A/N: Here it is, second chapter! Omg, I still can't believe I made the 2nd chapter on the same day I finished the first one! Kya! I'm so happy! XD

When he comes for you

It was 2 months already, and Miharu had just entered back into school after his trauma. Aizawa and Raimei were the first to meet up with him.

"Miharu!" Raimei waved her hand quite worried, as Miharu forced his smile and waved.

"What happened? Are you ok? You didn't come to school for 2 months!" She grabbed his hands and stared at him with worried-puppy-eyes.

"I'm ok Raimei, my aunt just got worried when I was attacked on the street that's all," Miharu says, while his sweat dropped down his face.

"You were attacked?" Raimei asks, gripping even tighter onto his hands.

"I-I'm fine Raimei," The dark haired boy says, trying to pull his hands away

"No, no, no, no, no! That was the night Aizawa and I went on the date right?" The two pony tailed girl asked, "How could that person! How dare he!" She says, stabbing her katana down onto the floor.

"Who is this guy! Tell me Miharu!" She says, grabbing onto his collar.

"Raimei!" Aizawa pulled the girl away, "What? Let me go Aizawa!"

"We can't do that, think of Miharu's feelings." The boy whispers, as Raimei softened up and agreed. "Ok, sorry Miharu, I didn't mean to scare you," She says.

The boy shakes his head, then the bell rang.

"C'mon, class is ready," He says, as he entered into the class.

The class were soon chattering among themselves as soon as Miharu entered. They whispered to one another, as the boy looked down at his feet. His two friends didn't seem to recognize either, maybe its because they knew this sort of situation would never occur.

The boy sat down at his seat and laid his head down softly, while he faced outside the window. His ears still heard the faint whispering of the students, as the teacher entered into the school. Class was normal like any other day, but somehow to Miharu, it was different than before.

"Miharu? How are you feeling?" The teacher asked after class. "I'm fine, sensei," Miharu would answer, then quickly skedaddled out of the room, hoping the teacher wouldn't ask anything else. "Uh, Miharu!" The teacher's voice called out, but the boy didn't stop.

He knew he was attacked on the street, but after that night, he had completely forgotten everything. He couldn't remember a single memory, all he knew was that he was 'hurt' by someone, badly.

"Miharu, want to have lunch with us?" Raimei asks, but the boy walked passed her and headed toward the supply room.

"Miharu?" She called, "No thanks, I lost my appetite." He would reply, then closed the door behind him. The pressure of having everyone stare at him was too much for this sickly child.

He climbed into a spare closet and curled up into a ball. It was dark there, and quiet. He never knew that this closet was so reassuring in keeping everything noisy away from his thoughts.

Faint, warm tears streamed down the boy's face, as his green eyes stared into space. The fading memories of 'that' night circled around his mind, as he continuously purused to know these memories.

School ended slower than the first days of Miharu's school life. He walked home with Aizawa and Raimei, who asked constant questions. Miharu answered them with a large, fake, smile, as they laughed and talked to each other like nothing had happened two months ago.

At home, he would cook the customers their meals, and speak happily toward them. His aunt and grandmother stood at a far distant, worried, but relieved that he had returned to the normal child they knew of before.

And at night; Miharu would curl into his bed, after watching his favorite tv program with his grandmother. But in the middle of the night, he would arise from his bed and stare at himself.

What was wrong with him? He still felt weird, something changed, and he knew it, but what?

"Class your homeroom teacher resigned from this school, so she could take care of her mother," The principal says, "So Banten's University teacher will be taking her place," He turned to the door, as a young man entered.

"Ok, sensei, you take over," The old man says then left the room. The girls immediately started swooning, as the students stared amazed. Miharu stared from his seat, and saw a young handsome man walk inside, with a briefcase in his hand.

"Good Morning class,"

The girls' started their little kitty sounds like 'Kyaa', as the boys stared in awe and jealousy.

"My name is Thobari Kumohira," The teacher says, writing down his name onto the chalk board, "Glad to be here," He says, as the girls immediately raised their hands.

"Sensei, do you have a girlfriend?" One asked, as the teacher smiles, "No, I don't," He smirks, as he winced his eye. The boys' pouted their cheeks, as they whispered to one examines the teacher, then shrugs and completely forgot that this person; was the drunkard.

Class was soon over, and the 15-year-old boy was the first to be the one to leave immediately. He met up with his two friends in the garden, as the three sat down with their lunches.

The three had already begun their lunches, when someone interrupted them. "Rokujo-Kun?" Said boy stared over his shoulder, and saw the teacher standing under the tree behind them.

"Rokujo-Kun right? Can we talk?" the man asks, as the boy stares at his friends.

"You go on ahead, we'll wait here," Raimei answers, and after those words, Miharu was up and gone.

He turne toward the teacher, when they had entered into the classroom. "Am I in trouble?" He asks, mischievously, his hands behind his back. "Hmph, no silly," The teacher says, as he turns to face the boy.

He took out from his desk, a bag that was an aqua blue color, and it looked stuffed with belongings. "Is this yours'?" He asks, handing the bag over to the child.

Miharu examined the bag, then looked inside. "Yeah! This is mine! I was looking for it all over!" The child pulled out his kitty-cat cellphone, and smiled to himself.

"Thanks Sensei! I probably left it somewhere in the school." The boy replies.

The teacher's smile had already disappeared, as he stared at the boy's happy face.

"Where have you been 2 months earlier, Miharu?" He asks, as the boy pulled the bag over his shoulder. "eh? I was attacked on the streets, that's what my aunt said," The boy answered, as he rubbed his head nervously.

"Sorry, I was quite a slut awhile ago, I didn't pay attention to my surroundings," The boy says, lowering his face, but he still smiled gratefully.

"but,"

The teacher looked at the boy, almost regretful of something, almost remorsed about something.

"I'm grateful I'm still here, and I'm still happy I'm here," The child smiles, as he turns around.

"Miharu!" The teacher called. The boy turns around, and sees the man, full of remorse and sorrow on his face.

"Sensei?" The boy walked forward.

The man took a hold onto the boy's shoulders, as his face went down toward the boy's neck. His arms embraced the child, until the boy was completely trapped in his arms.

"I'm sorry. . ."

"Sensei?"

He sounds strange. . .does he want to cry?. . . did I upset him?

"Sensei? What's wrong?" He asks, as his hands patted gently onto the teacher's back.

"I'm sorry. . . I did it. . . I didn't want to. . . I'm sorry. . . "

"Sensei?" The dark haired child pulled away and stared up toward his teacher.

"You didn't do anything, silly!" Miharu says, slapping the man on the face, gently.

"Miharu, 2 months ago. . . "

"Hm?"

"It was me. . . I did it to you. . . "

"eh?"

"That night! I did it. . . "

The man's hand went up to his head and scratched ferociously. He seemed confused, and this scared the teenager.

"I raped you. . . " Was all the man said.

Miharu stared into black-outer-space. "haha, that's. . . quite a joke, sensei," Miharu slaps the man's chest, "That's cute," The boy says, praying that he really WAS just joking.

"Miharu!" The man pulled onto the boy's shoulders.

"I mean it, its no lie, I did it. . . "

"No, you didn't," The boy forced his frightened smile

"I did it."

"No, you did not," The boy pushed his hands onto the man's chest, as those large hands groped tightly onto his arms.

"I did it, and I'm sorry," The man repeated.

"NO!"

Miharu pushed the man away and ran for the exit. "MIHARU!" The teacher ran toward the boy, but Miharu had already jumped down the stairs and was soon at the gate of the school.

"MIHARU!" The teacher called again, but he soon slowed down as soon as Miharu hit the road.

"DAMN IT!" The man shouted, as he kicked the dirt, and the female students stared.

Thobari pulled out a cigarette and lighted it up. He puffed clouds of smoke of frusturation, as he rubbed his head and walked back and forth to and fro.

"Now what?" He stared up toward the sky, as the dark clouds surrounded and turned into raindrops.

"Above all the people, why Miharu at that time on that day?"

A/N: So, so? How is it? I hope you all like it! I'm trying to make it sound as comforting as possible, but wow it always twists into something else better. I'll be sure to write the next chapter soon! YAY! XD