I've always wanted to do a hurt/comfort fic! And cutting is a very personal subject to me, so I'm excited to do this, and hoping it will be good, angst or hurt/comfort was never my forte, fluff was...and so as I adore this pairing, but I've never seen fanfics for them...so I'll make one story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing expect for the plot-line.


To Neru, the world had been void of color, nothing mattered. She lost every speck of hope so long ago. She had been raped, abused and hurt. Her heart was broken and there was continuous rape and abuse. What did she do to deserve this?

She was a good child, got everything she wanted, a bit spoiled, but she had a good heart. She, at this moment, she was naked, laying on the cold stone floor of the closet, afraid to get out of there, afraid of bumping into him.

Fear has risen in her so much that she could start crying, but if she ran away it would only get worse, and for some reason, she still loved him. So much. He was always so drunk, everytime she saw him for these last years. She loved him too much to let go, no matter how unhealthy this love was.

The door opened and she huddled together holding herself. She whimpered, "Ted...I'm sorry...don't hurt me for hiding." She shivered, scared. Hot tears ran down her face. Her arms and legs had been covered in countless scars, and her body had bruises all over. Her cheek had a red slap mark planted there with a fresh cut printed on her other cheek.

The boy looked at her with pity. He knew Ted had been acting up lately, and over drinking, so he came to check on his girlfriend. He only heard of her from Ted, he never talked to her, or seen her, but he didn't know what he was expecting. In a gentle voice, he reached out and stroked the girl's hair, "Don't cry over him. I'll help you."

Her once soft, amber, life-filled eyes were now as empty's as a doll. He smiled reasurringly and the girl sniffled. She nodded. Anything to get away from here. She loved Ted so much, but this is not what she needed. Was she going to regret this later? Would he find her? None of that mattered, had she found a new hope? Something to believe in after all these years? Maybe. The twenty-three year old sniffled.

"He's not worth crying over." He said as he gave her his coat.

She hid behind him. She was afraid. Should she trust this stranger? Was he going to help her? Or was it finds be like Ted all over again? Questions ran through her mind once more. Though, she had a feeling, he was very sincere. He continued carrying the girl on his back, luckily the coat covered her parts. Though it was weird for the blonde boy, the girl was naked, but he tried to ignore his raging boymones.

The girl hid her face into his white shirt and sobbed softly until they reached the apartment. He was going to get a face-full of Ted later. He knew it. He still felt really bad for the girl, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"N-Neru..." she muttered, still choking on her sobs. He blinked, slowly, engraving her name into his memory. Softly he smiled and embraced the girl close to him gently, once more stroking the stawberry blonde's hair. "Oliver."

She continued sobbing into his nice white collared shirt and gripped onto it. "Let's get you dressed Neru..." he spoke in a light tone, so she wouldn't frantically jump.

She heard a ring from the phone. She was afraid, bad memories invaded her mind quickly, swarming with all the memories she loved, and hated. She gripped her ears under her messy hair, tightly. Her hair surronded her like a some sort of a sheild. "M-make it stop. Stop. Stop." She sobbed even more, she croaked out his name, that was the first thing that came to her mind, "Oliver...help..." She cried and blacked out.


He looked at the girl pitifully and sighed. Oliver had grown, he was now twenty-one. He dressed the girl and was about to leave when he felt a weak tug. He looked at Neru, she was sweating and whimpering.

"D-dont...lea-lea...ve...pl..ease..." she managed to choke out.

Oliver picked her up bridal style and sat down on the couch with her laying on him. He wanted or maybe, needed to know more of this girl. She was a pitiful girl, but he found himself feeling the need to protect her. From everything and everyone, no matter what.

Her hair was blocking the view of her face. And he could tell, underneath the over sized shirt and boxers, she was shivering. Her chest rose up and down peacefully. He brushed hair behind her ear. Her face, it was beautiful, and smooth, slightly baby shaped but that made it even more adorable. That added another charm that drew him in. He adored her right at this moment, he wanted to help her. The only blemish or flaw of this girl's smooth pale skin was that her wrist was covered with deep looking scars, as her ankles and her face had a giant gash across her right cheek.

A tear fell down one of her closed eyes under the girl's thick eyelashes. He traced his thumb across the tear trace that was left behind from the falling tear, and sighed. "Let me take away your pain, Neru-chan."

She stirred in her sleep, and he swore she smiled for a moment but he shook his head. He captured her irresistible, small, pink lips in a chaste and soft kiss. He pulled away, he would do anything for her at this moment. He was attracted the blonde, and once he had been drawn in, and swore to protect her, he wasn't going back.


Um, do you like it? I don't know, but I'm a bit proud of it :) If only I could find a photo of them...maybe I'll just use the one I drew...but it doesn't fit this story.