(This story is going to take alot longer to wrote, bc of stupid shit, so bare with me)

(Nagisas pov)

2 days. IT'S BEEN TWO FUCKING DAYS SINCE THIS ASSHOLE HAS FED ME! I'M SO HUNGRY I COULD DIE!

3 days.

4 days.

My face had sunken in, and my mouth was so dry, air felt like razor blades. My arms and legs were unable to move, and my head felt light.

I felt moments away from passing out, maybe even dying. My eyes began to flutter shut, and my head began to fall.

Until I felt my limp arms, fall to my side, rope no longer around them.

I slowly opened my eyes, the heaviness of my eyelids trying to hold them closed.

"H-hey...wake up..." I heard a soft soothing voice speak gently.

Like the voice of an angel, or maybe a beautiful spirit. The voice did nothing to interupt my sleep, but did stirr me into an even deeper one.

My body suddenly jolted up as the voice got more raspy.

"GET UP!" It yelled, before quickly falling silent again.

My body jolted up and the sudden noise, my muscles unable to move, sending me straight to the floor.

"O-oh! A-are you ok?!" The voice went to gentle once again, quickly moving closer.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." I tilted my head up to see who had jut untied me.

Him? Again?

The red head stood worridly before me, offering me his hand, so I could get up.

Is this the person who kidnapped me? Or the other guy who helped me to the bathroom? I honestly can't tell...

After a few minutes of me just starring blankly at him, and him returning the look like a mirror, he smiled, and hyped me up on his back.

Without a second thought, he began carrying me out of the basement.

I was placed on a blue couch, the cushions felt nice on my cramp filled body.

I then watched as he walked into the other half of the room wich was a kitchen.

All while he smiled kindly, making a few tuna sandwiches.

My eyes were fluttering again, but in a different way than before.

It wasn't a painful, uncontrollable sleep, it was like I felt safe and warm. Something about his face, may be my only salvation right now. It just makes me want to smile.

"Hey, get up for a sec." I heard that soothing voice, as soft skin touched my shoulder.

I obeyed, perhaps out of fear off what would happen If I didn't.

I sat up, and noticed the plate of sandwiches, and a glass of water in front of me.

I confusingly looked at him, fear not well hidden in my eyes.

"What? Don't worry I didn't poison it." He smiled, picking up one of the sandwiches. He then looked back at me. " Can I prove it?"

I remained still for a moment, before nodding slightly.

He took a bite of the sandwich, as I watched him eat and swallow.

He then smiled again, putting the sandwich in my hand.
"See?"

A few moments later, I began munching down on the sandwiches, gulping down the water.

It felt like such a relief to eat, I could feel my body coming back to life.

"Oh right! You need a change of clothes. I'll be right back!" He left the room, leaving the door wide open.

Is he not afraid I'm going to escape? Is he relying on the fact that I'm scared and can barley move as a way to stop me?

Now that I think about it. My cheeks flushed red. He's so sweet looking, and he has such a nice voice. It calms me down immediately. I laughed to myself a little.

"I'm suprised he didn't make me strawberry sandwiches" I said aloud, perhaps letting my thoughts get a little to loud.

"But still...He let me out of the basement...and right now...this is the most freedom I've felt in a while..."

But I still gotta wonder...what exactly is going on?

(Karmas pov) (Yes finally)

I walked into my room and started digging around in my closet for some of my old, smaller clothes.

I hope this doesn't end like last time.

I glanced over to a piece of paper at the side of the table.

'Feed the little puppy in the basement. And maybe give him a change of clothes. Don't let what happened to the last one happen again. I'm trying to set a new record. Remeber what happens if we loose this one.' My face dropped into a frown.

In order to not let it happen again...In order to not loose the little control I have of myself.

I tightly grabbed my shirt, almost like I was trying to grab at my own heart.

"I can't get to close to him..."

I began making my way back down the stairs, eventually making my way back into the room.

The small bluenette sat there, fiddling with his hair, with his partly limp arms.

"Oh, want some help?" I walked over, setting the clothes down next to him.

He slowly nodded, and turned so I could help with his hair.

It was soft at the touch, fluffy aswell. As if I was touching a cloud.

My fingers began wrapping the strands around themselves as I began braiding it.

"C-can I ask you a question...?" His small, quiet voice sounded scared yet slightly relived.

"Yup."

"Are you the person who kidnapped me?" His voice was a little louder, except the fear had doubled, the relief become only slightly exsistant.

"I...uh...no...Not me. Someone else did...me and him are just...We..." I tried to laugh to myself. "He's just a little nuts. But I can't control him, so I let him do what he wants."

"So..." The fear had simmered down. "What's your name?" He asked, as I got to the bottom of the braid.

"Promise you won't laugh?" I said a little cheekily. He turned to face me, feeling the braid.

"Uh...sure" His face flushed a little red, as our eyes met.

"I'm Karma."

He starred at me for a while, maybe waiting for me to say 'Jk Jk!!' Except I wasn't going to say that.

"Wait...your not just saying that to be funny?" He had a shock of realisation.

His face made me laugh.
"No, I'm not being funny."

His cheeks puffed slightly, quickly covering his mouth. I heard him snicker quietly.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh!!" I whined.

"Sorry, I'm just suprised-- pft-- sorry sorry, my name is Nagisa." He brushed of his chuckle, leaving only the smile.

"Well you seem different now? Your not talking all scared like." I giggled a little.

"O-oh...sorry...its just something about you that makes me feel comfortable...and warm..." He pointed to his chest "right around here" He gestured to were his heart was located.

His face was red, almost as red as my hair. His cute small little face. It would fit perfectly in my hands.

His body is so small, like a girls, feminine...Cute...

I quickly shook my head.

I don't have all the time in the world...

I quickly pushed the clothes in his direction.

"H-hey get changed! I'm going to leave soon, so you need to get back in the basement."

"Leave? Why? Can't you stay" his blue eyes met my golden ones again, the gaze causing my heartbeat to rapidly increase.

"I-I have to! See!" I held the letter with my instructions. "I'm only suppose yo feed You, and give you new clothes."

He grabbed the letter, examining it closely.

"Okay but...It says 'To Karma' and 'From Karma' did you write it to yourself? Or?" He starred blankly.

I jumped slightly, grabbing the letter back.

"H-he's also called Karma! Okay, now hurry and get changed!!! He'll be back soon, and if your not down there, he'll get rid of me!"

The bluenette sighed a slight bit annoyed, or perhaps perplexed.

And with that, he gradually went back to the basement.

Now a new problem has bloomed. It's different from the last guy.

I don't feel pity for this one...I don't want to let him go...its something different, like I want to keep him close...

Me finally updating the story?! What?! That's rare. Lmao ik I forgot I was writing a story. Anyway enjoy this story. It's my last karmagisa one so, ya.