HEY GUYS! SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING YESTERDAY. I WAS SICK :( BUT I'M OKAY NOW :)

SO ABOUT THE STORY, I ACTUALLY HAVE SOME CHANGE OF "PLOT" :D THE LAST PART ON CHAPTER 5, I STATED THERE THAT THERE WAS AN EPIPHANY THAT HIT (YOU). ACTUALLY, THE EPIPHANY THAT I WAS THINKING BACK WHEN I WAS WRITING IT WAS — (YOU) WILL RECOGNIZE THAT THE JESTER WHO SAVED (YOU) IS HISOKA, BUT I HAVE A CHANGE IN MIND AND DECIDED TO GO WITH THIS PLOT INSTEAD — THIS ACTUALLY KINDA LIKE SHOW THAT Y/N IS A BIT DENSE. FORGIVE ME FOR THIS :) HOPE YOU LIKE IT! ^_^

PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! :D

PS: There's still a lot of errors, I'll fix it as soon as I got home! :)

Flashback:

He leaned down to me until he was an inch away from my nose. Then he smirked.

"It's been a long time," he said, leer never leaving his face.

No. This is not happening. I said to myself as epiphany hit me hard in the face.

I was silent for a moment, measuring the situation. Funny, I was just thinking about him before I got to this mess, and then suddenly this jester that came out of nowhere, saving me from the other jester — the pervert one — looks just like him! I mean, even this guy's hair is all red and held to the back of his head, the shape of his face and nose resembles Hisoka a lot. Well, Hisoka's hair is blue though. And I cannot imagine Hisoka would wear this ridiculous outfit and wear a face paint. Well if he does though I'm gonna punch him hard in the face.

But I can't tell that. So many years have passed — how long was it? A decade or so?

But how about me? I didn't change. Nothing changed in me. I'm still the old me. Still the loving girlfriend that that a-hole left. I sighed.

Well here's my epiphany: he's going to kill me too. It's maybe because he didn't want any witness to the crime that he made. Well in the first place, he shouldn't have killed the pervert jester. There's a lot of ways to talk a problem out. But he killed him, and now he's going to kill me too. Maybe he just love to sneak into other people's business, and if he wanted to do so, he'll kill those people. I think it's his habit. He love to kill people — well these are only my theories though, and I can say this based on his actions. You can clearly see that in his eyes. Those evil-looking yellow eyes, always in a thin line.

I was actually in deep thoughts of what he said. It's been a long time. What does that even mean? I mean, what has been a long time? Is he signifying that we met before? I don't remember meeting him somewhere. Is he one of my classmate in high school? Or in college? No. I don't think so. I haven't met this guys before.I'm a hundred percent sure about that.

But I don't have time to think such nonsense. I need to formulate a plan to escape this maniac. And I need to think fast.

"Hmmmm." he said. I flinched. His voice... It's .. creepy. His eyes narrowed and he looked down at me. "Perhaps I should —" he wasn't able to finish his sentence. I landed a quick and hard punch on his face. That took a lot of effort. And strength.

I broke into a run. I was running as fast as my feet could. I was frowning too, though. I can feel my knuckle aching from the punch.

I tried to shift my head to the side a little, to see if he's following me. But he wasn't. Yes!

He was just standing there, caressing his left cheek — where I hit him — and he's smiling.

My eyes widen. His smile. It reminds me of someone, but I can't think of who. But more to it, his smile is .. it's scary. I had a goosebumps just by looking at it.

I exited the alleyway and headed straight to my apartment. Every people I passed looked at my direction.

Fortunately, my feet made it to my apartment. But it's no good. It's throbbing with so much pain. I'm even holding the gate for support. And I'm panting real hard.

This is difficult. I can't .. breathe. If only I wouldn't look stupid crawling, I would have crawled to get inside my house.

When I can finally breathe evenly and regained strength, I entered the gate, locked it and walked straight to the door.

The owner of this apartment is a 75-year old woman. She's a widow and has no son or daughter. She lives just across the street, all by herself. She would only come and visit the apartment when she's collecting the rent. She wasn't the nice-type of old lady though. She always look at me like I'm a bother to her. Huh.

When I'm inside the house, I locked the door behind me and exhaled loudly. "Wow, I was in trouble back there." I said to myself. "Good thing I'm safe here in my —" I stopped.

Someone has break into my house! I can clearly see someone sitting on the couch. It's a guy. A big guy. I turned on the lights.

"H-Hey!" I said. "What are you — Toru?" I now recognize the guy sitting on my couch. Oh, no. I'm in BIG trouble. "What are you doing here, Toru?" I demanded.

He stood up and bowed. When he faced me, he's smiling. "To take you home, Princess." He cleared his throat. "We've been looking everywhere for you, and Boss is, well, unhappy." he said. Of all of daddy's bodyguard, I like Toru. He's obedient, polite, courteous, and he's very kind to me. He calls me Princess, since I was little.

"I don't care. Go home, Toru. Tell him you haven't found me yet." I ordered him, and walked towards the kitchen. He followed.

"But Princess —"

"Toru, please." I pleaded. "Please don't take me to him," that came out a whisper. Maybe because I'm exhausted from the long run and now here, there's another problem.

He sighed. "We have no choice, Princess. This must be done. Forgive me." He said to me. He looked behind me then nodded.

I followed to where he was looking, and was surprise to see Toru's men, all standing behind me, and they seem to have entered the house through the window and backdoor.

"Toru! I am ordering you! Stop this!" I said when his men advanced on me.

"Forgive me, Princess." that was his answer.

One of them caught me from behind and grabbed my hands and locked them to my back. I struggled and squirm and twisted, making all movements I can with my hands locked to my back. Now they pissed me.

"When I get back, I'm gonna get you all fired! Do you understand that, you idiots?" I yelled at them, still struggling. "I'll get you all fired! You! And you! Every single one of you!"

Someone covered my mouth with a white scarf. I smelled something strange from it, then suddenly felt dizzy. Everything I see turned blur.

"I'm truly sorry for this, Princess." Toru said, catching me before I fell to the floor. That was the last thing that registered to my head, and then everything became black.

I was waken by something hard against my lower abdomen. And I'm hanging upside down.

"Ohhh," I frowned, rubbing my temple. My head is aching. I'm half-awake, and everything is fuzzy.

What happened?

I feel like someone's carrying me. And it's carrying me over it's shoulder. I blinked. The person carrying me is walking, but I can't see who it is. I can't even lift my hand.

"Hmmmm?" someone said, then we stopped moving. "You should rest," the person carrying me said then resumed it's pace.

I assume that he's talking to me and with that, I closed my eyes, escaping all the problems I know I can never break free from.