Fine Hirakawa.

Ania was beside me when I woke up. She seem to sleep like a koala, but I could see; she had two cast, one on her arm and the other on her left foot. The room was dark and gave a mysterious aura, the only light that where sadly available where candle lights. Each one on nightstands located opposite from each other beside the king size bed. I turn to look at Ania sleeping face and sighted.

It was my fault we were here, me and my stupid attitude had put us in this mess. I shouldn't have stayed quiet; maybe if I didn't this whole mess would have become avoided. I became the white girl in every scary movie. The one who had found the exits with big bold letter screaming live; but choose the one that scream death!

But for some strange reason this…was kind of normal. Then at the thought I began to doubt my sanity.

"She was giving tranquilizers," A deep masculine voice spoke with authority and power making something within me tremble and melt with the purest of delight," cast where unavoidable; she had a pretty bad fall." He concluded, but I still fix my gaze on the cold hard marble floor.

Let me tell you I could feel the sexual tension, it was not funny. For it didn't matter how much or how deep the desire was; it was just consuming me I needed to see his face;I was scared after all he was my captor but these tormenting feeling didn't want to be stop or forgotten.

Keep your gaze Fine Hirakawa be a big girl.

But curiosity kills the cat, lucky he has 9 lives.

Holding my breath I turn to look at him, my whole world stop; as much of cheesy and corny that might have sound it was nothing but cruel harsh reality. He was beautiful compare to anything in the world.

His slightly tanned skin and his square jaw line almost as wide as long, with straight sides, jaw and cheekbones with the same width. And his light but all over beard complementary with his amazing black as night with dark shades of violet mix modern slick back base on an equally cool undercut hairstyle. I could basically see his fit and ripped 8 pack abs body over his white wife beater and ripped black male skinny jean with his short black combo boots.

His eyes where magnificent shades of light and dark blue with a deep brilliant and dark glow that just sinking you in. Well last but not least he was freaking 6'3 feet tall.

"Take a picture it last longer," He says somewhat cocky with a smirk on his face. I snap out of my trance and blush; I can swear to you right now that my face must be so red now. "I kind of forgot my phone so even if I wanted to take a pic-." I didn't get to finish the sentence as my lips just couldn't move seeing his face mask in awe not really expecting me to reply, but more as if expecting some kind of harsh and crude response.

"I was not-," He bit his lips trying to contain a teasing laugh, but manages to keep a calm serious facade."Never mind come on follow me." He commands with a chuckle walking out of the room. I turn to my left side taking a look at the sleeping Ania who was now open like a starfish. "Be right back; keep it up." I mutter in her hear and saw her lips curve into a smirk.

The Ania Sahara Lee never would she ever sleep in any position other than the soldier.