I DO NOT OWN ZATCH BELL, OR "WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS"
Sorry, writers block. Anyway...
"I'm telling you officer, she's missing!" Megumi cried to the lazy police officer. He looked down to meet her eyes, and spat out.
" Look, kid, Mia could be anywhere. It isn't my job to go hunting her down. It is my job to investigate criminal actions, not a little runaway." The officer shook his beer belly, and sauntered away.
"Officer!" Kiyo hollared. "How do you known she ran away? She's been missing for a few days now!" The officer turned.
Zatch stared at the newly polished marble floor. The cement peach walls and the tile roof top also was increasingly interesting to him. Runaway, how could Tia runaway? It didn't make sense. It couldn't have been to save Megumi, she would have a along time ago. Something's wrong.
"Look boy." the officer towered over Kiyo, intentionally attempting to intimidate. "Half of the missing kids ou there ran away, and another third was kidnapped by parents."
"Well," Megumi roughtly poked the officer's chest. "Did you wever think that Parental Kidnapping and kidnap are in the same phrase?"
"Or the fact that runaways often end up in trouble?" Kiyo hollared, letting his arms fly out.
"Look, nitwits, I can't help you."
"Then tell us smeone who can help."
"There is no one that can." With that, the officer stormed out of the hall.
Megumi walked out to the car, and the three got in. Her driver silently toook the back to Kiyo's. Megumi was emotionless. Kiyo was rubbing his temples, muttuering something about not being able to protect little sister. Zatch was breathing heavily, trying his best not to completely breakdown. It was hardly working.
Tia looked at he floor of her cell. Her mind was thinking so fast, she couldn't even complete her thoughts before another one started.
Oh my gosh. Zeno likes me? But how? I mean, come on, we haven't ever spoken or anything. Why would he like me? She subconciously brought her hands to her arms, a position of vulnerability. Why him and not Zatch? Why must he have those gorgeous purple eyes or that pale skin...Oh no, am I beginning to like him? I can't be, not after the way he has treated me! Not after how much he hates Zatch...but still, he's aboy who has known no love...he needs mine...do I like him...She began to dream. In her usual dream where Zatch and she kiss, she sees sharp teeth and purpleeyes, and finds them adoring.