[y/n]'s heart pounded heavy inside her chest. Her legs slightly trembled, sweat formed on her skin. In the next few seconds she might gain the opportunity to flee. Scraps and pictures of ideas and plans flashed through her mind, thoughts about the anticipated instant where she set her feet on the outside, but were swept away by the strong excitement. Mentally, the female prepared her body for whatever might await her in the key moment- like a sudden sprint or a serious fight. She glanced at the male next to her, who pulled her with him, his arms around her body, his eyes glued to the nearing double door with determination and concern. If it came to a run, she might be at a possible disadvantage, recalling the certain night with the proof of the whitehead's rapidity and stamina. But the wood of the bat had a cooling effect on her skin, as if it meant to comfort her. Subconsciously, her hand travelled to the hidden weapon, ready to pull it if necessary. Finally Shiro pressed down the golden handle, pushing his side against the wood to open the heavy door wider. She stumbled into the wide room, still coughing, and immediately started to scan the area. She eventually spotted a small door between the mighty bookshelves to her right, almost vanishing next to the giant constructions. It was plain and small enough to remain unnoticed if one was not specifically looking for it. Nevertheless, the male went in the opposite direction, towards Katsuro's giant desk. But a meter before, he suddenly stopped.

"[y/n], I..." His posture was stiff, his arms cramped. He didn't turn around as he spoke. "I' m sorry, but I can't. I can't do this without his permission, what if he..." His hands clenched to fists, his head sunk lower. However, the female wasn't even listening anymore. The whitehead didn't notice how she already sneaked up to the foreign door.

Only inches separated [y/n]'s quivering fingers from the handle- As a larger, stronger hand came out of nowhere and grabbed her wrist. The rough force that locked her arm caused the startled girl to let out a high- pitched squeak of pain. Tears shot up as the ache aggravated; her bone close to burst under the heavy pressure. Struggling against the unreleasable grip, she swiftly turned to face the thuggish attacker.

Two flame- colored orbs stared down at her. Never had she thought such warm colors could hold such coldness. Akito's expression was blank yet unbelievable intimidating. Shivers ran down her spine, her vision became blurry by her tears.

"Where you think you're goin'? You're not done cleaning yet." With these words from a monotone, lifeless voice her arms were forced into a potent, hurting wristlock. The redhead shoved her towards the office's exit. Away from the only chance to escape. She started to wriggle and squirm, trying to free her upper body, but none of her movements took effect.
Shiro watched the scene with wide eyes and an opened mouth. "A- Akito, what are you doin'..." His vocals were weak. As the addressed male and the captive went out of sight, he stumbled after them. "W-Wait! She is sick, we should..."

At that point the redhead had already opened the door to the arsenal. [y/n] was pushed inside and landed with her face downwards on the mats, she didn't even have the chance to get up, her whole body was pressed on the ground.
"Let go of me!" Still, she kept squirming and yelling.

"Nice try. But I'm sorry: Isamu already warned me about your theatrical skills."

"[y/n], what does he mean?"

On the corner of her eye, she saw the house member's silver locks.

"She isn't allergic at all, you idiot! You fell for her little tricks, you naïve...." Akito's words went from an agitated shout to a low hiss as he continued. "...I don't get how Katsuro has so much faith in you. Now leave. Close the door."

Quiet but hesitant, the addressed male parted. The shut of the door triggered stronger anxiety inside the female. Her mind overflew with scenarios of the redhead's next intentions. But then, the weight on her back disappeared. [y/n] jumped on her feet, her body ready to attack. But the male was just gazing at her, neither expectantly nor unprepared. He showed no signs to make a move. Some seconds grew into minutes; the girl's body was tensed while the boy's posture showed nonchalance.

"Listen, brat" He eventually spoke up. "I won't tell Katsuro about this if you keep your little mouth shut now and simply behave for the rest of the night."

[y/n] stared at him without the slightest change of countenance, yet her brain analyzed the message of the boy's offer. An image of the blond, his face crossed by a provoking smirk, popped in her mind and sent feelings of high discomfort through her. Especially by imagining consequences of Katsuro's intervention. Akito did a step closer, making the female immediately backing away. The boy seemed to interpret her silence as incomprehension or unawareness and kept approaching her form. The fleeing- space shrinked.
"So tell me, [y/n]" He finally stopped. "After all, you wanna make it out of here alive and unharmed" A smile crept on his lips, "...right?"

She gulped. Even though the exact consequences were unknown to her, [y/n] knew that the warning of his affronting question was more than just an empty threat. And the scenarios it triggered where everything else than far from the truth. Her attempts of escaping had been interrupted one more time, which only proofed that she needed more knowledge and a clearer plan just as the necessary preparation if she wanted to make it past the five males. Knowing it was only her pride that tried to hold her back from accepting the boy's suggestion, she barely noticeable nodded.

As if someone had actuated a switch, Akito's expression turned back into annoyance and boredom. "Fine. Then I suggest you to obediently go in your room now".

The two individuals exchanged some more daring glares until the girl eventually moved towards the exit. The redhead remained where he stood and in the second she passed by, every hair on her body upraised while an invisible friction seemed to electrize the air between the both of them. He joined her track right behind her, his close presence pushing her in further unease. Yet again, she became aware of the wooden weapon pressing on her skin with every step she took. [y/n]'s [e/c] orbs twitched from side to side as calculations and possibilities ran through her mind. Only one quick movement. The other member in the basement might not even notice it. And the door she needed to pass through was now right in front of her. Nevertheless, her logical thought and intuition begged her to keep her hands away from the baton.

If I use it know and mess up, it will aggravate this trouble on every level...

She took a deep breath to calm her body, especially her fingers and turned around the corner towards the living room. Her eyes shortly glanced at the third person in the chilling area, who returned her look with a gloomy cover on his face but turned his back on her in the same second. The iron door flung open and the female was pushed inside.

Anyway, she couldn't explain the unexpected feeling of satisfaction, along with a bright spark of volition that suddenly relaxed yet invigorated her form.

"Grandpa! Who are all those people? Is it really the police?" The little girl grabbed onto the old man's shirt, tugging on it to attract the family member's attention. Caught up in observing the commotion in his house the male didn't even notice the presence of his granddaughter.
As he saw her puffy eyes, the fresh tears on her chubby cheeks and the expression of pure dread and bewilderment, he quickly faked a soft smile. "My angel, what are you doing here?" He reached out his hands to lift the small human up. "Didn't I tell you to stay with granny?"

The girl sobbed but didn't listen to him. She was too distracted by the turmoil and tilted her head to all sides to follow the movements of the unknown men that were running past her. There were so many strangers she couldn't even count, yet they all looked the same with their alien and daunting thick clothing that surrounded their bodies like armors; along with the heavy helmets and masks that covered even the slightest part of their faces, leaving them unrecognizable and unidentifiable. The little female could neither comprehend their emergence nor their intentions. Anyway, the strangers kept running around the house, roaming through their stuff with impatience and unkindness the child had never experienced before: From the very top to the very bottom of the building they opened every single kind of cupboards, wardrobes and drawers, their content indifferently scattered on the ground. "Grandpa, I'm afraid... I wanna go to mommy..."

A weak and gentle knock caused [y/n] to lead her gaze from the ceiling to the door. But suddenly, the entrance was opened with such speed and force that the startled female winced and jumped up from the mattress. Shiro appeared in the threshold. His mien was unreadable. A shadow lay on his eyes, covering whatever his silver orbs wanted to express. The girl blinked in confusion but quickly pushed the male's weird look on her imagination as he friendly grinned at her.

"Come [y/n], it's time to make dinner" Even though his voice sounded completely normal, it somehow hang heavy in the air.

The both of them stood side by side at the counter, chopping onions, leek and other vegetables in silence. The only sounds that filled the room were the boiling of water and clattering of dishes. The situation itself was pretty much the same like hours ago- Just that the atmosphere wasn't comparable. Shiro's taciturnity and indifferent expression somehow irritated her. He didn't even give her any instructions for the cooking, leaving the girl with simply copying his activities to not make the circumstances even more awkward. Anyway, Akito did his best to aggravate the discomfort in the kitchen. Instead of entertaining himself with any kind of business or helping the two cooks, he leaned against the wall right behind her and glared daggers in her back. [y/n] suppressed the sixth sigh of stress and annoyance in the past thirty minutes. She sensed the redhead's gaze piercing through her, following the slightest of her movements. Whenever she placed the unusual blunt knife aside or repossessed it, she noticed the boy behind her shifting his feet. From the corner of her eye, she surveyed the two males around her, but could only shake her head in incomprehension.

I know they mistrust me as much as I mistrust them, but this is ridiculous... Are they acting like this because of what happened earlier? They didn't seriously expect me to do nothing and simply sit around here unresistingly, did they...? 

"Oww!" The girl lost grip of the kitchen tool, rather said threw it away, and hastily shook her hand as if she just had touched the activated hotplate. "Oh damnit..." She continued her cursing mentally as she intuitively put her thumb in her mouth, sucking on the fresh wound to mitigate the pain.

"...What happened?" Shiro's voice sounded far more surprised than his face showed. [y/n] took her hand from her lips: A clear, deep cut crossed her fingertip; blood welled through the skin, forming little red spheres before dripping to the floor. For an injury this small it smarted pretty meanly. The white haired boy kept his gaze on the girl's thumb for a short moment before he turned his head in a quick move. For the split of a second the female thought to see a touch of pain on his face. However, the thought vanished as he turned his eyes back to her with a gentle smile. "Wait a second, I'll get you a plaster." He departed from the area with hurrying steps, leaving her alone with the leery male.

The ticking of the kitchen clock had an oppressive effect on the already unpleasant stillness. [y/n] glanced over to the redhead- Their eyes met. Akito still leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his red- orange orbs staring down at her. "...Clumsy brat." He eventually broke the eye contact. "Go wash it, you're dirtying the floor."

...Am I not the one to clean it anyway? By now, the blood had made its way all around her hand, drawing a red, irregular but somehow pretty pattern on the [s/c] skin. The [h/c] haired female stepped to the sink, letting the water cool and clean the wound. Still, the male's focus fixed the back of her head. Shiro surely took his time. The two individuals slightly winced as a loud and heavy rumbling came from the corridor, mixed with sounds of crumbling wood and the breaking of glass.

"...Found one!" The whitehead's voice echoed from behind the corner before his body followed. [y/n] grabbed a cloth to dry her hand and held it out to the boy to give her the patch; however, Shiro ignored her and heedfully took her injured finger.

"Shiro, I can do that on my own..."

But the male proceeded with the treatment and carefully wrapped the plaster around her thumb. As he finished he grinned at her.

Akito had dedicated himself to the digital world of videogames again, while the silverhead sat next to him and commented every single one his actions and choices, obviously strongly entertained by challenging the redhead's temper. [y/n] stood in the center of the room without any plan or purpose. Dinner was ready, the table was set, they actually only waited for the rest of the household to appear. The idea of the night's ending pleased the her- She felt the exhaustion, physically plus mentally, in every part of her body. Yet again, like whenever the loss of distraction and upcoming of unused time caused the thoughts in the back of her mind to become louder and forced her to reflect, the stress pressed on her form like a blanket of stone. Of course, to stay in the cubicle was hard to endure since the small, dusty quarters with its heavy, locked iron door was a total embodiment and symbol for the meaning of captivity itself; but at least it separated her from the captors personally and promised some lonesome for her to order her mind. The girl's gaze strayed around the area without a certain purpose, maybe in the hope of finding some kind of amusement or activity. Her eyes wandered back to the two individuals who appeared to be caught up in the colorful, unrealistic pictures on the screen along with useless complaints and half- serious insult they threw at each over. Their conversation had reached a level of loudness and intensity that [y/n] doubted they were still fully aware of the events in their surroundings. With inconspicuous moves and minimal volume she made her way towards the connected corridor. Leaving the living room without any reaction from its residents, she unintentionally continued her journey to a certain wooden door.

Things could be so easy. Internally praying that the males kept their focus on the electronic entertainment, [y/n] accelerated her steps. The girl didn't even mean to start this action, it was almost like her body moved on its own. With each inch she managed to come closer to the blond's office, the feeling of panic and excitement rose, fearing that her watchers might take notice of her sudden absence. She threw one last glance over her shoulder before turning around the corner- And was surprised by an unforeseen resistance.

The repulsion chocked off her momentum, sweeping her off her feet. In the first moment of her irritation the girl thought a miscalculation of speed and orientation had caused her to run against the wall- But that moment faded quickly as her eyes stopped on a pair of dark leather boots, standing in front of her. Her orbs trailed further up, over the black trousers, the white tie and the onyx suit coat, and finally rested on a cyan eyed face. "Y- Yasu. Man, you've startled me..." [y/n] put on a sly smile, mentally cursing the newcomer's appearance.
The bluehead neither answered nor showed any other kind of reaction. But he reached out his hand for her. After examining it for a second she returned the gesture and let the boy help her up.

"...Are you looking for something?" Yasu tilted his head to the side.

"Well, I was just..." The female's mind began to ratter, hastily searching for scraps of ideas to get her out of this uncomfortable and suspicious situation. Her focus roamed the surrounding, to avert the male's demanding stare. Just then, she spotted the end of thin and elongated plastic object sticking out of the boy's back pocket. "...Pens. I was looking for pens. I wanted to draw something you know, and Shiro told me to get some pens from the office." At the same time she internally asked herself why the male was in need of carrying a ballpen with him, together with hoping he wouldn't bring up her explanation in front of the mentioned whitehead. Yasu returned the look in the [e/c], innocent smiling orbs. [y/n] couldn't say if the male's lack of responding was because of indifference or simply because he didn't believe a single word of hers. However that be, she preferred the first option. His gaze pierced in her eyes, making her feel like he would read her mind to check the truth behind her answer. Eventually, Yasu directed his eyes to the wall and brought his hand to the back of his pants.

"...Here. Is this one okay as well?"

The girl glanced at the writing utensil the boy held out to her. "Y-Yeah thank you, but actually... I need some more. Shiro wanted to draw too, you know." Yet again, [y/n] flashed him her most sweet- natured grin, even though the male didn't look at her. "But you  know what, dinner is ready! The others are already waiting, you should go ahead before it gets cold." With two big, shuffling paces, she stepped past the bluehead, who trailed her motions with his sky- blue orbs. The girl now turned his back on him, approaching the double door. She hoped the individual was following her advice; however, to her misfortune, he didn't move an inch. [y/n] narrowed her eyes. But the cold metal of the golden handle sent an encouraging sensation to her fingertips, through her arm and down her spine. In the moment she pressed it down, the girl let out a surprised gasp as her body suddenly made a rearward movement, instead of going forwards like she meant her legs to do. With a dash she stumbled backwards, her fingers slipped from the shining gold and her back hit against someone's torso. With a frown she looked up at her interrupter's face.

Yasu's facial expression was impassive- But something sparkled deep in his gaze, something daring and warning yet not threatening, something that caused the captive's muscles to stiffen. The air around them thickened. All of a sudden, the male's hand locked around the her wrist. "I don't want your food to go cold as well." With a firm but at least not hurting grip on her arm the boy started walking, pulling her with him.

[y/n] glared daggers in the cyan back of his head. What's with his sudden showing up everywhere!? 

"Yasu...? Welcome back!" Shiro switched his attention from the monitor to the two individuals that entered the living area. His look changed from surprise about the house member's unheralded arrival to slight puzzlement about the girl that wriggled her hand out of his fingers. Yasu finally chose to release her and [y/n] quickly yanked her arm away with a grunt, shooting one more scowl at the bluehead.

"Well, let's start eating then, I'm starving" Following Shiro's demand the other two boys in the room started to approach the dinner table, leaving the now irritated female behind. Her eyes roamed the quarters, checking if she had missed the emergence of the remaining two other members of the household. Yesterday, Isamu had waited to declare the meal's beginning until every resident had appeared in the building, that's why she had assumed this procedure to be a usual manner of the males' living community. However, neither the blonde nor the ravenhead crossed her view. Since [y/n] was neither further interested in the circumstances nor did they displease her, she simply shrugged it off and cumbersomely joined the others.

The eating passed without any word leaving the girl's lips. The content of the discussions and conversational topics at the table didn't make any sense to her; and even if so, she wouldn't realize it since she wasn't listening or interested in socializing in any way. Her mental absence caused her to mitigate any impressions of her surrounding: The snatches of talk hushed down to subdued background noises and the nagging hunger became nothing more than a small pricking in her abdominal zone. A light shaking of her shoulder eventually popped her bubble of isolation. Startled, she looked for the source of disturbance and found a pale, hazy blue eyed face softly smiling down at her. To her astonishment, [y/n] ascertained that the other two individuals had already left the area. The plate of sticky noodle- mixture in front of her was half emptied, even though the female couldn't remember to had taken a single bite.

"Come on [y/n], it's time for bed". Shiro guided her to the prepared quarters and flashed her one last weak smile.

This time, [y/n] didn't feel the need to struggle against. The metallic echo in the darkness didn't frighten her.

Because now, she had a plan.