Hiya! So this is a complete multichapter fic, five chapters long. I'm probably going to post a chapter per week, unless I'm distracted by RL stuff. Hopefully I'm going to be fine and be able to match the deadline for once. Without further ado, here's the first chapter. Please review before you head out!

The only thing Takao Kazunari felt in those fifteen minutes he was pushed down and raped was pain. He remembered the bruising force of fingers digging into his hipbones, the way the messy, hot thrusts into him had shook him to his very core, and how wetness forced its way into him, causing another wave of fresh pain and an accompanied shudder of unsuppressed disgust to rack his body.

Takao had put up a fair fight too, trying to aim for the right spots, the knee, the groin, the stomach; oh God, just anything to slow the impostor down, but the guy knew what he was doing. Coming behind him like that; it was an awkward twist of an angle that minimized Takao's strength greatly. The man gave a small chuckle, before speaking softly into Takao's ear with a slight Kansai drawl, 'You like that, don't you, bitch?'

Takao bristled in hostility and indignation in being called a bitch, before doubling his efforts, struggling futilely in the impostor's grip, 'Shit! Hel-Mphh!'

A calloused hand slammed over his face, and Takao groaned, feeling his own teeth cut into his gums at the collision. His left elbow connected with something soft, presumably the other's stomach, and the latter's fingers slackened. This was the split second that Takao hoped for. He immediately, wasting no time, stumbled forwards, a step…another step…before slipping on a patch of ice.

The attacker, who had been surveying the other's motions wearily, waiting for Takao to lower his guard, immediately pounced on him, slamming him into the brick wall of the alleyway. The person spoke again, amusement worn short and voice now a low growl, 'Bastard! The fuck do you think you're trying to do?'

Takao kept silent, feeling terror seep into his limbs and cause them to grow weak and almost give way under his weight. This was happening. He was helpless. He was going to be raped. And then Takao stopped thinking, because the man forced himself into him, emitting short laboured breaths of pleasure and praised him for his tightness, exclaiming just how good he was. The pain was so sharp, so concentrated that Takao didn't know if he should stay as still as possible or triple his efforts of moving away from the man.

There was a pause of movement and the stranger's chest pressed up to Takao's back. Inside of him, Takao felt a slow drag of in an out, doubling the pain, before the man started thrusting in earnest. Every movement that Takao made doubled the pain and sent it ricocheting up Takao's spine and he felt fear that paled in comparison to anything he ever felt. He bit and scratched and pushed and struggled, but the pain was so Painful that Takao stopped struggling. Takao lay there, limp. He wished he were dead.

After what seemed like an agonizingly long time, the man shuddered and stopped, emitting a strangled moan. By this point, Takao was too immersed in pain, and didn't even bother to stop the man from tugging up his pants messily and shoving him into white coldness. That was the last thing Takao saw, before his vision blurred and his world turned black.

After what felt like an eternity, Takao's eyes focused and he was met with a wash of sickly white. His nose was stung by the stench of vomit and bleach, and he proceeded to wrinkle it, studying the barren room he was in. The pastel coloured bedspread under him wasn't any better, and Takao felt sick. He had a slight urge to vomit, but his stomach seemed to have no sustenance in it, allowing him to only dry heave. Why was he in the hospital? His mind didn't seem to work and answers didn't come. Furrowing his brows at this prospect, Takao ignored the sludge in his mind and allowed himself to assess his physical injury. Seeing none, his hand picked up the sleek, black controller lying inconspicuously on the bed and raised himself up. The controller was easy to understand, and Takao quickly realized that right next to the controls, there was an attendant button. The nurse came in shortly after Takao pressed it, donning a bored expression, but as soon as her eyes skimmed the clipboard hanging at the edge of his bed, her eyes widened and she immediately rushed out of the room.

Soon after, a doctor came in to his room. Takao surveyed the doctor's expression, but of course, after years of medical training, the doctor obviously learnt that he shouldn't give anything away.

'O-oisha-san, why am I in hospital?' Takao directed in a raspy voice to the white coated man, before realizing his throat was completely parched. Takao soon found that there was a cup of lukewarm water on the wooden table next to his bed, and he sipped at it, grateful for its presence.

The doctor and nurse shared a dark look, causing Takao insides to feel uneasy and his brain to tug, as if a memory was threatening to surface, 'Are you sure you don't remember anything?'

'I don-' Takao trailed off, as a tingling feeling of pain travelled up his spine, sharper and sharper, before flaring off at his hipbones, feeling exactly like indentations of calloused fingers. Shivering, everything came back in a horrifyingly detailed way, and Takao found himself wishing that he had not remembered anything. 'I-I' Takao whimpered slightly. Pathetic. A voice sounded in his head.

Immediately, the doctor was at his side, steadying Takao's hands so that his trembling wouldn't cause water to spill from the cup he was holding. Brows furrowed in worry, he questioned, 'Are you okay?'

'I-no. I mean, I guess. I remember everything,' Takao said before adding, 'I remember him grabbing me on the hips with his fingers.'

The doctor nodded, if that had made perfect sense in that context, 'What else?'

'Afterwards I think I was pushed into the snow,' Takao intoned.

'I see. A couple found you lying in the snow. You had a mild case of hypothermia. You were out cold for three days,' The doctor stated, 'You were lucky. If they hadn't've found you, you would've died.'

'Died…' Takao felt strangely calm, as if still sunken in a stupor.

The doctor gave him a pathetic, attempting-to-be-sympathetic smile, before he was interrupted by the sharp ping from his phone! Glancing briefly at the glowing screen and scanning the words across it, he looked up at Takao, 'your parents are here. There has to be a week-long rest period, but your family wants you to go home with them. Your sister misses you a lot, so I've heard. Would you rather go home? Or would you rather stay here?'

Takao snorted, 'What do they usually say? No offense, doctor, but I don't think anyone would want to stay here in such a depressing place!'

The doctor nodded in agreement with a light smile, but his eyes contained barely-hidden sadness, 'Come back if you ever need any help, alright? We'll be here.'

'I'm fine, doctor; trust me, I won't,' Takao directed another polite smile at the doctor, before allowing himself to trudge out of the room. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he was immediately crowded by his family members, who exclaimed his name and asked about his well-being repeatedly. Takao brushed them off with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and as soon as they turned their backs, comforted by Takao's assurance, he immediately dropped his smile. He was so tired…

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