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Tell Her 'I'm Sorry...'

Chapter 9

Rated R

Note: "Koneko" is Japanese for "My little Kitten"



"Now, now, Koneko, be a good little girl..." Ashitaka's voice seemed to scrape against
Usagi's skin.
Usagi's tears burned as they streamed down her numb cheeks. She couldn't think straight,
her vision blurred by tears. She was laying on the bed, Ashitaka's hands unbuttoning her shirt.
He was laying on top of her, nipping down her neck.
Nothing.
Just tears.
Usagi's mind sobbed. I thought I was stronger than this!!
"It's too bad..." Ashitaka sat up, stradling Usagi's waist. "That you're not a virgin
anymore... That would have been more fun..."
Usagi's mind spun with unleashed fury.
Usagi breath caught in her throat.
She had screamed at Mamoru that first time.
She had called him a sick bastard.

Ashitaka leaned over the trembling girl. But this time, she was trembling with fury. He
slipped her shirt off over her shoulders and reached behind her for her bra clasp.
"Ashitaka...?" Usagi voice cracked.
"Yes, Koneko?" he murmed into her neck.
"Burn in hell."
Ashitaka abrubtly sat up, slapping the blonde across the cheek. Her head snapped to the side,
hitting the bedpost. Black spots fogged her vision.
"Don't make me hurt you," he hissed threatingly.
"Follow your own advice."
Usagi rammed her knee up, smashing Ashitaka in the groin. The man grunted, crumpling onto
the floor. Usagi jumped up off the bed and loomed over the officer.
"I may have been raped once," she screeched. "but that's over!!"
Ashitaka chuckled. A sick smile curved his lips. "You think just because you've been working
out a few days you can stop me?!"
Usagi growled mentally.
"What kind of cop ARE you?!" Usagi's shoulders shook with anger. "You're supposed to be on
my case! You're supposed to be catching my raper!"
The tears burned again.
A searing pain sliced through Usagi's calf. She screamed, collapsing to the carpet, blood
gushing from her leg. A flash of silver shone in the corner of her eye.
A knife.
She hadn't even seen it.
"You're so naive!!" Ashitaka pinned her to the ground. "I didn't want it to come to this,
but you leave me with no choice!"
Usagi's heart stopped.
The cool metal pressed against her neck. The blood from her leg stained the knife and her
carpet.
"Now," he spat. "Don't scream and I won't hurt you."
"Is biting and smashing your balls again out of the question, too?" Usagi mocked.
"Don't screw with me, bitch!" He rammed the knife harder against her fragile skin. "Don't
make me tie you down!"
The rope marks on Usagi's wrists and ankles burned, as if reminding her.
She lay still.
Ashitaka grinned. "Much better."
The man traced his knife down along Usagi's neck and shoulder. He shoved harder, a scream
erupting from Usagi's lips. The knife bit into her skin as he trailed it to her side. Ashitaka
sliced open her bra and continued to drag the knife through her flesh.
The whole left side of Usagi's body seared like an inferno. Her skin spilt, blood spilling
out to mix with the red stains from her leg. She was in too much pain to utter a sound. The only
noise in the room was the heavy gasps from the young blonde.
Ashitaka licked his lips and stilled his hand. The blade was resting on Usagi's waist,
right above her skirt.
"I'll enjoy cutting this off..." Ashitaka crushed his lips against Usagi's and sliced into
her skirt.
The doorbell rang.
Both accompiaments of the room froze.
It rang again followed by a knock on the door.
"Who is it?!" Ashitaka whispered/screamed in Usagi's ear. The girl flinched.
"I... I don't know..."
"Liar!" Ashitaka grabbed Usagi off the floor and pulled her to his chest. Her back was
pressed against him, both facing the bedroom door.
"Hey!" a voice called from down stairs. "Um... The door was open... Anyone home?"
Usagi's mind swilred.
"Shit!" Ashitaka clamped his hand over Usagi's mouth. "Don't even THINK of calling for
help! I'll slit your God dammed throat!"
"Hello?!"
Usagi dug her teeth into the flesh of Ashitaka's hand. The man screeched, dropping his hand
from her mouth. Usagi tore away from him and stumbled to the door.
"MAMORU!!"
Mamoru's ears perked up.
He rushed up the stairs, tripping over his own two feet.
"Usa?!" he called. He stumbled to her door and twisted the knob.
Locked.
"Shut up, you bitch!!" Ashitaka bellowed.
There was a crash followed by a cry from Usagi's part.
"USAKO?!!" Mamoru pounded his fists on the door. "ASHITAKA! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!"
"Not likely!" Ashitaka shoved Usagi against the wall harder.
Usagi choked. Spots exploded behind her eyes.
Mamoru rammed his shoulder into the door with all his might.
The hinges creaked.
Every nerve in Mamoru's body shuddered with adreniline.
He smashed into the door again.
Nothing.
Mamoru took a few shaky steps backwards, readying himself for a running start.
"SLAM THE DOOR AGAIN AND I'LL KILL HER!!"
The raven-haired man froze.
He throat tightened and his muscles wrenched.
There was another crash inside the room.
"Mamoru! Break it down!!"
And he did.
Ashitaka lay sprawled on his back on the bloody carpet. Usagi had one foot firmly planted
over his chest. Everytime she took a breath the fabric of her bra shredded more. Her skirt hung
limply over her hips, blood smeared over the fabric. Ashitaka's shirt was flung somewhere on
the opposite side of the room and his belt was undone. The knife lay just out of reach of his
fingertips.
"Usa...!" Mamoru took a faltering step foward. "My God..." he breathed in disbelief. "You
sick f-"
"Don't say that word," Usagi hissed, holding out a hand.
Mamoru nodded numbly.
"You're not going to get away with this!" Ashitaka screeched from the floor.
"Oh? I beg to differ." Usagi scowled down at the man.
Before either Usagi or Mamoru could notice, Ashitaka dug his fingers into the gash on Usagi's
leg, pulling her down. A bloody cry bursted from her throat as she crashed to the ground.
"Usako!"
Mamoru prepared himself to jump foward, but was stopped.
Ashitaka leapt from the floor, grabbing Usagi and the knife in the process. His hands
trembled with fury, the knife shuddering against Usagi's neck.
"This is getting so cliched," the blonde girl croaked.
Mamoru gaped.
Ashitaka grinned.
"Take one step closer and..." Ashitaka lightly dragged the blade against Usagi's delicate
throat.
Mamoru's jaw ticked. He clenched his fists tightly, all his muscles twitching in fright.
It Mamoru who was numb now.
"Leave her alone..." He tried to sound as threatening as possible, but Mamoru's wavering
voice betrayed him.
Ashitaka lashed out his arm, the knife pointed towards Mamoru. The blade quivered just
inches from Mamoru's chest.
"Are you jealous, Mamoru?"
The raven-haired man's stomach twisted.
"Jealous to see me touching her?"
Ashitaka trailed her fingers over her collar bone and shoulder. Usagi's chest heaved as
he ran his hand over the fabric of her bra.
"She isn't so innocent anymore, Mamoru..."
Usagi choked back a sob.
"You still want her?"
Mamoru's mind swished with fury. Every thought was blurry at the edges, not allowing him
to think.
So he didn't.
He acted on instinct.
And Ashitaka never saw it coming.
Mamoru whipped out his arm, grabbing Ashitaka by the elbow. He twisted inward, causing the
officer to cry out. His grip on Usagi loosened, enabling her to rip away from his hold. Unfortunately,
somewhere along the lines the knife embedded itself into Mamoru's shoulder...
Mamoru hissed, grabbing his wounded arm. He grabbed the blade with blood-slicken fingers,
clawing at it.
Usagi managed a low-kick, smashing Ashitaka to the floor. She desperately tried to block
out the searing pain in her side and concentrate soley on keeping her attacker pinned down. Usagi
stepped on his chest again.
"On second thought..." Usagi trailed her foot down Ashitaka's chest and abdomen. She
stopped, foot hovering over his groin. "that way was, also, much too cliched." The blonde pressed
down harshly causing Ashitaka to cry out.
Mamoru grunted, ripping the blade from his shoulder. Usagi gasped, not realizing that he
had been hurt.
"Mamoru...!" she cried.
"I'm fine!" he growled. "Keep an eye on him. Don't worry about me."
Mamoru grabbed a sheet off Usagi's bed and tied it to the bedpost. He tugged, making sure it
was secure. He then took the other end and wrapped it around Ashitaka's ankles.
"Hey!" the officer cried. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"SHUT UP!!!"
Both men turned dumbfounded eyes to Usagi.
"JESUS CHRIST JUST SHUT UP!!!" Usagi sobbed. "I can't take this anymore...!"
"Usako..." Mamoru bit his lip. He pulled her bathrobe down from a peg on the wall and slipped
it over her shoulders. "I'll go call the police..."
Usagi let out a dry chuckle.
she scoffed mentally, eyeing Ashitaka.
Mamoru lightly kissed her temple and headed over to the phone on her nightstand.
"You know..." Usagi growled, leaning down to the officer. "The sad part, was that I trusted
you."
Mamoru's heart leapt.
his mind cried.
"I thought you were just trying to help!" A lone tear slipped passed Usagi's eyelashes and
splashed to Ashitaka's chest.
"That's because you weak," he spat.
Usagi could take no more.
She grabbed Ashitaka by the throat and pulled him up so he was eyelevel with her. His hazel
orbs were wide and frightened. Usagi's whole body quivered with anger and and supressed tears. She
clamped her eyes shut, unable to look at the man she had in a death grip. She pushed with every drop
of strength left in her, leaving Ashitaka to crumple against the wall.
Usagi's knees gave way.
A few moments later two strong arms encircled the shivering girl from behind. Usagi jumped
lightly from the sudden touch.
"Shhh... It's just me..." Mamoru whispered softly in her ear.
Usagi shoulders shook with contained sobs.
"Don't cry," Mamoru murmered into her hair. "Don't give him the satisfaction..."
Mamoru's gaze shifted to the dazed Ashitaka in the corner.
"The police are on their way, Ashitaka." Mamoru scowled.
"Heh, like they're doing to believe you!" Ashitaka began fiddling with the restraints on his
akles. "She was already raped once, they'll think it's just a cry for attention."
Mamoru flung the knife straight towards Ashitaka's head.
The blade clung into the wall, merely millimeters from the officer's ear.
Ashitaka was frozen stiff.
"Next time I won't miss," Mamoru seethed.
The edges of Usagi's lips curved into a small smile. She slowly turned around in Mamoru's
consoling embrace to face him. She lightly pecked his lips and mumbled, almost inaudibly, into
his ear, "Thanks, Tuxedo Kamen." Mamoru's spine straightened.
"How did you...?"
Usagi shook her head, her smile spreading. "Later."
Mamoru opened his mouth to protest, but was caught off by the sound of siren's wailing
from down the block.
Ashitaka's ears twitched.
"C'mon, guys..." he stuttered. "Let's talk about this!"
Mamoru scoffed and made his way to the front door, leaving his love and her attacker behind.
"Please... Usa..." Ashitaka pleaded.
"Stop calling me that!!" Usagi cried, her eyes filling again.
"Why? Because Mamoru calls you that...?" Ashitaka laughed. "He's just another man... You
think he really cares for you? He has the same intentions as your rapist and me. Infact-"
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO SHUT UP?!!!" Usagi's eyes were wild and spilling
over. Her whole body stung.
"Ma'am?"
Ashitaka and Usagi both spun to the direction of the voice. Standing in the doorway were
three police men, two paramedics and a bleeding Mamoru. The female paramedic was desperately
attempting to bandage Mamoru's shoulder, but he was fidgeting too much.
Usagi's mind blurred as the male paramedic approached her. She didn't even realize that
Ashitaka was being pulled from the room (after they untied him) and out of the house. She didn't
think as the remaning men led her down the stairs and into the ambulance.
Usagi's mind mumbled.
"Hey."
Usagi whipped her head to her left. Mamoru was sitting next to her, barechested. The female
paramedic was still fumbling with the stab wound.
"You OK...?"
Usagi rested her head on Mamoru's good shoulder and smiled.
"Fine."


Author's Notes: Good? Bad? *shrugs* It took me 4 hours to write this chapter!! -_- As for those
of you who thought that the police officer was the raper, sorry to dissapoint you! I hadn't even
thought of that, adn wish I did. That would have been a cool twist! *sighs* Oh well! Maybe I'll
co-write some stuff with you guys someday! Hehe. Well, that's it for Chapter 9! *sniffles* Only two
more chapters or so to go! See ya then!