Hello~~ And Happy Thanksgiving!

I just realized I promised this story wouldn't hurt your eyes, and if it HAS caused any retinal damage or damage elsewhere in that general area, I apologize.

So, I've been a slacker lately.

Procrastination.

Gotta hate it o.-

Or maybe love it?

I'll shut up.


"This place gives me the creeps…" Laila grumbled to herself as she waited impatiently by Akira's bed.

"Yeah, this guy really needs to clean up a bit, you know?" Akira replied, staring at the ceiling. "I mean, it is spring; hasn't he ever heard of spring cleaning?"

Laila sighed as she glanced at the door once more. That creepy guy had fixed Akira's arm up, then left and told them to stay there while he went to go do… What had he said he was going to do?

"Hey Akira, what did that creeper say he was gonna do while we waited in this dump?" Laila asked, leaning back in her chair. She couldn't remember his name, but she didn't care.

"Forgot. Something about collecting data, I think." Akira replied, turning his head towards her.

"Huh. What kind of data could he collect in this creepy place?" Laila wondered aloud.

"Maybe he's counting the number of people who are repelled by the demeaning aura that surrounds the place, or perhaps the number of abnormally huge rats that are dead in his front lawn?" Akira suggested. Laila made a face at him.

"That sounds gross." She stated, standing up and stretching. "Besides, I didn't see that many dead rats when we were walking up to this god-forsaken place."

"That's because you were too busy freaking out about this minor flesh wound on my arm." Akira said as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed he was on, placing his feet on the cold floor.

"Wait, what are you doing? Stay in that bed, idiot!" Laila said, walking over to push him back down onto the old mattress.

"No way!" Akira exclaimed, dodging Laila. "If I stay on that mattress too long, I'll probably get some terminal, unknown disease. We should just leave, this place isn't sanitary." He finished, sticking out his tongue in distaste.

Laila sighed but agreed. She didn't want to stay longer than necessary. She walked over to the door with Akira echoing her footsteps, and when she opened it, she was surprised to find the hallway pitch black.

"Akira, why is this hallway so dark?!" Laila exclaimed, whipping her head around to look for her friend, only to find herself alone. She paused as her mind processed her situation.

"Akira?" She finally called, taking a few steps back into the room. "Akira, this isn't funny, get the heck out here you jerk!" Laila tried again, louder this time. She got no response.

This was starting to worry her. Akira couldn't just disappear; Laila knew she had been blocking the doorway! And there was no window in the room, or a ventilation shaft. And even if he had managed to get out somehow, she was sure she would've heard it. What if that weird guy had taken Akira away? All her thinking had her completely worried as she tried to keep herself calm.

She took a deep breath and considered her options. She could just wait in the room, for either that creepy man or Akira to get back (and she prayed to god that it would be Akira that found her first) or she could suck it up and try navigating through that pitch black hallway. Laila glanced nervously at the still open door. Maybe she should just wait and see if Akira came back…


Oura sighed. Here she was, chasing her dog who appeared to be chasing nothing, when she could potentially be getting some candy from her two best friends, and then bringing them to that spooky hospital that really gave her a weird feeling and… Wasn't that the weird hospital? Oura halted herself, using her transport-transport fruit to get in front of Inuka and scoop him up.

"Inuka, why did you bring me here?" Oura huffed, frowning in confusion. "I still need to find Arty and Yuki!"

Inuka just squirmed in Oura's arms, trying to get to the hospital. Oura frowned. She didn't know why Inuka wanted so desperately to get into that creepy place, but Akira and Laila were in there, so maybe something was wrong?

But, they did tell her to find Arty and Yuki, so she would just go do that. She was sure Laila and Akira could fend for themselves, if need be. With that in mind, she carried the struggling Inuka away.


Laila sighed for the thousandth time. She knew Akira wasn't coming back, or that he couldn't come back, yet she was too freaked out by that hall to go out and look for him.

As she thought about this stood in front of the door, trying to gather up her courage and just walk out the door. Suddenly, she felt two hands on her back, and she was sent sprawling into the darkness. She yelped in surprise as she hit the dirty floor. She heard the soft laughter of a child before the door slammed shut with a small click.

For a short while, all she heard was her heart beating wildly in her head, and the sound of her own trembling breathing. What the heck had just happened? She swallowed thickly, willing her eyes to adjust to the unnatural darkness. Even after a few moments, she could still barely see anything.

Laila stood up, backing against the wall behind her. She didn't like the feeling of her back being exposed, like she was vulnerable and someone could just come up behind her and attack her. She sighed as she began to make her way down the hall. Suddenly the lights flickered on, leaving Laila blinded for a few moments. Those few moments were all that were needed for her to get something that felt kind of like a metal chair slammed into her back, sending her sprawling onto the floor.

"OW! WHAT THE HECK?!" Laila shouted, turning to either chew out or beat up her attacker, when she noticed no one was there. "Okay… That was weird." Laila grumbled.


Akira sighed for the eight-hundredth time. All he remembered was what had happened before he had been knocked out, and then waking up in this room. It was perfectly white with no stains, no dirt, no color, nothing. It smelled strongly of cleaning products and bleach. He vaguely wondered if that creepy man, Michael, had been the cause of this weirdness. And if so, had he needed the bleach that Akira could smell to wipe the blood of his victims off the walls? Akira shook his head. He didn't need to be thinking about such violent and disturbing things while he didn't even have his swords.

And that was another thing; he didn't have his swords, or his normal clothing. Instead, he was wearing a white t-shirt that was about five times too large for him and a pair of grey sweatpants. He didn't even have any socks on, not that he would need any in this much-too-sanitary room. He hadn't managed to find a way out of the room, the only door that he could see being made of metal, and locked firmly. And what really annoyed him was that the door was just as white as the rest of the room.

He sat in the corner with his eyes closed until he heard something like static, filling the room. He saw no speakers, but didn't bother trying to figure out how the sound got in there. He just took it in stride at this point. The sound of Michael's voice filled the room, echoing off the barren walls.

"Hello, my Subject. I hope you like games, because I have quite an enthralling one for you. The risks are high, but the reward is something I'm sure you'll want."

Akira frowned. This guy just kept getting weirder and weirder.


Yeppers. Got kinda lazy at the end.

What?! Don't judge! It's in my very nature to be lazy.

Even though I'm a slacker, I hope you review! (: