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Miko stormed into her room and slammed the door.
"I can't take this anymore!", she shouted, knowing that no one but Rukio would be paying any attention to her. They never did.
This party had been the final straw. She had been paraded around like some kind of trophy, just so that it made her parents look good. True, they had done that with Leia as well, but Miko was older. So she would make a better impression.

Yeah right. All she had wanted to do was to tell her parents to leave her alone and let her do what she wanted. Of course that would never happen...

That wasn't why she was mad though. Her mother had done the unthinkable. She had been talking about marriage. Miko was 17, so in her mother's opinion she was old enough to be married. That suggestion was met with a lot of opposition. Hence Miko's current tantrum.
Perhaps...it would be best if...we left? Our abilities would be put to better use outside, would they not?

True...and it's not like they'll miss me. They have Leia, right? They can make her into a doll, for all I care..., Miko replied, quickly grabbing her bag and stuffing clothes into it, along with anything else she thought she would need.
Money...passport...Dad's credit card...
What? You're not seriously going to take that, are you? For being so immature, Rukio still had some morality.
Why not? He said I could use it in emergencies. I think this qualifies, don't you Rukio?
Point taken..., Rukio relented, and allowed Miko to take the card.

"Right then, time to go...I guess...", Miko almost sounded sad at the thought of leaving, but her mind was set. She was still wearing the dress from the party, so no one thought anything of her wandering through the room with her bag. Her parents were busy anyway, so they definitely wouldn't notice.

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A few hours later, Miko had submitted to the idea that she was completely lost. She had never really been out in the city, not without her parents at least. And certainly not at night.
She heard something behind her and she spun round. Then froze. In front of her was a group of men, staring at her like she was some kind of rarity. In a way she was, her obviously rich appearance was unusual in this part of the city.
"...W-what do you want?", she asked, trying to sound tough, but her voice shook too much for that.
"What do you think, titch? You know...you're pretty cute...for a pixie.", the man directly in front of her, the one Miko assumed was the leader, stepped forward as he spoke, and motioned for the others to move, forming a loose circle around Miko.
She was so busy focusing on the man in front of her that she didn't notice one of them come up behind her and grab her arms. She tried to struggle, forgetting all about Rukio in her panic.
Miko remembered something that she had been told if something like this was to happen. She was to scream, as loud as she could. she wasn't sure what good it would do, but it was all she could think of right now.
"Lemme go! Lemme go! Help me! Someone please help!", she yelled, before the leader came closer, clamping his hand over her mouth.
"Damn girl, you can screech...won't do much good now though. No one'll come."