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He didn't answer the girl's first question due to the nature of the situation still sinking. Kodaka had kidnapped his partner from school. His partner from school was in the gang his hand was enemies with. And the worst part of all was, he had forgotten to hide his face. He could have easily not responded had she not seen him, but it seemed as if he was running out of luck.

Yumi pouting was the thing that strangely brought him to his senses. It seemed as if she was trying to convince herself that this wasn't happening, but it was. Kodaka didn't respond to her question once again, his features appearing solemn. It just had to be her, it couldn't have been anyone else. Heck, he would have taken the rival gang leader on rather than have to face one of his classmates.

"Lucky me," He mumbled this to himself after she finished speaking. He had a tendency of talking to himself, one that was shown when he was under duress. Kodaka couldn't decide what to do. Should he go against the gang and set her free or should he simply go as planned? Decisions, decisions, decisions. Oh, how he hated decisions.

What made it even worse was the fact that she seemed to be smiling. Why would she smile? Did she know something he didn't? "Y-y-yumi..." It took him a moment to wipe away the look of a confused child and put up the emotional wall he had around him. "Guess you're right, we're on opposite sides." He laughed a bit. "Quite ironic actually, I was planning on leaving the gang after this one last..." He didn't finish that sentence. It wouldn't do him any good. He wasn't leaving anytime soon regardless of what he did. He'd have to end up making vital decisions, something that he was terrible at, or die a painful death.

There were no visible torture tools in the room, they were all in a different room. The room itself was neat and clean, meticulously cleaned. Not a single strand of hair was on the floor. That's because this room had been prepared by Kodaka himself. Had someone else been doing this job, the room would have been dirty and there would have been weapons scattered around. "..." He wanted to say anything to break the silence, but he couldn't bring himself to decide on what to say. Decisions, decisions, decisions.