SNOW ON SAHARA

Story by: Ryuamakusa4eva
Written by: Gasian Gaond

Summary: Lost out in the desert. If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track, I'll be the moon that shines on your path. The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above...for snow to fall on the Sahara.

Disclaimer: Ryu and Gasian both own each other *shot to death* ...no, we don't own the godlike K-ON.

A/N: Hello! This is our first Mitsu story through collaboration!

Mostly, this is written by Gasian, but I (Ryuamakusa4eva) also wrote it, although a bit, but I'm more into planning/making the story, since Gasian is better at writing.

I hope you'll enjoy our story!

It might be an ordinary rainy night for any resident of the peaceful town of Ivanhoe.

But for a certain girl...it wasn't.

She was running as fast as she could through the slippery streets of the unfamiliar small town, her feet stabbed endlessly by horrible coldness.

Behind every shadow of the lamp post lurked the fear she never dared to set eyes on. Bits of her common sense left her with every step...

Her heart beat faster than she ran, but she kept running...and running...with her mind never cease screaming...

Faster...faster...!

She ran as if she were being chased by a thousand wild animals. She ignored the pain that pierced the wound on her head, trying to forget how she had been concussed repeatedly, how she was slapped so hard that the fingers left burning marks on her cheeks, how her clothes had been inhumanely stripped off her body, how everything that was previously perfect in her life came to a horrifying, tragic end...

Monsters...they are all monsters...

She had lost everything...

And so it crossed her mind...

I want to die...

I want to die anywhere but here...

And with that raging thought controlling her whole mind...she led herself, almost like a zombie, to the nearest building with a sign which her nearly insane brain could perceive as her final destination before heaven, if it really hadn't lost its ability to read alphabetical letters...

POLICE STATION

"The message has finally come through... those fucking pimps...they really are in this town."

"...How's the girl...?"

"Bad. The doctor's managed to fix her. He said she's totally out of condition thanks to one of those worst concussions. We're lucky if she still remembers anything about herself."

"...So this girl really was concerned in...?"

"Don't jump to conclusions. We'll ask her once she wakes up."

"Bah, right now she's in no condition to speak. 'Sides, it's obvious. Asian chick, big breasts, worn-out clothes, fainted in front of a police station? You're really dead now. You said this area will always be free of traffickers and look at how you came through..."

"Right, right, just go on with the fascinating speech, genius."

The argument felt so foreign in the ears of the half-conscious girl when she struggled to open her eyes. Pieces of her senses began to come back together...and the pleasant smell of the hospital room bathed her mind.

She just...smelled...

The girl couldn't believe it.

She is still alive...

And she could still see.

She glanced to her right, noticing two huge figures in similar black uniform, one was apparently lecturing the other for being so "condescending".

The girl narrowed her eyes. Kon-de-su...?

Wait, how come couldn't she understand a word they were saying...? And why were those two people so huge...? And did she just see a glimpse of blond...hair...?

As she blinked a few times, the two women suddenly realized she had awakened. They hurriedly came up to her with a concerned expression on their faces.

They were clearly nothing like the common people in the girl's country.

Blond hair. Blue eyes.

Why...? How come...? What was happening...? Where am I...?

It seemed like they mistook her surprised and confused expression as a frightened one.

"It's alright, don't worry..." one of them carefully asked, "Can you speak English...?"

Now she really was confused.

"Okay, just as I thought..." the woman sighed, trying to find a way to overcome the language barrier, "Selene...do you understand body language...?"

"Do I look like I do...?"

"Well you do look like a clown."

Getting tired of listening to an argument she didn't even understand, the girl decided to speak up, albeit weakly.

"Excuse me..."

The two policewomen stopped arguing in an instant. Then they whispered something to each other that the girl thought meant 'Japanese...'

She stayed silent for a while, listening to the faint footsteps from the outside. Now was not the time to ask where she was and how she ended up there. Now that she was given a chance to stay alive, she had to tell them something much more important...

"Please, I need to speak to someone who understands Japanese," she begged, "I have to tell you...who did this to me...you have to chase him..."

But they just stayed quiet. The sound of the footsteps from the outside grew louder.

"Please!" she repeated, almost screaming now, "You have to understand...! You have to catch him before it's too late...! That...that...Japanese guy who did that THING to me...he's...he's...he's short and has brown hair and brown eyes, and a scar on his right cheek...! ! !"

The sound of the footsteps from the outside stopped abruptly.

The women didn't notice this, until there was a knock on the door.

"Who's that?"

"Officer Clarke?"

"Just open it, Selene..."

Selene scowled at her partner before she turned the handle and opened the door.

...To reveal a young man with messy brown hair.

He was wearing something that people wouldn't really expect to see from an ordinary hospital visitor: a black formal suit and a pair of Gucci sunglasses.

The two policewomen's jaws dropped.

None of the people inside the room said anything to this bizarre guest...

Ignoring the unwelcoming glares, he casually walked inside, removed his glasses and spoke in fluent Japanese.

"Do you need a translator...?" He looked at the girl on the bed straight in the eye. "...I'm right on your service."

The two policewomen gaped like an idiot.

The man was immediately recognizable as a Japanese as soon as he opened his glasses. A ray of hope came for the girl. She almost shouted in happiness, but her words vanished midway through her throat.

This person (this suspicious person) who offered his help to her, was none other than a man in her eyes.

A man.

Any living human being who possessed an everlasting thirst for women.

...Torturing them... raping them...murdering them...

"Are you alright?" a deep, clear voice interrupted her spinning thoughts.

The girl's head shot up. "Uh, uhm, yeah..." Her face paled.

She didn't want to see a man yet. It was still far too painful. Not after everything she had just experienced. Ironically, her only lifeline at that crucial moment...was a man.

She forced her voice to come out. "S-Sir, I need you to- -"

"Ah, before that, let me confirm this first..." His face hardened as he put back his glasses. "The Japanese guy, is short, has dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a scar on his right cheek?"

She could see a glimpse of his eyes squinting through his sunglasses.

"Y...Yes..."

She could see the man clenching his hand, then he spun his head to the two policewomen. "Officers, give me the details of her case immediately. You don't need to concern yourself with this girl any longer, I'm going to take care of her."

The blond woman finally regained her senses and raised an eyebrow. What she was thinking behind that annoyed face was evident, who the hell was this arrogant little...kid who suddenly came budging into a room under her authority as if he were the most important person in the world? Her partner was a bit more honest, she stepped forward to come up against him. "Who authorized you to- -"

With a simple, yet graceful move, he took out an ID from his pocket, "I'm an FBI special agent, and this case is now under my jurisdiction."

True enough, even in this distance with her still slightly blurry eyes, the girl could see the shining word "FBI" attached on the ID he just shoved out to them.

"Don't forget to bring me any documents that are concerned with the issues of human trafficking in this town."

Both of the policewomen were stunned and speechless. They were hesitant at first, but in the end they gave him an apologetic look before they went out to do as he had instructed.

Thus the young man and the girl were left alone inside the ward.

The fact made the girl shiver. Now she really wished she hadn't tried to ask for his help. She wanted the two kind ladies back. She didn't care even if Selene and her friend were more concerned with her strange Japanese than in what she was really trying to inform. All she wanted was to get them back, but her voice had dried up because of fear.

Her hands were suddenly clenching the bed sheet, her shoulders trembling. It seemed like everything was coming back to her. Alone with the man reminded her of the most dreadful thing, the thing that have ended the perfect life she once had. And now, she was scared, so scared of the sadistic creature who had done that thing which shall never be condoned to her. Namely...a man.

Was it even possible for her to confide anything to a man for the rest of her life due to her fears...? At this moment she might be in the process of developing a phobia of almost anything. Even claustrophobia, after she had been confined in a dark, eerie room for too long...

The more time she spent with this man, the worse the condition of her mind became. She would do anything to get away from this room, to get away from any room where there was only her and a man inside.

Or even better, to get away from this life...

The young man looked at her, his eyebrows raised when he realized that she looked so frightened at his presence, then he frowned. A sigh escaped his lips before he approached her. The girl flinched and backed away, trying to keep as much distance as possible between them.

He stared at her frightened figure. "He...left a trauma alright." He looked away for a bit before fixing his sharp eyes back at her. "Calm down, girl. What's your name?"

She jumped in surprise at the question. "A..Akiyama M-Mio..." she answered with a stutter.

He stared again at her with almost no emotion that the girl was able to read, but for the first time ever, it attracted the girl's attention.

...Was it concern...

...or hatred...?

...or...

"...I'm Tainaka Ritsu."

...something else...?

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Straight pairing?

...please remember what I (Ryuamakusa4eva)said at my previous fanfic where I told you the summary of this fanfic

no matter what, lily Mitsu is the most beautiful flower (pun intended), and I dun want to ruin that, it's a sacred thing LOL.

Anyways...there goes the prologue, I hope Gasian and I can finish the first chap soon.

I hope you'll R&R!