All through the night, I sat up in bed wondering about Croatoan and what might become of him. So many questions raced through my head, but none were answered. I thought about telling someone about my visions, but it just... They would probably think it was ludicris. Something about Croatoan seemed off, yet he was the most normal person I met, especially considering lately. Knowing a sleepless night was ahead of me, I stood and crept to the window to look out at the moon. I opened the window and jumped out surprised at my actions. I calmed myself down about any problems with Orochimaru because he wasn't there tonight.

I stood staring at the moon, ignoring the damp chill endless winds blew in my direction. What did I know about Croatoan? He was 23. He was born on May 6, 1983. His parents died when he was little. He had no brothers or siblings and not many good friends in this town or anywhere nearby. (It seemed odd when you thought about it, so I didn't.) He had a weird little birth mark on his lower back that looked like a bunny. (So cute!) He had 50/50 vision and hated milk. (It was odd how deep that hatred ran...)

Was that it? It was... Why didn't I know more? Why was that dream nagging me so? It wasn't saying ,'save him before it's too late!' It said ,'You're not understanding! Try seeing the whole picture!' Ignorance is bliss. Sacrificing one is keeping the other. What was the worth? Open locks, whoever knocks. I was too scared to open them. Growling in frustration, I began wandering around. What did I want? Something inside me... changed whenever Croatoan was around. I second guessed myself. I feared many things. Vunerable. That's it. I felt vulnerable, yet so safe. I expressed my emotions so freely. It was the opposite feeling Orochimaru gave me... yet the same.

I was too far lost in my own spinning world, I stopped paying attention to what was around me. I was drifting into the darker side of town. Had I noticed, I would have ran. Looming buildings were menacing, so intimidating. Creaks and moans were emitted from strained floorboards and the shameless whores with customers. Wavering light blinked from inside stained glass windows. (Some were broken.) Shattered bottles littered the ground. Lucky or not, the pain in my left foot broke me from my stupor. I winced and hopped on one foot until I landed on the side of a building. I bit back tears as I pulled out an inch of curved glass. I discarded it by throwing it under a building.

I wasn't carrying bandages and I surely couldn't walk without risking horrid pain or infection. I made a solution to walk home now and keep my left foot balanced on my toes. It wasn't as easy as I planned in my head. First, my foot was bleeding a lot and the more force I exerted, the more blood. Second, I was losing a lot of it, so I was feeling dizzy. Third, I (not that I had a crappy sense of direction) had no idea on how to get back.

I felt like bashing my head against anything solid I came across. How could I be so stupid!? It's not that easy... I suddenly got a bad feeling.

Now, whatever happened next, I've spent a lot of time trying desperately to convince myself, 'it wasn't my fault' or 'I had no control over it', and shit like that. In all honesty tell me, when, with so many times in your life, you almost get raped, who's to blame? It gets real difficult to point your finger at your attacker.

In the haze I was in with the anemia kicking in at half-power, I stopped to listen to ragged shuffling that (I was thirty-six percent sure) was behind me. An odd melody of humming and hiccupping made me cringe. I twisted my head back to watch a burly man with wild, long, white hair in spikes, dancing by himself down the road. "Sumimasen, sir!" He spun on one foot and stared at me. His eyes scanned me head to toe, causing an odd smile to creep onto his face. If I had been thinking straight (or at all), I would have realized the approaching danger.

"Hai, hai?" Dropping to both feet, he walked unsteadily over to me. "How cans I heelp yo?" Alcohol was worn as perfume. This was sign two. I paid no attention.

"Well, anoo... I'm lost and injured. Can you help me get to my inn? It's the... It's the... I can't remember. It was on the other side of town though." His smile grew. I saw approximately thirty-six sharp jagged teeth lined up in his mouth. (Sign three?)

"Well I suppose we should just look around and wait until we find the right one."

"Oh! Arigatoo..." I left a pause suggesting he should fill in the blank, but after two minutes I asked more clearly. " Your name is what exactly?"

"Boku wa... Arashi desu. Anata?" He hesitated on saying (or choosing) his name. Sign four.

"Boku wa Kiki desu. Arigatoo Arashi-san!" I hopped over to him. "Which way first?" He gaze landed on my foot. He was smiling and now it was accompanied by an odd look. Sign five.

"What happened to your foot? It's not broken or anything is it? Are you able to walk?" He seemed eager to know if I was incapacitated. Sign six. "Here, Let me take a little peek at it!" Fingers ghosted across my skin as he examined me. Something wet slid across my ankle. I thrust my head down, but never saw anything unusual. Sign seven. "You should walk on that. Listen, just lean on me and I'll help you hobble around. Sound good?"

"Hai! Hai! Hai! Arashi-san! I don't know how I can ever repay you! When I get to the inn, how about I buy you... dinner or lunch or something?"

"Well ma'am, you might end up repaying me a lot sooner then you think." Sign eight.

I cocked my head to the side. "Nani? Doyu koto de? (1)"

He giggled. "Iie, iie. Wasuremashoo. (2)"

"Okay..." I leaned against him and he directed the way we went. He kept that twisted grin on his face throughout the whole duration of our time together. Both of us stayed quiet. I was uneasy, but never spoke up. It seemed as though he was driving me deeper and deeper into the bad part of town. Finally I knew something was up when he had us headed to go into a dark alley. "Anoo..."

"Iie! Don't worry! I knows a short cat Kiki-chan!" I began to panic a little. We headed into the alley with my thoughts running wild. The alley was clean, well unusually clean. Garabage wasn't staining the ground, and it didn't smell that awful. At the very end of it, a wooden (and locked) gate climbed high enough to make it impossible to climb. And so it began.

My collar was grabbed and I was forced into the gate. My hair was twisted into Arashi's hand and pulled back. He forced me to stare at him. "Don't worry. I won't hurt much... I promise." I took a good, long, hard look. I was ninety-five percent sure that this was the man who tried to rape me all those years ago. "I mizzed you. Did you mizz me?" He stroked my face with his cheek, covering it with grime.

The tender moment turned bad as I tried to bite him and got punched in the face. He seemed unaffected. "YAMETE! TASUKETE (3), ONEGAI!" I wasn't screaming exactly and I didn't sound scared. By noticing this, I saw an image of a frustrated Orochimaru running through my head. And now I began to cry. In some part of my head I heard the quiet pleading to Kami-sama to send Orochimaru to me to save me. I might not be able to trust him, but he would be possessive enough to kill this man for even having perverted thoughts concerning me.

Arashi-san's lips were on mine as he pulled down and discarded my pants. (and panties) I opened my mouth to call out again the second he moved from me. I, unfortunately, didn't know he only moved away to remove his pants too. As soon as he did he penis was shoved in my mouth. He was forceful, rocking his hips and using one hand to grope me. The other hand squeezed my thigh, roughly enough to bruise it. He tore my shirt badly as he looked for my tit. My stomach was left exposed, along with my breast that bore the cursemark. Is it throbbing?

I kept choking on it, but he wouldn't move. "Has't it gottan biggar?" He slurred at the wall. He took his fist and punched between my legs. More tears. He twisted his hand around until he was bored and then moved away from me. I spit up a little cum, making sure to aim for his feet. "Ur a big gurl na, right? So it's okay to pley wi yo like ones?"

I was injured. I had a badly bruised arm, my messed up foot, a bloody nose, a bloody mouth, a slightly bleeding head, and between my legs I was bleeding, too. I looked at the hand he sodomized me with. It had an odd ring with a tree on it. I had seen a ring like it before. I saw it... somewhere... I can't remember exactly where though... A punch to the stomach woke me from my muses. Drool slid down my chin. I lifted my hands to cover my face.

Why wasn't I doing more to protect myself? I was strong enough to survive against Orochimaru wasn't I? I was able to conquer my shikigami, right? So why? This is long overdue. It was meant to happen so long ago. Maybe this is my fault that it's happening again. History tends to repeat itself. My history will repeat, so I can't run. I'm still that same trapped child. I'm still that weak child. Maybe it's time I die.

Arashi hit the wall beside us with such a thud, the bricks behind him started crumbling. Orochimaru's foot pressed down on his face slowly, adding more pressure with each passing moment. He would do the same thing to him as he did to that doctor on the floor in Kimimaro's room all that time ago. It hurt to, but I stood up. I stumbled over to Orochimaru and held on to him from behind. "Please, don't do it." He turned his head only a fraction, but I still saw the terrifying look in his eye.

"Give me a reason why. Don't tell me he was just some secret boyfriend giving you a good fuck."

"Oro-"

"Was he or was he not raping you?"

"He was but it doesn't give you the right to kill him. Please just-"

"If I let him go, you do realize he'll just rape someone else or maybe do worse. Tell me, what do you know of this man? Nothing. For all you know he's a murderer."

I never meant to, but my eyes betrayed me. They told him I knew. They told him something had happened before. They told him he was right about so many hunches. They sent me through hell. "If you want to kill him, but make it quick."

"Fine." Arashi's head was gone in a matter of seconds. Before getting ready to leave, Orochimaru saw the man's ring. He took it off to examine it and after a few minutes, pocketed it. He took off his jacket and then draped it around my shoulder's. It was long and reached to my knees. Pale fingers zipped it up, while feeling my cold skin. He took me on his back and carried me to the inn in complete silence.

Well, I need a shower... Sorry about last week. Be happy though, tomorrow there will be another new chapter! This is 2007 words long so be happy.

1 - What do you mean?

2 - Let's forget it

3 - Stop it! Save me! Please!

Tasukete is the same as Dasukete. Just saying. And people seriously review! I think I had a drop in reviews lately! I'm crying and it's your fault.