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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

She nodded and stood with his help, following him with her hand in his. She could keep this up, if things stayed how there were now, she could manage this.
 
He took her up the basement stairs and lead her to the bathroom, "I'll go get your clothes, I'll be right back." He smiled before he left.
 
Amaya stood in the bathroom for a moment after he left, looking around before moving to turn on the water to heat it up. She struggled with the faucet for a moment before figuring it out. The window didn’t seem to be nailed shut, but she had no idea where she was. It didn’t matter, she needed to gain his trust more before trying anything.
 
After a moment, there was a knock, "Here, Amaya-chan," the door cracked and Aoto pushed some clothes through; they looked like a mix of her usual streetwear and what she modeled in, "I'm not going to peek, that would be rude."
 
Amaya moved over and took the clothes through the cracked door, setting them on the counter. “Thank you, Aoto-kun..”
 
Amaya frowned softly, moving back to the shower and undressing before stepping inside. Would she have a chance of dropping something out the window to leave scent traces for Sasuke to find without Aoto finding it? Blood would alert him immediately, but maybe not hair or a piece of her clothing. Still the chance for Sasuke to pick up the scent was low, and she still risked being caught if he heard the window open.
 
He was sure to be looking everywhere, and he was bound to catch her scent from the cafe and follow it far enough. She had to try, but what could she sacrifice to leave her scent?
 
Amaya collected the hair that fell out while she showered, saving as much as she could before setting it aside. With the shower still running she took the hair to the window, carefully and slowly opening it to drop the clump of hair outside before quietly shutting the window.
Once done with her shower, she dried off and dressed in the clothes Aoto gave her before leaving the bathroom.
 
She smiled and nodded, the same chipper look on her face. “Much better, thank you, Aoto-kun!”
 
Amaya made a noise, acting like she was thinking. “How about something sweet like pudding or mochi?” Truth be told Amaya didn’t care much for sweets, but it didn’t really matter what she ate right now.
 
"Oh, I didn't know you liked those," he said thoughtfully but nodded all the same, "ok! I'll be back in a bit, then! I'm trusting you to be by yourself."
 
She nodded and smiled more. “I’ll manage by myself for a bit.” She said. “But don’t take too long, I’ll get lonely.”
 
This had to be a trap, something to try and test her. Amaya wouldn’t bite.
She wandered the house, looking around making mental notes of the layout. Once she had, she sat down in front of the tv and turned it on. It was another waiting game, one that was so obvious it almost hurt.
 
Aota was back after a while, a grocery bag in hand. This continued for a while; Aota would let her shower and she would slip out som of her hair before he would let her sit in the house by herself.
 
Amaya didn’t try to escape, only kept up her act of willing captive. She was safe for now, so long as Aoto didn’t try anything with her, but he seemed more than thrilled to simply have her there.
 
He seemed pretty contented, talking with her like they had been friends for years. His mood was starting to shift, however, he was starting to become a little wary and suspicious.
 
Amaya set her hand on his knee, frowning softly. “Something seems off, Aoto-kun, is something wrong? Did I do something to make you angry?”
 
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