As we walked down the busy hallway full of people, it was all I could do not to just scream or turn around and sprint away. It was all I could think about in the car, on the ferry, in the store, and now in this busy, posh-looking skyscraper. There were people everywhere. They were walking, talking, laughing, living. What was I doing? I was just wasting away..

On the ferry, I could've reached out to anyone.

-"Help me~ I whispered to the person to my left. A stranger. A complete stranger, but they were my only hope at an escape. "I've been kidnapped!"

They turned their head over to me, a look of shock and slight disbelief written all over their face.

"Please, you've got to help me!"

Osamu reached over me to cover my mouth and pull him back to his chest. A nervous, but believable smile was painted across his features as he let out a chuckle. "Don't pay any attention to him. He's mentally disturbed and he gets a little excited when we take him out."

"Disturbed!!?"

I'm traumatized!!!

Let me go!!-

That's what could have happened. I could have reached out to anyone on that ferry. I could have stood up and screamed at the top of my lungs that I was a victim of abduction, rape, mental and physical abuse, everything. I could have, but I would be called crazy. Mentally disturbed. Invalid. No one wants to actually see the truly horrifying things, only hear about it.

Even if someone did want to help me, even if they did arrest Osamu and Lance, I wouldn't just be off the hook. I would have to deal with the legal shit that goes along with it. Sure, I could use my name, but think about it: I was born in 1691. A person that matches my description and name probably isn't alive. It would all just be confusion and in the end, I'd probably wind up in Area 51.

What about now though...? It's only Osamu and Marcy since Lance had to take care of some business in this building. If I doubled back and sprinted as fast as I could to the stairs, surely I could loose them. It's a sea of people in here.

I turn my head to look behind myself. My feet slowed to a stop and I let everyone pass around me as I contemplated fighting all this traffic.

There are just people everywhere. It would be like trying to swim against an undertow. They cover the hall and I would never have enough space to get a good sprint in because I'd be trying to push everyone out of the way. By the time I get half way to the stairs, I'd be caught and drug back the direction they're going now...

Someone grabbed my arm, pulling me back the way we were going.

I gasped and turned to see who dragging me.

Marcy.

Of course.

I growled and snatched my arm out of her grasp as I was perfectly capable of following them now.

She snarled and turned around to glare up at me as she reached back out to grab me.

I slapped her hand back. We honestly looked like two children fighting.

"Both of you quit your bickering and just come on! We're almost there." Osamu interjected from a few feet in front of us.

Completely ignoring Marcy, I shoulder checked her as I started returning to Osamu's side. I'm sure I stole a glare from her as I did so.

When I reached him, Osamu took my hand in his, looking at me with raised brows. "If you can't keep up with us, Vigil, I'm not going to bring you back out."

My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed in a mix of embarrassment and fear. My heart sank and I knew he meant business.

His eyes were overwhelmingly brown and bored a hole through my soul. This was the first time I experienced the firm side of Osamu I knew he had. He didn't even say anything bad enough to make me shit bricks. It was the look in his eye. It beckoned me to be good and keep up. Not only that, but the thought of never seeing the light of day again obviously didn't settle well with me.

"Well?"

I gulped and nodded before quickly setting my eyes on the floor.

"..Look at me."

I tightened my lips together and rolled my eyes back up at Osmau's.

His already narrow eyes cut even tighter at me as he drifted from my left eye to my right and back and forth. "..I could swear on a bible that your eyes turn gold sometimes..."

I gulped again.

Vigil.

Slowly peeling away from my hand, Osamu turned to look at Marcy and then began walking again down the hall.

He didn't lie. We weren't far from Lance's office at all. I don't even think we walked a full minute before we reached the door and were ushered in.

Immediately, the hustle and bustle of the outside was muted. It was like we walked right into a dead spot on planet Earth. The silence was deafening.

The room we walking into, however, was elegant. The my right was a hall that led to a closed door. It was a fine wood and looked heavy even from afar.

In front of me to my left was a wall with various pegs for hats and coats that led to a seating area with two leather, but minimalist sofas and a glass coffee table which was shaped like an "L" in front of the sofas before a large window that let in natural light into the room. On top of the table were pots of orchids on either end and a stack of magazines and books next to one. The sofas weren't huddled into the corner where the window and the wall met, so instead of leaving it bare, a tasteful, modern lamp was set there either for decoration or actual light.

Osamu encouraged Marcy and I to walk past the hallway (again, to our rights) over to the sofas.

Marcy seemed like she already knew exactly what this place was and easily settled down on a sofa.

I, however, took a bit longer to traverse the bare, sleeked concrete floor, as I was looking around the foreign, posh office.

Once I passed the wall that divided the hall from the waiting area, I realized that there was an open office area with a woman behind a desk and some shelves on the wall opposite of the window. She was a young thing; long, dark hair that was in a bun. Her brows were ever so slightly pinched together in a scowl, but maybe it was because she was thinking. She was really quite attractive if you like a serious, solemn looking woman.

Behind her, was a large art piece of a dragon. It wasn't a painting, no, it was a mural made completely out of gold. Someone made a cast for the gold and hand carved the details when it had cooled. It was an Asian style dragon with the long, wormy body with the short legs and whiskers. It had a large frame, too. Only God knows how expensive that piece was...

My thirst for the visuals was quenched, so I sat down on the sofa in front of the window. I peered down at the stack of magazines and the orchid in front of me on the coffee table.

It was then that I realized that the pot in which that dainty, magenta orchid was hand painted. It was gray as a base color and had a big, cerulean blue fish painted on it. Under it, was a plate of the same set.

My eyes drifted over to the other pot of the same size and shape with a white orchid. It was gray as well and had a red cock painted on it. No. Not a penis. A cock. A rooster. I'm done explaining.

There was a rustling at the secretary's desk , so I turned my head to look over at her.

"Mr. Takana and two others with him are here, Mr. O'Brien." she announced into her phone. She waited a second, nodding once. "Yes, sir. I will let them know." she said and hung up.

I swallowed, watching her in anticipation. She was obviously referring to Osamu, Marcy and I.

She lifted her head and made eye contact with me and then Osamu. "Mr. O'Brien can see you."

God, she sounds soulless.

Osamu nodded with a smile and stood up with Marcy, to which I obviously followed.

To the hallway we went. It was then that I realized there were paintings on those walls, too. On my left, was a narrow, landscape painting of a fox hunt. It looked traditionally European style from the shading and use of oils. The colors were dull, but still.. believable. It depicted horses and hounds running out of some trees into a meadow, the riders in bright red. I'm sure there were a lot of details I missed, but I quickly scanned it and turned my head to look at the other wall to my right.

On that wall were two paintings: A smaller, landscape and a large portrait. The landscape was a modern. The background was white, but there were overlapping squares and rectangles of many colors arranged on the canvas. Very.. eclectic and minimalist.

The portrait was much more traditional. It was.. not actually a painting at all, but a tapestry. It was off white with a hint of gray. On it, was an image of a heron perched under a tree with march grasses and water in the background. Blue accents were scattered here and there for variety of color.

I looked ahead and went in through the door into the office. The office was quite nice and lit with natural light as well. As soon as we walked in, we were met with Lance's desk with him sitting at it. It was a very dark, very finished wood with two dark brown armchairs in front of it. On the desk was a medium sized bonsai in an oval shaped pot. Its leaves were green and prickly. The soil looked freshly watered, and even had little food pellets in it.

To my right was a wall and on it was a square shaped shelf built into it. I can't be asked to describe it, so I drew it for you:

To my left was the rest of the spacious office that met an end at the window that peered out onto the city of Seattle. Before that, was a large table with some model of a building on it. On the wall that I presumed was the wall with the dragon on the other side, was a dark brown, wooden shelf with books and nic nacs on it, too. On the complete opposite side of the room, right in front of the window was a modern looking wood table with a large bonsai and a pink chrysanthemum perched on it, basking in the.. not sunlight... but light nonetheless.

Osamu pushed me over to the seat next to Marcy. "Have a seat, Vigil."

I sat down quietly in front of Lance, looking at him giving me that uneven smile back at me.

Lance's eyes kept keen on me as he drew in a breath to speak to me. "So how was your little shopping trip? Was it refreshing?" he asked like I was a child.

I pressed my lips into a tight smile, nodding shallowly.

"Was he a good boy?" he asked Osamu, shifting his eyes to look up at him.

Osamu rubbed my shoulder from behind. "He was a very good boy. He didn't talk to a single person or try to run off. He's just very observant of his surroundings."

Lance looked back at me and smiled a little wider, pleased with what Osamu had to say. "An observant boy, huh?"

I blushed lightly out of nerves and looked down with a nod.

"It's so cold and damp outside~" Osamu complained, slipping his warm hand away from my shoulder.

Lance shifted his gaze back to Osamu. Something about him made Lance drop his smile a little.

When I turned my head to look at Osamu, I found him standing in front of the goldfish, watching it drift to and fro.

"You've taken such good care of Aki." he commented as he turned to look at Lance with a wide, dimpled smile.

"I take good care of everything you give me, Osmau." Lance replied flatly.

"I know~" Osamu hummed as he walked around to Lance's desk, "It's just special to me since I got him for our 1 year anniversary."

Lance watched him walk around, following him with his eyes and head. "You know, it's ironic that you'd get me something living for our anniversary, since it implies indirectly that our love is temporary, because, after all, living things must all die at some point."

Osamu frowned and huffed. "You can never just accept a gift! Would you rather me buy you a tortoise that would out live us both???"

The sly smirk wiped across Lance's face which now rested in his left hand strongly suggested that he loved to tease Osamu. It was just plainly written all over his shit eating face.

It was so plain, Osamu noticed it too and his scowl cracked into a smile. "You're mean."

"No~. I think I'm very nice." Lance hummed painfully sarcastically.

"Mhm. Anyway," Osamu started up, walking back around the desk over to me, "don't you think it's time to give Vigil a haircut? This.. whatever it is has gotta go."

"You think so? I thought it was kinda.. unique."

They were both referring to how my hair had grown out to my shoulder on one side and was still short on the other... It embarrassed me...

"It's trashy. Do you honestly want to go to a cocktail party with this?"

Lance raised his brows as he studied my hair and shrugged.

Osamu did not like this answer. "Sometimes I worry about you. His hair is getting fixed and that's final."

Lance flashed his frozen eyes up to Osamu. From across the desk, I could feel his aura turn black and rise slowly like bread around him. It even made it hard for me to breathe.

The scary part is Osamu is completely oblivious..

Then, as quickly as his aura flared, he repressed it, pulling off a fake smile.

"Okay. Whatever you say."

//Hello~. I want to thank all of you who have made it this far ^^. This is the end of season 2. I'm not quite sure when I'll be back with season 3, but I'll let you guys know when I set a date. You all mean the world to me. I know I sound like a broken record, but I really didn't think I'd get so far. You all are my inspiration to keep creating and I hope you realize how much that means to me.

As a goodbye ((for now)) present, I drew you guys up some concept art! I felt like I never really described them all in great enough detail and that I could never do them justice, so I wanted to give you all a visual. I hope you enjoy ^^.

Lance:

Osamu:

Couldn't help myself:

Marcy:

And finally, our bois Sai/Vigil:

I'll see you all in the next season~!!

I purple you all!