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• 6th Person gets: Chained to my muse for three days

Hakuba wasn’t sure how they ended up like this. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his bed  He knew that he had fallen asleep there, he remembered setting his alarm for school the next day. He also wrote a memo to himself, to remind himself to hit the lab to look up a few things that had been bugging him.

Hakuba had then woken up somewhere, what looked to be a hotel room, feeling groggy. It almost felt like a hang over – he’d only even had one hang over in his whole life, but he never wanted one again. His eyes were crusted with sleep, his head was throbbing and his tongue was as dry as sand paper.

That was when he noticed the chain and shackle, a shackle that seemed to have no opening. And the person he was shackled too, who seemed to be sleeping, blissfully unaware of their situation.

Kuroba Kaito.

It… probably hadn’t been the best idea to the out so late. Really, after that time he was kidnapped by that crazy robot-maker, one would think the magician would be a lot more cautious of being out alone at all.

But he liked being out, and night was always peaceful. Crowds and light were great of course, but a part of him did like the cooler, quieter time after the sun had dipped below the horizon and the moon looked down instead, especially the closer it got to a heist. Definitely the thief part of him there, though it had been true even before he’d taken up the mantle. It had just become a more prevalent habit afterward. Wasn’t like he expected many random people to just up and knock him over the head all the time. Weren’t there supposed to be reports when that sort of thing was going on, or did all of his luck go into everything other than keeping him out of dangerous situations in the first place?

…Regardless, Kaito didn’t exactly have much of a chance to fight back when an arm suddenly reached from behind him out of nowhere and snaked around his shoulders to pull him back, another coming around to press a cloth to his face. Instantly, his eyes went wide and he instinctively took a breath at being caught off guard… which he instantly regretted as he got a small lungful of something cold and sickeningly sweet smelling, immediately leaving him dizzy with spots dancing in his vision, his efforts to pull the arm away and get free weaker. The brunet still tried to struggle, not breathe in any more, but as unprepared as he was, and already having taken in some of it, he didn’t last long, arms going slack as his eyelids fell and darkness overtook him.

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When consciousness started coming back, the teen almost wanted to just go back to sleep. His head was aching and a wave of nausea passed through him as he shifted, a hoarse groan coming from his throat. Ow… Getting whacked over the head was almost more preferable than this…

He frowned as the memories of what had happened slowly came back, and he had to resist the urge to panic and immediately jolt up and assess what had happened as a spike of adrenaline shot through him when he realised he’d been drugged and was likely not somewhere he knew. Definitely wouldn’t be smart right now… A small, sluggish check to see if he could move his arms and legs told him that he wasn’t tied up, at least.

…For the most part.

The magician slowly slowly blinked his eyes open to check the unexpected weight and uncomfortable feel of metal, but froze when he noticed that there was another person. An unexpectedly very familiar person.

“…‘akuba…?”

The voice was uncharacteristically scratchy for the brunet as he did try and sit up now, another small groan sounding before he shut his eyes again and laid back down. Yeah. Best not to get up. At least not until he felt like he could do it without wanting to vomit.