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Soooo… have no idea how to continue with the next chapter, so here I am, writing an EXTRA.

You read that right! This chapter is focusing way back when Mikan was raped. Literally. The night it happened, why it happened… and it will be in Kuonji's point-of-view (mostly). Any questions you have, I will answer, even if you ask me in a review or PM, and the question itself will probably be answered in one of the few next chapters. And I know there is going to be questions after this… especially about Jamie.

I wasn't sure if I should do this or not, but I kept getting ideas for it and then I listened to Learning to Fall by Boys like Girls and it actually suited this extra-chapter, so YAY, INSPIRATION~ Anyway, continue on.

Six Years Prior

Normal – Kuonji's POV

Italics – David's POV

Underline – Jamie's POV (Italics for the past or his thoughts (it wouldn't do underline and italics at once.)

"Why are we stopping?" Kuonji demanded as the limo stopped abruptly.

"Gotta get gas," the driver grunted. "Should probably stretch your legs while you have the chance.

He glanced out the window. The sky had become a dark blue color. Darkness would help with his plan. Perfect. He turned to his bodyguards. "I'm going to get some air, make sure the girl"-he motioned to Mikan with disgust-"doesn't escape."

When they nodded, he hopped out of the limo, glancing around. Today, he knew, was the day some students from the Gakuen Alice in America would be visiting Japan. Some of the students, anyway. Whoever took Japanese class and could afford this trip.

He walked a little ways, before taking a map out of his pocket, and letting his eyes scan over it quickly. Right about now, they would be only a few blocks away, if they were on schedule. He ran across the empty streets quickly, as to not miss them.

There they were. A group of people wandering the nearly empty streets, age mostly ranging from ten to fifteen.

Damn. He was hoping for someone a bit older for this job.

He could make do, though.

When their guide caught sight of him, she smiled in relief. "There you are. I was beginning to wonder if you were coming or not – word is things are rough in Gakuen Alice this year."

He nodded. "Some students are just out of line. They'll be fixed soon enough, Utau."

She smiled sympathetically. "Well, we were just heading to the park. Will you be joining us?"

He shot her a fake smile. "For a little while. Have to get back soon, though."

She nodded. "Of course."

They walked in silence to the little park that was only a block from where they were.

"Can you watch over the kids for a minute?" Utau asked, smiling sheepishly. "I need to use the restroom."

He nodded. Everything's going according to plan.

When she had entered the woman's bathroom, he turned his attention to the students, trying to pinpoint the oldest one of the group. Disappointingly, most seemed to be around thirteen and under, but there was one that looked almost sixteen.

All the students were in little groups, probably of classmates, but the fifteen year old was with three other kids, one that looked to be about twelve and the other two fourteen. The fifteen looking boy had blond hair, blue eyes and very dirty clothes with plenty of holes. He's poor. Kuonji inwardly smirked. Excellent.

Taking a deep breath, knowing he was risking everything, he stepped toward the group of four boys. "Do you want to make some money?" He asked, taking a handful of bills out of his pocket.

One of the boys, the twelve year old with black hair, glared at him with hateful blue eyes, but the other three perked up.

"Yeah. I'll do it," the blond offered unknowingly. "I'm David, by the way."

"I don't care what your name is," Kuonji snapped.

David blinked. "Well, what do I have to do?"

Kuonji glanced at the other three. "If you mention what I'm about to say to anyone, you can expect your life to end sooner than it should."

The boys – minus the black-haired one – glanced at each other, before shrugging and waiting for him to continue.

"I want you to rape a girl for me."

There was a moment of tense silence, before the two fourteen year olds turned and wandered away. The blond, David, stared at him, contemplating.

"The girl is weak, and I have people that can help you hold her down," Kuonji added. He flipped some of the cash around in his hand. "You'll get all of this if you do it for me." He took a photo out of his pocket and showed it to them. "This is her."

David admired it for a moment, murmuring something that sounded like, "Not bad…"

He resisted the urge to tell him he was disgusting and that she was eleven.

"This is disgusting! You're disgusting!" The boy with black hair and blue eyes spat disgustedly.

"Shut up, Jamie!" The older boy spat. He turned back to Kuonji, eyeing him warily. "And you'll pay me?"

He nodded.

"No!" Black-haired boy lurched forward defensively, but the blond shoved him backwards roughly.

"I told you to fuck off! What I do doesn't concern you." He shoved the boy again, this time to the ground, and kicked him in the gut. "If you don't like this, leave."

The boy, Jamie, coughed violently, clutching his stomach.

"That wad of money"- he motioned to the bills Kuonji was holding-"I'll get that if I do this?"

He nodded and David thought this through thoroughly.

Then nodded. "Alright. When? How will you get me away from the teacher? Where?"

"No…" the boy on the ground choked.

"You'll be going past a gas station soon," Kuonji explained. "Tell the teacher you need to use the restroom, but you'll catch up with her at the hotel; it shouldn't bother her much, the hotel you will be staying at is just around the corner. When they're gone, I'll let the girl out of the limo for some air, and knowing her, she'll try and run. When you see her, go after her. Some of my guards will go with you. Then do it."

He nodded determinedly and held his hand out for the money.

Kuonji eyed him distrustfully. "You will do this?"

He nodded, and Kuonji passed the money to him hesitantly.

TimeSkip

"Come on students, this way to the hotel!" Kuonji heard Utau call. "This way, this way!"

He locked gazes first with the twelve year old, who stumbled over his own feet, then hesitated, glancing at the teacher hopelessly, before continuing after her, trembling. Then he heard the blond, David or something, call out, "I have to use the restroom!"

"We're almost at the hotel, David," Utau said exasperatedly.

"I need to use the bathroom… now."

"Well then go to that gas station right there. You have your map, right? The hotel is just around the corner, I'm sure you won't get lost."

"When are we leavin'?" the limo driver asked angrily. "I've been waitin' hours!"

"Go to the hotel for the night," Kuonji spat. "We're done traveling for the day."

The driver glared at him, but made his way to the hotel, passing David on the way across the street. David nodded at Kuonji as he walked past, and Kuonji waited a couple of minutes before opening the door to the limo and glaring at Mikan, who blinked and glanced at him, then back down at her lap.

"Get out here, you idiot," he spat hatefully. "We'll be leaving soon, get some air."

Hesitantly, she unbuckled herself and slid out the door. "What took so long for us to leave?" she questioned timidly.

"Flat tire," he lied, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

Mikan glanced around uncertainly, confused. Recognition flashed in her eyes, and she hid a smile. She thinks she knows what she's doing, he thought in amusement. Mikan shuffled for a moment before taking off down the road, and a moment later, David was after her.

"Go after them," he told two of his bodyguards. She hadn't even glanced at them during the ride, just stared blankly at her lap, so she wouldn't recognize them. "The boy knows what to do, and so do you."

At the last second, a wave of regret washed over him. What if he mentions I hired him for this?

Damn.

"Hey, little girl," David started coolly, stepping towards the girl. Kuonji had referred to her as Mikan at one point. "Are you lost?"

The brunette turned quickly, eyes terrified, before she relaxed slightly.

"Are you lost?" He repeated, taking a few steps closer to her. The guards behind him laughed lightly at her obliviousness. He squinted at her through the dark. "Hey little girl, what's your name?" He asked almost unsurely. He could quite see her in the darkness properly, but he was pretty sure this was the right girl.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers anymore."

Anymore? He mused. You should never talk to strangers. Period.

"Well, tell me your name, and then we won't be strangers," he said simply. He glanced around, stepping closer. "Are you alone?" He heard footsteps behind him, signaling the approach of the guards. "Why can't you tell me, little girl?" He reached for her, but she stepped back.

"Don't touch me!" She spat, backing away.

She was catching on.

He grabbed her arm swiftly, and then threw her to the ground ungracefully. "C'mon, now, cooperate…"

"No!" She howled, "Natsume, help me!"

David pulled away quickly, glancing around. Nobody was with her, right? When no one showed up, he sneered down at her. "No one's going to save you. Give it up."

"He saved me!" She wailed. "He always saves me!"

"Well, he won't this time." He smirked and the guards moved forward as one to pin her to the ground. "You're on your own this time, little girl."

He watched her struggle for a moment, then cry out in pain. One of the guards flinched and she managed to scratch one of their faces.

The guard took out a knife, eyes blazing with fury, and dragged it across her face, snarling something through gritted teeth.

"No! No! Help me! Natsume!" She struggled violently, choked sobs escaping her lips, not even seeming to notice that her top had been ripped off.

David swallowed. God forgive me, but I need this money.

Kuonji entered the hotel, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I need a room," he said simply.

The man at the front desk handed him a key, muttered directions to it and told him the price for one nights stay, which Kuonji quickly paid, before stalking up the staircase, in no mood to wait for the elevator or listen to it's annoying music.

He glanced at the number on his key, trying to remember the directions. Up one staircase, left, five doors down, room 208.

He scowled when he realized that the door was on the right side, not the left. He sighed, entering it quietly, muttering under his breath, "God forgive me for all of this…"

Jamie gritted his teeth desperately. Don't do it, David. You're better than this.

Willing David not to in his head wasn't going to get him anywhere, he knew.

David needed the money. He was a no star, got the little money he had stolen from him, his parents had disowned him, and he had failed four grades.

"Don't touch me!"

He cringed.

No!

He couldn't go through hearing the pleas for it to stop, not again.

"Why aren't you helping me, Jamie?" Jade's sob echoed through his mind, and he remembered her blue eyes, identical to his, pleading with him.

Then the image of his father flashed through his mind. Red in the face from drinking, looking insanely furious.

"Why did you come back, Dawn?" His voice screamed in Jamie's head. He had thought Jade was their mother. "Why are you back?"

"Dad, it's me, Jade! Not Mom!"

His father's fist had snapped out and connected to Jade's cheek, and she shrieked in agony,

"Jamie, help me!"

Bloodshot eyes turned to him, and he flinched in terror. "If you interfere, I'll snap your neck, Jared."

Jared. Their dead older brother that had been the creator of this monster.

"No! Natsume, help me!"

He pressed his hands over his ears desperately as another scream erupted. Someone help her!

He heard a door open and shut. His memories paused, as he wondered if David had come back, and Kuonji, or whatever his name was, had found another person to do this.

He wasn't sure he could handle being in the same room as a rapist.

"No! No! Help me! Natsume!"

He pressed his face into the hotel pillow to soak up his tears and muffle his own screams. God forgive me for not helping her…!

Kuonji walked out of the hotel in the morning.

He had heard the screams last night, so he knew the deed was done. Now he just had to follow the direction the screams had come from and hope that no one had found her first.

He smirked when he saw her naked body crumpled on the ground, and motioned for the two guards he had left to wait. He had told the others to head back to Gakuen Alice when this was over.

"Well, well, well," he started, and Mikan stirred slightly. "If it isn't my little runaway."

She blinked at him and he barely refrained from grimacing. She had bruises everywhere, a long cut going across her eye, ripped bits of clothing were scattered around her and her body in general disgusted him.

"This is what you get when you run." He paused, wondering if David had let anything slip. "What happened?" He turned to his workers. "Go get some clothes. Now!" He added when they didn't move.

She remained silent as they walked off.

"Mikan," he started again, hating the sound of her name. "Tell me what happened." That bastard better not have said anything about our deal.

She burst into tears and explained what had happened between hiccups and sobs, pulling on clothes that had arrived quickly. David hadn't said anything.

"Wh-why," she started. "Why did you bring me so close to my grandpa's house?"

Right. The second part of his plan. "Punishment of course." The rape was to teach her a lesson. The boy would be in her new school. It would torture her forever this way.

Killing her grandfather was to make up for her thinking she could run.

A week later, David was sitting at his desk tiredly, guilt eating him alive… again.

It was driving him insane. He kept hearing her pleading for him to stop, for a boy named Natsume to save her, for mercy.

But he had let selfish reasons take her innocence, scar her for life, ruin her forever.

"What's wrong, David? You look bothered," Alexandria asked, leaning toward him.

Jamie Swift watched him from across the classroom, eyes emotionless besides for the small bit of horror that always lingered.

He flinched away from her. "Nothing. Leave me alone."

She scowled, insulted, and sauntered away, leaving only Jamie's eyes following his every move.

He had probably lost Jamie's friendship by even considering the rape, let alone doing it and kicking him in the stomach.

Not that he didn't regret everything.

It wasn't well known that Jamie had watched his twin sister, Jade, get raped, right in front of him. Only a few friends knew, and David had only found out by over hearing Claire and Arden at one point.

Their homeroom entered the classroom, yawning out a greeting.

Some of the students responded with, "Good morning, Ms. Lee!"

Said teacher rubbed at her eyes tiredly and yawned again. "We have a new student today, students," she murmured, glancing toward the door.

David froze when she entered, Kuonji behind her. No!

Mikan stared straight ahead, but Kuonji's eyes flitted across the students, lingering on David for a moment. He glanced down at Mikan, who finally lifted her head and allowed her eyes to scan over the students.

They froze when they past over him, a look of horror passing through them, before turning to the floor stiffly.

Kuonji smirked at him as she started to introduce herself quietly.

"Can't you talk louder?" Alexandria complained in an exasperated tone.

Mikan flinched slightly but said nothing about the comment.

Ms. Lee excused Kuonji and told Mikan to sit by Damien, who would be her partner from now on.

Damien raised his hand and Mikan walked over to him silently. Damien greeted her by checking her out, then making a perverted comment about her body.

A couple of people laughed, but Damien looked disappointed when she didn't react.

David stared at the back of her shirt.

Redemption.

He smiled widely, probably looking as insane as he felt.

This was his chance. He could do his best to make her happy, to make up for his sins.

Jamie shut his bedroom door behind him, and immediately slid to the floor, retching.

It was her.

The girl that had gotten raped a week ago, was now here, in America.

He curled his fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

The familiar haunted look was in her eyes.

The one he had seen in Jade's eyes before she repressed everything.

The one in his mothers eyes before she left her drunk of a husband and ditched her two children with him to be tortured.

The same one he saw every time he looked into a mirror.

When he heard her voice, he heard her screams from that night. He heard hers, his and Jade's.

How could he live with her so close to him and remain silent? Not tell her that the man that had entered the classroom had arranged for her to be raped? Had paid someone to do it?

Assuming David did it.

He clamped a hand over his mouth to stop the scream that was threatening to come out.

No.

He couldn't survive with her there.

He'd die of guilt.

Redeem yourself.

He blinked.

It was too late for that… right?

No.

He could make people smile. He would make her smile like the one she had in the photo him and David had been shown. He could make it up to her.

"Did you do it?"

"Did I do what?"

"Did you rape the girl?"

In the darkness of an almost empty classroom, David stared at Jamie Swift for a prolonged, silent moment.

"Didn't I tell you to stay out of my business?"

"She's a classmate and friend now. This is my business too." From the determination in his eyes, David knew not answering wasn't a choice.

He was silent another long moment.

Before lying smoothly, "No. He got someone else to do it."

Wow. That was awful. I mean what I did, not how I wrote it. I'm proud of how it's written. It's got a lot of everything in it, and kinda reminds me of the chapters I write on my other file.

So let me point some stuff out here:

Kuonji, David and Jamie all ask God to forgive them for what they've done, starting with David, which shows his remorse. He had a reason to do what he did, but in the end he drove himself crazy with the guilt.

Kuonji simply apologizes because he generally hates his life, and hopes for a better afterlife.

Jamie apologizes because he couldn't save her.

Second, they all use 'make it up' or 'make up' in the second part. David wants to make up for his sins, thus leading to his future insanity and love for Mikan.

Kuonji uses 'make up' as a revenge thing, however.

Jamie wants to make Mikan's life better, to make her smile and forget.

So, after seeing this, realize something: David is not a bad person. He is. But he isn't. He's simply insane. Abandoned. Bullied.

Anyway, here's a gift – a sneak peek at something that will be happening:

"So what?" She spat, eyes tearing up. "You just became my friend because you felt guilted into it? Not because you seriously wanted to know me? Not because you actually cared?"

"No!" He cried, eyes wide. "Mikan, it wasn't like th-"

"Yes it was!" She snarled. "You couldn't save me when I was raped, so you thought you could save me after!" She turned and stared down at the familiar hospital bed. "Get out."

"Mikan please-"

Her head snapped back up so she could glare at him, and her anger burst forth. "I trusted you!" She screamed. "I trusted you more than anyone! More than Natsume! And you've been lying to me for years! Our friendships a lie!" She picked up the empty food tray from beside her bed and threw it at him violently.

He flinched when it smashed into him, but didn't move. "Just let me explain," he pleaded.

Tears leaked from her eyes. "There isn't anything to explain, Jamie," she said coldly.

"Mik-"

"Get out!" She howled. "Get out, get out, get out! I hate you!" She threw some of the magazines on the hospital table at him. "I never want to see you again! Get out!"

One of the things she threw at him left a cut on his arm, and she almost got up to make sure he was okay when she spotted blood. She probably would have out of natural reaction if she hadn't just gotten a bullet taken out of her chest.

So, what do you think of that sneak peek? Obviously Mikan has figured out what has happened in this extra, and she is furious. Betrayed. And got a bullet taken out of her chest? What? HA-HA, you will find out.

Happy belated New Years and Christmas, by the way. Think of this as a present.

Please review, I am (not) literally dying to know what you guys think.

Anyway, good morning to anyone else awake at four in the morning… why do I always write so early? I'm going to bed.