Going Under

11

You had been taken in a van to the city. The guy with the purple barely held a conversation with you once in the car, though he appreciated how silent you were when you left. He feared you'd scream all sorts of cultish spells at him, however you just sat there praying.

You thought about Touya, you thought about how you regretted the words that you used for him and how you hoped your creator would forgive you even though at the back of your mind you still held a deep anger for the man.

You felt so betrayed by him, like he'd ripped your heart from your chest and branded you disgustingly with his actions. You wanted to hate him, you really did but your conscious was fighting.

He would've ran again, away from you and his family. He would start a new life somewhere far away meet another unsuspecting girl who would let her guard down and allow him to take her innocence now experienced and craving the touch that he had received from you and he'd probably get it better if he met a woman who had experience, someone older and more mature, someone right for him.

Not someone who would blow up in his face because her family were killed, heavily injured and her home was destroyed.

You whispered to yourself begging for forgiveness once again for shouting in his face, for calling him devilish despite the fact you still thought his father was, for feeling sick that he touched you. You were sorry for it all.

Before you knew it the vehicle you were in drew to a stop. The wide doors swinging open revealing a taller man with short dark hair, eyes and stubble on his face. He seemed sleepy just like the man who captured you and respected you by not engaging in conversation.

Your heart raced you hadn't been outside of your commune ever, you feared that you would take one step on the floor and it would wither away taking you with it.

The man held a hand out for you to take which you refused to accept, not to be defiant or rude but just to be cautious, you were in forgien land.

Your bare foot took a step out of the van holding onto the metal door tightly as your soles made contact with the cold concrete. It was horrible, your feet used to the soft grass or mushy mud, the only time encountering something this hard was when you would climb onto a boulder or step on the wood of the cabins.

It was cold, the wind ruffling your hair. Your legs wobbled as you tried to stabilise yourself, nerves of what would happen to you next playing in your mind. Would they kill you like they had gone around killing your sect, would you have anyone to remember you if you did die, would your bloodline end with just you?

"Excuse me." The taller man cleared his throat, catching your attention. You blinked a few times trying to figure out how you even ended up here.

It was that purple haired boy, he knew your name and could control your body, who knows what he could do with a power like that.

" Please can you tell me why I am here?" You asked, voice wobbling like you were on the verge of tears, trying to remember all the lives you could've saved if you hadn't been interrupted by demons.

" Detective Tsukauchi, you've been taken in for questioning regarding the disappearance of Touya Todoroki, you are not under arrest, you have the right to walk away now and remain silent, though it would provide useful if you stayed to discuss......"

You tried, you really did try to keep up with what he was saying, you tried to remember the little notebook with all the stuff Touya had told you but your head was hurting to much and you didn't really want to think about him.

" Detective? Arrest ? Todoroki?" You mumbled trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about

Tsukachi looked at you and quirked his brow, you seemed distressed, maybe he would just take you inside give you a blanket and a drink.