Abruptly, the boy's eyelids opened wide.

Each heavy bang that boomed through the quarters made him jerk; his still sleeping muscles stiffened and relaxed to the rhythm of the alien, loud noise. It took him a few seconds until the rest of his mind followed the wake part of his consciousness before he was able to recall the location, time and meaning of his current condition. The information his ears delivered in high alertness finally was processed by his brain, making him aware of the disturbance in his surroundings. Audible that the thud, the reason for the interruption of his sleep, was muffled by the walls of his room, he realized that its source laid somewhere outside of his private domain. Now wide awake, Shiro threw the baby blue blanket aside and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. With still wobbly legs and a by grit restricted sight he approached the door while the metallic, noisy hammering continued to echo through the building. Its volume increased as the boy left his chambers and stepped out in the cold, twilit and deserted corridor. Following the lead of his hearing he ended up in front of the iron door in the living room, the last barrier between him and the cause of his rude awakening. By now, due to the evenness of rhythm, pitch and force, the silverhead had made the appalling noise out to be a knock from the small quarters' inside. Shiro sighed. Annoyed and irritated by the turmoil the cubicle's resident induced at this early hour he eventually opened the door, determined to silence the inconvenience before it would cause the same unpleasant effect on the other members of the household.

[y/n] stumbled back as the surface under her hand suddenly disappeared, startled that the door began to move, even thought it was the anticipated aim of her action. The girl's physical and mental condition was in a high alerted, tensed state. She neither knew the consequences nor the exact impact of her acting. But she felt prepared, ready to prove her volition and most of all, she was full of resolution. The female gulped as her gaze travelled up the form that emerged at the threshold, excited whom of the males she had to face.

Shiro eyed her with a stern expression, a wrinkle on his forehead while his lips distorted to a thin line. The wan light from the narrow room was swallowed up by the darkness of the hallway, creating an irreal pattern of shadows on and around the boy. [y/n] quickly forced her body in an upright posture and returned his empty yet piercing stare. None of them were deterred by the provocative silence that thickened the air as the both of individuals expected each other to dare the first move. The whitehead's displeasure grew into an inciting impatience with each passing second the girl kept her mouth shut. He awaited an apologetic explanation for the commotion that interrupted his precious sleep- The fact that the female stayed silent whereas she was the person responsible for the din, slowly began to infuriate him. [y/n] however tensely waited for the visitor's reaction before she could feel ready to reveal her purpose. As Shiro sensed the silentness slowly taking away the seriousness of the situation and started to make the scene appear more and more ridiculous, he finally gave up with a shaking exhale. The frown was replaced by a crooked smile.

"[y/n]... what's this about? You need somethin'?"

She blinked before she faked a lopsided sneer as well and scratched the back of her head. "Yeah, actually... I need to pee. Urgently."

The whitehead knited his brows while his grin lost its cheesiness. How the female stood there, her hands clutching the oversized shirt, the [h/c] hair in messy loose strands, awkwardly shifting from one naked foot to the other, made her appear like an abandoned, lost little child. Something inside the boy change. All the peevedness vanished- It was replaced by an unforeseen, unfamiliar kind of warmth which started to fill his chest area. But the sudden emergence of the unacquainted sensation made him feel uncomfortable, so he quickly pushed the strange feeling aside. He took his eyes of her and ran his fingers through the locks of his silver hair. "Well then..."

Wordlessly, the silence in the hallway comforting yet unsettling, [y/n] let the male guide her to the bathroom. She entered the area and closed the door behind her, knowing the boy leaned against the wall outside and waited for her to finish her business. By now, she had reached the point of no return.

Her fingers started to quiver, followed by her knees and legs as she recalled the next step of her project. The girl breathed deeply, inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm herself to keep a clear mind. By the moment Shiro had opened the door to the quarters that held the secretly excited captive, fear and nervousness had risen with each taken stride. [y/n] had perused and repeated this scenario uncountable times in the last few hours; but now as her plan actually was about to start, all the suppressed doubts and anxieties threatened to take over. Her hand slid down her side to the hidden weapon. Her fingers clutched the small item tightly, glad about its firmness since any other kind of wood might have burst by now, considering the pressure the female exerted with her grasp. The girl took one last extensive breath before she flushed the toilet dissemblingly and positioned herself next to the doorframe.

Shiro was caught up deeply in philosophizing about the mysteries of girls and the necessity of their long-term bathroom trips as the female's voice reached his ears.

"Shiro, is something wrong with the sink?"

The addressed male furrowed his brows. "What yah mean?"
He rubbed over his tired eyes. All he wanted was to crawl back underneath his soft, warm and smelly bedspread.

"The tap. There's no water coming out. I think it's broken."

The boy groaned and threw his head back against the mural. "[y/n]... Just leave it for now, you'll survive it..."

A displeased sound followed as answer. "Eww, that's gross! After all it's the toilet bowl of five strange gangster- guys that I've just used!"

Shiro let out another quiet grumble as he pushed himself off the cold surface and morosely approximated the door. "All right, let me in..." He pressed down the handle and entered the bath. The boy was confused as the girl didn't appear in his view- But the even bigger surprise of a dull pain that spread from his occiput through his whole skull wasn't even perceptible anymore. His brain faded out anything of his surrounding and lost control over his body.

[y/n] watched the male's numb form slumping down and hitting the ground. Cold sweat ran down her face and back, her unsteady heartbeat normalized at the time the boy's extremities lost their vivacity. Exhaling the stress, she swept the perspiration from her forehead and relaxed her posture. But there was no time for enjoying the relief or celebrating the success. Swiftly, the girl leveled down to the passed out person, stroke the strands of silver- white hair off his face and lifted his closed eyelid. Shiro's gaze was glassy and directed somewhere into the nothingness, yet his dull silver eyes weren't rolled in the back of his head. A bad sign for the female, since it meant her strike wasn't as effective as hoped and the individual could regain consciousness anytime soon. Willing not to lose any more second of her precious time [y/n] jumped up, left the motionless resident behind on the cool tiles and sprinted towards the desired destination. 

In front of the large entrance to a certain office she brought herself to a sudden stop. The mental stress caused a slowly sensible exhaustion for her body as well. The girl granted herself a brief moment to calm her uneven pants before she dared a glance over her shoulder. But there was nothing else than the shadowy half- darkness itself.

Forcing down the lump in her throat, she turned her focus back on the double door. The navy gleam made the dark ebony barrier appear even more daunting, even more superior, even more mysterious. [y/n] finger's travelled down the wood to the cold metal of the handle, her sweat shimmered on the gold. She took the last, deep inhale and held her breath as the doors began to part slightly. Creating only a small, barely noticeable gap, she stopped to eavesdrop one more time. But not the slightest noise ventured to interrupt the silence from within or outside the quarters. Gaining the needed assurance from the stillness, the girl opened the entrance further, risking a glance inside. The same midnight- blue sourceless illumination dived the room in shady twilight, weakly outlining the silhouettes of the furniture. Excitement, fear and determination fought a battle for dominance inside of [y/n] who finally fully passed the threshold now. Her eyes strayed through the working area. Most of its content was hidden by the pitch- black eternal nothingness of sinister shadows, resembling monster- like creatures whose shapeless forms swallowed anything in their range. The female rubbed over her arms and shoulders to wipe off the bloodcurdling sensation of anxiety that sneaked up her lower back. She turned herself in the direction where she remembered the unknown exit to be, gradually approaching it with creeping, watchful steps. The door itself merged with the darkness of the surrounding; nevertheless a faint, hesitant shimmer lay on its handle as if it had the purpose to lead the way for the girl's trembling fingers. Biting her lips, stiffening her posture, she positioned her palm on the metal. The moment her skin made contact with the knob, a wave of fiery incentive and thrilling anticipation electrified her fingertips.

But before she could even press it down, a black clothed hand placed itself on hers.

The shriek of surprise and pure fright built up from deep inside her gut, rolled up her throat with a paining, corrosive sensation. Her whole body froze in place, paralyzed by trepidation- not letting the slightest noise, not even a gasp leave the girl's lips. Her eyes, widened with shock, were glued to the slender fingers that bore into the gap between her owns, closing around them little by little. Every single tiny hair on her body rose as she sensed the presence only inches behind her. So close the girl could feel its body heat. She was trapped on the spot. A warm whiff hit her outer ear, made her wince.

"I'm quite sure you have no idea what happens if you dare to open that door, my dear~" The low, husky voice traced her skin, caused her to tremble from within and without.

The scream was still stuck in her throat, slowly suffocating her before she finally regained the control to gulp it down. The hand on her own now gingerly loosened her fingers from the handle and the girl could do nothing but watch how her stiff yet numb arm was guided away from the highly coveted object and firmly hold at her side.

"So tell me, [y/n]" The person's face moved even closer, she could perceive the slight, barely- there distance. "How comes you grace me with your presence at this hour?"

Now eventually, the captive freed herself from the individual's grasp and spun around to face the interferer. Narrowed lime green eyes intensively focused on her, almost glowing a hint too bright considering the gloom around. Surreal light- and shade reflexes emphasized Katsuro's daunting expression. The female's orbs lingered on his for a second, before they immediately started to search and scan the area that wasn't covered by his form for hints and chances to escape from the frustrating situation- But what she spotted a few meters behind him made her heart miss a beat. The half of a visage was highlighted by the pale blue lighting, a strong contrast to the blackness that dispersed the rest of the person's body. The face appeared like an incomplete, white porcelain mask that floated in the air, smooth and softly gleaming with deformed outlines and a dark spot on eye level that was intently directed towards her. The circumstances more and more approximated those of a horror movie- Bad luck for the cornered leading woman, it was the harsh reality. Like it just had waited to be noticed, the ghostly figure stepped out off the shadows. 

Isamu was surrounded by the same hectoring, threatening aura as the other male. His eyes, so dark they looked like holes in his skull, burned into the girl's head. But now, the first shock began to cease, [y/n]'s mind started to work clearly again. What didn't mean that she felt any less frightened or troubled. However, the girl straightened her back and clenched her hands to fist. Her nails dug in the skin of her palm while her gaze jumped to and fro between the two opponents. Apart from the cold loathing which sparkled in the ravenhead's iris his mien was blank; while the blond, whose hair shimmered blue and silver at the moment, curled his lips to a mocking grin. "I'm getting impatient, [y/n]. Answer me: What are you looking for?"

The addressed female's thoughts struggled with the restricted given opportunities. There was nowhere to run- The space between her and the watchful males was too small to warrant a successful escape, especially in unknown territory. The victory of a fight might not be impossible yet it was way too risky to attain. So she was left with the possibilities of answering the daunting man; quickly making up a lie or simply telling the truth might save her from the worst of consequences.

"I..." [y/n] finally found the power to open the mouth, returning the male's stare, but her mind remained empty. Something in Katsuro's demanding look made her feel like her time was running out, only putting her under further pressure. She parted her lips in a second attempt- But the blond shook his head, still with a sardonic smile, cutting off her words before they could even leave her tongue. Her throat had dried out by now.

"You know what, [y/n]..." He sighed quietly. "I can't decide if the fact that you've actually made it this far makes you appear even more pitiful or actually a kind of applaudable." His vocals changed its intonation. "Managing to steal and hide weapons, fooling our naïve Shiro..."

An ice- cold shiver ran down her spine. The realization was as crushing and poignant as the impact of a bullet. Dismay and disbelief replaced the fright in her orbs, only causing them to widen even further. But all of a sudden [y/n] narrowed her eyes, the feelings of insecurity disappeared. "You knew it. You knew it right from the beginning."

Her voice was twice as loud, twice as strong and twice as cold as she assumed. The man kept his judging gaze on her; she could sense his vibes of superiority with every pore of her skin. Betrayal, foolishness, naivety- Those were the emotions which took the upper hand now. But they weren't directed towards someone specifically, they just related to the situation in general. The female lowered her head, not in defeat but in incomprehension about her credulity.

...What made me think this would work out so easily? What made me think that simply "give my best" would be enough?

Her look trailed from the floor to the ceiling. A wry, almost lunatic smile crept on her face.

He knew it, he knew it from the beginning. He knew I've stolen the baton-

Quite suddenly, her focus switched to her hand. She had completely forgotten about the impact weapon which she clasped so tightly like her life would depend on it, what might even be true somehow, in a sardonic way. But as well she hadn't realized how the green- eyed man had clutched his fingers around hers, and now that he noticed her awareness, his leather- gloves pulled the small bat from her grip.

...He knew I've worn it with me all the time. He even might have known Shiro would be the one to let me out. So, why shouldn't he also be capable of knowing that I would come here- and that I would come now? She watched how the leader took the item from her feeble hand and made it disappear in the pockets of his expensive suit without taking his gaze of her. Their eyes met again. He has been waiting for me.

Still, Katsuro stood way too close to her. [y/n] sensed the urge to retreat but at the same time she felt like a knife was pressed against her neck; the slightest wrong move would cause the blade to cut through the skin and anything beneath. So she kept standing, her back upright, returning the look of the man's shrewd eyes.

The blond knitted his brows before the evil smirk on his lips widened. "Anyway, my dear... Don't get me wrong but I think you're not ready for this yet. So would you be a good girl and return to your room now?"

He finally did a step backwards, along with an arm- gesture towards the exit. Her chest tightened. She was unsure about her next move; her pride kept her feet glued to the ground while her prudence begged her to follow the leader's demands. However, a decision was quickly made as Isamu left his place in the back part of the office and started to step closer. [y/n] could abstain from experiencing the male's way of getting her inside the cubicle once more and slowly forced her stiff legs to approximate the waiting man. Katsuro placed his hand on her upper back as he shoved her through the double door- Even if it was just a whiff of a touch, the sensation was unpleasantly tingling, warning and forcing. Each pace that parted the girl from the quarter pushed her mind further in a state of gloom, melancholy and wistfulness. The spark of conation inside her heart lost its heat, its strength, its incentive. Still, she promised herself to not let it extinguish forever- Nevertheless, it was too weak to make her continue for now. The pair passed by the bathroom, where the female's feet unintentionally stopped. The door stood open, the lights were on but the whitehead's pale body was nowhere in sight. Her gaze paused on the spot where the boy used to rest and just like to tease her, the man behind her reached in the room, turned off the lamps and closed the entrance. They eventually came to a halt in front of the certain iron entry. Tentative yet unresisting, the captive stepped inside- The coldness embraced her with such a power and intensity like it had missed sorely to make the captive quiver and shudder.

Before the girl disappeared in the darkness, a sudden grip on her wrist pulled her back and spun her around. Katsuro examined the wrought- up feelings that were reflected in the female's [e/c] hues with satisfaction- But yet, how she dared to stare back at him without the slightest touch of obsequiousness and subjections, challenged his sense for control and dominance.

"You still don't get who you're messing with, right? I had no intentions in hurting you- But every act of your recalcitrance forces me to reconsider my plans. Don't you dare to think your actions won't have consequences." He moved his mouth closer to her ear, making sure the female would understand every single word. "And don't dare to think you will leave these walls so soon."