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Okay I got this idea while watching South Pacific~ You looked up at the bored for your voice class telling info that you would need to know for the week. It said that you were working in partners for a show that you were required to be in. There was a list of who your partners were, 'hmmm lets here' you think as you skim through the list looking for your name. Your finger runs through the list of names and you found yours near the bottom, you quickly look across and see the name 'Alfred Jones'. Your heart skipped a beat. You were with the cutest and most popular guy in you entire class. You were happy yet worried for two reasons, one becaus

"Hey, dude, you're finally here!" Alfred shouts as he grabs your arm, yanking you into an embrace. Your cheeks heat up; you've been one-sidedly in love with him for nearly half a year. There are plenty of other girls who are in love with him too (and plenty who just want to fuck him), but you're surprised that he pays attention to you. You're way too shy and quiet, and you're terrible at expressing your emotions and you are too much a Grammar Nazi (though you'd never say that out loud in front of Ludwig; he'd probably gas you) and you still can't believe Alfred likes being your friend. Which is why you'd never confess to him. "Hey, where's

You started squirming more when you heard voices coming from across the… wherever you were. You stopped when you were suddenly set down on your feet roughly. 'Ow… kind of unnecessary…' You listened hard, but couldn't make out anything- you could only hear the sounds floating across the gap. You jumped suddenly when you heard Honda mutter something. "Wang. Do you have the bluff gun to use on Miss (Name)?" "Of course aru," you heard the Chinese man reply. "And Braginski, make sure she is nice and visible," Honda ordered. "Da!" Ivan piped up cheerily. You groaned. You could practically hear the Yakuza boss smirking at you. W

The next morning you feel awful. Your head hurts, your eyes are sore, and you're hungry. You sit in the corner of your cell facing the wall, hugging your knees close to your chest. You are nearly alseep when someone taps one of the cell bars, trying to get your attention. You ignore them, so they tap harder. 'Hey!' the person, well, man, whispers. Again, you don't respond. 'I got somethin' for ya' they say, a little louder than last time. Irritated, you deathglare them from over your shoulder.  It's that monstrous slayer from afore. Only this time, he doesn't look as sinister. Instead of all that smart armour, he is wearing a cotton long-