A/N: Haha! Told you I broke through my writer's block! BEHOLD! A chapter that explains why in the hell this thing is rated "M"

(Side Note: for those of you who have been waiting patiently for this thing to start rolling again, I did post Chapter 6 last week but something was wrong with the site and it did not send out any emails for it.)

"Rheeeaaaa!" Neima cried and banged against my bedroom door. I groaned and slowly shifted to open my eyes just enough to check the time that stared at me from my bedside table. 7:12 am. "Dad says you have to get up, school starts back today!"

"Fine," I finally sighed and sat up on the edge of my bed feeling like I pulled an all-nighter and had just lied down for a few minutes. Jesus fuck… what a fucking nightmare… It wasn't a nightmare. I looked down and realized I was in fact wearing the shirt and jeans Kurama had lent me the night before. "Oh, fuck… fuck…" I breathed out as I went over what had happened the night before for a second time.

About halfway down the flight of stairs, my wrist was taken up again, this time much more hastily. The force not only stopped me but pushed me up against the wall. Kurama's hand pinned my wrist to the plaster as his other hand slid up across my neck and jaw line, then back towards my ear as his fingers started to grip at my hair. The rest of his body melted against mine as he kissed me. I stood there completely shocked at his actions. His lips were clashing with mine with just the right amount of force and tenderness to make my knees weak. I didn't even realize how badly I wanted this until it happened.

"Shit…" I honestly didn't know what to think of it all. I knew I was ashamed of myself for letting my guard down and having a spirit siren posses me. I knew I was super pissed off that the bitch took my body and basically sexually assaulted both Kurama and myself. And then she made it even worse by telling Kurama I was fucking in love with him. What the fuck is that noise?! And then he fucking kissed me… I'm going to die. I can't handle this girlie flustered crap. Can I go back to being forced to sell drugs and killing people now please?!

"Fuuuck meee," I plopped back against the bed and covered my face with my arm. And now I have to be back in school which means I'll be in an uncomfortably close proximity for him to deal out his shenanigans… He probably doesn't even like me. It's just another angle for him to torment me with…

I got up, took a quick shower, and got dressed in all of about fifteen minutes. I reemerged from my bedroom with my bag over my shoulder. Dad was making breakfast and Neima was fiddling with her bag at the kitchen counter while waiting for food.

Dad stopped and looked back at me. "Well, that was quick. You ready for breakfast?"

I just kind of stared at him. This waking up for school and my dad actually being a responsible parent thing was still uneasy to me. I remembered, growing up, my dad was a beast in the kitchen. He was an all around chef, honestly. He always had food at the ready. So, in all honesty, this is the way he should have always been. I should be ecstatic. But watching my father go so far down the rabbit hole just fucked me up.

I just kind of gave my dad a smile in response. He was back to his old self because of what Kurama did to him. And my father had stayed his old self since. He even got a promotion in just a couple of months. All that just made me think about the fucking redhead again. I still didn't know why he even bothered to help me. I had been a complete stranger to him at the time. His actions still don't make any fucking sense to me. All I really knew about him was that he really enjoyed fucking around with people's heads and making fun of them in a way that usually made the victim think he was complimenting them.

So of course he would use the fact that I had feelings for him to breed some new way for him to get off screwing around with me head.

I ended up not saying anything to my father or sister and just simply walked out the door and headed for the school.

I mentally kicked myself the whole way there. Why the fuck would Kurama do that? There's no way a fucking seven-hundred-or-whatever-year-old demon would actually have any interest in a stupid, weak ass, sixteen-year-old human. Unless he's into pedophilia… then I guess it would make total sense… and fuck me for falling for him in the first place! God dammit! My life is a big ball of fucked up shit…

The walk to school wasn't too long, maybe about twenty-five minutes. I could see him waiting for me at the entrance about three blocks away. It was like he was putting out a vibe saying, "Come, let me make jokes at your expense. I have so many naughty things to say to ruffle your jimmies."

This bitch… I groaned when I saw him. With every step I took, I could feel that aching in my chest rising again. Ok, so what is he actually going to say? Why the fuck is he waiting at the school entrance? Is he trying to grab the whole school's attention on this? I can skip the first day of the semester, right?

I took a deep breath and let it out just before I was sure I was in his hearing range. Just ignore him and walk into the building… I stopped at the crosswalk. He was definitely waiting for me on the other side of the road leaned gracefully against the brick wall of the school courtyard. He watched me calmly with the corners of his mouth turned up into a little grin. He definitely had a one-liner for the ages he couldn't wait to say. I inwardly groaned again. My face probably displayed a very unamused expression that meant to say, "I already know what you're about to say, and this is my facial response."

I looked both ways negligently before stepping out into the street.

Tires immediately started screeching as two limos peeled out from around the corners of both sides of the school block. I knew instantly that their target was me. There was no time to think, only react. I couldn't have made it to Kurama's side of the the street without getting hit. I couldn't turn back without getting hit.

This was planned. They knew where I was coming from. They knew where I went to school. They knew the path in which I walked to school. They had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. So long, in fact, I would have ventured to say they chose this particular morning because they had been studying me to the point where they could tell I was distracted. This was very well timed. I stopped right where the double yellow line should have run through the white stripes of the crosswalk. The two limos were screeching again, both back seat windows cracked down with guns pointed at me as they came to a halt, cutting me off.

My face was already in its stone cold, emotionless buffer. My heart rate was perfectly calm. The tightness in my chest from earlier thoughts had long since disappeared. This is what I am used to - this calm in the face of death itself.

I glanced up over the car long enough to see that little smirk completely bitchslapped off of Kurama's face and replaced with his game face as well.

"Tatsuhiro's girl," the man in the back seat spoke while rolling down his window in front of me. That title sent horrible shivers down my spine.

"Depends. Who's asking?" I heard myself say as I looked back at the man dressed in a black suit and tie in the back of the car.

"I suggest you get in the car to continue this conversation or we will shoot every student in the vicinity," he threatened calmly as he opened the door and stood up, revealing an empty middle seat and another man with a gun still pointed at me.

I had to really think about that one. I watched as students rolled into the school courtyard, mostly in sets of two or three. Girls were giggling and gossiping. Guys were cackling and making crude jokes. Not a single student seemed to notice the two limos as they passed by. They didn't even look over. They looked so young. So naive. So innocent. They always looked that way. I hated every single one of them. But still, I didn't hate them enough to wish for any one of of their deaths. I told myself that they weren't the deciding factor as I got into the car. With my luck, I would have been blamed if, when the smoke cleared, there were dead students littering the entrance way and I was standing idling in the middle of the road. They would have all agreed that I was the one to have done it.

I glanced back to where Kurama had been standing just before I ducked down into the car. He had vanished. I didn't have any time to dwell on it, though. All four guys in the limo seemed exactly the same; slicked back dark brown hair, sunglasses, and black suits with black ties. The man in the passenger seat turned back towards me and held another gun at my face point-blank as the first one got back in the car. The door closed and the limo drove off. I noticed the other one turn around and follow closely.

"Alright, so what do you want?" I snapped at the guy who had initially addressed me and was now sitting to my left. The guy to my right was by far the biggest and strongest guy in the car. Like I stated earlier, they had this whole ordeal very well planned out.

"Mr. Ichirou has asked us to acquire you. He would very much like to speak with you," the man answered openly.

"Who the fuck is that?" I bit back.

"Well let's just say he won't be happy to hear that you've forgotten him," the guy warned calmly as he pulled out a handkerchief. "So we can either do this the hard way or the easy way."

It reeked of some kind of liquid for a car. That's not chloroform. What did Mr. Daichi say about this stuff? Ether? Greeeaaat… I considered my options. Well, if I just gave in that would leave a bad impression, now wouldn't it? I brought my leg up and kicked the gun clean out of the one guy's hand. The big guy to my right immediately jumped into action, grabbing both of my forearms and holding them against his chest, causing me to fall back and face the guy to my left. I could have probably gotten away had this occurred on the street and not in a car. The space was too confined. I couldn't get out of their grasps. The one who spoke held down my knees as I tried to squirm free. He slapped the handkerchief over my face, covering both my mouth and nose. I held my breath calmly for a few seconds, but they considered that in their plans as well.

The suit in the passenger seat leaned over and started punching me in the ribs repetitively. The first hit wasn't so bad, I barely winced thanks to the training I had been doing with Kurama and Hiei. The second punch landed exactly where the first one had. Then a this was starting to try me. With everyhit the pain increased. I definitely had a few cracked ribs at this point. There was still nothing I could do to get away, I couldn't even squirm at this point. The seventh punch definitely broke two or three ribs and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I gasped for air through the cloth and immediately started gagging from the fumes. My eyes stung from the potent chemicals. The guy in the passenger seat continued to hit me in the same spot over and over and over. I gasped and choked for air until everything started to become numb. The guy was still hitting me but all I could feel was the searing pain in my side. Someone said something. Then my sight went black.

"Sorry boss, I think we might have taken it too far. She could have internal bleeding."

The throbbing and piercing pain in my side came back with a vengeance. I was tied up somewhere.

There was a loud slapping noise and then a crashing of someone being thrown into a cabinet or something. "You idiots, now I have to drug her to keep her alive for a few more minutes. Harue, you know what to do with him."

There was a pinching in my shoulder. It was definitely something being injected into my bloodstream.

"Mr. Ichirou, I'm sorry! Please don't," the guy was begging and started to cry as his voice faded into the distance. "I'm so sorry! Mr. Ichirou, please!" And then a door closed and it went silent.

"That's the best I can do, sir," a deep voice came from behind me. "My only other suggestion would be to wake her up and do what you need to do now. If she does have internal bleeding, she might last another twenty minutes or so… and that's giving her the benefit of the doubt. I've heard stories about this girl. She's practically inhuman, but she's not immortal."

This Ichirou guy grunted and the door opened and closed again. More silence.

Ice cold water splashed on my face and chest. I gasped and opened my eyes to see this stout and rather fat man dressed in a dark gray pinstripe suit. He was almost completely bald but his facial features were softer than I would have guessed. (A/N: Not quite as short or ugly as Tarukane I guess. We all remember him right? XD) I glanced him over again as he held out his… hands? Well, one was more like a carving knife, and the other was a prosthetic. "They said you didn't remember me, you little cunt."

I clenched my teeth, trying not to focus on my rib cage that was screaming for help. No hands… Mr. Daichi… I remember this guy…

"Mr. Ichirou, Tatsuhiro's girl is here," the man announced.
"Let her in," Ichirou responded without glancing up from his paper. Mr. Daichi and I entered the room and the man closed the door behind us. "What is it?" he asked grumpily.
"Sir," I started a little shakily, "I've been ordered to bring your hands back to Tatsuhiro."
Ichirou set down his paper and looked me over, then he started laughing, "Seriously?"
I looked up at Mr. Daichi and he nodded once. "Yes, sir," I replied and pulled out the meat cleaver from inside my middle school uniform jacket. Ichirou started laughing harder and I swung down the meat cleaver on his wrist. Blood squirted every which way as Mr. Daichi gagged Ichirou before he could start screaming out in pain.
"Quickly, Rhea," Mr. Daichi warned. I lifted the meat cleaver again and swung it down on Ichirou's other hand. Ichirou squirmed and kicked around and Mr. Daichi struggled to keep him quiet. "Good, now—" The man who had answered the door came bursting into the room. "Rhea!" Mr. Daichi called to me.
I knew what he meant and pulled out the M1911 pistol, aimed it at the man, and pulled the trigger. "Let's get out of here," Mr. Daichi replied, then turned to Ichirou. "You might want to cauterize that," he offered his advice to the bleeding out Ichirou. He then scooped up the two severed hands into a bag and took up my hand and guided me out of the house.

"Yeah, I remember you now," I grimaced. "You look like shit, dude. What happened to your hair?" I wanted to laugh just to piss him off but ended up coughing instead.

A hand came down and across my left cheek jolting my head right. He had rings on some of his fake fingers that dug into my skin. Within a second, blood was dripping down my cheek and my mouth was filling with the iron-tinged liquid. "You should be more courteous to the man that's about to put you out of your misery," Ichirou spoke, still calm even though it was obvious I had insulted him. I spat some blood out as my vision started to clear. That's when I noticed that I had been completely stripped of my clothes. My legs were strapped to either side of this big metal chair and my arms were tied to a bar on the back of it.

I glared up at him. At this point I wanted to piss him off as much as possible. I wanted him to piss me off as much as possible. Why? Because I had just realized I could free my arms of the knot that held them together. All I needed was about a minute or two to do it without his noticing.

He didn't like my reaction I guess because he clenched the metal hand into a fist and punched me in the cheek this time. That one hurt. I gasped for air. "I will make you pay for what you did to me two years ago. I will torture you slowly until the life fades from your eyes." He paused and then placed his knife-hand on my left collar bone, just hard enough to feel the blood start to slowly drip down my body as it mixed with the water beaded across my chest. "I have been waiting for this moment for a very long time."

"Oh, trust me," I bit back, strained from all the pain I was experiencing, "I can't wait to kill you either."

Ichirou gave a somewhat bemused chuckle, thinking he was winning. He dragged the knife down over my breast just barely missing the nipple. The cut wasn't very deep but the slow and steady object being dragged through my skin was an extremely agonizing, almost burning sensation. I bit down on my lip to stop any sound I would have made at the pain.

This clearly egged him on even more. I just continued to stare him down, and I slowly worked at the knot with my hands.

"Fine, let's do it your way then." He went over and picked up my gun off of a small metal cart. There wasn't much else which clued me in that this was some sort of designated torture room. He cocked and aimed the gun at me from across the now seemingly small room and pulled the trigger. A bullet shot into my right thigh. My entire body cried out in pain from the initial hit, and my head dropped as the pain narrowed into what was now the most predominant wound. The throbbing was overbearing at first. I can't remember… is this the first time I've ever been shot point-blank? I muffled my whimper as best I could. I was definitely not giving him that satisfaction.

I watched as thick, dark blood oozed out over my leg. My vision had gone red. My cheek, ribs, chest, and now leg were pulsating back in forth almost making somewhat of a melodic quartet of agony. I was starting to lose focus on my surroundings again. It felt like I was swaying just slightly, even though I was tied down. I continued to try and work at the knot. It was finally starting to loosen ever so slightly.

"Damn." Ichirou walked back towards me. "You really are something else." His prosthetic hand reached out and took up my chin forcing me to look at him again. "I'll make you a deal. You give me one good scream and I'll end this."

"Go fuck yourself," I hissed, nearly choking on the blood dripping down towards my throat.

Ichirou turned the gun upside down and shoved it up my thighs. As the cold barrel ripped at my thighs and up into my insides I gasped as my head snapped back in reaction to this new onset of spasming, piercing infliction. I couldn't even breath the pain was so intense. The ceiling went in and out of focus and the swaying feeling intensified. Oh my fucking god! I'm going to fucking tear you apart!

There was a knock at the door. Ichirou left the gun between my legs as he straightened himself back out. "What?!" he demanded.

"Sir! The building is under attack! The intrud-" I got both of my hands free and pulled out the gun from my vaginal area and shot the guy at the door. I immediately pointed the gun at Ichirou and shot him in the shoulder. As he fell back, I started untying my legs.

"You little bitch!" Ichirou tried to stand but I shot him again in the kneecap as I went to untie my other leg. I nearly fell over when I went to stand. My body was screaming with every movement. It was all one overbearing humming of pain now. I was starting to go numb. But I'd be fucking damned if I didn't take this bastard out with me.

I lunged toward him, pinning his arms down with my knees. Funny… I'm going out of this hot mess the same way I got into it… an image of the guy Tatsuhiro had me shoot in the mouth all that time ago flashed in my mind. I set the gun down above where his head had hit the ground. I unlatched his knife hand and proceeded to stab him profusely in the chest.

Everything was going numb at this point. I kept stabbing him harder and harder, even though I felt less every time. My vision was now going black again. It was like being in a sick and twisted nightmare where you were trying to defend yourself but you felt like you were still losing somehow.

I heard gunshots and screams coming from the doorway which snapped my attention to it. My vision was coming back, but it was still blurred. All I could really tell was a man emerged in the doorway. I had already picked up my gun and had it aimed at him. But something stopped me from pulling the trigger. I knew that presence. The magenta clothing and red hair slowly started to clarify and I could smell the faint hint of roses.

Kurama… I started to feel myself breathe again. Another figure emerged behind him and I pulled the trigger without thinking. The man grunted and fell motionless.

I lowered my gun to my side and looked back down at the very, very dead Ichirou between my legs. It made me feel like I was going to be sick. I somehow managed, with much difficulty, to stand up. My numbing pain whirled around me as my vision violently started going in and out again.

I think I managed to make it a few steps before I realized I was being cradled on the ground. My eyes were open but I couldn't see anything. Breathing was too painful at this point. I sputtered and gagged on what my body was forcing itself to take in. The only comfort I found was the heat of Kurama's body against mine.

"Botan!" Kurama clearly yelled in horrified panic. I've never heard him sound scared before…

"What's wron-" I could hear Botan gasp. It sounded like she was talking over a phone or something.

"Help me! She's dying!"

"I'm already on my way!"

A/N: Well that was fun! XD

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