"Damn it!" cursed a girl, as rugged breaths followed her whisper. Cold sweat falling onto her eyebrows, causing her to blink, but time is gold for her, she didn't even bother to wipe it off. She takes a left turn at the first street she saw on her way, but was met with a dead end. She clutched her chest that is burning, longing for air, but it did her no good to calm herself down.
"Don't run anymore little lady. Don't waste your energy, for you'll need it to please us." A voice broke the silence that surrounds her.
Turning around, her deep black eyes meet a green eyed drunkard, and a blue eyed maniac, smirking and closing in at her.
She took a deep breath, hoping to calm her nerves. But to her displeasure, it did nothing to help her. The men drew closer, giggling maniacally at her. She pushed herself further onto a corner, closing her shaking hands into a fist, hoping to control their trembles. But with a fast swing, the green eyed drunkard plunged in on her!
Sprawled on the floor with a man on top forced her to let out a horrid scream, knowing what incident is coming her way! But before a sound escapes her delicate lips, the man brought forth his, on her. An insane laugh came from the blue eyed man, giggling so hard, he wasn't able to hold his stand.
"How does it taste Daichi?"
"Hahaha! She is too young for this, Kenta, but I like it!" he answers, caressing the girl's face. Unwanted tears rolled down her pale face. She tried to hold them back, scream her voice out, but she can't, for the guy was cupping up his hand on her lips.
Disgust is all she feels towards the men that will taint her, but more towards herself, for being so weak to stop such a horrible incident to occur.
"Don't cry my dear, it doesn't matter what happens to you now. After your father sells you to us, as a payment for his debt, you'll be doing this more often. And soon enough, you'll get used to It." speaks Daichi, trailing his hands on her chest.
"You have too many clothes on; you're heading up to school?" Kenta hissed, kneeling down and kissing her on the forehead.
"Leave me alone, you dirty people! Get your hands off me!" she screamed, spitting on Kenta's face.
"Darn you! You piece of trash! How dare you!" the man replied, slapping her face.
A stinging sensation was felt on her right cheek, and she knows a bruise was formed. But she ignored it. She held her tears inside, swallowing vile tasting saliva.
"Think you idiot! You have to free yourself!" she screamed to herself, wriggling & trying hard to stop what is being done to her. She can feel the man on top of her unbuttoning her blouse, and the other has his hands traveling down to her bosom.
She kicked and squirmed, her long black hair was a mess, and cold beads of sweat were traveling down her brows and neck. Her heart pounds so hard, she can imagine it bursting out anytime. Heavy breathing follows her every attempt to be free, as her body trembles towards the unwanted scenery. With all her strength & a loud cry, she twisted her body ignoring what might get broken afterwards, causing the man on top of her to fall off balance & sprawled onto the side. She quickly kicked the other with her free leg, catching him off guard, causes him to slide and stumble on the other side of the area. Without thinking, she grabbed a small knife from her pocket & sprang at the man on the side; she dug her knife onto his right leg causing the man to yelp in pain. Seeing what happened to his partner, the other plunged his self onto her catching her right leg. She landed on the ground hard, having her left knee badly bruised. The man pulled her hair, and pain crept up her spine, but she ignored it. With all her might she elbowed the man off, stabbing him on the shoulder. Blood flowed from the deep wound, immobilizing the man. Hanging on to the knife which saved her life, she quickly grabbed her scattered belongings on the ground & escaped, not turning back to see the wounded men's anger & rage overcoming their sanity.
Running with all her strength, the girl finally came into a halt, her legs shaking. As adrenalin leaves her body, strength also left. She gazed at the area she's in, and breathed a sigh as she saw the gate of her only resting place. A giant gate greets her; encouraging her to come in, a sign on top reads, "Karasumori High School."
Finally feeling the gravity of what happened, the girl fell on her knees, tears starting to well up, but she hold them in. Slowly, she took in generous amounts of oxygen, calming herself up. After minutes of deep breathing, she shakily stands, brushing off some dirt from her skirt. It did no good, for her uniform is already ruined since the event early this morning, and small blood specks were caught on the edge of her socks and sleeves. Quickly she fixed her unruly long hair, and tied it into a pony tail as neatly as possible. She hid the knife which saved her life deep into her skirt's pocket, and with a whisper, thanked the cold blade. Finally composing herself, hiding all emotions, Tokine Yukimura entered her school.
Emotionless she walked the long path to her building, ignoring all stares that come her way. Her long black hair sways behind her, like a blanket that hides her from the world. She is known as a cold hearted ice princess, who shows no emotions & speaks so few. Her cold stares can freeze a man, they say, and she's a mystery, an unsolved puzzle to everyone. She is compared to a shadow, or even a ghost, for she arrives at a place, as quietly & unnoticeable as she leaves. No unnecessary sounds are heard from her, a lone wolf, who isolates herself from the world. For no one knows what's hidden inside her locked up heart, or the heavy past & status in life she carries.
