Chapter One
Ting ting ting.
The bell rung as I knocked out my opponent, Shura, who by the way is a 25 year old male, with a gruesome strength.
They said, this was his first match as a new member of the KK Boyz Gang. A gang I don't know existed. I hissed from the cut in my lips as I staggered trying to balance myself.
"Today's winner from the red corner! Ichigo Tanaka!" the announcer said while raising my hand as a sign of victory.
The brutal match ended epicly, receiving quite a damage on my part leaving broken bones and bruises. I can't hardly breath and stand from the exhaustion.
I grip the enclosing ropes in the ring to be able to stand as I looked at the guy who kidnapped my friend, lying on the floor with his own pool of blood. He put up quite a fight though, and felt sorry for him since the deal would be hell if you lose.
They will surely kill him.
We better get out of here.
Trying to search for Sana, I tilt my head but nausea filled my entirety and I just wanted to puke.
Bang!
What is that? A gunshot?
"Hey Ichigo! Let's get out of here!" Sana's voice shouted behind my back. I tried to keep my eyes open, fighting the fatigue and pain I felt in my battered body.
'Fire! There' s a fire!'
'Who are you?!'
Crash!
'Boss! Let's retreat! They send some guys from the academy!'
Falling down at the side of the ring as a result of my adrenaline from fighting disappeared and all the pain I received from the match keep coming like a shock.
I don't know if I can survive this. This is really trouble.
"Hey! Ichigo! Can you hear me? Please.... Please don't die! We need to get out of here, there's some guys in a uniform-
"I won" I said giggling, feeling her hands shaking me to keep me awake.
I can still hear my heart beating fast as the voice of Sana and my consciousness started to fade away by fatigue.
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The smell of alcohol and medicine woke me up from my slumber as the dull pain I felt in my head keep creeping like a sense of dread.
Looking up to the door as I heard it opening and saw Sana rushing towards me. I smiled at the thought that we're still alive.
"Are you okay? How are you feeling? Should I call the nurse?" she said, concerned filled her voice, worry etched her pretty face as she furrowed her brows.
"I'm fine, just my head" I replied, smiling at her but wince from the movement of my lips. I didn't know I had a cut in my lips. It definitely hurts.
"Okay, stay here, I'll call the nurse and buy you some food" she said and rushed outside.
I tried to lift myself up, sitting in my bed as I stared at the view from my window.
The sun is almost setting up and the beauty of the view gave me the peaceful feeling I wanted.
After a while, the nurse gave me some medicine making me feel drowsy.
Drowning in my thoughts, remembering what happened and the reason why I'm lying in hospital right now.
Sure enough, I can still feel the horror when I received the news from our classmates that they saw Sana being dragged into a van by unknown man and the next thing happened, I panicked and was chasing the car myself, didn't even call for reinforcement. And after a while, the kidnappers decided to stop the vehicle and took me as well.
I know I was an idiot. I don't even know why I did that.
We arrived in a secluded abandon building and we walked until we reached underground, where the gangs all over the country meet and fight for their supremacy.
They gave us a chance to escape though and by fighting one of them and winning is the only choice.
I heard the door opened, revealing Sana, with the takeout food in her hands.
"Here's your food and by the way I met you father downstairs and gave me this" she said handing me the letter.
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Just what the actual fuck is happening?!?
Dad?!?!!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!
I received a letter from my Dad saying he's going to be away for a while and that I needed to go to some boarding school because he already sold the house.
He also draws me a map to the school.
"What? What's written there?" she said while munching down the chicken wings from take out.
"Unbelievable, my dad wanted me to transfer school, and he wants me to go today because he already sold the house" I snorted as I clasped my hand on the roots of my hair from stress.
