Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu glared at his phone. He reread the conversation between him and his friends.

Ibuki: Hey guys! Ibuki's throwing a party!

Kazuichi: Hell yeah!

Akane: Alright! There's gonna be food, right?

Ibuki: Yeah! And Ibuki's gonna play her favorite songs! You gotta wear costumes too.

                         Fuyuhiko: Hell no!

Ibuki: It'll be fun Fuyuhiko chan!

Hajime: Don't be such a party pooper.

                     Fuyuhiko: The fuck?!

Peko: Young Master, you need to spend more time with your friends.

                                    Fuyuhiko: ...

Chiaki: Please Fuyuhiko?

Kazuichi: C'mon Fuyuhiko!

                           Fuyuhiko: ... fine.

Mahiru: I'll bring my camera!

Nagito: See you guys there then.

Fuyuhiko sighed and fell back onto his bed. "Why did I agree to go?" Fuyuhiko muttered. He got up and shifted through his clothes, finally finding something to be called a costume. He was wearing his suit with blonde cat ears, a blonde cat tail, and a black collar.

"This better be fucking worth it." Fuyuhiko muttered. He walked outside and started heading to Ibuki's house. A cold breeze hit his back. He shivered and pulled his jacket tighter. "Hey blondie." A voice whispered. Fuyuhiko froze and glanced nervously over his shoulder. He couldn't see anyone around.

Fuyuhiko picked up his pace, his eyes darting around and a hand on his gun. He heard the voice again, following him this time. "Leave me the fuck alone!" Fuyuhiko yelled over his shoulder, breaking into a run. Suddenly his tail was yanked and he fell. Someone covered his mouth with a cloth and his eyes widened. Fuck! He thought as his vision blurred and then he slipped away into darkness.

Fuyuhiko groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He was in a dark damp room. Fuyuhiko tried to sit up but found his wrists and ankles tied down. "W-what the hell?" Fuyuhiko asked. His head was spinning as he tried to remember what happened. He remembered getting a costume on and heading to Ibuki's house. Then... Fuyuhiko started to struggle.

"Let me out of this fucking place!" Fuyuhiko yelled. No response. He stopped moving as he heard a faint clicking sound. A door opened casting a rectangle of light on him. Someone walked in and closed the door then walked over to Fuyuhiko. They pushed back his sleeves and pulled out something from their pocket.

Fuyuhiko noticed it was a pocket knife. They pressed the tip to his arm between his elbow and wrist. With a quick flick of their wrist they cut his arm. Fuyuhiko made a fist but didn't say anything. They moved the blade further down his arm, towards his wrist. Without a word, they plunged the knife into his arm.

Fuyuhiko felt a shooting pain and screams, unable to hold it back. "Describe how that feels..." The person said in a deep voice. Fuyuhiko's eyes watered and he clenched his teeth. "L-like a fucking feather" Fuyuhiko growled sarcastically. The man twisted the knife, making Fuyuhiko scream louder. Blood trickled down his arm and soaked into his shirt.

His head swam and spots danced before his eyes. The pain was unbearable, yet he asked the question again. "Describe how that feels..." Fuyuhiko wanted to stick the knife in his arm and scream the same question at him. Fuyuhiko screamed as he pushed the knife in deeper. More blood spilled down his arm as he screamed in pain. The man finally pulled the knife out and walked away without a word.

Fuyuhiko cursed as the pain slowly went away. Blood trickled down his arm from the wounds. He was breathing heavily and his throat was sore from screaming so much. "How the hell did I wind up in this situation..." Fuyuhiko muttered. He thought about his friends at the party. Are they worried about him? Are they looking for him? But, was anyone else kidnapped? Are they being tortured like he was? Was it Hiyoko? Byakuya? Sonia? Perhaps Kazuichi? Fuyuhiko's heart stopped at that. There is no way they could've captured Kazuichi! No way!

Fuyuhiko felt his eyes being weighed down by sleep. He fought to stay awake but failed as he slowly started to drift off. Kazuichi... Please be ok... Fuyuhiko thought as he fell asleep. He woke up to a piercing pain in his side. His eyes shot open and he screamed. He saw the man standing there again.

Fuyuhiko's shirt was open and the knife was pressed in his side. Fuyuhiko pulled against his restraints to no avail. The man pushed on the knife. "Describe the pain..." The man growled. "FUCKING STOP IT!" Fuyuhiko screamed. The man pulled out the knife and left.

Fuyuhiko felt the blood trail down his side. His chest rose and fell as he gasped for air. The metallic smell of blood filled the air. His eyes watered then the tears streamed down his cheeks. Fuyuhiko started to cry, not because he was afraid of dying, but because he knew he'd never see his friends again.

Fuyuhiko pulled gently with his good arm and found the rope was a little loose. An idea started to form as he continued pulling, but with more force. I'll see you again. All of you!