Mion blinked her eyes as the darkened room started to come into focus, the only light from a flashlight left on the nearby bed. Her head felt funny, more so than she'd come to expect with the... things she'd had done to her, but she found her hands restrained. In fact, now that her head had cleared some, she realized that she couldn't move at all.
Panic started to rise in the Sonozaki heiress as she fought against the binds tying her wrists, ankles to a chair by ripped up bed sheets. One strip of cloth lashed her by the neck to the chair, giving her an uneasy sense of deja vu, spreading from the pit of her stomach.
How had they gotten her? Naturally she would have thought the nurses would have come to sedate her like last time, but she didn't remember them coming this time. She'd been sitting in her room, Celes already left for her nightly adventures (so much cooler than the time she'd agreed to have by staying in her room to recuperate), and she remembered hearing a knock on her door. The green-haired girl's mind tried to pull to the fore the face of the one that had been on the other side of the door.
Arlene? No... she was of doing something dangerous and... The girl's eyes widened. Was Arlene the one behind this? She admitted to having such a shady past and who wouldn't want to get their hands on the next head of a family as powerful as the Sonozaki's? No, no... she couldn't think that about her friend, someone who wanted to make her stronger. No, her friends wouldn't do something like this! Get a grip, Mion!
The door to the room behind Mion opened and the girl went rigid, fearing who it could be and what they were going to do to her. It had to be an enemy, these sick people were invading their rooms now. There was no way it was... no way... Her eyes went wide in shock and a mixture of fear as she heard a familiar voice humming a pleasant tune.
“R-rena... W-what are you doing?” Mion finally stuttered the question out after she heard her friend (or was she) set a bag down on the desk. She turned her head as far as she could, but still couldn't catch sight of the redhead.
The humming stopped. “Shush, Mii-chan,” was the reply. “You'll know soon enough.”
The captive girl struggled against her bindings to no avail. It was as if Rena had been taking lessons from Satoko about the proper way to tie knots. She froze and went stiff as a board as she felt Rena's presence get closer and suddenly there were fingers in her hair. In her hair. She didn't want anyone touching her head, even someone she'd thought was her best friend, especially since Rena knew what'd happened. That was it! She shouldn't have told the redhead what happened. Maybe this was another plan by those evil doctors and they'd brainwashed Rena!
This train of thought, which had been going so well, stopped abruptly when Mion felt the hands replaced by a brush as Rena began brushing the long green locks out, having seemingly already removed the band tying her hair up while she was unconscious. Was this some new kind of torture that even her grandmother didn't know of... or was this... Rena being Rena? Now that she thought about it, the girl did sometimes stare at her hair, as well as Shion's, longer than was normal every now and then.
The brush continued through her hair, the whole experience of being tied up and then groomed was a little too weird, so Mion tried to laugh the situation off. Maybe that would get Rena to let her go. “Hahaha! Rena-chan, I didn't know you liked my hair that much,” she said, her words coming out lighter and more confident than she felt – her typical cover. “You know, if you untie me, we can go find Rika-chan and Hanyuu-chan and then we can have a hairstyling contest.” Yes, she was stretching, but she was starting to really get scared as she felt her hair being parted down the middle... again. “We can give each other crazy hair styles and whichever one is the lamest will get a penalty game...”
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Panic started to rise in the Sonozaki heiress as she fought against the binds tying her wrists, ankles to a chair by ripped up bed sheets. One strip of cloth lashed her by the neck to the chair, giving her an uneasy sense of deja vu, spreading from the pit of her stomach.
How had they gotten her? Naturally she would have thought the nurses would have come to sedate her like last time, but she didn't remember them coming this time. She'd been sitting in her room, Celes already left for her nightly adventures (so much cooler than the time she'd agreed to have by staying in her room to recuperate), and she remembered hearing a knock on her door. The green-haired girl's mind tried to pull to the fore the face of the one that had been on the other side of the door.
Arlene? No... she was of doing something dangerous and... The girl's eyes widened. Was Arlene the one behind this? She admitted to having such a shady past and who wouldn't want to get their hands on the next head of a family as powerful as the Sonozaki's? No, no... she couldn't think that about her friend, someone who wanted to make her stronger. No, her friends wouldn't do something like this! Get a grip, Mion!
The door to the room behind Mion opened and the girl went rigid, fearing who it could be and what they were going to do to her. It had to be an enemy, these sick people were invading their rooms now. There was no way it was... no way... Her eyes went wide in shock and a mixture of fear as she heard a familiar voice humming a pleasant tune.
“R-rena... W-what are you doing?” Mion finally stuttered the question out after she heard her friend (or was she) set a bag down on the desk. She turned her head as far as she could, but still couldn't catch sight of the redhead.
The humming stopped. “Shush, Mii-chan,” was the reply. “You'll know soon enough.”
The captive girl struggled against her bindings to no avail. It was as if Rena had been taking lessons from Satoko about the proper way to tie knots. She froze and went stiff as a board as she felt Rena's presence get closer and suddenly there were fingers in her hair. In her hair. She didn't want anyone touching her head, even someone she'd thought was her best friend, especially since Rena knew what'd happened. That was it! She shouldn't have told the redhead what happened. Maybe this was another plan by those evil doctors and they'd brainwashed Rena!
This train of thought, which had been going so well, stopped abruptly when Mion felt the hands replaced by a brush as Rena began brushing the long green locks out, having seemingly already removed the band tying her hair up while she was unconscious. Was this some new kind of torture that even her grandmother didn't know of... or was this... Rena being Rena? Now that she thought about it, the girl did sometimes stare at her hair, as well as Shion's, longer than was normal every now and then.
The brush continued through her hair, the whole experience of being tied up and then groomed was a little too weird, so Mion tried to laugh the situation off. Maybe that would get Rena to let her go. “Hahaha! Rena-chan, I didn't know you liked my hair that much,” she said, her words coming out lighter and more confident than she felt – her typical cover. “You know, if you untie me, we can go find Rika-chan and Hanyuu-chan and then we can have a hairstyling contest.” Yes, she was stretching, but she was starting to really get scared as she felt her hair being parted down the middle... again. “We can give each other crazy hair styles and whichever one is the lamest will get a penalty game...”