Chapter 122: GCP: Part 2
August 28th
Noon
"Makato Dear!"
"Hey, Mom. . ."
"Hey. . . Mom?"
The way she greeted her mother was unnatural. Rebellious.
Queen Rosalinda froze at her appearance when her youngest child returned from the Smash Mansion. Her hair was as white as snow and her eyes flashed a moonlight purple. A change of clothes. From a short pink kimono, she dressed in a purple and black version. Eleven and Samus stood behind the princess, waiting patiently for the two family members to interact.
The maids that stood by the queen, side-eyed each other with worry, unable to say anything unless spoken.
Queen Rosalinda opened her mouth halfway but nothing came out of it. She then held onto her shoulders and gazed at her eyes.
"Is Father home?" Makato asked, starting the conversation
"No. . ." The Queen took a few steps back, containing her composure. "Your father went on a mission with your siblings. They'll be back before December.
"Is that so. . .?" Makato glanced at the two Smashers behind her. "I'll be staying here until he's back. I brought some friends with me. They're on vacation. . ."
Queen Rosalinda turned her attention to Samus and Eleven without a smile. "I see. . . Welcome to Niho. I hope you enjoy your stay as long as you can."
"The pleasure is ours." Eleven bowed halfway for a brief second.
"It's been a while, Queen Rosalinda." Samus greeted.
"Maids, take them to their rooms. Let's get some food ready for you two." Rosalinda clasped her hands.
"Yes, Milady!" The maids gathered around the two Smashers and escorted them away. Eleven took one last glance behind him, now that Makato and her mother were alone.
"Mom. . . I've been having headaches. Can you make them go away?" Makato asked with a dead gaze on her face.
Rosalinda sweatdropped and took a couple of steps. She placed her hands on both sides of her head, coming into contact with her white hair. "Y-yes, Dear."
Eleven stared at the light blue light, glowing from the Queen's hands and turned back around.
"Is it strange? The queen never brought up a question about her looks. . ." Samus whispered over to Eleven.
"I don't know much about Makato. I assumed the queen knew. . ." Eleven muttered.
"Makato's been off lately. Her white hair and purple eyes are her darkness taking control of her body. But for some reason, she's not having any anger. . . nor portraying it."
"Is that why you tagged along?"
"Mostly to get away from Kazuya," Samus stuck her tongue out. "The last time I tried Niho's hard cider, I was wasted. So I'll take a good tour once more."
After the long flight of stairs, both of them were led to their separate chambers and provided with their butler and maid. Both unpacking their things, they met Makato on the same floor, now following the potion princess to her room.
More extensive than the guest rooms, Eleven and Samus were awed at the sight, dragging their steps. A large witch pot was the first thing that caught their eyes, followed by massive shelves of strange-colored liquids in glass tubes and empty potion bottles. The smell. . . ungodly. A box labeled "Dead Animal Parts" and "Plants" could explain the mysterious stench otherwise.
"Um. . . Makato. . ." Samus sweatdropped, rubbing her arm. "Do you sleep here? It stinks!"
"Yes. As you can see the bed next to the window, over there." Makato pointed. "The smell doesn't bother me. I've endured worse stenches. . . If it does bother you, I'll use a potion to mask it."
"This is crazy." Eleven's eyes widened. "Well, in a good way."
Makato turned to the two, giving a nonchalant look. "You both have maids and butlers to accompany you anywhere in Niho. Make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the most of it. I won't be leaving the castle until my father gets home."
"Awesome. Free vacation." Samus did a small fist bump to the air, before rushing out of the room.
"Thank you, Makato," Eleven said. He started using his free time by exploring the shelves with mysterious things stored in glass containers. A glass jar of eyes caught his attention as he made his way toward there.
'I took the trip to Niho for Solo's sake. Yes. For Solo's sake.' After convincing himself, he turned to Makato, catching only the back of her long white hair.
Her attention was on the window view of the mountains in Niho.
"Makato, what are your plans when your father comes home?"
"You came here to learn, did you not?" Makato turned her head to Eleven.
Ba-dump.
"Though I can make it with my hands, we'll go out in the wilderness and find some. . . organic ingredients. How does tomorrow sound?"
"That sounds great."
'Screw my brother. Maybe I should give her some space for a bit. I'll take a look around. . .'
Makato heard the door close behind her and footsteps fading away from her ears. Once she realized she was alone, she fell to her knees and clenched her dress where her heart was located. Tears ran from her eyes, unable to control her countless sobs.
"This heartbreak. . . I'm still hurting from that night. . ." Makato muttered.
Dark Makato smirked, caressing her shoulders. "Fret not, it will be worth it in the end. . ."
As Eleven marched down the stairs, a butler behind him kept a reasonable distance to not seem like a creep and to be there when he called.
"Lydia. . . I'm sorry. Forgive me. . . At this rate, she'll become like you." Rosalinda sobbed, burying her face in her lap, crouched down.
"My Queen! Please don't kneel on the floor." One of the maids cried.
Only halfway down the steps, Makato's mother cried at the same place where she last spoke to Makato.
"Lydia?" Eleven asked the name to himself.
(oOoOoOo)
GCP
Women's Division
Cafeteria
Earlier in the Day. . .
7:30 A.M.
Min-Min took the farthest table possible in the cafeteria, but it didn't stop incoming bullies from dousing her in milk and sticky oatmeal.
"Ching chong bitch!"
"Haha!"
"No way I'd fuck her!"
The bullies laughed after smacking her with their milk cartons, then walked away from Min-Min. The ranks in GCP for the girl's division were upper and higher. Many of the female prisoners were Tops and Industries. Those who were Bottoms and Fresh Meats were targeted without question.
'Aiya,' Min-Min wiped the milk off her face and scooped a spoonful of her oatmeal. 'Min-Min rather bail out now, but Richter money maker.'
Losing appetite for the lack of flavor, Min-Min got up on her feet with her tray. Making her way to the garbage, she felt many eyes targeting her back. So far, from the space she was in, Min-Min was the only Fresh Meat amongst the sea of Tops and Industries.
'Aiya. . . is Min-Min that attractive?' Arriving at the garbage, two girls approached. One with short red hair and red-orange eyes, the other with long luscious blonde hair and blonde eyes.
The red-haired girl smiled while holding onto the blonde-haired girl's arm. "Is that a Chinese girl? Oh my God, it is!"
The blonde-haired smirked at Min-Min. The height difference made the two girls superior to Min-Min. In addition, they were Industries.
"We know what we do best, don't we, Sis?" The red-haired girl smiled.
"Fresh Meat like you should know your place." The blonde-haired girl said, crossing her arms.
(oOoOoOo)
The two girls dragged Min-Min to the restroom, all the way to the last stall. Slaps, kicks, punches, anything to put Min-Min to her knees and it worked, according to their eyes. Decorating her with wet toilet paper soaked from the toilet itself, and chewing gum on the walls. They continued to beat her up until she was bruised from head to toe. Lifeless and unable to move, she sat on the toilet seat. The red-haired girl smiled and took a sniff at her neck.
"Now that I think of it, you smell like. . . cologne." She muttered. After that discovery, her eyes widened. "You were near men before you got here! Who's the guy?! I'm so jealous!"
"Easy, Pyra." The blonde-haired girl said, pulling her away from Min-Min.
"Mythraaaa! I wanna boyfriend! The one that she has!"
Mythra glanced at Min-Min seeing the top of her head. "Who's the guy? Is he here?"
"He. . . money maker. . ." Min-Min grumbled out. She paused for a bit, thinking whether to mention his name or not. To keep the act of a frightened kitten, Min-Min opened her lips again. "R-Richter. . . in same roof."
"Did you hear that, Sister?! He's here! A prisoner as well!" Pyra squealed, holding onto Mythra's arm. "Richter sounds like a cool and hot guy! I wanna meet him!"
"Ok." Mythra nodded. "How about we sneak out of here and visit the men's division?"
"Yay! But wouldn't that be super hard, though?"
Mythra smirked and grabbed Min-Min's bangs, forcing her head to look up at her golden eyes. "Ok, Noodles, you're gonna help us cross our way to the men's division."
In case Min-Min found it to be a joke, Mythra pulled out a map from her pink prison uniform. As all prisoners were given a map of the area, Mythra's map was highlighted, circled, and written with intent.
She showed the map to Min-Min's bruised eyes.
"Mami is very strict, but just as gay as this place. Those who please her will get a special invite to her crib. Winning Mami over is taking her blind spots. The cameras. You'll be Mami's bait. Her slut toy."
"Good thing she has a soft spot for Asians~" Pyra giggled.
"You'll be joining us in our cells until our plans are achieved. You don't have a choice." Mythra smirked, tilting her neck to flash her gold neckband. "We're Industries."
"See you later tonight, roommate~! Pigs like you sleep on the ground!" Pyra stuck her tongue playfully.
The girls laughed and gave the kicks as remarks before leaving the stall. It was quiet for once. Except for the noises outside the bathroom.
"Aiya. . ." Min-Min coughed out the dried blood checking her throat and got up on her two feet. "Stinky ducks from sewers of China, yes? Use all of duck parts for cooking, yes? Never throw away, even rotten ones. No rotten ducks take away Money Maker."
(oOoOoOo)
Present Time
Smash Mansion
"We can't call them right now? Not available? Why not?! Hey! Degenerate- -Sir! Hello? I'm sorry I didn't mean to-! Ah! He hung up on me!" F. Robin sighed, slamming the phone.
Pit, Link, Shulk, and Ren stood behind Robin listening to her conversation.
"Just what did they do?! It's only been a day! One. Whole. DAY!" Pit grabbed onto his hair from the unwanted stress.
"That's so like them. . ." Link said.
"Best we set up camp near the place. If we don't want to be caught in action." Robin said. "Start packing, Cis-gendered males!"
"Yes, Ma'am!" Pit, Link, and Shulk saluted.
Ren kept his hands in his pockets. "She just called us Cis-gendered males. . ."
As the group hurried away, Robin glanced behind to make sure nobody was around. The coast was clear, and a big smile appeared on her face. She stretched her hand out so the light would sparkle on the ring. The same ring she got as an unexpecting gift from Ike was worn on her pointer finger.
'Hypothetically speaking, if I were to break you out of prison, would you date me? You gave me this ring without an explanation and I need answers! I have a right don't I? You two broken up so the ball's in anyone's court.' Robin thought. 'I made up my mind! I'm going to express my genuine feelings for you when I visit you!'
Her giggles let loose at the sight of the ring. She gleamed at it for so long more giggles entered her giggling. A much higher pitch and a sweet scent of honey.
"That ring is very pretty." C. Makato smiled.
"M-Makato! H-hi!" Robin hid her hand behind her back, laughing in cracks. 'Does she know Ike gave me this ring?'
"Awkward." Miru watched their laughter from afar reading the note Makato left. "Her memories should be updated and the rest is hers to make. . ."
Miru peeked his head up when he heard the conversation coming to a close. The Cloned Makato walked back to Miru.
"What did you guys talk about?" Miru asked.
"I supported Robin in pursuing Ike." C. Makato answered.
"Why do you think Makato would say that? Taking charge of her love life isn't your objective."
"Master should let go of Mister Ike. There are plenty of fish and tasty cinnamon-rolled bread in the sea! I will choose someone more capable for Master." Makato said. "According to my memories, Ike and Master's overall capability rate is 42%. Arguments, break-ups, jealousy. Nothing but toxic, negative energy."
"Heeey, I think you want a nice hot bath, don't you?"
C. Makato curled her lips to a close and shook her head, ending her conversation in a heartbeat.
F. Robin headed for her room with a larger smile than before. 'Oh, my God! Wow! I'm shocked! Makato is rooting for us, Ike! Strange. . . But. . . weird. Something I wouldn't expect from her. I guessed she moved on.'
As the group packed their belongings, they all met near the front entrance which was Pit's idea.
"Alright, guys! There's no turning back. It's do or die." Pit said.
"I'm all in." Link nodded. "But I'm not dying."
Shulk grinned. "Has a good ring to it, Mates."
"How long till we get to the prison?" Ren asked, checking his smartphone.
Just when Ren asked, the large doors opened at a snail's pace. The group took a couple of steps back and waited for for. . . whoever was entering the mansion.
Zelda dragged her feet into the mansion, carrying a bunch of things. Boxes, bags; only to see her hands and the ends of her skirt. Her face, whatever expression she wanted to show, was blocked. Just the sound of her breathing was enough to know she was at her limit.
"Z-Zelda!" Link gasped, hurrying to her aid. Before he could shoulder her burden, Kazuya walked in right behind her, making the elf freeze in place. The same clean suit.
'Ohshitohshitohshit!' The group screamed in their minds, fixated on Kazuya's red eye.
Kazuya shut the doors behind him and stared at the group. "I believe I made a rule about leaving the mansion without my permission. And not touching my slaves. As the new owner of this place, I also own all of you."
"Master and Crazy Hand said we. . . uh. . . can go camping!" Pit exclaimed. "Y-yeah!"
'This isn't good! He suspects us!' Robin sweatdropped.
Kazuya crossed his arms. "Like I said, MY permission. . . Where's the campsite?"
'FUUUCK! I DIDN'T THINK THAT FAR AHEAD!' Pit's panic caused sweat to run along his face. 'A LITTLE HELP, GUYS?'
"The campsite, Kazuya Sir. . ." Robin cleared her throat. "Is right at the Smash Fields."
"There's no such thing-"
Robin cupped Pit's mouth with her hand, squeezing his cheeks in the process. "If you update your Google Maps, then perhaps you should know there is a 'Smash Fields!'"
There was silence for a while. Hearts were beating from the inside as they awaited the demonic trader's answer.
"How long's the trip?" Kazuya then asked.
"3 days-" Pit was interrupted again with the same mouth that blocked his words.
"About a week or so! Who knows! We may have a bit of fun when we get over there." Robin cracked her laughs.
"Marshmallows at the campfire are very tasty." Link gave a serious look after his statement.
"Heh." Kazuya scoffed. "If you guys aren't back by the week, I won't hesitate to sacrifice this woman."
The group held their breaths for a quick second before turning to Zelda.
Link gritted his teeth. "You wouldn't dare. . ."
Pit swiped Robin's hand away from his lips."That won't. . . be a problem, right guys?"
Ren touched the curls of his bangs. "Yeah, we're screwed. . ."
"Meow! Shut up, Ren!" Morgana pawed his cheek.
The rest hesitated in their nods and eyed each other with distressed looks.
"Alright, Kazuya, Sir. You got yourself a deal." Pit stretched out his hand toward the demon in the suit.
Kazuya rejected his hand, walking past them. "I don't touch the holy ones."
"Ouch?"
Zelda began to move her feet one by one, as the boxes weighed her down. Once the two were out of sight, all of them let out a sigh of relief.
"At this rate, we'll need to rent a car to get there. . ." Robin sighed. "According to my GPS, that place will take. . . hours!"
"Coffin travel?" Ren asked.
The group looked over to Ren with firm nods.
Robin, however. . .
"No, no, no, no! We are NOT going to"
"I'll call Simon!" Pit winked, flying away.
"UGH!"
(oOoOoOo)
Pretty Pink Room
Ike and Richter signed a few pieces of paper before entering the PPR. When the metal doors opened, the smell of sewer raced inside their noses. The pink was the rust and mold against the walls, and the few prisoners in the wide space roamed around like zombies. It was dead quiet, and echoes were the only source of the sound.
"There's nothing pretty or pink about this place!" Richter said.
Ike nodded. "Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes."
"Not plastic surgery, that's for sure! That's the devil trying to play God!"
"Here me out. If someone wants a BBL, it's pretty much arranging what God has put in their bodies into another body part."
"I get it, but I don't get it at the same time. Where's your Bible verse to back it up?"
"Like you know the whole thing."
"I don't. That's why I'm asking."
"Ok." Ike cleared his throat and glanced up at the ceiling above them, "It's on page 205."
"Great, thanks- -! Wait a fucking minute-"
"Amen! I mean- -ahem!" One of the guards interrupted their conversation.
"You two will spend three days in this facility." Guard 1 behind the two ex-Smashers said as he uncuffed their handcuffs. After the cuffs, Guard 2 cuffed them with a metal wristband.
Richter eyed the band and lifted his arm. "What's this?"
"Heart monitors." Guard 1 said. "This is how we keep track that you're alive. The moment you step foot in here, GCP isn't responsible for any bodily harm to the prisoners. Otherwise, after your time served here, you will be sent back to our regular facility."
"Oooh~! Kinky."
"There are no guards. . ." Ike said, observing the place from the distance they stood.
"Yeah, a free-for-all." Guard 2 smirked. After handing the ex-Smashers hygienic products, the doors closed behind them. "Don't worry, you'll be fed. . . hopefully."
"Enjoy your stay, girls! Hahahaaa!" Those were the last words they heard from the guards, now hearing their footsteps.
Two floors. It was a two-floored facility. They stood on the second floor that had iron rails and the stairs lead to. . . What seemed to be the recess part of the place.
"Free-for-all, huh?" Richter yawned. "Let's find a cell to snooze and fuck."
"What?"
"What? Ah. . . shit. My bad." Richter shook his head. "That's what my roommate says every night."
"But it's been a day." Ike furrowed his eyebrows.
"It has?"
That conversation was never brought up to light ever again.
As they went cell-searching, most of the cells were filled to the rim. From four to six people in a cell. The deeper they went, the fewer the prisoners.
Even so, all of the cells were filled to the rim. So far.
"This is the last. . ." Ike muttered, pointing ahead. The last cell was near the pits of an opened sewer pipe.
"Ima bet my left nut sack it's empty." Richter grinned, walking ahead of Ike.
Richter made it to the cell and turned to see. . . a man. Just one, familiar-looking man.
Richter made slight eye contact with the prisoner before turning around in a fast motion.
"Yeah, that cell is SUPER full!" Richter gritted his teeth into a smile.
"Yeah, I'm not buying that. Either you really wanna cut that left nut sack or you're scared of spiders. Who's in there?" Ike grew curious from Richter's reaction, taking a look at the cell.
Instant regrets started to burst in once eye contact was made.
The long silver hair, the dark eyes, and the odd pink jumpsuit showed he was also a prisoner. Unlike the other prisoners, he had chains on his ankles and wrists.
"You're welcome to join me if you like."
"SEPHIROTH?!"Ike screamed while trying to keep a straight face. The sweat and his shaking hands contradicted him otherwise.
"No wonder you're so unpopular! N-nobody wants to share a cell with you! A cold-blooded killer!" Richter also showed fear in his eyes.
"Yoyoyo! Shut up! Did you forget we fought this guy and barely got out of it alive?!" Ike whispered at Richter, glaring at him.
"Nonono, this Sephiroth is our Sephiroth! Not that demonic, Satanic Sephiroth from the other world!"
"How do you know my name?" Sephiroth got up from his position, flipping his bangs that got in the way of his eyes.
Richter was left mesmerized by his dark beauty. "Ike's gonna be offended by your looks."
"Are you calling me ugly?" Ike asked, giving a bombastic side-eye.
Richter lifted his hands. "You said it, not me."
"Answer the question," Sephiroth said.
"Uh. . . Well. . ."
Sephiroth sighed with a half smile. "Relax. That is what I wanted to say, but I don't remember anything since I got here. If that's my name, I take it we were acquainted?"
"That's right."
"You couldn't be any further from the truth,"
Richter answered yes and Ike answered no. The two of them looked at each other from their different answers.
"I see. . . By the entrance of your reactions, I take it I wasn't friendly. The prisoners call me Montero, but Sephiroth seems to fit my identity." Sephiroth nodded to himself. "Yes, indeed."
(oOoOoOo)
It was better than being in a cell with six people. Ike and Richter settled for Sephiroth, now sitting across from him. He didn't seem like a threat.
"It's often quiet being by myself. I'm pleased to have two fine individuals." Sephiroth said, starting a conversation.
"I thought you would have roommates," Ike said, noticing.
Sephiroth shrugged, turning his head to the wall. "That's what I thought. I tend to wake up covered in blood, not recalling anything that happened last night."
"Red flag, check," Richter said.
"Being here was a red flag, to begin with," Ike said.
It was quiet for a bit, and Ike used the silence to check his neckband he never noticed. "You're Fresh Meat. So I'd take you weren't interested in the dick-sucking rehab sessions?"
"The only thing I'll ever suck is the life force of the planet."
"Um. . . Major pause or. . . what?" Ike sweatdropped, glancing back at Richter.
Sephiroth shook his head and groaned, touching his head. "Strange, why did I say that? I apologize. What I meant to say is that I'm not one of those queers."
"Heh. . . hehehe. . . You jokester." Richter let out an awkward laugh. He got back on his feet, dragging Ike's shirt by the collar. "Can you. . . uh, give us some time to ourselves? We need to have a quick meeting."
"What meeting?" Ike muttered, not minding the dragging.
Richter leaned in close to his ear with a bright smile."Anything to get out of this fucking situation you fucking retard~! Can't you catch my drift?"
(oOoOoOo)
Outside of the cell, they stood a measurable distance just in case Sephiroth was to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Once we hit the nighttime, I'm gonna walk and pray all night, so you can test the waters and sleep with that fake-ass saint. Nu-uh, no way I'm dying in my sleep." Richter sped walk himself as far as he could go, as Ike chased him behind.
"No way you're leaving me with that- -that ticking amnesia bomb!"
"Yes, I am!"
"No, you're not!"
"Yes, I am!"
"You know what-" Ike groaned, rubbing his hair in frustration. "-this whole place, the stench, the zombie-looking ass people, Sephiroth. Does he really not remember who he is? Or is it some kind of trap?"
Richter stopped, crossing his arms, and huffed out a sigh. "Well, he spared our asses while we were at his cell, so it is a high possibility. For now, let's find a cell that isn't filled-"
"We literally checked all of the cells."
"You is right." Richter glanced back for a bit to where Sephiroth's cell was located. "I wish you God's angels to watch over you, but we don't have a choice. He is straight so that saves our assholes. For your sake, I'll sleep with one eye open."
(oOoOoOo)
10:00 P.M.
Throughout the day, Richter and Ike explored as much of the un-Pretty Pink Room. The common events were brawls which were normal for many prisons, but then it was just as common for the prisoners to be a victim of sexual assault.
The only difference that would drive any prisoner insane was the lack of space and the little food. Privacy was thrown out the window. Food was a battlefield and it would come at appointed times. No guards meant no rules.
They were able to meet a prisoner that was still sane and had been stuck in the Pretty Pink Room for a year.
"Once the night falls and everyone is asleep. I'd start hiding if I were you. . ." Prisoner Number 6988 grumbled, sitting in a small and wet corner where the mice and roaches crawled. Bruised and bloodied from head to toe, as if a tornado ran him over.
"Why is that?" Ike stood on his feet, only to stare down at Number 6988. Richter stood beside Ike, also listening.
Number 6988 chuckled. "When it hits midnight, all of the cells get unlocked. People can kill you in your sleep and you wouldn't even know until you're gone. And watch out for Montero. . ."
". . . Montero?" Richter took a step towards Number 6988.
Number 6988 nodded. "Tall, good-looking man with long silver hair. I don't know how long he's been here, but he's here not as prey, but as. . . a predator."
"Something a Sephiroth would do."
"I heard rumors about his lock up," Ike said. "1st-degree murder, arson. . ."
"Who knows." Number 6988 said. "I heard an even crazier rumor about Montero. For some reason, your life here is execution and Papi gave Montero the role of the executioner even though he's a prisoner among us. But for certain. . ." Number 6988 gulped and hugged his body. "Every night, someone gets cut up by a knife or. . . a blade. They're either dead or barely alive."
"Sword. . . It has to be a sword." Ike murmured.
Number 6988 continued to chuckle. "Well, I hope you guys can survive this hell because today will be my last day here. . ."
Richter scoffed. "We fought him once. We'll be fine- -no, I'll be fine."
"Hahaha. . . Good luck with that confidence."
The conversation wrapped up and then they headed back to the sewer cells. Ike was the first to head back to the cells but stopped his feet when he noticed their cell was empty.
"He's not here. . ." Ike sweatdropped.
"Maybe he went to piss." Richter yawned, passing by the mercenary.
"H-heeh. . . hahaha. . . Yeah." Ike stuttered out a laugh. He clenched his jumpsuit where his heart was located and took in a deep breath. "I wished that dude was in one place where I could see him. . ."
"Aight, let's stay up all night, then!" Richter flopped his body on the icy cold floor.
"What better way to fight insomnia-"
A few hours later
"Ike. . .! Wake up. . .!"
Ike fluttered his eyes open, seeing long strands of pink hair brushing against his cheeks.
Her hand rocked his body until Ike forced himself to lift back till he was sitting up from his cold sheets.
His eyes widened for a bit. "Makato? How did you get here. . .?"
Makato. She was normal but had tears running down her face. Regardless of his awareness, she continued to shake him, holding onto his arm. "Please, you must wake up or he'll kill you! I'm sorry. . . For everything. I don't care if you hate me, but please. . . wake up!"
"Wake up?" Ike blinked a few times and checked the space around him. Richter and Sephiroth weren't there and Makato appeared in his jail cell.
Oh shit.
This had to be a dream.
This wasn't the plan for Ike to drop dead asleep. And didn't Richter say he would stay awake?! Let alone sleep with one eye open?! Richter should have woken him up a while back! Unless that idiot fell asleep.
Shit.
This wasn't good.
"Thanks. . ." Ike took her hand that shook his shoulder and set it on her lap.
Makato gazed into his eyes. "I'm grateful-"
"Gah!" His dream came to an erupt end from the sharp pain striking his stomach. Ike shot his eyes open and subconsciously gripped the blade that struck him. Cold and wet the blood oozed out as his breathing thickened.
His eyes wandered up to the silver hair that touched his cheeks.
Richter beside him was in deep sleep throughout the sudden attack from their roommate. That fucking idiot did snooze out!
Sephiroth smirked. "Oh, you're awake? You're just in time for the grand opening. Welcome to the Predator-Prey Room."
"F-fucking. . . Montero. . ." Ike couldn't help but smirk.
