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Hello! Sorry it took me so long to update, but I've been swamped with university work and a lot of things have been going on The Muse Bunny so I really didn't do much writing in the last few weeks. But, I thought I should put up another chapter before NaNoWriMo starts and takes up all my time. Thank you all for your kind reviews, and now, I'll leave you to read the next chapter!
Proximity
Chapter 2:
Amu let her eyes travel after Ikuto as he walked away from her. She wanted to burn twin holes into his back with her gaze, she wanted him to feel how angry and frustrated she was with him. But he didn't seem to notice. He just kept on walking until he was out of sight, and then she sighed and let out a breath that she'd been holding.
He always, alwaysdid this to her. He always teased her like that. She only wanted a kiss...a little kiss...but he never seemed to want to give it to her, and she would never be so bold so as to actually pull him down and kiss him herself. She grumbled unhappily and wrapped her arms around herself, shielding herself from the cold. If Ikuto had kissed her, he'd be here with his arms around her, making her feel warm...
She shuffled her feet. She was hoping he'd come back for her, which was why she was waiting a little bit longer. A few minutes passed, but Ikuto didn't return. Grumbling underneath her breath, she decided she'd better get home. She started down the path leading to the main gate, her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. She saw a man coming from the opposite direction, but she paid no heed to him.
That is, until he reached out and made a grab for her arm just as she attempted to walk past him.
"Hey! What are you...? Let go of my arm!" she cried.
But the man only pulled her closer to him despite her loud protests, pressing her against his fat belly. She tried to pound him with her fists but he captured both her wrists between his hands and pinned them behind her back, so that he was leaning over her now. She could smell his drunken breath against her face, and tears welled in her eyes.
"Let me go!" she yelled. She hoped someone would hear her, but there seemed to be no-one in the park at this late hour.
"Such a pretty thing..." he murmured.
Amu felt her chest constrict. She tried to wriggle free, but the man was much stronger than her, and had twisted her arms behind her back in such a way that they actually hurt. Where were her charas when she really needed them?
Her first real shock was when she felt teeth nipping at her exposed neck. She felt like her body had frozen over. She was numb. She tried to scream, but the man had already captured her lips between his and was forcing his tongue into her mouth. She seemed to convulse when she felt his tongue rolling around hers. She wanted to scream, but for some reason, she couldn't even move. Terror had taken over her.
Before she knew it, the man had slipped a hand beneath her skirt so that he was cupping her bottom, and was half dragging her and half carrying her to a secluded clump of nearby bushes. With her arms still pinned behind her, he pushed her down roughly to the grass and lay on top of her. She was pinned completely.
Her second shock was when she felt the man's fingers that were still feeling her up underneath her skirt hook themselves onto her panties' waist band and started to pull them down. She shuddered violently.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God...
When he released her lips just enough to trail kisses down her collar bone and he started to tear the buttons of her shirt off with his teeth, she found her voice.
"Please no..." she begged. "Please don't do this..."
But the man's mind was already on other things...
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Amu woke up with a jolt. She was shivering violently. For a moment her body felt limp and cold, but then she felt as a million needles were striking her skin. She winced, and tears stung her eyes. She felt rather sweaty and sticky, and her pink hair was matted to her face and neck. She felt clammy and dirty. She wanted to sink in a tub of boiling water and just remain there, but she wasn't allowed to move. She had to stay in bed.
The incident was still too fresh in her memory. She wanted to forget it so badly, but her memory would not aid her. Flashes of the man tearing off her clothes, biting her, touching her, groping her kept invading her mind and she would then start to cry. She hated herself for being so helpless. She could've fought him off and then run away...she really could've stopped him...
She felt as if his hands were still all over her body. She could still feel the man's coarse hands running down the naked length of her body and she trembled. She wished there was someone with her at the moment to distract her. Her mother had gone back home to get some things for her, and Ikuto...
When Ikuto had come into the room all she wanted was for him to hold her and soothe her. But once he'd approached her bedside she felt herself involuntarily recoiling from him. She didn't want him to touch her. She was scared. She had been frightened when her mother and father hugged her, so how would she be able to deal with Ikuto touching her? She didn't look at his face, thinking that it would probably weaken her resolution but already another idea was invading her mind.
Her first kiss...
She'd hoped Ikuto would be the first one to kiss her, but now...there wouldn't be a first time for anything with him. That man had invaded all her privacy and personal space. She felt like she was damaged goods. He probably thought so, too, because he'd left the place right away. That's when she cried herself back to sleep again.
"Ikuto..." she whimpered.
"Sweetie, I'm back!"
The door was thrown open and her mother walked in, holding a few balloons and a bag. She stopped when she saw her daughter and the balloons slipped from her fingers and touched the ceiling. She rushed forward and enveloped her into a gentle hug. Amu cringed at first, but she relaxed a little bit later.
"You're crying again..." she murmured, stroking her hair."Don't worry, sweetheart, everything will be okay. You'll see."
How will anything be okay, mother?
Everything's completely messed up...
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"Ikuto, you should go back..."
Ikuto turned over in his bed and gave his back to his chara. He didn't want to have to deal with the accusing looks Yoru was giving him. He was already feeling quite guilty as it is and didn't need his chara to make him feel even guiltier. He wrapped his arms around himself and curled up into a ball. He could hear Yoru rustling about, padding on the bed...he knew he was trying to subtly drag his attention to him, but he ignored him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, but he no matter how tightly he squeezed them, he couldn't block the image of Amu's battered body from his mind. And it made him cringe and clench his fists.
It was his fault. He had left her there on her own. What was he thinking, leaving a girl all on her own in a park at ten p.m. when he was the one who had taken her there in the first place? Amu was right to always call him a jerk. He was a jerk. He was a downright asshole. He was worse than that pedophile who had raped her.
But he wanted to find that bastard and beat him up. He wanted to kill him. Maybe that would make Amu feel better. Maybe it would make her feel safe again...
He remembered how she'd flinched when he tried to touch her, and he swallowed. Will he ever be able to touch her again?
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A/N: Well, how was it? Good enough? ^_^ I hope you did like it, and I promise I will try to update soon next time! Keep your fingers crossed so that I'd finish NaNo soon! XD Thanks for reading!
- S. N. B.