The second Maizono opens her eyes; she realizes there's a knife to her throat.
A situation like this for most people is less than ideal, but they probably just haven't seen the beautiful girl at the end of the blade. Piercing violet eyes stare into her midnight blue ones, teeth gritted with anger and distrust. The girl also has shoulder-length black hair and a heavy dusting of freckles around her nose and cheeks.
She's beautiful. . .
Maizono opens her mouth to say something but is immediately silenced as the blade digs more into her throat, threatening to draw blood.
"Who are you?" The girl hisses.
Maizono vaguely gestures for the girl to lower the pressure a bit, which she does. "Sorry, but it's kind of hard to answer with a knife to my throat. The only thing I'm interested in right now is knowing who you are."
The black-haired girl falters. "You don't know who I am? Or. . .You're not one of my enemies?"
"Enemies?" Maizono repeats, confused, "What? Wait, where even are we?"
In a flash, the blade is gone and tucked away, and Maizono gets a chance to breathe.
"I don't know," The girl mumbles, sounding tired and defeated, "I just woke up here and saw you. I. . .I can't remember how I got here or anything!"
Maizono tries to remember something, anything but only draws a complete blank. "Me neither. . .Huh."
The girl hops back to her feet, surveying the surroundings. Maizono pulls herself into a sitting-up position, taking the chance to look around as well.
They're on some sort of beach, or so it appears. The sand is warm and squishy underneath her, and she knows it's going to take at least five showers to rid her body of all of the sand. The nearby water is light-blue and crystal clear. Maizono figures if she stared directly into it, she would see her reflection.
Additionally, there are a couple of low-hanging palm trees, one of which has some sort of television monitor hooked up to it. And a little further behind both girls is a yellow and black camera.
Maizono shudders, thinking of someone watching them right now.
She slowly pulls herself to her feet, dusting some excess sand off of her plaid blue skirt before taking a couple of hesitant steps closer to the girl.
"U-Um," She says in a half-mumble, "I never caught your name. I'm Maizono Sayaka."
The black-haired girl whips her head around and gives her a once-over. "I'm Ikusaba Mukuro if you truly aren't just someone trying to deceive me."
"I swear I'm not!"
Ikusaba inhales sharply. "Well then, Maizono-san. I suppose we should get looking around," She looks down at her calve-high combat boots, "I guess since you are most likely an innocent, you should stay close to me. Waking up here with no recollection of anything can't mean anything but trouble."
Maizono silently moves closer and takes Ikusaba's hand in hers. Ikusaba's face heats up. "I didn't mean. . .Well, I guess that's fine then. Let's go."
Maizono smiles tightly.
"Please keep me safe, Ikusaba-san."
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"Is that a hotel?" Ikusaba asks as the two cautiously enter through the big brown gates.
Up ahead in the not-so-far distance is a moderately-sized building entitled 'Hotel Mirai.' Future. Interesting.
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Into The Heart Of It
Fanfiction"I don't know," The girl mumbles, sounding tired and defeated, "I just woke up here and saw you. I. . .I can't remember how I got here or anything!" "Me neither. . .Huh." All three of the main ships' stories will be focused on and explored. ...
