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"Do not make a single noise."

My lips parted slightly to make a noise, but I quickly shut them at the cold orders I had received. I wasn't sure why or how, but I was being pinned down to the floor, a hand covering my eyes. I tried to claw the hand off of me, but the grip remained firm on me. Through the space between my captor's fingers, I could only see very dim light.

My breathing hitched as I noticed their hand travel from my shoulder to my hand. I froze as that laced their fingers with mine, their hands warm in comparison to my own. While their grip was loose enough for me to have made my escape, I remained solidly in place.

"Why... aren't you leaving?" My captor asked in slight disbelief. Their hand uncovered my eyes, pinning down my other wrist. In that instant, I was able to identify them. Short black hair, pale skin, hazel eyes.

"Shuu... Ichi?" I murmured, my eyes widening at the sight of him on top of me. My face flushed bright pink, and I watched his face turn slightly fuchsia in response. His lip quivered, as if he was holding back something.

"Saihara-chaaaaan!" A playful voice called, accompanied by footsteps. Saihara quickly moved his hand back to my eyes, covering my vision. A small gasp escaped from my lips, but I otherwise froze like a deer caught in the headlights. The footsteps ceased, their source obviously nearby.

"Well well well..." a voice cooed, much closer than before. I suddenly felt Saihara being thrown off of me, crashing into the floor next to me. I yelped slightly, seeing him falter in pain.

He was shrouded in more light than before, and I was able to determine he looked different than he normally did. A strange fixture was atop his head, his eyes glowing a strange hue. He groaned slightly in pain, reaching out to touch me.

"Don't touch her!" The voice shrilly exclaimed. My attention was directed to above me, where Ouma was standing. My eyes widened again as I noticed him looking above, suddenly staring down at me. His eyes had the strange hue in them as well, his uniform slightly different from before.

"Where... am I?" I asked quietly, just loud enough for the two boys to hear.

"Nishishi! Where are you, you ask? Why, you're in our headquarters!" He exclaimed, extending a hand out to help me up. I wobbled up to my feet, turning immediately to help Saihara up. Ouma grabbed my arm before I could, pulling me with him into the darkness.

"Headquarters?" I questioned him brazenly. "What do you mean by that? Why do you need them?"

Ouma chuckled. Suddenly, hundreds of monitors flickered on, each showing a different location in the school. However, about a dozen bore an image even more shocking. They had photographs of me on them, as well as scans of what was presumably my school file.

"What?! How did you find this? Why..?" I began to question him in a panic, but he merely pushed me into one of the two large chairs in front of the monitors. I slumped down with a small yelp as he climbed onto my lap, cupping my cheeks in his hands.

"Well, you see, my darling (y/n)-chan," he cleared his throat. "Saihara-chan and I are the ones behind this killing game."

I tried to speak, but no words came out. Saihara walked over to the monitors, seemingly unharmed from his previous attack. He threw Ouma off of me, at which I was relieved.

"Leave her be," he commanded bluntly. "It's better to save those kinds of things for later, don't you think?"

"Nishishi! Of course!" Was all Ouma offered in response. I suddenly felt something pull my hands behind the chair, cold metal grazing my wrists as I heard a locking noise. Saihara had cuffed me, and I couldn't move an inch despite how much I thrashed.

"Hey! Let me go!" I protested angrily. Despite my kicking, he was also able to wrangle my legs and bind them together, as well as my shoulders- I was completely immobile in the chair.

"We can't let you go now that you know our little secret, now can we?" Ouma asked mockingly. I glared at him, though his devious smirk remained unchanged.

"You can't hold me like this... the others are going to worry, and come looking," I cried in terror.

"My dear," Ouma sighed almost in pity. "Don't worry about them. The others don't matter. The only ones who should matter to you now are Saihara-Kun and I. Isn't that right, detective boy?"

"Yes..." he agreed calmly. "Please don't be upset, (y/n)-chan. I'll do my best to take care of you, and treat you like the princess you are."

"Heyyyy! I will too!! Jeez!" Ouma yelled angrily as he lightly smacked the taller boy.

"This is no fairytale," I stated bluntly. "This is kidnapping. This is illegal. This is-"

"Blah, blah, blah. Does it really matter? We will make sure the time you spend here with us is some of the best you'll have in your goddamned life."

I choked on my own words. "You.. can't be serious."

"You don't believe us?" Saihara murmured innocently.

"We will make you believe, then!" Ouma insisted. I winced as the boy moved closer to me, a wide-eyed grin on his pale face.

"Don't come near me!" I begged, the boy miraculously backing off from me.

"Fine, we won't do anything for now," the dictator pouted. "But don't be so sad! There are millions of girls who would kill to be in your shoes! Being all alone, tied up by two boys... if I was a girl, or, um, attracted to men, I would be so excited!"

Saihara grunted. "Cut it out."

"I... can't do this," I stated sadly. I felt two sets of fingertips rest under my chin, pulling it upward. Sure enough, they both were holding sides of my face. I blushed at their touch, unsure of how to react.

"Don't you worry. We will take good care of you."