I have two stories started for this series. I have yet to post the other but they are both Tsukasa x Nene x Amane

TRIGGER WARNING :IMPLIED PAST RAPEALMOST RAPEDRUG ABUSEPHYSICAL ABUSEMENTAL ABUSE

There will be loads off fluff but I love angst. There will be grammer issues as well, so I apologize in advance

He said he loved her. He would shower her in praise after bruises formed and made sure she knew he loved her.

It was a lie.

He had dumped her in front of everyone at the party. Smirking and dragging her through mud the whole time. She had gotten upset that he was letting another woman throw herself at him. Even going so far as to feel her up in front of Nene like she wasn't there.

She quietly asked him what he was doing with a tearful gaze, and he immediately sneered at her. He had pushed her harshly back and she nearly fell, stumbling into someone else. She apologized profusely and turned, holding her shoulder where he pushed.

"God your so clingy." He hated when she spoke to anyone else. He became jealous anytime she tried to speak to someone knew and had thrown a fit every time she tried to go out with her friends. Clingy? Maybe she was. She was lonely. He was the only person who said he loved her.

She ducked her head in embarrassment and blushed heavily. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. He scoffed and turned away.

The night continued to get worse. He seemed to get more annoyed with her presence and anytime she seemed to try and speak with anyone, he would chime in and talk over her. His insults began building all night as well.

"Why do you have to dress like a slut? It's so disrespectful." He specifically asked her to wear this dress to the party. He said it was his favorite. Said he wanted to show her off.

"Damn do you ever shut up?" He gripped from beside her. She snapped her mouth shut. The person she was speaking too was another girl who was trying to make friends. The other girl looked awkwardly to Nene's boyfriend before excusing herself. Was she really that annoying?

"You haven't gotten any thinner like I asked. That dress used to fit you better." That was random. She looked up and nodded with a smile.

"I'm sorry. I've been trying to eat healthier..." She hasn't eaten today. Nor a lot recently at all. She placed her hand on her flat stomach. Had she really gained that much weight that it was embarrassing him? She should really work harder. Exercise more. Eat even less.

It didn't take much longer for the dam to break. He was getting steadily more drunk. The more he drank the meaner his comments. Eventually he went totally off on her. She had been lounging around, drinking herself, not speaking to anyone. Her phone had been in her hand and she had texted her friend, Aoi, how she had been. She never gets to use her phone around him, so she tried using this opportunity to check in with her at least.

He caught sight of her across the room on her phone, and charged over seething. He grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her up. Those around her murmured eyeing them both. "Who the fuck are you texting? You cheating on me you fucking bitch? Bet your texting those fucking guys you slut."

The people directly around them watched snickering and whispering. "No no I promise I was only checking in with Aoi! I haven't spoken to her in awhile!"

He tried grabbing for her phone and she pulled back. "Why can't I have your phone huh? You're obviously lying. I swear to fucking god I will hurt you so bad if you dont give the phone."

He growled out the last part so low only she could hear. Those around them looked at her with raised brows and seemed to be in agreeable with him. She didn't want to give up her phone because he would break it. He always did. She couldn't afford a new phone- he had borrowed the last of her savings earlier that week.

His hand tightened around her wrist even more and she winced in pain. Another bruise she would have to cover. He released and she held her wrist against her chest. "Cheating whore I'm fucking done with you." He hissed.

Her eyes widened. What? Her heart sunk in her chest and she stood stock still. "W-what?" He took a step back and his gaze was intense as he lifted his lip.

"You heard me. I'm done with you. I've had it. I can't stand being around you anymore. Your fucking embarrassing to be around. You always fucking cling to me and it's so goddamn suffocating. I hate it. I hate you." He spat every word. Voice filled with disdain.

Her hands shook and she shakily held her phone out. "H-here I swear I was just talking to my friend. I promise! You said you loved me- I promise I'll be better. I wont be clingy! I- ah!"

He swatted her hand away with the phone harshly and she raised her hand to wipe away falling tears. God this was so embarrassing. How was she the one being embarrassing? There was so many people watching, whispering, loving every second of this dumb drama.

"Nene look I felt sorry for you okay? I wasn't thinking when I asked you out. It was out of pity. You're such a try hard. It's too much. Your so fucking slutty and always throwing yourself at anyone who spares you an ounce of their attention. Get a clue you fucking bitch, no one likes you. I've wasted a year of my life because I felt sorry for you. You should be fucking grateful I ever even looked your way. And god you're always messaging and talking to other men, it's ridiculous. You're a whore and a slut."

He turned and slipped into the small crowd and left her standing there. She stood there staring blankly at where he once was with tears streaming out of her eyes. Her body recoiled at a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, that was fuckng brutal. Don't let that dickhead get you down. Here drink that fuckwad away. He seemed like a dick."

A drink was shoved in her hand. It was the girl who she was talking to earlier that had left when he butted in. She smiled shakily. And let herself be guided to a corner where several other girls were. A few had heard the whole thing but the others had not and she was almost coddled to a degree by the strangers.

The girl who dragged her over slipped a small baggie in her hand and winked. It had a few tabs of acid and pills. Nene froze trying to comprehend. Her brain is still not functioning properly or wanting to process her situation. "I call this a goodie bag! I normally carry some with me wherever I go to help get me through these things! Looks like you need some too haha!" The girl spoke excitedly. Her words were rushed and Nene wondered if she might be high herself.

After some coaxing she was prompted to put a tab of the LSD under her tongue. A few of the other girls had as well, easily partaking in taking the drug. Nene felt out of place and not there. Her mind replayed hurtful words no matter how much she drank. Replaying the way he would love her, and hurt her when they were alone.

"Here take some of these too if you really want to try to black everything out." Another girl pointed to the couple of pills in the bag. Nene smiled. Her head pounding from an oncoming headache.

A minute later Nene felt somone slap her arm. "Holy shit girl you may have taken too many. You wernt supposed to do all of those you fucking dumbass. You trying to kill yourself over here!?" The other girls eyed her nervously and the empty bag next to her. Dying. That wouldn't be too bad. She wouldn't mind. It sounded nice actually. She simply smiled at the women around her and took another drink.

"Bitch is crazy." The girls eventually relaxed when it seemed she was fine and seemed to indulge themselves a little more in the party favors being passed around. The other drugs alone were something she was moderately familiar with, as her boyfr- ex. Her ex, had sometimes partaked in and basically forced her to participate in his activities. The LSD was new though.

They shoved drink after drink at each other, becoming very out of it. They bitched about previous exes and shared bad break up stories all while Nene nodded along and zoned out. After a time it dwindled to only a couple girls as the party thinned. It was incredibly late. Or rather very very early.

Nene really should be going home. "He was 'm ride…'' She slurred and grabbed her purse. The other two girls passed out next to each other on the floor. She didn't even know their names. Nene stumbled to the bathroom, surprisingly it was empty from anyone trying to hook up. She locked the door and paused when she looked at herself in the mirror.

Emotions suddenly bubbled up and broke free and she started sobbing uncontrollably. She slid down the bathroom walls and curled into herself. What was she doing?

She pulled her phone from her purse and rubbed her eyes and the blurry screen. There were several missed calls from Aoi. After her quick message to her earlier, there were several messages of almost pure gibberish sent. She squinted trying to comprehend her own typing. Her hazy mind supplied her with it being her complaining about what happened.

There were worried text coming from Aoi, and she sent several long messages that Nene didnt have the ability to read at the moment. She probably worried about her but she actually felt a sense of relief knowing that someone cared. That Aoi still cared. It had been a while since they had last spoken.

Was there anyone she knew for a ride? Certainly not here. Her friends maybe, but she didn't want to disturb them so late. She lived across town and it would be about an hour walk. She could do that.

"I want to go home." She whispered to the empty bathroom.

It took a few minutes but she eventually pulled herself up and leaned heavily on the bathroom sink, tightly gripping the edges. Her face was blotchy and red from crying. Mascara had black smudges and tracks running down her face. Her eyes were red and dilated heavily. Her pupils are huge. She stared at them and almost laughed. It looked so weird.

Her hair was done up when they first got to the party in a clip, but now it was everywhere , halfway down and strands sticking up. Her long hair was hell to deal with.

It took a few moments but she rinsed her face off and cleaned the smudges as best as she could. She reapplied some simple makeup to cover her redness and reapplied her mascara.

After managing to untangle her clip from her hair, she put it up into a simple bun to keep it from being everywhere. She took a step back and smiled at herself in the mirror. Her vision is still hazy.

She didn't look like her heart had been ripped into while people watched. Didn't look like she was humiliated and degraded. She looked tired but pretty.

She trailed her hands down her front and sides, smoothing out her dress. It was short, cut a few inches below her ass. the front dipped down showing her cleavage and her dress had slits along the side, showing bare skin. The dress wasn't something she would normally wear, but it was still nice. He said he liked it.

She frowned. She needed to go home. She should leave now so she could get home before it was light out.

For a split second she thought about messaging Amane. He would come get her in a heartbeat. She hasn't spoken to him or his brother in ages. She sighed forlornly. It would be nice to be able to see them. They had left town about a year ago, but had gotten back a few weeks ago. They both had been pestering her trying to get in touch but she hasn't responded. Her ex had made her block them from her phone.

As she exited the house, stepping over couples and people passed out, she tapped away on her phone unblocking people in her phone.

Her body shivered as the cold hit her. She stumbled and hugged herself, rubbing her arms. Her favorite jacket was in his car. Her eyes hadn't seen him once since he dissapeared in the crowd so she had no clue if he left or was still there. She was thankful though.

She had sobered up a bit from the alcohol but the other drugs had still had a hold on her. Her brain fuzzy, and her vision hazy, making it very difficult to see where she was.

Despite it being so late, there were still some people loitering here and there. Some had called out to her and she had blushed heavily when they insinuated she was selling herself. She waved them off and a few left her alone easily, but others had tried to talk her into it. She may be fucked up, but she wasn't down for selling herself like that.

But wasnt that what she had been doing really? Selling her body for an ounce of affection he gave her?

She shook her head and sighed. Worry had started to build further into her walk. Less people were popping up and it was feeling more sketchy. She knew this town well, and she knew it was right to be worried. What was she thinking walking home? She should have called someone. Her heart pounded in her chest as she got more freaked out. She felt twitchy. Her anxiety rose steadily. Probably due to the lsd. She felt paranoid. Things moving at the corner of her eyes caused her to jump and turn, but nothing would be there.

After a while she heard shuffling behind her and glanced quickly. For a bit there was a few people following her at a good distance. She reached into her purse and pulled out a switchblade.

It was a silly gift from the twins. Instead of pepper spray or something else they gave her a knife and demanded she use it if she ever felt threatened. She had thought it was silly and laughed, but agreed and always kept it in her purse. She tucked it into the front of her dress just in case.

After that she reached for her phone and dialed a number raising it to her ear. Embarrassed and slightly ashamed she decided this would be better. He and Tsukasa would help her. Well if he answered the phone anyways. Maybe he was sleeping? What if he was so upset with her he would ignore her?

There was a click and she nearly cried when she heard a voice on the other end of the phone. "...So after all this time you finally contact me and it's almost four in the fucking morning."

She breathed through her nose and quickened her pace as she noticed the distance between her and the group if men shrink drastically. She was scared. "H-hey Amane, I promise you I wanted to reach out but i couldn't. But I really really need you right now. I'm walking home and there's some people following me-"

She was cut off quickly by him. "Where are you?" She heard clanking in the background. It sounded like he was getting up and shuffling around. She glanced around.

"Uhhhhh I think I passed that old fire station a bit ago." Her voice slightly slurred. He heard him pause. "Nene, have you been drinking? Also send me your location right now."

She heard a familiar voice in the background. "Tell her I'm coming too! I haven't seen her in ages either you know. She should have called us earlier."

She quickly sent her active location and heard him curse. "You're like 20 minutes away, I'll make it 10. Can you stay on the phone with me?"

She debated calling the police. But they wouldn't get here any quicker. It would be much longer. She shuddered. "Yeah Yeah, uh maybe. Listen, please hurry. I'm scared." She whimpered.

She heard him cursing and a car door slam. "Nene! It's Tsukasa! Amane is driving and is probably going to get us in a wreck but I promise we will be there real quick okay? Awesome! So where are you walking home from?"

Her shoulders shook. The people were very close. She could hear them talking slowly to each other. "A-ah I was at a party. My ride left. Hey Tsukasa, I really miss you. Really really miss you and Amane. But I think I'm going to hang up now. My location is still on." She whispered the last piece.

"Wait Nene, don't you dare hang-" Her fingers fumbled and clicked to end the call and she shoved her phone in her purse. Within a few seconds of her doing that she heard the shuffling feet pick up pace and she started to run. Sadly she didn't make it far before she stumbled. She wasn't completely sober after all.

When she stumbled a hand grabbed her shoulder tightly.

"Man you really look like you could use a hand miss. Why don't you let me help you out." A hand slipped around her waist and a body pressed against her back. A hand slid up her dress. They themselves smelled like alcohol, smoke, and B.O. She whipped around and kneed him in the crotch. He crumpled quickly. And a hand snatched her hair pulling her back and low. She yelped. "What the fuck you bitch!"

"Let go of me! Fuck!" Her hands reached up and clawed at the man's face. He backed away with an exclamation. She closed her eyes and when her hair was released she started to run but stumbled. Everything was blurry and she couldn't focus. She felt hands roughly grab her shoulder and flip her over. Her vision focused on the guy she scratched. He was holding his face at a distance. "Holy fuck get that slut! This fucking stings so bad."

There were two others. The first one she had kneed was recovered and held her down. She was quick to try the knee again but he sat on her legs holding her down. Her anxiety was through the roof. She didn't have good motor skills right now.

Another kneeled at her head grabbed her under the arms and they pulled her into the alley. The other held her legs down. The first one hovered on top of her breathing heavily. Grinning. "You should be a good fuck. You're awfully squirmy. Haha we'll put you to good use for a bit. Let's get a taste."

He slid his hands up and pushed her dress up. "What a good little slut." He whispered. She screamed, struggling desperately. But a hand quickly covered her mouth. She leaned forward and bit as hard as she could. The guy snatched his hand back screaming. "Fuck the bitch bit me!"

She fumbled and reached down the front of her dress and pulled out a blade quickly lashing out at the guy in front of her. He jerked back. "She just fucking cut me! Where did she get a knife!?"

The third guy let go of her legs and backed up as well. She scrambled up and shakily backed away from the three of them. The guy who was above her had a deep red slack across his cheek he held while cussing up a storm. "You'll pay for that bitch!"

Her eyes widened as he reached for his hip. Oh no, did he have a gun? Oh no. No no no. She was caged in. There was hesitation before she lunged forward. Fuck this shit. Oh god. She lunged forward with the knife, but one of his buddies had rushed forward and tripped her up and she ended up stabbing the other one in the thigh.

He screamed and she felt her body being pulled back and the knife was pulled from her hand. She was so screwed. She was dead. The guy she stabbed was furious. He grabbed the knife from his buddy and held it to her face. "I'm going to have my way with you but first I'm going to pay you back. Stupid fucking cunt couldnt just take it."

She whimpered. He pushed her dress higher over her hips. He touched her privates. He chuckled and licked his lips. "So so pretty. I can't wait to take you."

He took pleasure in taunting her. With the knife and with his hands. He pressed it to her thigh and dragged it up to her hip. She clasped her eyes tightly as tears streamed down her face. It hurt. It hurt so badly. He leaned down and sloppily kissed her. "Let me ruin this perfect body."

His touch was painful. Bruising. His fingers dug into her hips, gripping her tightly. She suddenly felt like laughing.

It felt no different than her ex had felt. Taking her whenever be

wanted. She had no say. Her body wasn't hers. It was his. She sobbed. She didn't want to be his. She prayed the twins would hurry.

Her breath came short as he placed the knife on her chest and lightly pressed. Just enough for the blood to bead to the surface and he dragged it lazily across.

"Hey you should really hurry it up. We all want some man. You gotta be quick about it." The guy holding her legs snapped. The man on top of her huffed. "Yeah yeah. No one comes around this part anyways."

Her mind was fuzzy. The fear was overwhelming. She pressed her lips tight together and turned her head. Her legs pressed together tightly. Tears fell non stop as she felt him touching her.

He backed away slightly and grabbed her chin tightly so she couldn't pull her head away. He roughly kissed her before he pressed the knife harshly down and dragged the knife agonizingly slow down her face. From below her left eye down to her chin. She screamed and struggled.

"Stop! Please please just stop this!"

It hurt. Why her? Why was this happening? If she stopped fighting would he stop? If she just did as her ex wanted it didn't hurt as badly, maybe he would stop hurting her too?

Blood streamed from her leg and face. But that didn't stop him. He used her own knife to cut and tear her dress down the front. She only had on a strapless lace bra and matching panties. She had been requested to wear this with her dress to the party. She always did as he wanted.

The men whistled. "You're all ready for someone to see you anyways. How naughty. How slutty haha"

"P-please stop! Please, I'll stop struggling. Please just stop this." Her voice shook. She felt faint. Maybe she was losing too much blood.

The man just laughed and mocked her. She heard the other men laughing and insulting her. Their voices were muffled and distant to her, even though they were right there. Her sole focus was on this person who was making it his sole purpose to fuck with her. She tensed and strained from the grip they had on her and he began randomly cutting lines into her stomach. He put a hand to her throat and held tightly as she choked.

Nene coughed as she was suddenly released. The hand around her throat left and her arms and legs were released. She brought her arms to her neck coughing thrashing. She blinked as two of the men rushed past her and disappeared. Her ears could barely make out what they said.

"There's someone in a car bro! They are getting out, let's go!"

"I ain't fucking leaving till I've taken her one way or another. It's just a damn car."

As soon as they exited the other end of the alley, the man on top of her turned slightly.

"Nene!" She recognized that voice. Relief flooded her and she raised her sorry arms to wipe her eyes. She tried wiping the blood from her cheek, but it just smeared. It had stopped flowing steadily and was already clotting up. That's good. Maybe it wasn't that deep.

It was quiet. And then a click. The man on top of her froze.

Amane and Tsukasa each had a gun in their hand. They were only several feet away.

"Get off her. Now."

She saw the exact moment Tsukasa and Amanes eyes both traveled to her form in unison. Tsukasa and Amane may look the same but often acted far different from one another. But right then they both had a very very dark and twisted look in their eyes.

"I'm going to shoot him." Tsukasa said after a few moments. Amane shot him a glare. "...not yet."

The man sneered at the both of them slowly getting up and turning fully to face them. "Who the fuck are you two, trying to play hero? Get the fuck out iof here! Oh, or wait...is that you want a piece of her? I'll share. I'm not greedy."

While he spoke Nene's eyes snapped up to his hand slowly reaching towards the same hip as earlier. With a quick glance at Amane and Tsukasa, she lightly let a small smile glaze over her face. Amane stayed staring at the man, but Tsukasa had caught her eye. Tsukasa's eyes were furrowed and he frowned when he saw her smile.

With a slightly more sober motor control and not thinking about consequences she came to a decision. She was very tired of men taking her. Taking advantage of her. Using her. Hurting her.

As quiet as possible she came to a standing point behind the man standing off to the twins. Her dress hanging off her, still exposing the front of her body. Blood dripped down her form, making the cuts seem much worse than they probably were. Tsukasas face turned and twisted into an unhinged grin promising nothing but pain. He was watching her intently while Amanes eyes stayed trained on the man.

Standing right behind him, she snatched the knife that was loosely hanging from the man's hand. He was more focused on trying to draw his gun and not get shot.

"Wha-" With a short quick jump she latched onto his back as he flailed and tried ripping off her arms that latched around his neck.

"Nene!" Amane shouted. He didn't want her hurt. He lowered his gun slightly as he saw the glint of metal in her hands.

Tsukasa stood still. Silent and watching. His eyes were wide. He wanted to kill. But he had seen the look in her eye and he had understood. So he watched instead.

Nene pressed the knife to his throat and pulled back as hard as she could and jerked. She held onto his back like a monkey, as tight as possible. Her legs wrapped around him from the back keeping herself steady. The man gurgled and dropped to his knees. "So pretty.. such a good boy." She whispered against his ear.

"You're so good for letting me take you. What a good little slut." He grabbed at his throat as blood fell in rivers. He fell forward and she let go as he did. He fell forward revealing Nene's full figure to them both. The man struggled on the ground still choking on his own blood.

Nene stood with the knife in her hands for a moment. She felt unnaturally calm. She closed the knife and casually tucked it in her bra. She felt nothing. Felt blank. She did what she had to do. No one would be taking her without her permission. She was sick of it.

Amane rushed forward and wrapped his jacket around her. "Nene, let's get you taken care of okay? Can I pick you up?" She stood there for a moment with his jacket draped over her and hesitated before nodding. He tossed Tsukasa his keys as he dipped down and lifted her easily.

He quickly scanned her body. His eyes jumped over her garments, not the time or place. There were many lacerations. The amount of blood covering her had him gritting his teeth. He spotted several bruised blossoming quickly already in several spots.

Nene's mind felt ten times foggier than it did earlier. She knew it was someone she trusted with her whole heart holding her but she was tense. She still felt like none of it was real. They wouldn't hurt her. Right? Nene clasped her eyes closed.

Tsukasa returned with the vehicle that was just a little ways away in record time. He got out and opened the backdoor. "Can Tsukasa help Nene?" Another small nod. Tsukasa gently took her from his brother's arms and slid into the back seat while holding her close. Amane ran to the front and slid into the driver's seat.

"I just killed someone." She said flatly. She opened her eyes, meeting Tsukasa's burning amber ones. He pulled his sleeve down and lightly wiped as the blood caked on her face.

"Good job on surviving Nene." Tsukasa whispered into her ear as he held her against his chest. His hand ran through her hair. She fully sank into him.

"Amane is going to make some calls so you don't have to worry about anything Kay?" He grinned and hummed a small happy tune.

She reached up and tugged on a piece of his hair. He whined slightly at her. She had cried herself empty. But even still tears pricked her eyes, not falling though. She sat up slightly, hissing through her teeth. Her whole body ached. Her leg hurt. Her stomach hurt. Her face hurt. Everything hurts.

He let up his grip around her lightly as she moved, not sure what she was doing. She shuffled so she sat front facing on his lap. She was slightly lifted on her knees as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself against him. Burying her face in his neck.

Amane's jacket had fallen off so it was awkward but Tsukasa easily wrapped his arms around her and hugged tightly. His cheeks lightly dusted pink as he stuck his tongue out at his brother in the rearview mirror. Amane glared back. "I've missed you two so much you don't even know. I want to hear about what happened while you were gone."

Nene felt like melting. She felt dirty. Her body pressed up against his, seeking warmth and comfort as she felt tension ease with the rumbling and vibrations coming from his humming and the hands playing with her hair.

"What are you on by the way? Your eyes are hella dilated? Crazy party you were at before?" Tsukasa's voice broke through the silence after a few minutes. Amane glanced back curiously. This whole situation was insane. She wasn't the partying type. She sure as hell wasn't one to do anything other than drink. Surely that much hasn't changed. They hadn't seen her in a little over a year. This was not the best reunion really.

"LSD should be wearing off in several hours and I'm not really sure what else I took. There was…. A lot going on. I was drunk."

A low whistle cane from Tsukasa. "That's not safe! You really should be more careful." He laughed. When she whined at the movement he quickly calmed. "Oops. Sorry."

Amane drove clenching the steering wheel tightly in one hand and phone in the other. He would make sure the whole situation would be cleared. Street scams scrubbed. Body removed. Alley cleaned. He had spotted two people fleeing just as they arrived. Have fun with them. Make sure they regret being born.

He eyed his brother and Nene in the back seat and growled. anger and fury consumed him. He almost wishes she hadn't killed him. So he could have his way with the man. Tsukasa's wide eyes met him in the mirror and his grin got bigger. His brother thought the same then. The whole situation was fucked.

He debated bringing her to the hospital but instead drove elsewhere. It would be too suspicious. They would ask questions that they would refuse to answer. Tsuchigamori would help. He was still in their debt and would be for a long time. She knew the man as well so it made things easier. He made a quick call to warn him of their visit.

The drive was short on empty streets and speedy driving.

Several minutes later, Tsukasa carried a lethargic and dozing Nene, following behind Amane. They approached the door which was quickly opened. The man greeted them quickly and shuffled them inside.

"Bring her over here." Nene blearily opened her eyes and blinked at her surroundings. It had been ages since she had visited this place. Tsukasa sat her in an exam room-like chair.

Yako came into the room just moments after. She quickly shooed all the men out of the room and closed the door. "Can you go ahead and take off the jacket? Let's get you cleaned up, kay?"

Nene nodded. Yako was being very gentle with her. She gently cleaned the wounds and helped her wash away the blood covering her front. "The wounds aren't deep. A few will need stitches to be safe. Do you want to take a bath before we get you bandaged up?"

Nene nodded. She was exhausted but she was desperate to get grit, sweat and blood off of her.

Yako needless to say was an amazing help. Non judgmental and very understanding as she assisted Nene bathe. "You know Nene. I don't have all the details about what happened, and I know we may not converse on a normal basis, but if you ever need to talk, I'll put my number in your phone."

"Now nene this is very important, how far did they get?"

Nene sucked in a deep breath as the feeling of hands ghosted over her throat and between her thighs. "He- he didn't penetrate me if that's what you're asking. He just touched. Just touched." She whispered.

Nodding in understanding, Yako seemed to sag in relief. "Okay. Let's get you patched up. The waters are getting cold."

Yako guided her out of the tub and gave her some spare loose clothes. A large shirt that could easily be pulled up to access her stomach while keeping her covered as well as some of Yakos old shorts that covered her and were loose enough to push up to fully access her wounded leg.

After getting her covered, they let Tsuchigamori back in to stitch the necessary wounds.

Tsukasa lounged near her feet chattering away, while Amane sat next to her as a few wounds were being cleaned and stitched. She watched, dazed as he fumbled with her hands. He played with her hand before grasping it tightly.

"Fuck-!" She hissed and dropped his hand tightly at a harsh tug from her stomach. Amane entwined their hands and sighed heavily while looking down at her. "What devil possessed you thinking walking so late at night was safe?" He muttered.

He slouched and leaned forward to place his chin in his free hand while he stared at her hand he was clasping. "You know despite how long it's been since we have seen each other I would be there for you in a heartbeat if you needed me. Even if it's just a dumb ride home at god awful hours of the night. I'll always be there, Nene."

She looked away and bit the inside of her cheek. She didn't have the energy to be upset. Tsuchigamor glanced up at her and shot a glance to Amane.

"Amane you should go ahead and wrap up some of those other calls you need to make."

Tsukasa and Yako had left the room a moment ago, leaving her with Amane and Tsuchigamori cleaning her wounds. Amane stared at him across Nene and seemed to waver for a moment. He sighed and nodded. He lifted nened hand to his mouth and hummed as he brushed his lips against her knuckles. "I'll be back. Let me know when you're done so we can figure some things out."

He left, closing the door leaving Nene to stare at the bright ceiling light. Tsuchigamori leaned back after a moment. He used his knuckle to push up his drooping glasses.

Tsuchigamori was someone she used to see semi often when the Twins were around. But when they left she had no reason to visit the man. She still liked his presence though. He was an older man that had known the twins since they were children. He was someone she looked up to and was always very fatherly to her. She enjoyed his presence.

"All I have left is to bandage the cut on your face. It's very shallow, so it won't leave much of a scar when healed. Just a faint one. The ones on your leg and stomach vary though. Some won't leave a scar at all, and others will scar up pretty good. You will need to male sure to care for then all equally to try and minimize the roughness and quality if the scar tissue."

He placed a small glass jar in her hands as she sat up. "Once the wounds close, put this on them and be sure to apply daily. If you notice any of them seeming like they are getting worse or becoming infected, you're more than welcome to come back, but make sure you're cleaning everything and staying sanitary."

"I will. Thank you so much for helping me, Tsuchigamori. You really have my thanks. I'll be sure to take care of them."

She closed her eyes as he began lightly applying some ointment and gauze to her cheek. It was too awkward to keep them open. It stung very badly. She stilled when she heard him begin to speak again.

"You know Nene, I see the other scars. There are bruises that seem weeks old and are almost healed. I know that you were attacked tonight but I don't know everything. If there is someone hurting you and you need help, everyone here cares deeply for you. Amane, Tsukasa, Yako, and even me."

She opened her eyes and sniffed lightly. Tears welled up yet again. He leaned back and let her breathe.

"I know you haven't seen much of anyone lately. No one has seen much of you at all, and even Kou has reached out to me asking if I knew anything. The twins didn't show it, but they have been worried. They had even thought maybe you were simply too upset with them for being gone so long. But that's not the case is it?"

Nene felt exposed. She shut her eyes tight and drew her knees to her chest and covered her face. "No! No, I've missed them so much! Yes I'm angry at them, they left me! But I so desperately wanted to see them but I couldn't- hic- I wasn't allowed. He wouldn't let me talk to anyone! I didn't know what to do…"

She felt him lightly place a hand on her back and rub small circles. "It's okay Nene. You don't have to tell me everything. I understand. Are you in any current danger of this person being in your home or near your home?"

She lived alone. In a small apartment, but he had a key. Even if he didnt he could easily pick the lock or find a way in. He had before. He could again. But he seemed thoroughly done with tonight. Then again maybe he was just drunk? Maybe he didn't mean it.

Nene's shoulders shook. "He definitely has a key. Even if I change the locks he's made it known he can easily still get inside. I don't know what to do."

Without any knocking the door opened and Aname shuffled back in. "So come with me and Tsukasa. We have a spare bedroom. Even if it's only for a few days, at least until you can get healed up properly and we can help secure your home better to prevent any break ins. I absolutely cannot just drop you off at your home alone after all this, when you yourself don't feel safe."

She gawked across the room and roughly scrubbed at her eyes.Tsuchigamori sat back fully in his chair and crossed his arms. "Absolutely no way. I cannot impose like that! I didn't mean to come across so whiny - and why are you eavesdropping!?"

She cried out and threw her hands up in an accusing manner. Amane shook his head and briskly crossed the short distance gently grabbing both of her hands. He leaned down and intoned their hands coming face to face with her. "Nene. You are not whining. You have a right to be scared if something bad is happening. Please come with us. We can go by your place and pick up some things. Even if it's only a couple of nights. Plus you haven't seen us in a long time right? Don't you want to spend time with us?"

She leaned back, blushing heavily. "I-" she glanced to the side.

Tsuchigamori was nodding his head. "Nene, it really would be safest for you to go. Let them help their friend. Don't think of it as imposing on them, think of it as simply spending time with them for a few days until you can go back home. We won't force you if you absolutely refuse though."

She bit her bruised lip and winced. Maybe. After all, maybe it would be better than being alone. God she desperately didn't want to come off as clingy. After rolling the idea around she looked back at intense eyes piercing hers.

"H-how could we make it so that even if we changed the locks he can't get in though?"

"I can think of a few ways but I haven't actually seen where you've moved too. I would like to check out the entry ways first. But I would want to wait until we've all had a rest before doing that."

He poked her non injured cheek and grinned. "Besides Tsukasa will be ecstatic to be able to charter away at someone other than me."

She hesitated before finally nodding. "For a couple of days until I can get things figured out."

He let go of her hands and hoped back and seemed satisfied. "I mean I always would just bunk at your home too-" he was cut off by a gentle slap from the back of her palm.

"No, my home is much too small for two. I'll accept your invitation." She looked down and rubbed her hand. "Are you sure you and Tsukasa wont mind?"

Amane rolled his eyes. "Tsukasa will be overly happy to have someone to pester and I'm the one who offered. No, he won't mind and neither will I."

She nods again and slightly turns to throw her legs off the side of the exam table. Grabbing the container that was given to her, she shakily stands and finds Amane's gentle but supportive hand steadying and steering her to the door.

Yako came into the room and swatted Amane away as she took Nene and guided her to the other room, leaving Tsuchigamori and him there alone.

"So how old do some of wounds seem to be again?" Amane crossed his arms. His expression went from relaxed to tense, his eyes dark and lips down turned. He leaned his back on the wall and stared at Tsuchigamori.

Tsuchigamori sighed and began cleaning up the area. "At least a year. There are multiple scars, some look from much larger wounds and others small. There are older bruises as well that are very well formed as though it's been a day or two. Others look weeks old and almost healed."

Amane gritted his teeth. "How do you not know what was going on? You have her contact too. If she stopped visiting or coming around, did you not think something was wrong? What about when her friends reached out to you as well? Did this not seem fishy?"

Tsuchigamri turned slowly and stared hard at Amane. "You cannot place the blame on any of us. We had no clue what was going on. At least I didn't. I figured she didn't feel comfortable coming around here with either of your presence. As for her friends- maybe they aren't too great at picking up clues. I don't know. But as of right now that doesnt matter."

He stood and approached Amane who was glaring at him fiercely. "Even though she seems to be acting moderately okay right now, she is not. Not mentally and physically she needs care. She has drugs in her system. She was just nearly raped. She was just tortured in an alleyway. I can't imagine you letting the guy go free so who knows if you left him in the street or if you killed him in front of her. Or rather if Tsukasa did."

He pressed a finger into Amane's chest roughly. "You need to be there for her. She is not okay. She may deny your help but it doesn't matter. You left her for a year with little to no warning or contact. Anyone would be upset. That paired with whatever abuse she had been through while you were gone is something she is going to need help to heal from. You and Tsukasa know her better than anyone else, including those friends of hers. So stick close and support her. Don't overwhelm her. Just make sure she knows you're not going anywhere. You know she's not one to ask for help until it's too late."

He backed away and Amane's hair covered his eyes as he stared at the floor. "I'll be there for her. It's the least I can do. We both will. Thank you for the help Tsuchigamori."

He turned and left the room. He would find out who it was. Who had been hurting her. And he would make sure they played. Tsukasa of course would help, tracking down exactly who it was and they would make sure he disappeared.