The Dream...(Everyone )

[dzetsu]

Gracefully, Moriyama swept from the shadows holding gauze bandages and dressing. He gently grabbed Sanae's bleeding fingers and removed the scone, placing the bloodied pastry back onto the tray.

He allowed the blood to flow, removing dirt and crumbs from the wounds, before he placed the dressing carefully onto the palm of Sanae's hand. The girl didn't even notice and in fact was licking some of the blood that had gotten on her lips when she licked the wound. Moriyama wrapped the bandage tightly around her hand.

"Please be more careful, Oujo-sama" Moriyama said softly, his voice barely audible over the noise of the movie.

Moriyama smiled at Ryu again, his white teeth almost shining in the darkness of the theater. He swept his dark bangs out of his eyes.

"If you want to change," he offered, "We can find something for you to wear. We have some dresses that would look lovely on you." He bowed and began to leave once more.

"Call me if you need anything," he added, "And you should introduce yourself."

[ai-shi-te]

"Ryosuke!" Sanae's grin slowly disappeared but the differences in her eye tones remained the same as she called his name out so
intimately, or meaning without honorific. She only looked at her bandaged hand as her eyes began to glass up. "...play with
me...." Much rather, stay with me.

Her grin immediately returned as she pulled a plate from the stack and began to filling it up with the cookies and snacks on the table and
smiled up at Ryosuke as she placed the plate down on the side and patted the area, staring at him intently, indicating for him to sit with
them.

Hearing something else or someone else nearby, she paid no mind, thinking it must have been just a rat or something or the building
being old.

[lyme]

(I'll RP Ryu in The Dream because I was told to do so.)

The abandoned theater felt like it was going to collapse. Rats squeaking and creaky boards groaning didn't help the image either. Ryu felt a bead of sweat slowly make its way from her forehead to her chin despite the cold atmosphere of the cinema.

The kidnapper, one she vaguely recognized, stared at her with mismatched eyes wide, a horrible grin spread across her features. The woman's servant of some sort bandaged her hand and left the scene.

Ryu squinted against the dark and tried to examine the servants face but her thoughts were instantly cut out by a plate slammed onto the table. Cookies, cupcakes, and other sweets piled onto the tray. Normally they would be mouth-watering, but Ryu felt sick instead.

"Is this a tea party?" Ryu laughed nervously, trying to break the awkwardness that only she probably felt. "Are you going to dress us up like dolls or something?" She instantly regretted those words as soon as they left her mouth.

(Just following orders. Ryu told me to put this. =3=)

[dzetsu]

Moriyama smiled at cute little Sanae as she energetically patted the space next to him. Well, she kind of did it in a more, creepy, inviting way, in the fashion you'd expect her to start gesturing with her finger and whispering, "Oide, kawaii ko-chan...", but Moriyama couldn't really tell the difference.

The visitor squirmed in her seat, beads of sweat trailing down her forehead. She looked around, her round, red eyes staring into the dark intently.

"Is this a tea party?" the woman asked, laughing. Her laugh was high-pitched and came in short bursts. "Are you going to dress us up like dolls or something?"

Her voice petered out and she looked down at her feet in regret, still fidgeting in her seat. The scrumptious sweets placed in front of her didn't seem to tempt her at all.

Moriyama silently swept over, his steps as quiet as a ghost's. His eyes twinkled with his gently grinning lips as he quickly sat next to Sanae, one leg crossed over the other.

"You can dress up if you like," he said softly, answering the pale woman's question. "We have many things for you to wear."

The butler (?) gestured at the empty seats in the darkness, which turned out to be not so empty after all. If one squinted (or lived in the dark for a really long time), they could make out the rumpled forms of many, many dresses, ribbons, shoes, hats.

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Hiyama sat outside the door, listening to everything that was said. It was obvious that the kidnappers were lonely, deranged freaks, and not lonely, deranged rapists.

Still, taking people off the street wasn't exactly the number one goody-two-shoes idea in the world, and Hiyama needed to take Ryu back home with him. Well, back to Taito's home.

He clutched the hairspray tightly, wondering if the butress, er.. butler, would be any threat. It was unsettling to realize that he had taught these people six years before, that these were his former students.

It wasn't uncommon for young people to go crazy or get depressed due to the harsh schooling system, but this was the first time Hiyama has seen something happen to this degree.

He brushed his brown hair out of his eyes and tried to peer once again into the theater. The old movie's light was distracting, and the pictures on the screen made everything else in the room hard to make out.

Even so, he could see the three figures in the room, the ones he needed to get to, but in the dark, it was hard to tell who was who, especially when they were all sitting.

Hiyama took a deep breath. Ryu was the only one with the long hair, right? Sanae's was cut in a short bob, as it had been since her school days, and Moriyama was, well, a guy.

(I'm getting better at shortening my posts, gaiz!)

[ai-shi-te]

(dzetsu: !! ...is that a good thing or a bad thing?)

Sana just stared at Ryu's regretful-ness as her fingers played with the handle of her knife. "Isn't it more fun to dress up
though?" Her eyes batted once every few seconds for a minute as she stopped playing and poured Ryosuke a cup of orange juice.
She set the cup in front of him gently with a smile at him as she stared back at Ryu with a toothy grin. Her fingers began playing
with the knife again. "I'd think you'd look lovely like a princess..." Her grinned softened into a gentle smile. "...and
when I put you to sleep, I will make very sure that you shall never wake up ever again..." She gave a joyful grin as she began to
hmmm Twilight Circus again. The dark movie with vibrant colors flickered around as the three interacted and the hidden man hid
where the three could not see them.

"I shall make you beautiful today..." She grinned widely with deranged eyes as she got up out of her chairs, taller than usual as
she moved away from her seat slowly and gracefully to the pile of lovely dresses, shoes, ribbons and lace, her body slightly bopped up
and down as she made her way. Fine hats and garters laid around as well as the lights and colors of the movie reflected on the ghostly
white face of Sana's as she smiled, her feet can be seen on their point, her feet baring en pointe shoes, yet her legs never shook.
Her aristocratic lolita dress was shorter than normal ones, more loose and airy as well.

(I have very short posts.....)

[lyme]

Ryu giggled nervously and inched as far away from the creepy girl as she could. Having never left the tomboy stage, dressing up in frills and ribbons did NOT sound like quite a nice idea. Somehow looking beautiful sounded scary with this girl, too.

"No, no, I think I'm fine." Ryu grinned a sweet smile to try and persuade her kidnapper not to dress her up.

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Taito finished cleaning up the last bits of dirt from the house. While he was at it, he made sure to clean up everything else as well. The house was as clean as a whistle. That didn't seem very clean, but a saying was a saying.

"Akita-san, Ryu isn't home at the moment. She usually comes home in around..." He looked at the clock on the wall. "15 minutes. You can wait until then."

He sat down on the couch and ignored Neru's protests.

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Neru felt angry and urgent at the same time. How could this..this IDIOT just ignore her pleas like that? And then he made her clean the house! Neru did NOT do physical labor like that.

The blonde sighed and plopped down on the worn leather couch while wiping sweat away from her forehead. Pretty yellow bangs were now darkened and matted to her brow and her carefully chosen clothes were not wet.

"Hey, moron. *gasp*" She managed to gasp out after resting for a few minutes. "Ryu...Ryu really...*gasp* in danger."

She watched Taito peer at her with his one eye in half interest. "Really, now." His tone showed how much he didn't care.

"She was kidnapped. I need your help. Really." Neru's voice began to plead slightly. She looked up at him with her eyes, trying to show the truth that shone through them.

"Ryu is fine. She always gets out of things." Taito shut his eyes and that was that.

Neru sighed in defeat.

[Chloe]

Haku was shirtless and dancing on some table tops.
And doing mini shots.
She was having a blast.
She was drunk.
" Dancing Samurai! Dancing through the! Night..." Haku sang.

[ai-shi-te]

"Don't be like that!" Sanae grinned, the lights flickered quickly on her face and her smile. "When your host offers you
something, it is most insulting to decline their offer." She held onto the hems of two dresses, holding one closer to her face.
"Would you like chiffon...?" She held the other one, more lacy, closer as she dropped the other. "Or would you like
chantilly?" She let go of the dresses and walked around to the table where the tied up Ryu was, she looked down gently at her,
picking up bits her her long locks. "Truthfully, I don't think long hair is most suitable for you." She leaned in close to Ryu's ear
as she whispered that last sentence. Her fingers on her right hand twitch a little as her left hand held a grip on some of Ryu's locks,
slowly her right hand reached for the butcher knife before quickly grabbing it and holding it up with her monstrous grin before quickly
slashing it over, strands of hair falling onto the dark floor, disappearing into it, unable to be seen.

(That means she still alive...in case you didn't know....)

[Kagamine Rose]

Ryu was frightened. She didn't know which dress she could choose. Then all of a sudden she saw the girl come over and whisper something in her ear. Her hair was then lifted and cut with a butcher's knife. Her hair was noow to the ends of her chin.

It took forever t grow her hair out. Tears started to frm in her eyes. They were soon visable and fell down her beautiful face. Then something struck her. "If you kill me then I won't be here to play with you. You won't have a playmate forever and ever. Please just untie me so I can play dressup with you. I think you would look absolutely darling in one of those dresses. Don't you think? ,"she said with a smile.

She was scared. The she remembered she had a phone in her back pocket. She was going to have to butt-dial Neru. She squirmed a bit and there she had called Neru. Of course it was silent. But she quickly spoke and then used her butt to turn it back off. It was really challenging.

Neru got the voice mail. She gasped and showed it to Taito. "Hey. Neru... I am scared. Please need help...They cut my hair and I'm tied up. Trying to put me in a dress and might going to kill me. ,"the phone said. It was kind of hard to hear but it was clear enough for Neru and Taito to hear.

[dzetsu]

(That is absolutely impossible, unless your butt is made of hands. And if you can speak through your butthole. O O Whoa. That is one messed up girl.)

Hiyama finally took a final deep breath and dove into the theatre. It was dark, and the light from the movie projector was really distracting. Grasping his tiny hairspray can in his right hand, the teacher rushed towards the group.

Hopefully, he wouldn't have to waste any. He needed his hair to be locked in place, after all! Couldn't go around with messy locks.

Anyways, in the darkness, he saw Ryosuke (Was it Ryosuke? It was hard to tell.) jump up from his seat. As Hiyama approached, he quickly pressed his left palm against the thin man's chest and pushed.

Ryosuke stumbled backwards, trying not to lose his balance. Hiyama seized the opportunity to throw Sanae aside, which was actually a bit unnecessary, but there wasn't ever too much during an epic rescue.

Hiyama had been hoping to grab Ryu and run, but they'd tied the girl to the chair. He tugged at the ropes, but to no avail. He glanced around desperately. Was there nothing he could cut the ropes with?

There! On the table, a small knife glinted in the dim light casted by the playing movie. Unfortunately, in the darkness, Hiyama didn't notice that Sanae was still gripping her butcher knife.

Hiyama grasped the tiny knife and began to saw away at the ropes, glancing around frantically, hoping that he could hurry and get the girl out of her bindings before it was too late.

Ryosuke was only momentarily stunned, and he quickly rushed towards the intruder, trying to stop him from taking away their new friend. Hiyama, without thinking, raised the hairspray and squirted it once.

The mist covered Ryosuke's glasses, but a few wisps bypassed the glass and stung the poor boy's eyes. He let out a hiss of pain and shock and fell to his knees, rubbing at his blinkers in an attempt to make the pain go away.

Then he remembered that rubbing only made things worse. He clenched his arms between his thighs, tears running down his cheeks. Grinding his teeth together, he vaguely wondered if Sanae was alright, but even if she wasn't, there was nothing he could do in this state.

Hiyama didn't want to harm his former student, but it was too late and he continued sawing at the flaxen ropes, making very little progress.

[Chloe]

Haku somehow ended up inside of a dumpster.
"I'm a prom-night dumpster BABY!" She sang.

[ai-shi-te]

After being tossed aside, Sanae had unfortunately hit her head a bit on the back of a seat, making her wince a little, holding onto her head, ignoring the sudden moist feel on her skin. She laid on the
ground for a moment, trying to recollect her composure before slowly struggling to stand up silently, her tight grip still on the handle of her tall butcher knife. From the pain, small tears begged
to leak out as she stood and silently crept up behind her former English teacher. She held onto her butcher knife with both hands and slapped him over with the side of the knife, not actually cutting
him, the sound of a small piece of metal bouncing on the ground could slightly be heard. Slowly breathing, Sana held up the knife in the air and was ready to chop up Hiyama until she took a step
forwards and tripped on top of him instead, her large butcher knife clattering away from her as she slowly pushed herself up on her elbows.

She held her head and shook slightly to readjust her eye sight, not that the dark didn't do it good at all already anyways and stared down at her former teacher through the dim and flashing lights of
the movie being played. Her eyes stared at him in shock and her fingers began to twitch. Flashbacks of her last days of high school flashed in her mind as her eyes began to water. Images of libido
and young male students crossed her mind. You're not my beautiful baby girl anymore! The pain in her heart, remembering those horrible moments... She stared at Hiyama as her tears slowly
began to fall onto him. She dropped back onto him and started crying onto him. Her fingers held onto his shoulders, and perhaps even digging into his arms....

Sanae took deep breaths trying to calm down as she slowly sat up on Hiyama, the twenty three year old stared down at her former sensei with a smirk, her brows lowered as her eyes slightly
narrowed. At first it was a chuckle as she stared down at Hiyama until she started laughing like a mad woman, hovering over Hiyama as her tears fell as her lips laughed as if she had seen the most
funniest thing in the world. Sanae leaned back and laughed out loud, straddling Hiyama before she slowly stopped and stared back down at him. Her wavy bob was now messy and all over the place.
She still had her smirk on as she stared down at him before it slowly disappeared. Staring down at him dully, she swiped her hand across his face swiftly. "You're horrible..." All men were
horrible...there was only one man she could trust now, the boy that Hiyama had sprayed whatever on... "Hidoi desu ne...."

[dzetsu]

Hiyama stared in complete shock, watching as she had cried, then laughed maniacally, and then slapped him before staring at him with cold, hard eyes.

"Hidoi desu ne," she had hissed.

Hiyama swallowed, his spit slightly catching in his throat. This woman... she was terrifying in her own way. Despite the wavy bob-cut and her lacy dress, Hiyama felt that she was truly someone to worry about.

He shook his head. "Hidokunai yo," he mumbled. "Hi-hidokunai."

His eyes did not meet hers. He tried to throw her off, but her hands were tightly gripping his shoulders, her eyes were wide open like a mad woman.

I need to hurry and get Ryu out of here, Hiyama thought to himself. He squeezed his eyes shut. Did he cut those ropes enough for her to escape?

The knife had embedded itself halfway through the thick twine. If Ryu tried hard enough, perhaps she could rip it apart, although there was no doubt she would take a heavy toll on her thin, pale skin, whether she actually escaped at all or not.

[Chloe]

Haku slept in the dumpster.

[lyme]

Daniel Stevens Kurokawa, now 40, walked around the streets and did some very boring things. He stopped by a cake shop and bought a Mont Blanc to eat. Everything he did was completely and probably always irrelevant to the story. But man, his hair was still in that sexy style. Oh yeah. The author shook her head to keep herself from fangirling.

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Taito froze in his spot. No. Way. The strong, cold, don't-mess-with-me Ryu was now captured and unable to fight. How? How did that happen? That wasn't quite important at the moment though. Taito had to remind himself to never trust her strength again. He was obviously overestimating her.

"We have to go, Akita-san." Taito stood up....and sat down again.

"Wait a second... Where IS she? She never said." Well, damn. The first step of the rescue, an they were already stumped.

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Yuki, now 15 had longer pigtails and a still incredibly flat chest. Flat flat flat. Flat as a board. Flatter than a board.

She was doing something unrelated to this roleplay. Okay.