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'Where is he, when I'm in a bad mood and just want to fight. I could cause mayhem, but that just sounds like too much work.' Vice thought to himself as he flew around looking for the good doji.

Vice's POV.

There., i thought as i spotted the good doji. I flew up to Ultimo, my enemy, ready to fight and hadn't been expecting him to be busy. When Ultimo looked over his shoulder at me he said, "Not now, Vice, I have things to do."

"Things like?" I asked rather irritated that he was just going to blow me off.

He turned, and in his arms was a girl, pale as death itself, and had her arms crossed over her chest. Her clothes were punk-ish. Ultimo had a blanket and she was on top, to prevent people from looking up her short black dress. "I need to deal with her. Yamato told me to find her a place to stay. He only specified that she couldn't stay with us and I had to bring her somewhere she would have food and shelter."

"Is she dead, if so you can just drop her." I said, wanting nothing more than a fight. The girl lifted one arm and flicked me off.

"Of course she's not dead!" Ultimo said almost as if he were shocked that I would think that.

"She looks like it. Why'd she flick me off?" I said rather annoyed.

"She was obviously offended." Ultimo said in a sweet voice, that pissed me off even more. Why did this girl have to get in the way?

"What if I take her?" I said thinking about tying her down, fighting him, and then dealing with her later.

"I couldn't do that, you're an evil doji." He said to me.

"K can take care of her. He's human." I said thinking he should at least be able to do that long enough.

The doji shifted, clearly thinking about the idea.

"Fine, but if anything happens to her, I'm blaming you. I refuse to take responsibility of your actions." He said.

Ultimo moved over to me and set the girl in my arms. He managed to do so without touching me, or my gauntlets. The girl was lighter than I had expected.

"Go, we can fight later." Ultimo said as he handed her over.

"K! I'm home!" I yelled carrying the girl. "We have a new person with us." I said as K walked out of his room. The girl in my arms hadn't moved an inch, she was only breathing softly.

"She's your responsibility." K said, taking me off guard. "I've got a job, and I'm going to work." He said and walked out the door.

"You sleeping?" I asked the girl in my arms.

She shook her head saying no.

"We're on the ground." I said setting her feet down. She stood up, still refusing to talk or open her eyes.

Or so I thought anyway. She was facing away from me. When she looked down, I decided to walk in front of her. I was shocked when I met emerald green eyes with flecks of gold. So deep, and secretive, she looked a bit mad and yet serene. No words came out of her mouth, and yet, for some reason, I wanted her to. It was impossible to explain.

…Sora's POV.

'Shit, I'm so fucked. How the hell do I manage to get stuck with a doji? A DOJI!' I thought, dropping my head to face the floor. Doji… the bus thing. I thought back to what Yamato had told me about, when I bombarded him with questions. Great. What does this new one look like? While looking down, its feet appeared. I looked up, instantly shocked, when I see the doji that had sliced the bus in half. I stood frozen facing the evil boy.

"Are you gonna say anything?" he asked me, almost demanding.

I sighed, "Fine you want me to talk? There I talked. Can I leave now?" I said rather annoyed and wanting to leave, although I didn't really need to go anywhere. My parents didn't care about me, at least in my mind. I had no idea where my mother was and didn't care where my father was.

He looked shocked, either at the fact that I spoke, or the fact that I snapped at him.

"Well? Are you going to answer me?" I snapped.

He didn't respond, just kept staring at me. It looked as if he were in deep thought.

Since he wasn't answering, I looked around. The place looked like a tornado had gone through it. I walked over to a door on the side of me. It was obviously a bedroom. The room was even more of a disaster than the living room. It made me want to clean. I suppressed that quickly.

"You'll be staying here." He said from behind me. I jumped, and screamed at the same time. I spun on him. "Don't ever, ever, do that!" I said wanting to punch him in the face, knowing I'd probably get killed if I did though. "Oh, by the way, if I'm supposed to stay here, where do I sleep." I said with emphasis on supposed.

He looked amused, meaning he had caught my hint at running. "You will stay here."

"And how do plan to enforce that when you sleep?" I said, attitude snaking through my voice.

"Simple." He said with a shrug.

"You're not gonna tell me are you?" I said with a baffled look.

He smirked and said, "You catch on fast. Nope, I won't tell you." He said with a smirk.

I glared at him, turned on my heel and stalked out of the room. He caught the back of my dress and stopped me. Then said, "Where do you think you're going?" he said, clearly annoyed.

"Going in the living room." I snapped, and swatted at his hand, surprisingly not meeting his gauntlet, and actually hitting a hand.

"Fine." He said releasing me, and watching my every move. I walked over to the couch, and plopped. When I looked over my shoulder he was standing, by a door, most likely the way out. I took a mental note of it.

"Oh, relax. I'm not stupid." I said looking him in the eyes.

"What exactly is that suppose to mean?" He said, with guarded curiosity.

"I'm not going to run. Jeez. Do you like TV?" I asked as a plan formed in my head.

"Yes." He said looking confused at my change of subject.

"Sit down over here, I already said I wouldn't run. Relax already." I said trying to reassure him.

He walked over slowly, cautiously, and sat on the couch. "You're not going to run."

"No, that would be stupid. Plus, you'd catch up and haul me back here faster than I could say 'help.' That would piss you off. I don't really need to be getting into that kind of trouble, yet. Anyways, you choose the channel." I said carelessly, tossing him the remote.

"Okay."

…..

"I'm back." I heard coming from the direction of the door. I didn't move though. I was half-asleep curled up in a ball on the couch oddly comfortable. Vice, I had learned his name earlier, on a commercial, poked my foot. The closest thing to him, that involved me. It tickled, and my foot twitched.

"What?" I groaned.

"Time to get up."

"I don't wanna." I whined.

His face appeared in front of me and I jumped a little. "Time to get up."

"I already told you. I don't wanna. Why do I have to?"

"You've been sleeping for relatively two hours." he said.

"So? It's rather normal for me to sleep longer." I said in my best groggy voice.

"K's home, it's late. Are you really going to argue with me." He said sternly.

"Yes?" I said, but it came out more of a question.

"You need to go to bed."

"So. I can sleep here."

"I wake up in the morning and you're gone? I think not." He said almost sounding amused.

"Told you I wouldn't run." I mumbled. My plan was screwed. Dammit. Why'd he have to guess right on?

"Really? you'd be the first to do that. I'm not taking that chance. But, fine, if you won't get up, I'll stay out here." he said.

"No, you won't." I said in disbelief.

"You're right, I won't." he said as he slid one arm under my head, the other going under me to catch my knees.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, annoyed at the fact that he just picked me up, without permission. At least Ultimo had the courtesy to ask first.

"Moving you. What does it look like."

"You suck."

"Vice? What're you doing?" asked the other person. When I looked over at him, I had no idea what to think. He kind of reminded me of a rat.

"K, what does it look like? I'm going to bed. She's going to bed, too." he said nodding at me.

"With you?" K sounded almost disappointed.

"Most certainly not with you or on her own. If she woke up before me, she would have run. Can't have that happen, now can I?" he said cocking his head to one side.

"Oh, I see."K said.

"You creep me out." I said understanding the meaning in Vice's words. As he said them a shiver had run up, then back down my spine.

K looked taken aback.

Vice turned and walked into the bedroom that I had been in earlier. After dumping me on the bed, he walked over to a pile and started digging through it.

"What was that for?" I asked as he continued throwing things around. I looked around as quickly as I could. I noted the window in the room.

"I told you already." I heard a soft click as he found what he was looking for. "Close your eyes and put out your wrist."

"Why?" I demanded.

"Just do it. I want to give you something." He said.

"Fine." I said. I did as he said, and felt metal close around my wrist. When I opened my eyes I looked petrified. I knew it was a bad idea to listen to him. "So, this is what you meant earlier." I stated as he clasped the other one to himself. I knew it was impossible to escape now.

"Yep." He said as he moved carefully, pinning me to the wall. I passed out with his arm over me as I slept on my side.

When I awoke, I tried to move…and didn't get very far. Stupid handcuffs. As they rattled, Vice woke up with a jump, as if he caught me trying to sneak off.

"Good morning." I mumbled oddly irritated.

I sat there as he glared at me. After a few seconds I asked, "What?"

"I'm annoyed." He stated.

"Why?" I said a little shocked.

"Why are you up so early?" He demanded.

"There's this thing….called school." I pointed out.

"School?" He asked groggily.

"Yes, now can you release me? I really need to go."

"Why?" he asked in that same voice.

"As much as I hate it, the only way I can live on my own is by going to school."

"Skip it." He said.

"It's not that easy…my parents may actually notice for once in their busy lives, that I've disappeared." I stated, trying to convince him to let me go. I needed a break from him.

"So?"

"Vice. Let me go." I demanded.

"No."

I glared at him. after a few moments he looked at me then asked, "Do you have a uniform?"

"Yes, it's in my bag thing over there."

"Damn, I guess you are somewhat prepared. Fine, I'll take you to school, and pick you up. If you want to live, I suggest you meet me at the end of the day."

"Okay," I said ignoring him after the word 'Fine,' and a plan developing.

"Just where do you think you're going?" I cringed as Vice came at me, in a slow predatory way.

"Nowhere." I said in a small voice.

"Where did I tell you to meet me? Here?" He asked as he gestured around.

"No." I said voice getting a bit stronger, but not strong enough. Why did I have to be afraid of getting on the wrong side of people? And hate being in trouble?

"I could kill you, you know that right?" he said in a deadly whisper.

"I'm fully aware. I have a question though."

"What's that?"

"…Why can't I go to my actual house?"

"Because, you asked to many questions. You needed protection. Yamato just happened to find you. Do you want to go home yet?" said the good doji, coming up behind Vice.

"Where'd you come from?" Vice asked spinning

"The sky." I said sarcastically.

Vice threw a glare in my direction that made me really wish I wasn't such a smart alic.

"Vice? Why's she with you?" asked Ultimo.

"She's," he said pointing over his shoulder at me, "My responsibility."

"What?" Ultimo said in a shocked voice. He looked appalled. "That can't be!"

"It is, ask her."

"Is this true?" Ultimo asked in a sweet voice.. that slightly annoyed me if i wanted to be perfectly honest with myself. I didn't, so I ignored the monster within.

I just nodded.

Great. Ultimo looked pissed….Vice was pissed. I walked to the dojis and said to them both, "If you're gonna fight…make sure I'm not close please?"

Vice wrapped his arm around my waist and said, "Be right back." To Ultimo.

"Okay." Said the other doji.

….

"Is this your idea of a sick joke?" I said glaring at Vice. He had tied me to chair and put me on top of a building.

"No. I'll see you later."

"Wait!" I wailed as he started flying off.

"What?" he asked annoyed.

The tone of his voice shocked me to silence. He flew off.

What to do...get out of here.

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