So after more than a year, the fifth chapter is finally up! It's short, but it's up nonetheless. I hope you enjoy it!


When I woke up I immediately remember what had happened just a few hours before. It was still fresh in my mind, sleep not at all fading it in any way. I looked around my room, blinking a few times to clear the sleep from my eyes. I sat up and looked out the window, noticing it was almost dark out. I thought it must be around seven thirty. I got out of bed and brushed my hair, making sure to go extra slow to prolong the talk with Ikuto as long as I could. I was nervous for what was coming, knowing it was my fault for going with him… but no; it wasn't my fault for what he did to me.

It wasn't my fault.

I sighed and set the brush down. It was time. I couldn't prolong it anymore. I walked to the door and with a shaky hand, opened it and walked down to the dining room. Ikuto was just setting the food on the table. He looked up at me.

"Hello," he said. His voice was kind and gentle, not what I was expecting at all. "I just finished making dinner."

I looked at the food sitting on the table. He was serving chicken, potatoes, string beans, and some soup on the side. I looked up at him nervously, silently asking if I could sit and eat. He smiled at nodded at the chair. Despite his kindness, I was still terrified of him and what sharp words would roll off his tongue at me during this dinner. I was barely prepared to hear them.

I sat and he filled my plate for me. I was surprised that he was the one who bought me, but he had been serving more than I had been serving him. He set a bowl of soup next to my filled plate and then started filling his own plate.

"Why are you so kind to me?" I asked him. Then again, he might not be soon.

He looked up after pouring some soup in his bowl. He looked back as he set it down then looked back at me. "You're a guest."

"I'm not a guest, you bought me. I'm as much a guest as your chickens," I said.

He sighed. "A gentleman should be kind to a lady," was his alternate answer. "Now eat."

I looked down at my food. I chewed on the string beans and they started to squeak against my teeth. After a couple minutes of silence, Ikuto finally spoke up.

"So Amu, let's talk about today."

I set down my food. "It wasn't my fault," I told him. "He pulled me away and he wouldn't let go and I… I…" I got a tear in my eye but wiped it away, refusing to cry over something so childish.

"I know it wasn't you're fault. You're not in trouble, Amu. I'm not mad," he told me.

I looked up at him. "You're not?" I asked.

"No." There was even more kindness in his eyes now. "I'm mad at him. He had no right to take you and treat you like… a possession."

"But I am," I said. "I'm bought. He said you always let him borrow your things."

He pounded his fist on the table. "You're not!" he yelled. He took a few breaths to calm down. I realized how out of character that was. He was usually so calm, I was surprised. His voice was quieter now, but still angry. "The only way I could get you out of there was to buy you, to pay for you. I did you a kindness, taking you away. If I hadn't paid to take you here, you would be in some shed, naked, cold, unfed, dirty…" He had to take a few more breaths and close his eyes. While they were still closed he said, "I don't think of you like that, Amu." He opened his eyes and stared at me. "You are a human being, not a possession. The man selling you is a horrible man and there is no reason he should have been."

I looked down, breaking the stare. There was still so much he didn't know about me. There was so much I didn't know about him. We were two strangers.

He straightened up. "Anyway, we're not going anywhere near him again, after what he did to you."

"If you don't think of me as a possession, why do you keep me here, unable to leave?" I asked, still looking down.

He was quite for a minute. "Where would you go if you left?"

I looked at him and saw sadness in his eyes, which were cast downward. Instead of answering I got up. "Thank you for dinner." I walked up to my room.

The house was quiet and the sun had gone down, leaving the space surrounding it dark and cold. I walked in my room and looked at the sky through my window. The stars were shining, the same as every night. I sighed and went to take a bath. If nothing in my life were to be the same from here on out, at least the stars would be.

Again, I hope you enjoyed it!

Now I guess you'll have to wait another year and a half the the sixth chapter, haha...

Hey, at least you're not waiting three years for the third season of Sherlock to be made so he can finally just freaking tell John he's freaking alive.

Got a little off topic there, haha...

Okay, thank you for reading! Sorry it's short, and stuff. And yeah...