Those Yearning for Freedom
@queenofclockwork
The Third Piece.
It was a term the hushed voices in the hallways were uttering more and more frequently, and Ruri shuddered. “At last, we’ve obtained the Third Piece.”
Her guards had been whispering an alarmingly similar term to one another after her own capture, and such wretched déjà vu could only mean one thing: Another girl had just met the same fate and thus, the Professor’s despicable plan had progressed even further.
Four ‘Pieces’, four boys sharing the same face- four dimensions- it wasn’t all too difficult to add two and two together. She had to be more alert than ever, had to refine her facade of docility to the utmost extent, and so, she mustered up an even brighter smile when the guards brought her food or a new change of clothes, at times alternated by a soft and pitiful 'I’m so lonely’ - and mere days later, an unconscious girl sharing her face was carried to her golden cage and placed on a bed delivered shortly before.
“For the Professor to grant such a selfish wish of mine… please convey my sincerest gratitude to him.”
For the first time ever since her capture, her eyes lit up as she smiled at her captors. Finally, her plans to escape were becoming more than just wishful thinking.
“What’s her name?” “Rin.” “Rin… how beautiful...”
Dignified, severe, cold- a fitting name for her future ally; these were the thoughts coursing through Ruri’s mind as sat next to the girl’s bed, waiting for her to open her eyes.