You awoke as though from a pleasant dream. The mattress you were on was soft...but where were you? Panic coursed through you and your first thought was that you must be in some sort of basement. There was no way of telling. It was dark and there was something cold and metallic around your ankle, undoubtedly you had been chained up. You're unsure how long exactly you were there, but you were hungry and thirsty. After what seemed like way too long, you heard a noise from behind the wall you were chained to, like a door opening. Then you must've been taken to a basement.

There were noises that you couldn't determine, then a lamp was lit. It was electric, no setting things on fire for little y/n if Ichigo could help it. He smiled at you, and placed the lamp near you. It would be in your best interests not to attack your captor, but a sense of irrationality won, and you were yelling at him to let you go, all futile efforts of course. "Now now, y/n, or I'll turn the lamp off," he warned, which shut you up, since you figured if anything he would have an advantage in the dark.

"People will look for me, you know, when I don't show up at work, they'll put you in jail," and his smile didn't waver.

"They'll be looking for you alright, since you're a wanted criminal," as you were about to argue again, "long story short, I set your workplace on fire."

You were stunned, then argued some more, which Ichigo was growing tired of. "Let me ask you something, did you ever change your address officially?" you remained silent. "So no one knows you've been staying with me, let me ask you another thing, did you ever show anyone that design you made for me?" You nodded triumphantly.

"Yes, I did! So they'll come looking for you, becau-"

"But did you tell anyone who it was for?" No, you had just presented it as one of your designs, with no context to it. "Would people think it was you if I wore it while I burned the place down?" You couldn't win, as far as anyone was concerned, you and Ichigo never met.

"Are you... are you even really blind?" You asked coldly. He laughed,

"of course I am! Why do you think I'm so good at what I do?" He took off the bag he was wearing, and took out a bottle of water and a container, most likely containing some food. "Here, this should last you for today, I'll feed you regularly so don't worry."

"What about... uh... the bathroom?" You asked shyly. He tilted his head, and gave you a confused look.

"Well, I suppose you'll just have to make do," he looked at your horrified face, then laughed, "I'm joking, I'll take you three times a day after meals. Speaking of which..." he pushed the water and container closer to you.

"I'm not touching that." He sighed.

"If you're so stubborn, I'll take the lamp away, and neither of us want that, I want to look at you some more."

"So you aren't blind!"

"Don't be ridiculous. You know nothing about CVI do you?" You of course shook your head. "It's not a defect of the eyes, it's to do with the part of the brain that interprets what your eyes see. I can only see... you." You didn't seem to believe it. "Well, it's the truth, so that's that... but you'd better get eating, I'm not very patient, so if you don't hurry up I won't take you to the bathroom."

He watched you while you ate, you knew he was. "You really think people will find you?" You nodded weakly. "Alright, take a good guess, you only get one, I'll tell you if you're correct, where are we right now?"

"In your basement," he smiled and shook his head so slightly it was probably just to himself.

"Silly y/n, I don't even have a basement. Either way, if you're done, I'll take you to the bathroom now, you can even have a shower if you'd like." You liked the idea of a shower, but not if Ichigo would be in the room with you. "I know what you're thinking, I'll give you your privacy, but you have to give me mine, so don't take this blindfold off until I say you can. Also, don't bother trying to escape, I'll hear you, and all my windows are made of really strong glass."

With fear of the threat which was essentially: 'I'll watch you shower', you kept the given blindfold on until you were permitted to take it off. "I'll give you five minutes, then I'll give you towels and a change of clothes, alright?" And after nodding, you went into the bathroom, cursing yourself for not asking Ichigo for a lock when you moved in with him.

Your place of captivity needed to be somewhere in his house, since this was his bathroom. You were pretty sure he was bluffing about it not being the basement, since where else did crazy arsonists keep their victims?

Once you finished and washed your hands, you were given your towels and clothes. When the blindfold was tied around your eyes once again, you asked the question pending on your mind. "What if I get my period?" Ichigo looked like he wasn't expecting that, then laughed, it was amazing how light-heartedly he was taking all of this, but then again he wasn't the one being held prisoner. "I'll just have to pay you extra visits to comfort you through the pain,"

that wasn't the answer you wanted, but as long as you were provided with sanitary products and an occasional painkiller you could manage. Now that you were less freaked out, obviously still very disturbed, but more calm, you looked at your new room more carefully. It was small, claustrophobic even, but contained most of your things, of course lacking any contact to the outside world such as your phone.

What you failed to find was a door. "Come on, y/n, I have to chain you up again, nothing personal, but I can't trust you too much yet."

Without much thought, you spouted the question that you probably should've asked first: "Are you going to kill me?" Ichigo gave you a deadpanned look, and shook his head violently.

"Kill you? Why would I kill you? I've just found you again, I'm keeping you here for the sake of our relationship. It'll be a bit awkward for a while... but you'll get used to it, I promise." He smiled as though he hadn't committed at least three different crimes in one day.

"Any description of the criminal?" She was lying on a hospital bed, your boss, blind after that incident, though lucky to be alive.

"I couldn't see their face, but their clothes... I've seen them before. One of our apprentices here handed that design in, I can't remember who, but it's still on our system." Though why would anyone want to wear something that so easily points the blame in their direction? Though not everyone has a knack for remaining under the radar, many criminals feel the need to make their crimes known by having some form of calling card.

"I'll need all your information on y/n l/n then."