It's fairly easy to do damage to a character, the hard part is fixing the problems. Let me know how I'm doing. If anyone seems to out of character, let me know. By the way, I don't actually think my Riku is OOC based on the situation. If I had been raped, I probably would have killed myself already. It's because I'm a thinker. Riku's a thinker too. It's harder for people who think a lot because it gives them a lot to think about. Pretty stressful if you ask me. But if you think so, let me know! Well enough of my rambling, enjoy the chapter.
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Riku wasn't acting like herself, he knew that much. While leaping toward her to remove the glass from her hand, his mind demanded to know what happened. Why would she do this to herself? He ripped the glass from her, cutting his own palm in the process, then placed his arms around her waist and gently lifted her off the floor. He stayed silent, despite her yelling and kicking. What happened to my Riku-san? Daisuke knew that the house was empty so he carried Riku into her bathroom to clean the blood from her body.
"Leave me alone Niwa-kun," she whimpered as he began to soak her arms with a washcloth. He didn't answer her plea and instead kept trying to clean her up. Daisuke let her go so he could look for something to bandage her wounds with. To his surprise, she sat still on the rim of the tub watching him open the bathroom cabinets quickly. After finding what he was looking for, he put bandages on her worst cuts—including the one across her fist from the pervious day. He washed the blood from his own palm and covered it with a small bandage. Daisuke ignored the small cuts on his arms that he had received from her balcony window. He hadn't even planned to enter her room; he just wanted to keep an eye on her. Breaking the window was the last thing he saw himself doing, but he did it without thinking.
His Riku-san needed him.
"I wasn't going to do it," she spoke timidly, "I couldn't do it." Her eyes were downcast, staring at the bathroom tile—memorizing the patterns. If life was as simple as the patterns on her bathroom tile… "I was too scared." Daisuke's eyes were still fixated on the top of her head. Never before had she seemed so weak to him. With him standing tall, looking down at her shivering form, she seemed increasingly small. He missed her strength.
Calmly, he offered her his hand and she took it, allowing him to lead her back into her bedroom. Daisuke needed to know what happened if he was going to help. If only he knew how to ask the question that had been tearing at his mind, begging to be spoken since he first saw the razor in her hand. They sat on her bed for a few minutes in silence, neither knowing exactly what to say. Daisuke didn't know if he should ask her again, or if she would tell him. He didn't want to push her. He didn't want to do anything to make her push him away.
Riku didn't want to tell him what happened. She knew he wanted to ask, but she didn't want him to know. She didn't want anyone to know. Riku decided to ask him a question before he had a chance to ask his. "Why were you watching me?" she questioned, catching him off guard. Before he could think of an answer, his mouth spoke for him.
"I had a dream." He spoke simply, as if that was all there was to it. Daisuke thought back to the dream he had. It started with Dark in an empty white room, the intensity of the light had disabled Daisuke's focus, but Dark had been very intent on informing him about something or other. It took Dark's hand on his shoulder for Daisuke to pay attention. Dark had told him to go save his Riku-san, to watch over here, and that she was in danger. When Daisuke had opened his mouth in question, Dark vanished, leaving Daisuke alone in the light. He suddenly realized Riku was talking to him again and snapped out of his trance. "What did you say?"
"What does your dream have to do with you being outside on my balcony during school hours?" She repeated for the third time, hoping he was listening because she wasn't going to repeat herself again.
"Dark told me to save you." He explained, "He told me to watch over you." She seemed to have accepted his answer because she didn't ask anything else. "Why were you hurting yourself?" Daisuke asked her quietly.
"I already told you I didn't. I couldn't do it."
"Then what about all the marks on your arms? And your hand?" He hesitated, knowing she had the potential to get really angry with him for asking. "What happened to you?"
"I didn't hurt myself on purpose. I broke a mirror in the bathroom yesterday." She replied, almost too quickly, almost like she had prepared to lie to him. Riku realized that he had seen through her statement and didn't want to accept her answer.
"Why wont you tell me what really happened?" he asked quietly, with a hint of hurt in his voice.
"Because you won't like it." She almost whispered in reply.
Daisuke didn't know what to say, so instead he waited for her to say something else. Of course he wouldn't like something that resulted in her injury, but he still wanted to help her. "Was it someone else who hurt you?"
"Yeah…" Riku turned away then reached upward to pull on her shirt collar; she pulled it down just enough for her unhealed scar to show itself. Slowly turning back to Daisuke, her eyes met his before he gazed down at what she was trying to show him. He gasped and immediately ran to the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth and a large bandage.
"Better?" he asked, getting a nod in response, "You should see a doctor." She then sighed, realizing that she was about to spill the secret that she had tried to hard to cover up for the past two days.
"He raped me."
Daisuke's mind went blank. He wasn't prepared for the news and she knew it. That's what she didn't want to tell me. Her last words echoed through his mind during the awkward silence they shared. Suddenly, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to help her. He wanted to track the guy down and kill him, strip him of the life he had changed, but somehow he knew he wouldn't'. He wasn't a murderer. "Do you know who it was? We could tell the police."
"I know who it was," she said softly, "But…" She said no more.
"Who was it? Riku-san, you have to tell the police." He exclaimed knowing justice could be achieved.
"He wasn't himself… there was something wrong." She had just defended her rapist. Her statement had completely confused Daisuke. Didn't she want justice too?
"Riku-san, who was it?" he repeated, hoping she would answer.
Daisuke's mind spun out of control at the word she spoke next. He couldn't breath any longer. Never before had he felt such anger and betrayal. He thought that his heart was going to jump out of his throat. Once again, he didn't know what to do. He didn't even know if he could control his growing hatred and confusion. The word she spoke killed him; along with "rapist" it ricocheted off the walls of his head—
"…Saehara..." she had whispered.
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Please review and don't kill me for using Saehara... I love Saehara, I really do... Just keep reading because this isnt one of those I'm-using-him-cuz-theres-nobody-else-stories. Just wait till you see what what's going to happen. It's going to be another suprise. I like surprises! Dont you?
