Disclaimer: Don't Own, don't sue. Oh yeah, this version of the book world is slightly warped from the original, given the different circumstances surrounding Miaka. So don't be too flipped out when you find something that may have changed.
*….denotes a flash back
Miaka struggled against the nameless thugs that held her down, but it was all futile.
"Get off of me! Let me go!"
She didn't bother to waste a breath calling for help. It hadn't done any good last time and it certainly would not help her this time.
"I thought I told you to shut up!"
There was a pale blur and a sudden stinging sensation on her cheek where her first captor had back handed her. The blow was numbing and for a moment everything seemed to be spinning.
The man above her raised his hand to strike her again, when something else caught his attention, and the attention of his friends as well.
"You need four men, to handle one girl? Come on, let's make the odds more even!"
A young man who bore the symbol of the ogre on his forehead was suddenly there.
" Take care of her boys, this won't take long."
The apparent leader of the thugs approached the young man, so sure that he would win, and leaving Miaka to the care of his comrades. The man holding her right wrist had already pulled open the buttons on her blouse and was slowly sliding his hand down the front of her shirt. The very moment his hand connected with her skin, a ragged and pain filled scream filtered through the air, distracting the leader of the thugs long enough for the young man to knock him out.
"Get away from her, now!"
The three remaining thugs charged the young man, thinking they cold all take him at once. They were wrong. With a blur and speed Miaka had never before seen, the young man with the ogre symbol quickly disposed of the thugs.
"Are you alright?"
Miaka sat, frozen to the spot, anger, pain, and a hint of humiliation in her eyes. It was a look the young man had never seen before, and for some reason, it broke his heart to see that look in her eyes.
"…Thank you…"
It was all Miaka could say before the world swirled and everything became dark.
*"I'll call you later Yui!"
Miaka headed down the darkened Tokyo streets. She and Yui had been out shopping all day. It was the first time in two weeks that they had been able to hang out. Especially since Miaka was so busy with cram school.
"Excuse me miss."
"Huh?"
From out of the shadows a tall, lanky man stood before her.
"Maybe you can help me. I think I'm lost."
Miaka was abut to reply when she saw the glint of light in his right hand. A knife. He had held it close to his side, trying to hide it from her sight.
"I-I'm sorry but I'm in a hurry."
She turned and headed back toward Yui's. She needed to get away before it was too late.
She felt a strong hand grip her wrist and drag her back.
"Let go of me!"
"Not until you help me out."
The man's breath stank of liquor and cigarettes. It was almost nauseating.
"Please, please let me go,' Miaka begged.
The man dragged her back into the alley through which he had appeared. Back to where he had companion waiting, also armed with a knife.
"It's time to have a little fun…"
The lanky man's companion helped hold her down to the ground while his buddy pulled at her clothes.
"Don't! Please don't! Help me! Somebody help me please!!!!"
Miaka bolted up in a bed she did not recognize. She was dripping with sweat. The young man with the ogre symbol stood at the end of the bed conversing with another man. The second man was tall, with hair that was longer than even hers. It was nice, sandy, almond color with streaks of black.
"It's so good to see you are awake, Priestess of Suzaku."
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