IMPORTANT PLEASE READ / WARNING: Warning this chapter I would rate a very strong M (sorry fans but its not because of Kakashi! I will be soon though ;P)

Start of this chapter has child abuse / rape. If this disturbs you in anyway do not read the first part in ittalics. I did warn you and I hope you enjoy the rest :)

Riverflowstoyou xxx


"Dad? Daddy no!"

"What's wrong Shizuka? Don't you love Daddy? You don't want to make Daddy upset? Angry? Would you?" You flinch at his mocking words. His voice is dark, demon like.

He takes a step forward, fists clenched by his sides. Stepping back in fear you hiss slightly when the back of your legs hit the cold metal frame of the bed behind you. You look behind you to see what you hit and spin back around tears starting to pour out of your six year old eyes. Your father is only inches from you now, looking down on you with dark eyes only seem to be getting deeper and darker. You take in a sharp breath of fear and let out a small scream as he pushes you roughly onto the mattress.

"No," you try to scream but it comes out in a squeak as his lips crash onto yours.

His lips are hard and unyielding. His tongue doesn't waste anytime in clumsily raging war in your mouth almost choking you in the process as his shoves it down your throat. His hard stubble scratches at your porcelain skin and you notice the strong smell of alcohol on him- you hated it when he got like this. You try to struggle but his strong grip just tightens and you know that bruises will be left behind to keep the other company. Hopefully the worse that will happen is the odd scar and more disturbing images that will haunt your life tonight. He pushes you up the bed keeping his firm grip and shoving tongue on you. You mange to use some chakra to give you enough strength to hit him away. You roll of the bed and luckily land on your feet, you run; your hand is on the handle. You scream in pain as your feet leave the ground and you are thrown forcefully across the floor. Your head hits the metal frame that causes you to scream out in more pain. Tears are rolling down your eyes and crashing to the floor. You can almost here them and pray that he won't break anything tonight. You reach up and place your hand where you were hit- it feels warm. As you take it away you see the red liquid trickling down it.

Your father picks you up by the collar of your cotton dress and slams you down on the mattress. When you look into his eyes now you can see only black and hate. Now he was doing this not because he could, but to make a point. He squeezes your wrists hard and still looking in your eyes he pulls at them and ties them to the headboard of the bed with his belt. You whimper in fear as he smiles as you, pulling his shirt off quickly and flinging it across the room, always smiling manically. His body is not hairy or fat but not toned either and heavy as he lies heavily on top of you. He's really let himself go in the past four months. You scream again as he digs his nails into bare flesh as his mouth claims yours again. He breaks away and watches you as you scream harder sowing amusement and joy in your fear.

Where is Mum? You keep thinking over and over again as he looms above you. His big fingers run their way up your slim body and cling to the top of the dress. You gulp as he waits longer, prolonging the pain. You shut your eyes as he rips the dress down the middle with his bare hands, scratching you simultaneously. You look down at your scars and weep at the new bloody wounds for the collection. You scream but a large hand strikes you across the cheek.

"Quiet baby, you love Daddy don't you?" He whispers. His breath almost choking you as the foul smell of alcohol fills your senses.

He finally stops and sits up plating his knee firmly between your legs. You twist and turn beneath him but unable to escape the wire bounds. You can feel the blood from your raw wrists run slowly down your arms. Your throat is raw and your voice is only a squeak. You hear the sound of a zipper. You look back at him and widen your eyes in fear as you see what he's planning- he had never gone this far.

You scream in agony from the shortest stab of pain yet worst you had ever felt in your young life. You wail and keep the snot and tears flowing freely as he pushes into you again. You can feel your own body scream and cry as a hot liquid flows down your thigh- virgin blood.

He kept pulling in and out. Kept causing pain. Using your screams of protest to just keep coming faster and harder. You couldn't stand the pain anymore. Darkness swept into your mind.

"What's wrong Shizuka? Don't you love Daddy? You don't want to make Daddy upset? Angry? Would you?" His mocking words echoing in your blackout.

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You wake up in beads of sweat drenching your body. Your breathing is shallow and erratic and won't calm down. Your eyes are wide open but you can't see a thing as you try to cross the boundaries between nightmares and reality. You cry in frustration and also fright of the memories that cut you deeper than your precious sword ever could. You stop breathing entirely as you realise you're being restrained. Faster then you can count you start to struggle and scream out in defiance believing you're still in the nightmare. Images of your demon father holding you down, drawing blood, bruising your lips and any exposed bare flesh. You scream out in fear trying to pull away from the strong arms around your arms and waist.

"Shizuka, it's ok. Shizuka please you're safe. I'm here" Soft voice whispers call close to your ear.

You keep struggling, but not as much and your screams are mere whimpers but your tears are falling fast. You can't free yourself of your fathers grasp. You were only six. Too week to fight, not strong enough to even understand. You cry out again.

"Shizuka please, I'll protect you. No one can hurt you. Shizuka he's gone, you're safe." You can recognise the voice now- Kakashi. His soft whisper in your ear calms you down and shivers runs through your body as you feel his mask against your cheek.

His bare chest is under you, rising and falling against your back. You weakly smile through the tears- happy your wearing only a vest top and shorts. You love the tiny shots of electricity that are coursing though your body with every little touch. You start to calm down and forget about your nightmare instead putting all of your strength and attention in trying to slow down your erratic heart and control the sensational jumping in the pit of your stomach. My God I wish I had been awake last night. Kakashi squeezes you comfortingly around your waist and relaxes resting his head on the top of your head, kissing you gently through the mask. You're holding his hands that are wrapped around your waist and dig your head deeper into his embrace loving the moment. You're sitting like that for hours and for the second time in your life you feel safe and happy.

Kakashi's PoV

Shizuka had admitted to me when we were younger what happened behind the closed curtains and shut door of the Oishi home, but I had never felt so heartbroken in my life. It's on thing to witness a rape, but a raping of a young girl barely six that I had loved then and now was heart wrenching. On top of that I could feel her emotions, hear her thoughts and the images were so vivid I wished I could have been the one to kill that bastard. Things may have turned out different if they had. I'd be the missing-nin. It'd be worth it though. To let Shizuka grow up safe in the confines of the village. To be loved by everyone and one day become a Jounin, then the greatest ANBU possibly even the Hokage if she wished. Obito may even be alive if I had been the one to offer the killer blow to her father only in name.

I looked down at the six year old, now grown up and realised I was even deeper in love with her now than before. I chuckled to myself at the earlier conversation today, making me notice the slight riding up of her vest top with every movement and touch. How her bare skin against mine felt like fireworks may as well be exploding inside of my heart. That's how she made me feel though- like there was no worry and no tomorrow. Just her and I, in this moment now.

She had that effect on me thirteen years ago and still had it on me today.

Your PoV

The sun peeped through the curtains of the bedroom, shining directly on you and the man beneath you. You open your eyes upon awakening and look up at the mans face. Kakashi smiles down at you. His eyes tired and bloodshot. He had stayed up to watch over you for the second time in two nights. Your heart flips at the sweet thought and you stop breathing for a moment as the sun hits him just right so he seems to be glowing like a God. You look back down at your entwined hands and don't make an attempt to move as you study them together. He starts to softly stroke them masterfully that you can't help but smile at. He leans down and kisses through his mask at your head.

"Can't we just lie like this all day?" he pleads in a low whisper before kissing your cheek.

"You have a team to train!" I told him.

He groaned melodramatically, pleading with you to not make him. You laughed at his comedic pleads and almost agreed went he started kissing your shoulders and up. Sending Goosebumps around your body and little moans from your mouth. Your pit of your stomach flipped its familiar flip and you were loving every second. You giggled, "Nope sorry Kakashi can't afford too much attention if you hadn't forgotten!" You argued light-heartedly.

He groaned like a toddler in defeat as you unwrapped him from you and got out of the bed. You looked over your shoulder at him and caught your breath as he looked back at you.

Oh yes, you thought, so glad I stayed awake this time.