Chapter 7: Why They Live Together
The gang members were alarmed after Hiruma's statement. But before they could leave the old storage house, the police came. Yamato and the rest of the team were interviewed while the gang members were temporarily detained until they get the statement from the Manager that was kidnapped.
The police also came to Mamori's place. Apparently Hiruma called someone he knew and already told them to bring medical personnel. A female cop got Mamori's statement in her room (since Hiruma was against going to the police station since it will cause a ruckus). No one else was with them to make it easier for her. Mamori asked if she could get a bath first before they spoke. She chose not to file a case or anything but the gang members that went to her place would spend more than a week to one month in prison after they recover to reflect on their deeds. After all, they were seriously about to do a gang rape.
Mamori involuntarily shivered at the thought. She recalled the gang leader's genitals. She run to the closest sink to puke. Disgusting. Utterly disgusting. She wondered if she would ever forget that. But she knew she wouldn't.
Hiruma just entered the room as the policewoman was about to leave. He saw Mamori puking and he wanted to go after the gang in the police cars to shoot the fucking bastards dead. The gang said they didn't do anything to her. They said that they just made her remove her undies and made her lie down the bed so they could take the pictures. It was just to rattle him and the team.
The Fucking Skull swore on his life that neither he, nor anyone in his gang did anything sexual to her. They were about to, but he and Agon came.
Nothing before that.
They all swore they didn't.
Then why the hell is she puking? Why the hell did she go and take a bath before having the interview with the cops? Why did she want to clean her body that eagerly? Damn! He wanted to kill. He seriously wanted to kill. He should have killed that Damned Skull. Where the fuck is his gun?!
Ah, Mamori still has it. She didn't trust him to be calm enough not to use it.
He is calm and collected. Except he really wants to shoot people's brains right now and hear it splatter to the ground. He never knew a time would come that he would seriously want to kill people.
Mamori sensed the dark aura behind her. She took the warm water that the female cop was giving her. "You'll get through this. Be strong," the cop said; having seen a lot of things like this due to her job. She didn't dare say that others have had it worse; because she knew it's different for everyone. The trauma that women experience after attempts like that varies from person to person. Not because it was just an attempt meant that everything is alright now. Because from now on, Mamori has to live with whatever she experienced, still in her memory. It would be convenient if she could just forget it. But there are things that you just can't forget even if you want to, and bad memories top the list.
Hiruma's ears rung at those words. So something did happen. Those fucking bastards did something. He wouldn't even want to imagine it. His precious manager. His precious Mamori. In the hands of those fucking bastards.
He cocked his gun; he would go and shoot some bullets into them. Some bullets would be fine right? He'd make sure not to shoot it at vital spots so they wouldn't die. Ah, yes. That's it!
And then he felt her embrace him from behind.
"Please calm down," she said in a low voice that made him want to go after those bastards even more. But her warm soft embrace did calm down his seething anger. He doesn't know how she does it. Even his breathing and heartbeat went back to how it should be.
"Don't do anything unnecessary kid. You'll only make matters worse," the female cop scolded him, grabbed the gun he was holding, and settled it on the table before leaving. He couldn't say anything. She's right. His priority should be being with the manager right now. After all he called the cops since he knew Mamori would want to deal with things like this, properly. And he wouldn't even want to get those bastards as his slaves. He might end up killing them.
Mamori almost cried in relief when the door opened and she saw Hiruma. She thought she was done for. She hoped and prayed. And she believed in him; that he wouldn't abandon her. She enumerated a lot of things and she knew she had been useful to him and she could still be useful. She still wanted to be useful. She can still help him in a lot of ways. So he wouldn't throw her away right? He would come for her right? Yes, she hoped and prayed.
But being made with a choice like that, she was a nervous wreck but she acted calm in front of everyone. She had told the gang again and again that they would gain nothing from getting her as hostage since Hiruma would never concede to their demand. That whatever they say or do, Hiruma would never forfeit. She wouldn't want the team to forfeit as well. The game is very precious even to her.
But deep inside, she hoped and prayed that he would come for her. Or at least do something and get her away from this bunch of men as soon as possible. So she tried to buy time. Cerberus did as well. Yamato did as well. So she knew that Hiruma was really onto something.
She was calm at first, since she realized that they were not really planning to hurt or anything. But then gang members started talking to at least have fun with her since they went through all the trouble of getting her. They even rented that apartment beside hers. She started feeling terrified. Then the gang leader lost his cool and was about to make her suck his ugly disgusting thing when Hiruma and Agon came. She thanked the heavens for being on her side.
But that look on Hiruma's face. It looked so dangerous and sent cold shivers to her back. She knew he had lost his cool. He was menacingly furious. She almost didn't recognize him. And that perilous look in his eyes; he looked like he was ready to do something he would regret in the end. That terrified her so much. She suddenly thought he shouldn't have been here. Yes, after all she didn't want him to see her like this. She's wearing torn clothes and her underwear was being tossed around by perverts. She didn't want him to see this. But she wanted to get away from those thugs as soon as possible.
The gun that he held with his right hand, she had a bad feeling the instant she saw it. When he finally conceded and gave it to her, she realized why. It was heavy because it was loaded with live rounds. A cold sweat ran down her spine. Why would he go so far? Even if he is furious, why would he bring something so dangerous? He could have gotten himself hurt. He could have done irreparable things. And yet she still can't help but be grateful that he's there with her.