In a world where heroes and villains are constantly at each others throats, seemingly minuscule crimes can often be overlooked.
Yet, if only someone knew what was going on behind those closed doors, if only someone looked just a little closer at th...
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One Month Later
Shinjiro winced as the cramp in his hand tightened, almost making him drop the battered Mirko figurine.
He continued scraping her plastic ear against the wall, feeling satisfied every time another piece of dry wall crumbled to the ground.
A decent sized hole had formed now. He put the figurine down and stuck his finger into the it, pulling as hard as he could.
Large chunks of drywall and dust fell to the ground, causing him to cough and wave his hand around in an attempt to disperse it.
He stared deviously at the mess of pipes and wires he had worked so hard to expose. All he had left to do now was to rip down Ayaka's side of the wall and he would finally be able to see her again.
The sounds of footsteps reverberated up the stair well. Shinjiro panicked and jumped up, throwing his Mirko figure into the toy box and pushing his dresser back in front of the now open wall.
The footsteps halted outside of his door. He jumped on his bed and opened up one of his books before the lock clicked and the door swung open.
Kirika walked in with a small steel tray and shut the door behind her. Shinjiro looked up to her innocently, not giving any inclination that he was up to something.
She set the tray down on his dresser without saying a word. She fidgeted with some things and turned toward Shinjiro, to which he sat up straight, knowing what she expected.
She reached out for his arm, syringe in hand, and roughly inserted it into his shoulder. He winced but didn't make a sound.
Ever since Hawks gave both Ayaka and Shin back to their parents, neither of the siblings had been able to leave their rooms. Sound proof walls had been inserted and prepared for their inevitable return, so Shin had no inclination to what was happening to his sister.
His stomach growled deeply, which didn't affect Kirika in the slightest as she continued to push the liquid into his arm.
Shinjiro had only been given food every other day since they were locked up. The 'meal' consisted of a PB & J sandwich, a bag of chips, and a small bottle of water, which barely satisfied his hunger over two whole days. On some days, Kirika forgot to bring up food until late into the night when Shin was curled up in a ball, desperately trying to suppress the knots of hunger churning in his stomach.
On the days when he wasn't fighting starvation, the only thing he did to keep himself occupied was to read and continue hacking at his wall until he could finally be reunited with Ayaka. But, he would be lying if he said he wasn't scared of what he might find.
About a week into their return, Kirika had been coming to Shinjiro's room daily to give him a shot. At first he resisted and cried and scratched, trying to avoid whatever liquid was being forcefully given to him.
