A/N: Enjoy! :) It's getting a little more exciting!

Izaya grinned, turning to Celty. "This is a lot more fun than I thought!" He said, giggling to himself. He wasn't surprised when he saw the PDA shoved in front of his face.

/You are one sick man./ it read.

Izaya smiled, "Don't you see, Transporter?" He continued when he saw Celty tilt her helmet. "Kida did not just get raped."

/I know that, it's been a few month-/ Celty stopped her typing once she saw the informant leaning over her shoulder. He smirked, wagging his finger. "Ah, ah, ah. Kida was raped long before then too. It could've been months before he finally told Ryuugamine-kun and Sonohora-san." He said, twirling around Celty almost like he was in a dance.

"You see, rape victims that come to the cops right after they've been raped is very, very rare." He explained. "Whether it's due to the rapist threats, or just the general shame – which I'm sure is the latter for Masaomi-kun~" he said, "rape victims often go to the cops when it's too late."

Celty shook her head, he didn't understand what the man was getting at. /So what do we do?/

Izaya shrugged his shoulders, "I'll continue to collect information. Afterall, Masaomi is very precious to me and to know someone else may be toying with him makes me a little bit jealous~" he said, before twirling around to make his exit. He looked over his shoulder at her, "you can just sit pretty until we find the rapist – right, Transporter?" He smirked before skipping down the stairwell.

–

"Masaomi! Masaomi!" Mikado called, panting as he finally caught up with his best friend. If there was one thing that Masaomi could do – it was sure as hell run fast. He reached out and grabbed his friend's wrist.

He wasn't surprised when he saw Masaomi yank his arm back to himself. This time it wasn't because Masaomi was afraid of a human touch, or a possible attack. No, this was because Masaomi was pissed and hurt, and this time – Mikado was the one who inflicted the pain.

"I'm moving back home." Masaomi said softly, keeping his back turned to Mikado.

"Masaomi, don't be ridiculous-"

Masaomi turned, shooting a soft glare over at Mikado. "Me?" He chuckled in amusement, in sick amusement. Mikado wasn't sure if he liked the eeriness of that coming out of his best friend's mouth. "You are the person who is trying to pick a fight with my rapist!"

"Masaomi, I-"

"What the hell were you thinking? Involving that Izaya bastard with my rape case? Like he needs anything else to torture me with!" Kida frowned, "and the Black Rider? It's obvious what you got her for. One, to scare the shit out of the rapist, or two, to fucking kill him."

Mikado frowned, his blue eyes flashing dangerously into Kida's golden ones. "How the hell are you going to tell the cops everything if you can't even tell a therapist? If you can't even tell me?" He stated softly. "They'll want to know every nitty, gritty detail – all coming from you." He told him, before taking a few steps forward. He reached down and grabbed Masaomi's hand, who surprisingly, didn't pull back this time. He gave it a small grip. "Masaomi, I'll tell you why I did everything I did – just...come home."

Masaomi looked down at their linked hands, looking up at the raven-haired boy. He glanced away, he knew everything Mikado was trying to do was just to help – but how would he ever understand?

"I want to tell you everything, but – I think there may be only one person I can tell that too."

Mikado nodded slowly, "Okay. Who is it?"

–

This was virtually the last person he wanted to tell this to, but he knew it was one of the only people where he could be himself around and not feel ashamed, because Saki – she didn't judge you. She just smiled and gave her opinion.

He sat at the side of her hospital bed, reaching out to grab her hand and she gave him a warm smile. "It's good to see you again, Masaomi." She greeted.

Masaomi nodded in response, "Saki." He states seriously, staring up into her eyes.

"Masaomi is troubled. What is it?" Saki asks softly.

He grips onto her hand tightly, "Saki, I-" he gulps and he looks up at her, still smiling, her face isn't spread with worry or fear of what he'll say next. "I was raped."

Saki doesn't falter. Her smile is replaced with a frown, and she wants to give him sympathy, but she doesn't because she knows that's not what Kida wants. She chooses her next words carefully, "When?"

Kida lowered his head, "a while ago. During the time, I was also preoccupied with the Yellow Scarves and keeping my friends safe. After the gang disbanded, it hit me that...I had been raped." He said softly.

"Masaomi." Saki starts. "Are you sure it was before then?"

Kida furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to think. Was it before then? It was hard to remember. "I don't know," he admitted.

"Masaomi isn't telling the truth." Saki said, giving him her razorblade smile. "You remember when it was, don't you?"

He looked up at his ex-girlfriend. She was the only person he knew that could see straight through his lies and still be a modest human being about it.

"The threats started then," Kida says.

"Then...you know who raped you?"

Kida thought about it for a long time. It was true the rapist was masked, and that he had numerous dreams of different attacks, but if it was him. It all made sense.

"...Yes."

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