I slowly open my eyes and regard the fact that my back is resting on a sofa next to a swimming pool. A very big swimming pool; indoors next to a sofa.
"Yo, are you awake yet?" Ayato asks.
I answer by turning on my side and making myself comfortable ready to sleep again. Hey! This sofas comfy and I've just had my blood sucked; cut me some slack ok?
"Stay right there Ayato, you made the stupid mistake of sucking me until I sleep and now you face the consequence of me sleeping and ignoring you."
He scoffs at me. "You still don't get it yet don't you?"
I'm about to ask what I should get when he suddenly picks me up bridal-style and walks over to the edge of the ridiculously huge pool.
I mentally widen my eyes at the action but mask my fear.
"Ayato, please put me down." I ask him politely but firmly as he edges closer to the edge.
"You are at the mercy of Yours-Truly." He starts.
"Ayato, put me down!" I breathe erratically as I show my fear.
"I can do whatever I like."
"Ayato please!"
"Some whimpering over every little thing!"
"AYA-!" I never finish my scream as he chucks me ruthlessly into the pool.
Rushes of air pass through me and I desperately try to reach for the surface catching little parts of speech coming from his mouth but I'm too busy focusing on surviving to care.
"Ayato! Help me!" I cry before the water engulfs me once again.
The fight to keep air in your lungs. The weight of your body dragging you down. The water enveloping you like a cradle as you give up.
My senses dull as I close my eyes and start surrendering to endless sleep when I dully hear the sound of splashing water. Seconds later someone grabs me by the wrist, holds me close...
...and kisses me as I black out once again.
Only to come too seconds later coughing, wheezing and crying.
"Ayato..." I cough a few times more before I resume my sentence. "Please, I beg of you...never do that again?"
"You're hopeless." I don't argue with that. "But I suppose you've had enough for one day."
He swims us both to the edge and places me on solid ground.
I rely on my hands and knees for support as I try to stop my tears and calm my breathing as I feel a towel land on my head.
Maybe it's an act of kindness, maybe an apology but Ayato simply leaves without a word; wet, cold and as he said, completely hopeless.
.o0o.
Fully clothed and dry, I retrace my steps to find the room that I saw my adoptive father's diary I found the night I arrived. Sweeping the floor with my eyes to make sure I'm alone, I step in and close the door behind me.
It's still here. Right where I left it. I don't care much about my fake father figure but maybe there might be a clue as to why he would send me here.
I flick through the yellow pages to find them blank.
"What the hell?" I mumble in astonishment. "This can't be." But the more I flick through, the more disappointed I become. Somehow, all of the words have been completely erased.
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