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Mak's point of view

  I was walking down the street, when I heard crying from...under ground!? I looked at a sewer lid and opened it. "I know this may be bad...but I'm worried!" I whispered to myself. I climbed down the ladder and half way I stopped. " Wha?! W-who are you!?" the kid asked. "Why do I keep finding boys?" I mumbled to myself.

  I continued going down the ladder and the boy moves back. When I got to the bottom, I sat down and say there. "Who are you? Why are you down here? If it's ok to ask that." He looks at me "my name is kou...and I'm down here...nevermind." I looked at him worried. "Are you ok? You can always come with me...if my house is safe..." He tilted his head. " what do you mean, 'if your house is safe'? " I looked down. "Well, my dad probably had a little to much to-!!" He covered my mouth.

  We heard someone walking and saying something, "hey! You! Do you know anyone named Mak!? If you do! You better tell me!" Kou looked at me when he heard that. When they walked away he uncovered my mouth. "Are you in trouble!? If you are im not keeping you down here with me!" I shook my head violently. "N-no! I'm not! It's just they want to take me to an orphanage and I don't want to go...but my friends are there."

  Kou grabbed my hand and walked to the ladder. "What are we going up here?" He just ignored me and climbed up the ladder. Being the curious one, I followed him.

  When we got to the top and put of the ground, he grabbed my hand and ran. "W-what are we doing!?" He ignored me and we ran into an ally behind a cafe. " what are we-! " he covered my mouth once again. "We're getting food so shhh..." I nodded and he uncovered my mouth.

Kou's point of view

  We grabbed some bread and other stuff and carefully walked back. Good thing Mak had a bag in her or else we would never be able to do this. It just looks like we have paper and stuff in it! This is a perfect plan!

  On are way back, Mak looked to her left and squealed. "What is it?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me over to a small four legged black animal. " what is it? " she looked at me like I was stupid. "Its a cat! These things are so cute!" She put my hand on the cat and I started to pet it. It's was so soft!

  "Does it have a name?" She looked at me. " what should the name be? I was thinking Mr.midnight? What do you think? " I looked back at her, still petting the cat. "Yea! Let's name it Mr.midnight! That's a cute name!" She smiles and picked up Mr. midnight. Well it's just a kitten...here! You hold him! " she handed me the small creature.

  I held him while she opened the bag and tore off a small piece of bread. "Is it bad to give cats bread? I don't Think it is.." She gave it to the cat and he ate it. " it looks like he's hungry and thirsty...did we get anything to drink from that place? " I asked. "I think...let me look-!?" " Hey!? Is that my cat!? Did you take my cat!? "

  5 kids walked up to us. They ripped mr.midnight out of my hands. "Hey! Be careful with him! He's just a kitten!" I shouted. " Oh yea?! What are you gonna do about it!? " they held mr.midnight by the neck. "This!" Mak pushed the boy to were he let go of the car and Mak caught the cat. "Good job Mak!" She put Mr. midnight in her bag and grabbed my hand then ran.

  I heard someone chasing after us. It sounds like a man! Is that the man that wants to take Mak to the orphanage!? Well who ever it is, we still need to run! I was a slow runner so I didn't really run as fast as Mak did. "Mak! Wait for me!" She stopped and someone grabbed her. " Mak! Don't worry! " I ran to her and got her out of her grip. "Run! Run! Don't look back!" She looked at me. " what did I say! Don't look back! " she started to tear up. "I don't want to leave you!" " just go! We'll see each other soon! Don't worry! "

With that....Mak ran and that was the last time I saw her...

Ok! The...third legit chapter? Yea...whatever! So as always! Comment if you liked the story and tell your friends about it! Plz I'm so lonely! Bye!!

-loli out- *drops 3 mics*

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