickly reached out to the wall, so as to steady myself. Taking deep breaths, I forced myself to calm down, my heart rate to slow. I wasn't ready to faint again.
Once I had calmed down, I began to realize how special the memory was to me. The event happened almost a year ago. It was the best thing to happen to me since I'd turned sixteen. In that moment, two years after my sixteenth birthday, standing in a shower in a place I didn't know where, I remembered my first kiss. A memory that had been blurred by a creepy, pink haired man named Szayelapporo.
Anger erupted through my veins. How dare he steal away important parts of my life?! How dare he take me away from my life?! An angry growl left my throat as my fist pounded against the linoleum shower wall. The anger melted away, pure shock taking over.
When I looked to where my balled up fist made contact with the wall, my heart nearly stopped. An indentation lay there, the perfect size of my hand. A few cracks jutted from the center of the indentation to the very edge.
My heart rate began to pick up once again. How the fuck did I do that... Quickly, panting in shock, I shut the water off and jumped from the shower. Wrapping the towel I'd found around my body, I moved in front of the mirror. No part of me looked different, aside from the dark circles being gone. I didn't feel weak or dizzy anymore.
I let out a breath, moving way from the reflective surface. The only feeling that coursed through my refreshed veins then, was hunger. Slowly, I began to realize I hadn't eaten since I was kidnapped. Just like I hadn't showered. As if on cue, my stomach growled loudly.
Making sure the towel was secure, I moved toward the bathroom door. Not wanting some stranger I hardly knew to see me in only a towel, I cracked the door open and called out for him, hoping he was there.
"Hey, where are those clothes you were talking about?" I waited for at least five minutes, the water dripping from my hair making me shiver. There was no answer. "Uh, hello?" I called again. Still nothing.
Opening the door a bit more, I yelled for him a little louder. Once again, there was no reply. Feeling confused, I opened the door to its full extent. Then, carefully, I stepped out. What was before me made me stop clean in my tracks.
It definitely was not the pink haired man that I'd met. The person before me was one I had never seen before, from what I could remember. And there was no sign of pinky -er- "Szayelapporo" at all.
"Who the hell are you..." I whispered, fear lacing my words. The stranger grinned and took a step toward me. Immediately, I stepped back.
"That doesn't matter, girl. You're coming with me."