Misaki's POV
Two men wearing masks were carrying me somewhere. They had taken me somewhere. I touched my side. My bag was still there.
Pheewww!!! I let them take me to wherever they were going to take me. They opened a door and I entered a room that seemed like the penthouse.
The men closed the door locking it and took off the masks. I was trying my best from trying to murder them under my wrath.
I was pissed. "WHY'D DID YOU STUPID ASSES OF SHIT BUY ME ANYWAY. DID UT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THE FACT THAT I CAN KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS AND GUNS!!!!!!!!!!!" I was yelling.
"YOU! IN THE MIDDLE WITH THE SLICKED BLACK HAIR..." I yelled. "You're not scary." I said tsking. That hit the spot. He held out a gun to me and I pulled out two guns from my bag.
Everyone had surprised expressions. It must be really new for them. I mean a teenager holding up two guns ready to shoot somebody.
"Soryu take those guns." Ichinomiya said pointing to my beautiful little weapons. Frantically I looked around the room.
He was nearing. He only managed to take one gun. Leaving two to me. I didn't let him take my other gun. MY MOM GAVE ME THAT GUN!!!
He left me be after I... hehe... put a knife through his neck.
After I finally got my way I was soon hugging everyone and saying "hi" "hello" "nice to meet you" s to them. For a while then they forgot my little... breakdown earlier.
That was a breakdown. My breakdowns. I may seem bipolar but no I am not. After my breakdowns I am usually in a happy mood.
When I had to hug Det. Kishi I held my breath so I wouldn't smell the smoke he was smoking. My hugs either way are still deadly.
The hugs I give to those I care about are the total opposite. "I didn't eat." I said. I walked to the kitchen. Yes I knew where it was.
How you ask? Well, I smell the fruits. I followed the smell. I was cooking myself a nice tariyaki and rice balls dish.
Turns out they didn't eat either so once they smelled my cooking they entered like zombies that sensed a human brain.
Weird and gross at the same time. I placed them on separate plates and handed it to them. We were eating st the little living room they had.
For some reason they were all staring at me. I put my spoon down. "I can't eat if you're all staring at me." I said. "Dis ish da besht frood evwer." (This is the best food ever.) Baba said with food in his mouth.
Everyone nodded in agreement to Baba's comment. I did a little research in the kitchen when I was waiting for the rice and teriyaki to cool.
