Chapter 3 A/N I tried to make the paragraphs longer. My apologies for not updating faster but I kinda recently acquired Persona 3 and it's been taking up my free time. I'm pretty sure that the chapters are getting longer so that kinda makes up for it . . . right?

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On a hill over looking the city, sat a girl with emerald green eyes and shoulder length black hair. It is night time and the normally beautiful view was only augmented by the sight of the glowing city lights, making it look like a utopia. The ink black of the sky was accompanied by millions of bright dots that scientists call stars. One giant spotlight in the sky rained over all of them. The brilliant blue moon seemed to bestow a light blue hue to everything it touched. The girl was hugging her knees and had her head buried in her light blue school skirt. Sounds of sobs could be heard escaping through the fabric from the heartbroken girl's throat. "Idiot. How could you even think for a second she would . . .? Idiot" The girl chided herself. These constant thoughts only made the events that just occurred even more real. This also only caused the black haired girl' heart to break even more.

The girl is named Takanashi Yomi. She is of slightly above average height for a girl. Her figure is neither athletic – though she does play volleyball sometimes – nor unhealthy. She is slim but not skinny and her muscles are toned and firm. Her dark black hair contrasts perfectly with the completely unmarred and silky smooth pale skin. The reason for her tears was held in her hand, a note from her long time crush kuroi Mato. On the outside it read, "Don't read me until ten PM on Friday at the top of our hill."

At first Yomi was thrilled to find the note placed in her locker. Although she found it peculiar that it was a gold star that adorned the outside rather than the white one Mato wears all the time; she paid it no mind. What this note could contain could bring Yomi untold happiness. Too bad it only brought heart crushing pain. The black haired girl was confused when she got to the hill and there was nobody there. That should have been her first clue that the note was not a good one. Again, the girl ignored the abnormal events and proceeded to sit on the wooden bench to await her love' arrival. She did get there just as the sun was setting after all – just after five o' clock – so maybe Mato intended to get there when Yomi was supposed to read it.

The bright orange sun turned to a glowing blue moon and Mato had never shown up. Contacting the girl proved fruitless as she was still at basketball practice, Yomi gave up trying by seven-thirty. She had tried contacting Mato' friend Yuu to see if maybe the black haired girl had forgotten her phone. Yuu had said that this was not true. That really hurt. When the time had come to read the note and Mato still hadn't yet shown up she decided that Mato wasn't coming. This had already saddened the girl but the sadness could never compare to what was to come . . .

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Mato was sitting at her computer, aimlessly surfing the internet waiting for it to come time for to sleep, it was only ten PM. Tomorrow was Saturday and she had plans to meet with Yomi to go shopping. The thought of her secret love never failed to bring a small smile to her lips. When the girl' phone vibrated and she checked her messages, she was surprised. Yomi had text-ed her five times while she was at practice and all of them had the same message, "Where are you?" Naturally Mato was confused, what did Yomi mean by that?

The text Mato had just received was from Yuu however, "That was really cold what you did to Yomi. I thought you were her friend, but you just stand her up with no excuse? What the hell?"

What in the world was Yuu talking about? It shocked Mato that Yuu had actually cursed considering she didn't like doing so. "What re you talking about Yuu? I have plans with Yomi tomorrow, not tonight."

"Then why did Yomi text me at practice asking if you were coming to the hill after we were done?"

"What? Why would she do that? We never set up to go there today." Mato was getting really confused but also very worried. If Yomi had assumed that they were going to meet and she hadn't come, then that would mean . . . Mato' eyes widened and sent a quick text to Yuu, "I'm going to meet Yomi." and rushed out the door to her bike.

Thoughts, assumptions, and worst case scenarios ran through the short haired girl' head.

"What if Yomi doesn't listen to me?"

"What if she is hurt and gets mad?"

"What if she is crying?"

"What if doesn't want to see me again?"

"What if, what if, what if . . ."

Mato hated that phrase. It meant things were out of her control and that she didn't know what was going to happen. She especially hated it because now it had to do with possibly harming her best friend. Too bad "hurt" didn't even begin to describe the state she discovered Yomi in when she finally got to the hill. The black haired girl was curled into a ball, hugging her knees for dear life and her face buried into her knees. Crushed sobs that tore at Mato' heart to an unbearable degree escaped the cloth covered lips.

Mato' heavy breathing alerted Yomi to the other' presence. When hurting emerald met pained azure, there was only silence. It seemed as though that even the insects could detect the heavy atmosphere. When it seemed that minutes had gone by – but it actually only thirty seconds – Mato whispered, "Yomi . . ." Without even realizing what she was doing, Yomi stormed up and smacked Mato across the cheek.

The short haired girl didn't even register the pain. Now that she had a close look at Yomi' tear stained face and into her eyes. She could tell that they were far more than hurting. They were crushed – broken even. When Yomi spoke not only was her voice trembling but her whole body as well from holding back sobs longe enough to speak. "How could you . . ." Yomi began but was cut off when she failed to hold back a sob that wracked her body.

"How could you do that to me!" The broken girl screamed, "How could you take my heart and rip it up like it was worthless? Do I mean absolutely nothing to you Mato? I mean only as a friend am I that worthless? " Yomi was cut off again when her throat had tighten and sobs again overtook her frame. Tears streamed down her already tear stained face as she pushed Mato out of the way and ran to the stairs.

The sobbing girl was halted however when a hand had gripped her wrist and Mato spun her around so that she could face the taller girl. "Yomi, please listen to me I don't know what you're talking about!" The shorter girl' face had contorted from pained to tortured as she listened to Yomi' broken speech. Yomi only reacted by smacking the girl again. She didn't want to hear lies. The force of the strike had broken the younger girl' grip on her wrist and she turned again to escape, only taking a few steps when Mato' desperate cry halted her, "Aishiteru!"

No. She had to have heard wrong. Yomi turned slowly on her heal to meet the the girl' eyes. Mato was standing with her hands clutched to her chest over her heart. Tears fell from those beautiful, always warm blue eyes. The shining azure locked onto shocked and disbelieving emerald and she this time whispered, "Aishiteru, Yomi."

Black Rock Shooter rushed faster and faster through the dilapidated city towards the building that held the currently fading life force of Dead Master. The young woman was griping the scythe that belonged to said Villain. When the Hero spotted the structure she looked for the fastest entry point. The skylight seemed to be the best.

Dropping through the opening and landing on one of a jutting walkway near the top, Black Rock was hit with a sense of nostalgia. She and Dead Master had battled quite a few times here. The building was of ancient design. Bars crisscrossing for the windows and tiles made up everything else. Each floor had two jutting walkways about ten feet long on either side, the floors went on until one could barely couldn't see the bottom. This was also the place the Villain had brought her the one and only time she had been captured. The Hero scanned the floors and listened for any sound. A stain of red caught her eye among the myriad of black, white, and green.

Black Rock narrowed her eyes and jumped down to the red stained floor, and recoiled from the sight so much that she had almost fallen off. She took her arm away from covering her mouth and eyes and nearly cried. Dead Master was chained up – her arms crossed above her head which had a red slash scar – which was lulling back. This exposed the girl' neck which previously was unmarred and a delicate pale, now adorned several bruises and some bloody bite marks. Her chest area told the same story except the left side was noticeably worse. The nipple bright red and cut, obviously abused with a trail of blood stooping at just under the breast. What did make the Hero shed a tear however was the lower part. The emerald' most sensitive region was also bright red, raw, and bleeding. This much blood didn't come from just breaking the hymen though, further inspection showed that the soft flesh was also brutally torn. A very long and relatively deep slash wound ran from the top side of her right hip, over the less abused breast and ended at the left collar bone.

Black Rock felt the sadness and pain turn into an inferno of fury that Black Gold Saw would ever even dare to touch her secret love this way. To even think of doing something so vile and desecrating to the body of the girl she loved. Black Rock quickly packed away this fury however, raising her power would surely harm the girl. Instead the Hero very gently removed the knife from the emerald' stomach and dug into the pouch she kept on the side of her belts for gauze dressings. She didn't have any disinfectants with her but wrapping the wound would have to do until she took the girl home. After finding the wrap she also broke the chains and cradled the older girl with one arm by supporting her back and began wrapping from the stomach up.

Dead Master stirred and opened her eyes. Who was touching her? Who' body was she laying on? When her eyes focused she saw a familiar silver star on the person' back. Fear shot through her body and reacted as subtly as she could, not wanting to alert her rapist that she was awake. She was still incredibly weak – even more so then before in fact – but still found the strength to fumble for the knife no longer in her body. When her fingers wrapped around the hilt, her attacker noticed she had awoken and pulled back to examine her. Immediately reacting as fast as she could, the broken girl plunged the weapon into the closest spot she could. Which happened to be black Rock' left shoulder.

Said Hero recoiled and jumped away, dropping Dead Master as she did. Confusion, betrayal, and anger dominated her countenance for a split second. Until she watched the emerald eyed girl crouch into the wall, almost as if she were cowering or afraid. Realization came to Black Rock when she remembered that Black Gold Saw had originally been disguised as herself.

Dead Master thinks that she had been the one to rape her.

The Hero' lip unconsciously curled at the disgusting thought of violating the beautiful body of her love. However she didn't have time to think much as the emerald launched herself at the Hero, ignoring the blood that splattered through the unfinished wrappings by tearing open her wound. Black Rock dodged to the side but was unprepared for the ferocity of Dead Master' fear – and obvious anger – of her. The older warrior switched the knife to her left hand and slashed to the side, cutting Black Rock' side over another scar creating an 'X'.

Dead Master turned and prepared to strike again when the pain of so many wounds – and the still blinding throbbing from between her legs – became to much and she cried out, dropping to knees. She had expected an attack to come from Black Rock but none came. With the commotion gone, only silence could be heard except for a very unfamiliar drip, drip sound. When the emerald looked up, her eyes widened. Black Rock was – like so many times before – held out her hand. However this time was different, the hand was bare. The azure had taken off her trademark gloves and was the girl was truly baring herself to her. This was not what had shocked dead Master so much though.

Those beautiful, cold azure eyes she loved so much, were now filled with an unbearable pain as Black Rock Shooter silently cried . . .