Chapter 4 is now coming up! It has taken me a while, and I apologize very
much for the delay. There are some things that are not going well for me,
and I felt that it wasn't a good idea for me to write. But, now I am back
up and running, so here we go!
Okay, this chapter has more mature content dealing with drugs and attempted
rape, so if you do not wish to read on, I advise you to do so. I don't
want to receive any reviews that are screaming at me for offending someone.
You have been warned!!!
-Deutschkatz
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 4
Rika's POV:
I decided to leave at 7.30 (A/N: you will have to forgive me for some changes that I have made to my writing style. I have just spent a year in Germany, and I have gone through a ton of changes, writing style is one of them. I have found that instead of the colon, a period is used for time, and I find it to be a whole lot easier myself ^_~) to make the walk to the main Odaiba nightclub district. A light drizzle had started to fall, so I pulled the collar of my black leather jacket up under my loose, long hair. I did not need to do so, but it seemed to be such a natural habit. The heavy heels on my shoes could be heard a little over the thinning crowd of pedestrians starting to take shelter from a sure hard rain shower. I continued on without a care.
As I got closer to my destination, the ground started to light up from bright neon signs, the noise level picked up greatly, and the heavy smells of hard, cheap liquor and marijuana hung in the air.
"Hey, Rika!" I looked up to a boy my age in full black leather, spiked jet-black hair, and numerous piercings and tattoos. "Yuri, I should have known you would be here. God knows I can smell you a mile away, you fucking pot head," I said dryly, looking at the joint wedged in his mouth. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Yuri asked, twisting his head sideways. "Never mind, dumb ass."
He shrugged off my words and smiled. "So, whatcha here for? Wanna join me for a smoke?" "Nah, maybe later. I want to go dance for a while." "'K. You know where to find me." I nodded and turned, rolling my eyes.
Ly Yuri was probably the only guy in this stupid city to want to be with me. His brain was so screwed up that it didn't matter whom I was. Though, it was great to know him every now-and-then. He was always willing to share his stash of joints or alcohol for free. Well, almost. He always thought that his "good deeds" would help him score a night with me in his bed. Thank god he was always so out of it that he'd always forget by the time I was ready to go.
I got into the short line of the club and waited my turn to pay. At last I stood in front of the counter manned by a boy perhaps in his twenties with greasy bleached blond hair and dirty and torn T-shirt. "ID?" He said in a monotone. I gave him my school ID impatiently. His eyes scanned over my information and grew wide. So he has heard of me. "'K, you're clear. $12." I handed him the cash with more annoyance. "Thanks, and don't do anything stupid, huh?" "Fuck you," I muttered as I entered the building.
The moment I opened the door, I felt the force of the music. The sound of the unrecognizable heavy metal song was accompanied by flashing colored lights. I smiled as I headed to the neon lit bar. The girl bartender looked up at me with a smile. "Hey, what can I get for you?" "Give me whatever is cheapest," I answered. She nodded and poured me my drink while I dug for the money to pay.
After chugging the strong, cheap alcohol, I felt the slight buzz go through my body. I smiled. Great, now I could dance without a care. I stood up and headed towards the growing group of dancers to start my night of fun.
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Yamato's POV:
"So, whatcha think, Yama?" Taichi asked me when we entered the jammed club. I looked around and shrugged. "Eh, I've seen better." Taichi rolled his eyes. "Of course. You've been in all the best clubs since you're Mr. Big Shot Rock Star." "So?" "Errr.." "Never mind. Come on, baka, don't you have all the chicks to impress?" The other boy's chocolate-brown eyes lit up and swept the dance floor as he started drifting there. I on the other hand decided to sit at the bar and relax a while.
"What can I getcha?" I slender brunet behind the counter asked. "Got any mineral water?" "Yeah, hold on a sec." The girl walked to a refrigerated box and took out a bottle, then headed back to me. I paid and turned around in a bar stool to observe Taichi.
I found him talking to a petite blond, trying to impress her without much luck. I chuckled seeing him start to dance wildly and she looking like she was about to scream and run off. Slowly I got up and headed to the pair.
"Tai, I would stop before you get a hernia or something," I said. Taichi and the blond turned to me, a little startled. "What is that supposed to mean?" Taichi asked, annoyed. "Oh, nothing. So, who's your friend?" The blond looked me up and down with obvious interest before her emerald eyes settled onto mine. "I'm Julia. Se Julia." "Nice to meet you, Julia." "What's your name?" "Ishida Yamato." Her eyes grew wide. "Ishida Yamato the singer?" "Hai." Julia let out a high-pitched squeal and turned to Taichi. "Why didn't you tell me you are friends with Yamato?!" "I.erm." Taichi stammered, looking at me angrily. I smiled back in silent mockery. "He only wanted to be a good friend. He knows that I need to get out of the spotlight sometimes," I pitched in. Julia smiled. "That's so sweet! Hey, you wanna get a drink, Taichi?" Tai's eyes lit up. "S-sure!" As the two walked towards the bar, I gave Tai a wink and walked to the wall to scan the dancers.
My eyes wandered tiredly around the sea of dancing, laughing teens. It was no different from any other club scene I've ever been to, only this time I wasn't performing in front of a bunch of crazy fans. It felt nice, however, not to be noticed. I could feel normal for once. As my eyes rolled around, something caught my attention. A familiar head of red hair? I focused on the girl and my breath stopped.
"Oh shit!" I muttered, seeing Rika. I remembered the cold glare from her in class and became a little more nervous. As the music slowed down, she started walking towards the bar. I watched her order some type of alcoholic drink and start sipping at it. A few minutes later, I saw another familiar face walk up to the girl. Ly Yuri? What the hell would that junkie want from Rika? Curiously I walked up to the pair, close enough to hear, but far enough to not be seen. Rika seemed surprised as well to see Yuri. "Yuri, what the fuck are you doing here?!" Yuri smiled dumbly. "I wanted to see you dance. I have always wondered if you are as sexy as I think you are." Rika rolled her eyes. "Yeah right." "Well, that, and I wanted to know if you want that smoke now?" he said with a shrug. The girl sighed and gulped down the last of her drink. "Fine, where to?" The smile grew wider on Yuri's face. "Come on and I'll show you."
My throat tightened. I know that the girl would rather have me dead, but something made me nervous. I couldn't, wouldn't let Yuri do something to her. Looking around, I saw Taichi glued to Julia on the dance floor. "Sorry, Tai, but I have to leave early," I muttered, walking briskly behind0 the pair walking out the door.
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Rika's POV:
I walked beside Yuri, feeling the rain pounding on my face. Something seemed odd about the boy. I could see it in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, hoping my voice didn't give away my nervousness. He looked at me, his eyes roaming over my body. "Nothing, why?" "It's nothing." He smiled a little and kept walking. I followed, clutching my arms across my chest trying to keep warm. "How much longer, Yuri, I'm fucking freezing my ass off!" His gaze turned to me again. "Just a little longer." I continued to follow him out of the bright party scene into the dirty, rundown old Odaiba. My nerves grew. Why would he take me here?
Soon we stood in front of a shabby old house. "Home sweet home," Yuri announced, grabbing my arm and pulling me around the side of the house to a dead backyard littered with empty beer cans and cigarette butts. "Just lovely," I muttered, kicking a can. "Glad to know you like it," Yuri replied, plopping down on a greasy, dirty mattress under a dying tree. "Come, sit down."
I gingerly sat down, pulling out a pack of my own cigarettes and lighting one. "So, this is where you live?" I asked after a drag. "Yeah," he said, lighting a cigarette of his own. "Who live with you?" "My mom." "Yeah? Where is she now? I don't think anyone's home but us." Yuri shrugged. "Who knows, but I'll bet you the bitch is off fucking around with some biker." "What a nice thing to say of your mom." "It's the truth." We sat silent for a while in our own little worlds.
"Yuri, why did you take me here?" I asked at last. He looked over at me. "So we could have some privacy." "There are other places we can go." "Yeah, but I want something that I don't want anyone stumbling on and ruining." "Huh?" He turned to look at me. "I think you know what I mean." His eyes turned to my body. He stamped out his cigarette and reached out to my shoulder. His rough fingers moved the straps to my shirt and bra before moving his hand down to cup my breast. Alarm shot through my body as I slapped his hand off.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I screamed. He laughed and pushed me down on the mattress, lying on top of me to keep me down. "What you think, bitch? I'm getting my dues from you." He planted his lips on mine in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth as his hands went under my shirt, unclasping my bra and fondling my breasts. I screamed and started beating on him, but he just laughed and started to unzip my jeans. Every second felt like an eternity as I fought uselessly against him, feeling totally helpless and hopeless.
"Get the fuck off her!" someone yelled. I felt Yuri's weight being thrown off me and I looked up to see who was there. All I could see was the back of a blond male about my age. Yuri looked up to the other boy in rage. "Who the hell are you?!" "Like it matters to you, asshole!" That voice sounds so familiar.. "Whoever you are, I'm going to kill you!" Yuri jumped up and charged at the blond, throwing wild punches. The blond made a swift kick into Yuri's gut and punched his face. I heard a strange squishing sound and saw blood run from Yuri's nose. Yuri screamed, covered his face, and fell to the ground. The other boy gave one last kick before turning to me. "Come on, Rika, hurry and get up!" My eyes grew wide as I recognized Ishida Yamato, though I quickly got up and ran with him away from the house. Far, far away. After what seemed like hours of running, we stopped. We were in a park.
"Rika, are you okay?" Yamato asked gently. My emotions caught up and I burst out crying, falling into his chest. He put his arms around my trembling body and waited patiently for me to regain control of myself. Finally I stopped crying, though I still continued to tremble. "Everything's going to be alright now, Rika. He can't hurt you now, I wont let him." I looked into Yamato's icy-blue eyes. I saw concern.concern for me? "How did you find us?" I asked in a hoarse whisper. "I saw you at the club talking to him. Something made me nervous when you left with him, so I followed you." Nervous? For me? "Why?" He looked confused. "I don't know. I just felt like something was wrong." I nodded. "Would you like me to take you home, Rika?" I looked at him a little nervously, then nodded. "Hai, please?" "No problem. We're not too far from my apartment, so I can drive you home." I followed Yamato cautiously and got into his can. I gave him directions to my house and within a few minutes we were there. He walked me to the door. My mom was not home yet. It was only 11.25, she would not be home for quite a while. "Arigato, Yamato-san," I said to him. He smiled. "There is no need to thank me, Rika. And you don't need to be so formal." I nodded dumbly. "Do you think you will be okay?" Yamato asked. "I think so." "Okay, but just in case you need me, here is my phone number." He took out a scrap of paper and a pen and scribbled the number before handing the paper to me. "Call whenever you want or need. Don't worry what time of day or night it is, I will be there for you right away." "Arigato." He smiled. "Good night, Rika. Take care." "Good night, Yamato." All of a sudden, I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He hugged me in return. When I let go, he slowly went back to his van while I went inside. I watched from the window as he left before I walked slowly to my room and changed out of my clothes, throwing them across the room. Then I collapsed into bed. It took me a long time to finally drift into a dreamless sleep..
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 4
Rika's POV:
I decided to leave at 7.30 (A/N: you will have to forgive me for some changes that I have made to my writing style. I have just spent a year in Germany, and I have gone through a ton of changes, writing style is one of them. I have found that instead of the colon, a period is used for time, and I find it to be a whole lot easier myself ^_~) to make the walk to the main Odaiba nightclub district. A light drizzle had started to fall, so I pulled the collar of my black leather jacket up under my loose, long hair. I did not need to do so, but it seemed to be such a natural habit. The heavy heels on my shoes could be heard a little over the thinning crowd of pedestrians starting to take shelter from a sure hard rain shower. I continued on without a care.
As I got closer to my destination, the ground started to light up from bright neon signs, the noise level picked up greatly, and the heavy smells of hard, cheap liquor and marijuana hung in the air.
"Hey, Rika!" I looked up to a boy my age in full black leather, spiked jet-black hair, and numerous piercings and tattoos. "Yuri, I should have known you would be here. God knows I can smell you a mile away, you fucking pot head," I said dryly, looking at the joint wedged in his mouth. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Yuri asked, twisting his head sideways. "Never mind, dumb ass."
He shrugged off my words and smiled. "So, whatcha here for? Wanna join me for a smoke?" "Nah, maybe later. I want to go dance for a while." "'K. You know where to find me." I nodded and turned, rolling my eyes.
Ly Yuri was probably the only guy in this stupid city to want to be with me. His brain was so screwed up that it didn't matter whom I was. Though, it was great to know him every now-and-then. He was always willing to share his stash of joints or alcohol for free. Well, almost. He always thought that his "good deeds" would help him score a night with me in his bed. Thank god he was always so out of it that he'd always forget by the time I was ready to go.
I got into the short line of the club and waited my turn to pay. At last I stood in front of the counter manned by a boy perhaps in his twenties with greasy bleached blond hair and dirty and torn T-shirt. "ID?" He said in a monotone. I gave him my school ID impatiently. His eyes scanned over my information and grew wide. So he has heard of me. "'K, you're clear. $12." I handed him the cash with more annoyance. "Thanks, and don't do anything stupid, huh?" "Fuck you," I muttered as I entered the building.
The moment I opened the door, I felt the force of the music. The sound of the unrecognizable heavy metal song was accompanied by flashing colored lights. I smiled as I headed to the neon lit bar. The girl bartender looked up at me with a smile. "Hey, what can I get for you?" "Give me whatever is cheapest," I answered. She nodded and poured me my drink while I dug for the money to pay.
After chugging the strong, cheap alcohol, I felt the slight buzz go through my body. I smiled. Great, now I could dance without a care. I stood up and headed towards the growing group of dancers to start my night of fun.
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Yamato's POV:
"So, whatcha think, Yama?" Taichi asked me when we entered the jammed club. I looked around and shrugged. "Eh, I've seen better." Taichi rolled his eyes. "Of course. You've been in all the best clubs since you're Mr. Big Shot Rock Star." "So?" "Errr.." "Never mind. Come on, baka, don't you have all the chicks to impress?" The other boy's chocolate-brown eyes lit up and swept the dance floor as he started drifting there. I on the other hand decided to sit at the bar and relax a while.
"What can I getcha?" I slender brunet behind the counter asked. "Got any mineral water?" "Yeah, hold on a sec." The girl walked to a refrigerated box and took out a bottle, then headed back to me. I paid and turned around in a bar stool to observe Taichi.
I found him talking to a petite blond, trying to impress her without much luck. I chuckled seeing him start to dance wildly and she looking like she was about to scream and run off. Slowly I got up and headed to the pair.
"Tai, I would stop before you get a hernia or something," I said. Taichi and the blond turned to me, a little startled. "What is that supposed to mean?" Taichi asked, annoyed. "Oh, nothing. So, who's your friend?" The blond looked me up and down with obvious interest before her emerald eyes settled onto mine. "I'm Julia. Se Julia." "Nice to meet you, Julia." "What's your name?" "Ishida Yamato." Her eyes grew wide. "Ishida Yamato the singer?" "Hai." Julia let out a high-pitched squeal and turned to Taichi. "Why didn't you tell me you are friends with Yamato?!" "I.erm." Taichi stammered, looking at me angrily. I smiled back in silent mockery. "He only wanted to be a good friend. He knows that I need to get out of the spotlight sometimes," I pitched in. Julia smiled. "That's so sweet! Hey, you wanna get a drink, Taichi?" Tai's eyes lit up. "S-sure!" As the two walked towards the bar, I gave Tai a wink and walked to the wall to scan the dancers.
My eyes wandered tiredly around the sea of dancing, laughing teens. It was no different from any other club scene I've ever been to, only this time I wasn't performing in front of a bunch of crazy fans. It felt nice, however, not to be noticed. I could feel normal for once. As my eyes rolled around, something caught my attention. A familiar head of red hair? I focused on the girl and my breath stopped.
"Oh shit!" I muttered, seeing Rika. I remembered the cold glare from her in class and became a little more nervous. As the music slowed down, she started walking towards the bar. I watched her order some type of alcoholic drink and start sipping at it. A few minutes later, I saw another familiar face walk up to the girl. Ly Yuri? What the hell would that junkie want from Rika? Curiously I walked up to the pair, close enough to hear, but far enough to not be seen. Rika seemed surprised as well to see Yuri. "Yuri, what the fuck are you doing here?!" Yuri smiled dumbly. "I wanted to see you dance. I have always wondered if you are as sexy as I think you are." Rika rolled her eyes. "Yeah right." "Well, that, and I wanted to know if you want that smoke now?" he said with a shrug. The girl sighed and gulped down the last of her drink. "Fine, where to?" The smile grew wider on Yuri's face. "Come on and I'll show you."
My throat tightened. I know that the girl would rather have me dead, but something made me nervous. I couldn't, wouldn't let Yuri do something to her. Looking around, I saw Taichi glued to Julia on the dance floor. "Sorry, Tai, but I have to leave early," I muttered, walking briskly behind0 the pair walking out the door.
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Rika's POV:
I walked beside Yuri, feeling the rain pounding on my face. Something seemed odd about the boy. I could see it in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, hoping my voice didn't give away my nervousness. He looked at me, his eyes roaming over my body. "Nothing, why?" "It's nothing." He smiled a little and kept walking. I followed, clutching my arms across my chest trying to keep warm. "How much longer, Yuri, I'm fucking freezing my ass off!" His gaze turned to me again. "Just a little longer." I continued to follow him out of the bright party scene into the dirty, rundown old Odaiba. My nerves grew. Why would he take me here?
Soon we stood in front of a shabby old house. "Home sweet home," Yuri announced, grabbing my arm and pulling me around the side of the house to a dead backyard littered with empty beer cans and cigarette butts. "Just lovely," I muttered, kicking a can. "Glad to know you like it," Yuri replied, plopping down on a greasy, dirty mattress under a dying tree. "Come, sit down."
I gingerly sat down, pulling out a pack of my own cigarettes and lighting one. "So, this is where you live?" I asked after a drag. "Yeah," he said, lighting a cigarette of his own. "Who live with you?" "My mom." "Yeah? Where is she now? I don't think anyone's home but us." Yuri shrugged. "Who knows, but I'll bet you the bitch is off fucking around with some biker." "What a nice thing to say of your mom." "It's the truth." We sat silent for a while in our own little worlds.
"Yuri, why did you take me here?" I asked at last. He looked over at me. "So we could have some privacy." "There are other places we can go." "Yeah, but I want something that I don't want anyone stumbling on and ruining." "Huh?" He turned to look at me. "I think you know what I mean." His eyes turned to my body. He stamped out his cigarette and reached out to my shoulder. His rough fingers moved the straps to my shirt and bra before moving his hand down to cup my breast. Alarm shot through my body as I slapped his hand off.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I screamed. He laughed and pushed me down on the mattress, lying on top of me to keep me down. "What you think, bitch? I'm getting my dues from you." He planted his lips on mine in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth as his hands went under my shirt, unclasping my bra and fondling my breasts. I screamed and started beating on him, but he just laughed and started to unzip my jeans. Every second felt like an eternity as I fought uselessly against him, feeling totally helpless and hopeless.
"Get the fuck off her!" someone yelled. I felt Yuri's weight being thrown off me and I looked up to see who was there. All I could see was the back of a blond male about my age. Yuri looked up to the other boy in rage. "Who the hell are you?!" "Like it matters to you, asshole!" That voice sounds so familiar.. "Whoever you are, I'm going to kill you!" Yuri jumped up and charged at the blond, throwing wild punches. The blond made a swift kick into Yuri's gut and punched his face. I heard a strange squishing sound and saw blood run from Yuri's nose. Yuri screamed, covered his face, and fell to the ground. The other boy gave one last kick before turning to me. "Come on, Rika, hurry and get up!" My eyes grew wide as I recognized Ishida Yamato, though I quickly got up and ran with him away from the house. Far, far away. After what seemed like hours of running, we stopped. We were in a park.
"Rika, are you okay?" Yamato asked gently. My emotions caught up and I burst out crying, falling into his chest. He put his arms around my trembling body and waited patiently for me to regain control of myself. Finally I stopped crying, though I still continued to tremble. "Everything's going to be alright now, Rika. He can't hurt you now, I wont let him." I looked into Yamato's icy-blue eyes. I saw concern.concern for me? "How did you find us?" I asked in a hoarse whisper. "I saw you at the club talking to him. Something made me nervous when you left with him, so I followed you." Nervous? For me? "Why?" He looked confused. "I don't know. I just felt like something was wrong." I nodded. "Would you like me to take you home, Rika?" I looked at him a little nervously, then nodded. "Hai, please?" "No problem. We're not too far from my apartment, so I can drive you home." I followed Yamato cautiously and got into his can. I gave him directions to my house and within a few minutes we were there. He walked me to the door. My mom was not home yet. It was only 11.25, she would not be home for quite a while. "Arigato, Yamato-san," I said to him. He smiled. "There is no need to thank me, Rika. And you don't need to be so formal." I nodded dumbly. "Do you think you will be okay?" Yamato asked. "I think so." "Okay, but just in case you need me, here is my phone number." He took out a scrap of paper and a pen and scribbled the number before handing the paper to me. "Call whenever you want or need. Don't worry what time of day or night it is, I will be there for you right away." "Arigato." He smiled. "Good night, Rika. Take care." "Good night, Yamato." All of a sudden, I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He hugged me in return. When I let go, he slowly went back to his van while I went inside. I watched from the window as he left before I walked slowly to my room and changed out of my clothes, throwing them across the room. Then I collapsed into bed. It took me a long time to finally drift into a dreamless sleep..