Holy.

I'd never known a storm to be so...ugh, I dunno, stormy. Gale-force winds were tugging me left and right, I couldn't see three inches past my nose...

I'm kidding. I couldn't even see my nose. It was that bad out. Fenrir was going to have to wait for me tomorrow morning because I couldn't possibly make it home in such harsh weather. With a huff and a puff with an attempt not to drown in this rain, I set out for Daisy's Cozy Corner, a motel I liked staying in because my friend, Yari, worked there. She, unnecessarily, got me a lot of free nights in the place and I still owed her three lunch dates in an attempt to pay her back.

About forty minutes into my battle to stay upright, my hopes of even finding the road, not to mentions Daisy's, were long since diminished. Now I just wanted something solid to grasp.

My raincoat clung to my jacket, which clung to my hoodie, which clung to my plainclothes. I felt like a raisin. Rephrase; I couldn't really feel anything. I was numb all over, probably shaking. All I knew was that I was moving towards whatever I thought looked like a shape and sighing when it turned out to be a figment of my imagination.

It wasn't until a bolt of lightning nearly struck me that I began to feel more than wet and pissy. I was frightened.

It illuminated the area around me just long enough for me to see that I'd wandered off to a part of Domino I'd never really been to before.

Great. Add, "getting lost" to the shitty chain of events happening on my voyage towards shelter.

Then I spotted a silhouette not too far away from where I stood. As quick as my jelly legs could carry me, I raced towards it.

"Hey!" I called out. "Excuse me! Could you direct me to Dais-"

The figure whirled around and struck my face with something hard. A rod of some sort, I think. I staggered back and felt blood begin to run down my cheek.

"Get out of my alley!" he screamed. It was a homeless man, I realized. He must've thought I was going to rob him. "Get, before I call the cops! Go on!"

I stumbled away from him and shook with more fear. The small tingle in my spine I failed to notice earlier now burned prominently.

That man hit me hard. My vision now swam with black dancing at the edges as I stepped out of the alley. I swayed and fell to my knees.

But I pushed on. Something in my head told me that if I didn't get moving, I wouldn't be able to get back up.

But...but I felt so comfortable. All the pressure was gone from my feet after almost an hour and a half of walking. I knelt down further, on my hands now. The black swirled and swirled.

'Maybe I could just...lay here...for just a second...' I thought, letting my eyes slide shut. At that moment I felt my face make contact with concrete, then everything was dark.

If I was scared of a homeless man, I was riveted with terror when I next awoke in a foreign home, in a foreign bed, no longer in my own clothing, wrapped in bandages...even my hair had been dried and placed in a towel.

I stuffed a pillow in my face to keep from screaming. If someone was in here with me I didn't want them knowing I was conscious. I took several deep breaths and quickly felt my thighs.

Everything felt in order. I didn't have any new tattoos or piercings and I think I still had my virginity. All my hair was on my head and all organs seemed to be in my body. Can you tell if an organ is missing?

"Alright..." I whispered, feeling a little bit reassured. "Man up, Violet. You're alive...I think...just find your things and get the hell out of here." The pep talk kind of helped as I took a tentative step on the ground.

And immediately, I fell back in bed, almost screaming again. How long had I been walking?

My feet were on F.I.R.E. For a moment I feared that whoever owned this house had done something to them. Then I remembered I stumbled on a curb and thought I broke my ankle. The pain had begun there and spread to both feet as I trudged along.

This time I couldn't suppress it. I let out a little whimper as I slowly inched myself down onto the carpet, careful not to place too much pressure on my feet.

As surreptitious as possible, I snaked my way into the hallway, taking the time to check out my surroundings. There was a set of stairs to my right, which let me know I was on the second floor, and several doors to my left. In fact, I realized as I crawled along further, this isn't a hallway, it's a balcony. A grand one.

That immediately ruled out Mr. Baker as the one who found me. I know what teachers make and he wouldn't be able to afford the wallpaper up in this place. But that also created a problem. None of my other friends whose houses I'd been to were this grand, either.

So again, where the hell was I? I didn't dare try any of the closed doors for fear of what, or who, lay beyond. So I shimmied past the staircase and peered into the first open door I saw.

A bedroom, I noted. No one looked to be in here, so I remembered this spot in case I needed to hide, before moving on.

"The bathroom," I whispered. This might benefit me. I crawled inside and rummaged through the drawers in search of anything I could use as a weapon. The best I came up with was a pair of salon scissors and a can of Febreze. I slipped them into the pocket of the pajamas I had on and continued.

A cough downstairs stopped me dead in the middle of the walkway, frozen with fear as I heard footsteps ascending. I'd be seen!

I slipped into the bedroom and crawled into the closet, weapons at the ready as I heard the person step into the room I'd woken up in.

"She's gone!" the figure exclaimed. It was male, I noted. "She can't have left the house, I was right by the door..."

I stifled a gasp when he entered the room I hid in. My means of defense were ready in each hand as I heard him moving things around. What was he searching for, I wondered.

"Damn girl," I heard him mutter. "I found her in the rain and then she just goes and runs in gratitude.." He moved towards the closet and opened it.

I screamed and, out of reflex, gripped the trigger on the Febreze, spraying the albino in the eyes.

Wait, albino? The thought barely registered as he screamed and fell onto his back, yelling profanities. I jumped out of the closet to run and dropped my weapons, stupidly landing on my feet and collapsing on my side next to him.

He groaned loudly and wiped his left eye, sitting up and scooting away from me with his feet. "Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed. "You sprayed me in the face with a can of air freshener!"

"Bakura?" I couldn't believe it. "You...you took me..."

"How'd you guess, Sherlock? Was it the lock of alabaster you found under the victim's fingernail or the missing priceless family heirloom!" he snapped, reaching for me.

I reached for the scissors and aimed them at him. "D-don't touch me!"

He swatted the scissors away and lifted me up bridal style. "Shut up and get back in bed. How the hell did you get this far with a broken heel?"

"Broken?" I repeated, groggy. I was so confused. Everything was happening so fast. I squirmed in his grip and he dropped me onto my back. "Bakura, please tell me what happened! Why am I wearing your pajamas and wearing a towel?"

"I was going to explain after I put you back in bed, but you can go ahead and ruin your foot even more. At this point I don't give a damn." he said.

We just kind of stared at each other for a minute before I blinked.

"Did you shave my head? Is that why I'm wearing a towel?"

"You-...you have the strangest thought process. I should've just left you in the rain, stupid child.."

I puffed up my chest. "I'm not stupid."

He cackled, which sent vibrations down my back. How sinister he sounded.. At least it was something. I didn't expect to ever hear him speak so much. He was quiet as a mouse during class.

But I got over that and removed the towel from my head. I half-expected him to have dyed it white like his hair. That thought was put to rest as I was greeted with waist-long, ebony curls, spilling around my frame, which made me happy.

He watched my movement like a hawk, which bugged me a bit. "What?" I said, brushing a strand from my face.

"Black hair and green eyes..." he muttered. "It's a contrasting blend. Makes you noticeable."

I couldn't decide whether or not that was a comment, so I stayed quiet and turned to crawl back into the room I woke up in.

Three strides in, he grabbed me by the waist and flung me over his shoulder. I screamed again.

"Ra, shut up!" he yelled over my frantic movement. "You move too slow."

Why the hell was he so strong but so scrawny-looking? And he needed to cut his nails. And flip me over. The small of my back was on his shoulder while his arm was on my stomach, legs and arms dangling freely in the air.

He laid me back in bed and sat on the edge, staring at me again.

I waited. He said nothing. So I sighed. He said nothing.

"...Well?"

"Well."

I sighed. "Aren't you going to tell me what happened?"

"I found you in the rain."

"...So you decided to pick me up and hoist me into your big-ass home, throw some pajamas on me and wrap my hair up, not at all thinking I'd be freaked out by this?"

"Well...yeah. Something wrong?"

I attempted to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist.

"You put me in your clothes."

"Yes I did."

"...I don't think you understand why I'm trying to slap you."

"Nope."

"You. Undressed. Me."

"Yeap."

"You're a queer." I wanted to slap him so hard. It was like talking to a brick.

And strangely, all the fear was gone. Inner instinct told me that his intentions weren't to hurt me. So we talked.

Went astray at the end with the random dialogue but it's late. I'm tired.

So there you go! Lazy chapter!

And Violet was saved from a hobo by a British albino! Whoa! That rhymed, yo!

K I'ma go before I piss youns off.

Violet is mine.

Bakura is Kazuki Takahashi's.

Yari is InvaderBekk's.

And um...Yesh.

B-bye.