I forgot to add this in in the last chapter, I found this youtube video a while ago and found it very funny and very accurate for our DMMD characters. Though I don't know if you guys have seen it or not but still check it out, if you do give me your thoughts on the video.

When I first saw it I laughed. My favorite was Clear's the first song I was dancing to the second made me go "aawww!" then the jellyfish song came on...and I cried. God damnit Clear! I swear out off all the routes Clear is the only one that made me cry tears of joy and sadness even in the Re:Connect as well. Now I want a Clear so can hug him!

Oh and Mink's first song was spot on. 'I'm a boss ass bitch!'

The video is called DMMD Expections Vs Reality.

Obiously type in youtube dot com and add in this part - /watch?v=Tc5ZBjen8nE

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ThatOneGirlwiththeM: Ahaha, I actually got a notification this time! I seriously don't know whats up with my gmail. Yeah, it's strange how one can work a lot better then at home but hey whatever helps gets the chapter done I say!

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Koujaku's Route Part 7

I looked all around for Koujaku, but still couldn't find him. I ended up back on Main Street, with sweat dripping down my face. Raindrops start falling harder and harder. All of Platinum Jail's weather is controlled, so a program is running to make this rain fall.

"Let's get back so we don't get drenched." I said.

"Yeah."

Not that I hate the rain, I just don't like getting wet. And Koujaku might head back too if it's raining…

With that in mind, I scurry down Main Street.

By the time I got to Glitter, it was a total downpour.

"We got pretty wet." We go inside, and I take a breath. My clothes are soaked and cold. I take them off, go into the bathroom to get a towel, and then dry them off. "Did you get wet, Ren?" I touch the clumps of blue fur coming out of my bag.

"I'm fine." Ren said.

"I can tell." I smiled.

My worry of him breaking down.

I put Ren down on the floor and go upstairs with a towel around my neck. I pass the living room, go down the hallway to the bedroom, and sit on the bed. My eyes move to the window. It's covered in droplets of rain, but it's soundproof so I can't hear the sound of it hitting.

I wonder if Koujaku is okay. He must be soaking wet…

"!"

A sound…from the entryway.

I quickly get up and look out my door.

…Koujaku.

He's coming up the stairs.

"…"

So he's back.

I want to say something, but I swallow my words instead.

He's drenched from head to toe.

His expression is dark and shows a hint of restlessness. It looks like something big might've happened, as he has a gloomy air around him.

As he walks, I can hear the sound of water dripping. I stand in my doorway, nervous, and wait for Koujaku.

He stops right in front of me.

Why does he have such an intimidating attitude? It's hard for me to speak.

"…You're soaking wet."

"…"

"You'll catch a cold. Here." I try to speak in my usual tone, but it comes out awkwardly. I hand him the towel that was around my neck. He grabs the arm I stretch out to him. "…!?" His grip throws me off balance and I fall to my knees. I raise my head, flustered…

And when I do-

I look into Koujaku's dark, looming eyes.

Water drips down strands of his hair, and some of it runs down his pale cheeks to his chin.

"…Koujaku?" I nervously call out his name.

"…Why did you do that?"

"Huh?"

"What did you say to him?"

"Him? …Hey!" Suddenly, Koujaku takes hold of my shoulders and violently throws his weight onto me. I try to step back, but stumble, and I fall onto the bed along with Koujaku. "You're hea… Hey, Koujaku…!"

"You talked with him…"

"Koujaku…"

"With him…"

"Him? …!" Koujaku takes both of his hands and roughly pushes them up my shirt. Who does he mean by 'him'…? Who is he talking about? And Koujaku's eyes. I can't tell where he's looking. "Koujaku, hey… Are you okay?"

"…!" Koujaku pushes his face down into my shoulders. At that instant, a spark of pain courses through my body.

"Ouch!"

What…!?

Did he just bite my neck…!?

Right after, a wet but warm feeling creeps up in the same area.

"Wh-What are you doing…!?"

The bite stings, but he keeps licking it. I hear the sound of water and rough panting near my ear.

"Koujaku…! Stop it…!" I try to squirm out of his grip, but he holds me down still, licking my neck with his teeth bared.

Why…

What's going on…?

"-Hey…!"

He lifts up my clothes in a rush.

Why is this happening?

What are you doing, Koujaku…!?

"…" Koujaku keeps licking, and moves up to my ear.

…I don't have any idea what's happening, but I'll be in trouble if I don't do something.

"Koujaku…! Hey, what the hell are you thinking! I said stop it…!" I try to put up a serious fight.

"Ugh…"

"! Ngh…!"

As if to warn me to stop now, Koujaku pushes me down even harder on the bed. He bites my wrist, and I flush white because of how powerful he is against me.

Koujaku…

I look at him, and he isn't listening to anything I say.

Did something… happen to him? He looks like Koujaku on the outside, but it's like he's a different person inside.

…A different person.

My body goes cold when I realize that. What do I do…!?

"…" Koujaku lets out a groan, putting his hands up my already half-rolled up shirt.

"!? Hey…!" He runs his rough palms over my skin and rubs my chest. Soon a panicked sweat runs down my body with Koujaku's palms on my skin. "Get- off…! What the hell are you… Ouch…!" On both my wet neck and ear, I can feel his hot pants.

"Guh…"

"Koujaku…Koujaku!"

"…"

"…Ugh…!" Koujaku holds back my attempts to break free with his terrifying strength, and licks all over my ear. All I hear is the sound of saliva glopping all over and in my ear. I lose my ability to think. I try to frantically turn my head away, but feel something awful in the lower half of my body. "…" Koujaku puts his hands in my shorts, and then my underwear. He shoves his fingers into my entrance while having two of his fingers pinching tightly on my clit. "Idi- ot…Let go, stop it…!"

I'm completely caught, frazzled, and try my hardest to get away. But Koujaku refuses to let go. Why did it have to come to this? And even with… Koujaku?

"But you should be careful. You're a little too defenseless. If you're not, something you take for granted will…Chomp! They might just gobble you up, you know?"

What that man in the kimono said to me comes to mind.

Why…

Why is this happening…

What's wrong with Koujaku?

I don't know, I don't understand.

I honestly…

Don't know anything about Koujaku…

"…Ugh." A sharp pain suddenly rushes to my head.

BA-DUMP

BA-DUMP

My head…

BA-DUMP

- Destroy -

- Destroy -

A violent headache rushes in, and I hear someone's voice.

BA-DUMP

- Quickly -

- Destroy -

…I don't want to.

- Destroy him -

No.

Never.

"…"

"Ah…!" Koujaku starts to violently move his fingers inside me. It feels somewhat good, but it's more mortifying than anything.

No more…

No more of this…

This is just too awful…!

"No, stop it…!"

BA-DUMP

- Destroy -

- Destroy -

I don't want to destroy anything.

But, I…

I'm going to at this rate.

If this keeps going on.

But I don't want to. Why.

I don't want this.

Stop…

- Destroy -

- Destroy him -

Stop it…!

"…Stop it, Koujaku!" I muster enough strength to scream, and for some reason Koujaku stops. But why, just up until a second ago he wasn't listening…

I focus on Koujaku's eyes, and he finally recognizes me.

"…" Koujaku looks down to me, and becomes startled when he sees the state I'm in. His mouth just opens and closes, as if he's trying to spit words out.

"…" The face I just saw… I raise my now free right hand up.

THWACK

"…!"

I turn away and punch Koujaku.

"…!" I'm taken aback just from hitting him.

Shit…

My hand just happened to slip. Sorry.

I stop before I can… even say it.

My right hand shivers from the hit, so I clutch onto it with my free one. I'm unsure why, but I just hit him. I was just about to explode, and my body just…

I want to apologize.

But I can't.

He can take… at least that much. Koujaku…

Why did you do that…?

A number of questions swirl in my head, but none of them come out. I look at Koujaku for some answer. Whatever is fine, I just want to hear him say something. Whether he's angry or about to complain.

Anything is fine, so just say something.

…But.

Koujaku pushes his lips together, and doesn't say anything. The cheek I just hit slowly turns red.

The unwanted silence just piles up.

"… Why…Why?" I start to shiver, about to cry at the end of my sentence. "…Why aren't you saying anything…!?" The sadness keeps pooling up inside of me.

No matter what I do, I can't get through to him.

I can't understand. I'm unable to.

We separate…just like that.

Koujaku makes an awful frown and closes his eyes: he then slowly turns his back to me.

And like that, he simply leaves the room without a word.

"…"

When the door closes… if finally feels as if time starts to move again. As if I had just been suffocating, my shoulders shake and I take frantic breaths.

"Hah…" I let out a shivering breath and stretch out on the bed.

My head still hurts.

I close my eyes and the pain pulses.

My head feels like it's in a blender.

The strain and terror lingers, and the inside of my ear has gone numb.

Koujaku… that wasn't the real him. He just took it out on me and did that on impulse.

I can still… feel the wetness on my neck and ear. That was a different person, not Koujaku. He came back to his sense when I screamed.

That sensation from earlier.

- Destroy -

Was that…

The power of Scrap?

And that's why Koujaku came to?

Granny did say that my power pulled people in. That I can enter their minds and make them work as I wish. And depending on how you use it… you can have the power to destroy a person's mind.

Did that power just save me?

What if back then, if I didn't bring Koujaku back… What would've happened?

Fear and dread slither through my body.

…It was terrifying.

Koujaku wasn't himself, but… I was terrified of destroying our relationship.

But what should I do now?

How should I act around Koujaku now?

Am I telling myself that even if he went through with that, we'd still be the same? Of course that wouldn't work out. It would've crumble right there too.

Koujaku and I…

We can't go back to how we used to be anymore.

"…" I don't want that.

Even after that, I still don't hate Koujaku. It was just so shockingly scary. But what hurts the most… is that I don't know why Koujaku did that. He still won't tell me anything. I'm just sitting here watching again…

…If I know the person very well, I can insert my will to his consciousness. Granny told me that I was able to do that as well. If that's true, I could strongly wish for Koujaku to tell me more about him.

But…

I don't want to use my power like that.

- Destroy -

- Destroy him -

Someone's voice reverberates in my still pounding head. It's as if it's blowing away my consciousness. It feels like something is dragging my feet into a bottomless swamp.

I… what should I do?

I'm at a loss when I suddenly hear the sound of a door creaking open.

What now?

I get up from the bed and walk towards the door. When I look to my feet, I see a ball of blue fur wagging its tail.

"…Ren."

"Aoba, are you okay?"

"…Yeah."

I crouch down and pick up Ren. I feel the usual sensation of his fur, and cover my face with it. My arms still hurt from when Koujaku was holding them down.

"Aoba?"

"…I'm okay." I mutter that to myself, and put Ren back down on the ground.

…I'm fine. I'm fine.

I recite that in my head because I feel like I'll fall down if I don't.

I fix my clothes back to normal, pick up Ren, and then walk down to the first floor. I pick up my bag sitting on the sofa and place Ren inside it.

"Are you going out?" Ren asked.

"Yeah. I… I could use some fresh air."

"I see."

I pet Ren's head and leave through the entryway.

Rain is still falling. But it seems much lighter than before. I breathe in some open air and feel just a bit of my anxiety wash away. Without an umbrella, I walk around the streets.