ATF: So… am I going to be an uncle?
*bitch slap occurs*
ATF: OWWWW…! I just wanted to know! Gaaaahhhh!
Me: Here's the new chapter!
ATF: (my face… I think she broke my face…!)
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When 'it' happened, he wished he were dead. He wished he had a heart-attack during the process. He wished the bastards that drug him into this got hit by a truck…
Minutes after 'it' happened, he was knocked out. They had to run- someone was coming down the street; Izaya Orihara, the man had said- the informant had ways of fucking up anything, and they didn't want to get caught in his line of vision.
Maybe they knocked him out so the informant could easily pin him for the crime…
When he woke up, he was in a hotel room. A note was left for him, reminding him to keep his mouth shut or his little sister would get raped next. He quickly left, returning to the town he was currently residing in. It was a good 100 miles from Ikebukuro, but the long bus-drive was worth it. He had to make sure his little sister was okay.
For the first two weeks, he spent most of his time with her, though was on-edge. Those bastards could be anywhere. Suppose they went back on their deal?
He couldn't trust their judgment. They were sadists- worse than his former 'comrades'. They didn't want power, money, or domination. They just wanted to give people grief. Causing others suffering was their form of playtime. And what could be more sufferable than stealing a poor girl's virginity with brute force?
They liked to see strong people cry. They used this drug to render anyone powerless, like some sort of kryptonite. He knew it worked- they used it on him when he tried to fight back with his own powers; granted, his power wasn't the strongest, but he was willing to try when they threatened to use his sister for their sick games.
That's when they made the deal. "There's this girl in Ikebukuro we're targeting. Heard she was pretty strong- has laser-vision, opens portals, and carries a machete. You help us subdue her, and we'll spare your little sister," the man had said. "Just do everything—we—say."
He sniffled at the memory. He was so scared.
…
There was at one point he had the mind to molest a girl. But that was just to feel superior- yet she wasn't scared at all… because she knew he didn't really want to do it. Of course, once he released her from her bonds, the feeling arose again- but that was just because he got a good look at her bare ass and was turned on. Nothing happened, considering her friends came in and interrupted the moment.
…
He had doubts he'd go through with it anyway. No matter how pretty the girl was, no matter what position they were in, he wouldn't be able to have sex due to his nerves. Hell, he couldn't even look at her bare breasts without having a nose-bleed! Unless the girl was willing to let him get that close… if they were both ready… then maybe he'd be less nervous.
But to rape someone? …that was something he couldn't go through with at all. He wanted the experience to be special… he wanted to feel loved and share love during the moment.
It was better than how he was feeling now… Hollow. Empty. Alone. Sick. Disgusting…
Maybe that's why those bastards made him do it…
They knew he was perverted, but didn't have the nerve to go all the way- so they forced him to. They molested him until he was hard, then caught the girl in the alley…
Fuck…
They forced him to get inside a girl- a virgin, no less! The look of pain on her face made him tear up.
He kept looking at her with a terrified expression. Had he been able to speak, he would have apologized over and over.
He held on to her… it was the only thing he could do to attempt to help her feel alright…
He cried at the memory.
Suppose she was pregnant now?
He thought about having kids- having experience with taking care of his younger siblings, he figured he would be ready when the time came… but now he felt sick. He wasn't ready. He didn't want a child like this. The girl would probably keep him from seeing the child anyway… or, worse, get an abortion… a child would die because of him…
Because of those assholes.
He didn't want to run away that night… he looked back at her, seeing her stunned. He was afraid she had a heart-attack, had she not been breathing. He wanted to stay, to comfort her…
But he didn't. Who would want their rapist to stick around, anyway?
Those bastards wouldn't let him stay, even if he wanted to. Not to mention he had to make sure his loved ones were alright.
They were.
But he wasn't.
…
There was only one thing to do.
He had to go back.
His sister's school was going on a field trip to Shinjuku, but would be stopping in Ikebukuro on the way back. He went along with them… but claimed he would be staying in the city for a while.
He couldn't give the reason why, because he didn't want his sister to know…
He was going to find the bastards and kill them.
…
Something caught his eye during the second day of his search.
He saw her running by…
A man stopped her from jumping off a railing. Another young woman approached her… and she threw up, as if her nerves were shot.
…At least… he hoped it was because of nerves…
They went inside a hotel.
He walked over to the man who had stopped her from jumping. "Hey… who was that girl you saved?" he asked.
The man, who was blonde and dressed as a bartender, lit a cigarette. "Who wants to know?" he gruffly replied.
He shook, a bit uneasy. "I… I saw her at a convention a while ago," he lied. He remembered the Anime Con that occurred a few weeks back, thankfully. "We're both big fans of the Persona series and I was going to show her my manga collection, but she had to leave. I never got her name,"
The blonde blew out a puff of smoke. "Her friends call her WG… but I wouldn't approach her if I were you," he said, sitting on a bench. "She got raped, and isn't taking it very well- she tried to commit suicide last night."
He paled, wincing.
The blonde man gave him a look. "Something tells me you're not looking to show her any mangas. What do you really want with her?"
"I just wanted her name… Will she be okay? I-Is she going to get sent to a special care unit? D-Did she get pregnant?"He couldn't control his nervous tone. The girl- WG- tried to kill herself!
And it was all because of him…
Because of those bastards…
"Calm down!" The bartender-clad man stood up, gripping his shoulder- it was easy to tell he was quite strong, like he could break his shoulder just by squeezing it. Or maybe he was just weaker than he thought…
"I-I'm sorry… she… she just looked like a nice girl…" he said, unable to stop trembling despite the blonde's grip.
It was the truth. He had to keep an eye out for her and let those bastards know when she was coming their way, and whether or not if she was alone (not that it mattered- they would probably use more of the drug on her friends, depending on how much they carried). Watching her walk, looking happy and vibrant, he wanted to smile- she was like a bird set free from its cage.
Now that bird had broken wings, its power to fly gone.
"You seem pretty upset about it, for a stranger…" The blonde stated in a questioning tone. He looked at him dead in the eye; in the blonde's sunglasses, he could see his frightened expression. "Tell me… just what all did you do with her?"
He was ready to snap. He was going to break down and confess everything. He couldn't take it anymore!
*Skish!*
"Nngh!" The blonde flinched, turning around… with a switchblade in his back!
"Oi! Shizuo-chan~! Mind throwing back my knife?" came a teasing voice; down the sidewalk there was a black-haired man wearing a fuzz-rimmed coat.
"IZAYA!" The blonde, despite having a blade stuck in his shoulder-blade, ran after the raven-haired man in a blind fury, picking up a trash can and throwing it as he did!
…
The fuck was that about?!
…
Sighing with some sort of relief, he turned towards the hotel and walked through the door, sitting down in a chair in the lobby.
He was going to talk to the girl. He was going to apologize, and tell her that he was going to find the assholes who ruined both their lives.
…
The question was… how?
His cell phone rang. It was his little sister.
He answered. Talking to her might help clear his head.
"Hey, Jita."
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"The results came back negative," WG told the others, after hanging up. She sat down on the bed. "…That's a reprieve,"
"So you're not pregnant. You must have been in your safe-period," Tracker stated. "God be praised!"
"But… what would you do if you were?" ATF spoke up, quietly.
"Anti!" Junpei snapped.
"I-I just wanted to know!" ATF looked at his sister. "Suppose you did get pregnant… what would you do?"
WG gave a tiny scoff. "I'm against abortion, if that's what you're thinking." She replied, looking out the window. "If I did end up pregnant, I'd just give the baby to someone who wanted a child. There's a lot of barren couples out there… I'd just have to choose the right one. Someone who would take care of it, teach it all it needs to know, and make sure they were safe- get the full background check on them and everything."
"If you'd be so concerned about who raised it, why give it away?" Swaine questioned.
"Because I can't raise a kid- you've seen my rants about babysitting. I'd check myself into the asylum after the first two days!"
"…First three days, according to your journal." Fanatic stated, holding up the Rant Journal previously brought up. Puggsy sneered and knocked it out of his hands.
"I just wish the police would hurry up with their results…" Freddy muttered.
"I'm not waiting. Let's go!" WG said, storming to the door.
"Hold it," Puggsy spoke up, stepping in front of her. "You don't even know what they all look like! Two of them were wearing masks, remember?"
"Yeah, the only clue we have is that one of them-" Junpei began to say, until Swaine gave him a death glare. "…never mind."
WG made her way out the door, Puggsy stepping out of her way. Everyone followed, as she went down the stairs (she was too nervous about being in a crowded elevator, yet). "We can go off of that. I'm starting to remember some features…" she said, closing her eyes. The night was still fresh in her mind. "Pale skin… his hair was a mess, I think it was black…"
Walking into the lobby, she slowed down.
"I don't know when I'll be home yet. …Yeah, tell Akari I said 'hi'. …Right, Tomo, whatever."
Her head turned in the direction of the voice.
That voice…
The scared one held her close, letting out a cry as he forced his way in…
He looked her way and stopped talking. His eyes widened in fear.
He was scared as he leaned over her.
"Violet-red eyes…" she whispered, stopping as she stared back at him.
He looked back at her, with sad, frightened eyes.
"I have to go…" he said into his phone, hanging up.
He stood up, pulling his hood down, looking across the room at her.
Sadness was in his eyes.
They just stood there in silence, frozen in fear of each other.
Everyone else looked at WG. ATF followed her gaze. His own eyes slowly began to change to violet-purple. "Is that him?" he asked.
WG looked at him.
Same features, even if she only saw them clearly for a split second.
If it wasn't him, why would he be here, standing there and looking at her with guilt and fear?
She gave a nod. "That's him," she said, her voice trembling.
"Son of…!" Junpei growled, as he and the others prepared to chase after him.
*THUD!*
A portal opened beside the stranger as ATF leaped through… only his hair was longer, his eyes were glowing purple, and his nails had turned into claws- which were pressing against the man's throat.
"How dare you rape my sister!" The dark-ego of ATF snarled.
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A/N: Well so much for going a chapter without suspense.
Next chapter, we learn the identity of our new character… provided he's still alive.
It's going to be pretty tense for a while.
For those of you who have already guessed who it is… here's a cookie. *hands forth prize*
