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Disclaimer: The characters and the copyrights on the series of Slam Dunk belong to Mr. Inoue Takehiko and the respective owner(s). This story is written by personal enjoyment without any commercial matter incurred.


Oliese: Thanks for review. Of course not...I guess you can get the answer in these few chapter.

whatthe: Thanks for review. In my last story, I used Kiku as the name of the OC character as I am too lazy to think another name...but then I recognized that it might get people mis-understanding that I would like to be the one inside SD. Thus this time I use my friend name (sorry Gimmi) in this story and hope the problem solved. But then your comments come... anyway, it is just a name!

cutiedallie: Nice to see you again! From the outline of this story, Rukawa is a poor guy... I am still thinking to make a happy ending or sad ending for this story.


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" ... Thinking..."

Dream


06. His Nightmare

When Rukawa went back to his room, he felt so tired. The meeting with the team discussing the match tomorrow was just a normal issue to him. They would win for sure as it is only a B grade team. But why did he feel so exhausted?

He didn't know why. But when he sat down on the bed, a name came out suddenly.

'Gimmi...'

He sighed and hid his face under his palm.

He didn't expect to see his sister today after a year. She left 2 months after that incident and enrolled at a new school. She didn't contact him nor he could contact her as she hadn't left him any contact number and address. A sudden meet recalling all the memory from Kimura to him. Although Kimura was arrested last year when police found out that he was doing illegal drug and sex business, the nightmare was kept deadly inside Rukawa's heart. He sighed and closed his eyes. He slept before he recognised.


DREAM

When he opened his eyes again, he found everywhere were different. He was not in his house. But in Kiruma's House.

'Welcome, my dear Kaede.' Kimura said.

He stared at him.

He recalled his memory and remembered that he was arrested by Kimura's fellows when he wanted to report to the police.

FLASHBACK

He thought for a night and he wouldn't stay anymore for being a sex player of Kimura. He decide to call the police in the morning. He already thought clearly how to ask the police not letting his little sister knew the incident and hope they would able to protect him from media. Before he could reach to the police station, he was caught by the Kimura's fellows.

'Kimura san already knew that you might call the police within these few days since you acted so strange last time.' One said.

'Let go of me.' He commended.

'Don't you think that.' They said and pushed him into a car.

He struggled and the someone hit him hard on his back neck.

END OF FLASHBACK

Kiruma smiled and walked toward him. He would see anger in his eyes.

'Don't I tell you to be clever?' He said while patting his face, 'But why do you choose to believe the police rather than I?'

He looked away. But Kimura held his chin to look at him.

'I think I declared clearly. YOU or your sister.' He said, 'Is this mean your sister?'

'No.' Rukawa replied immediately, 'Don't hurt my sister.'

'But you choose to hurt me first.' Kimura pretended to be sad while all other guys laughed.

'What will you do to compensate me?' he asked.

Rukawa looked at him and felt too scare to think of anything.

'Might be you are not satisfied by my love only, I would let them to love you as well.' He laughed and pressed Rukawa on the wall. A large bang was heard.

'What do you want?' Rukawa struggled and asked.

'What do I want? Ha...ha... you should know me well.' He laughed.

'I am first, and all of you would do whatever you like later.' He said to his fellows.

They both laughed and excited.

Rukawa couldn't escape but being pressed on the table. Kirmua then started his old habit - cutting him lightly, but enough to see his blood flew on his pale skin and to taste his blood - and raped him in front of all guys.

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Rukawa struggled on the bed, hand raised on to the air and scream silently. He wanted to get up but he couldn't.

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'You should thank me for cutting you repeated on the same areas where you would hide it.' Kimura panted after released.

Before Rukawa would do another thing, another guy climbed on his back. They seemed to be erected by Kimura's action, especially when they sew his blood dropped on the floor. Those guys became crazy and rapped his repeatedly. He felt only pain for the whole day and he wouldn't remember how many times he fainted out.

When they finally finished, Kimura came back to his sight.

'I haven't finished yet.' He said, 'I have not done before.'

(Of course, at that moment Rukawa didn't know 'I have not down before' meaning to his sister.)

'Shit!' Rukawa looked at him and said weakly.

'But you should happy with this, otherwise, you are in the Hell forever.' He smiled.

He walked toward him, headed down and tasted his blood again.

'You taste better than the woman.' He whispered.

And after that last time, they dressed his wounds.

'Your money.' Kimura threw him some notes.

He really wanted to reject, but he knew that he needed the money especially when couldn't work for the coming days. He would only take away his repute.

He stared at him for a while, finally he bended down and took the money. Took a deep breathe and stretched up.


He confused again. Where was he? Wasn't he in Kimura's house. He looked around and remembered that he was in the hotel.

'My god!' He whispered voicelessly.

He laid still and stared at the ceiling lifelessly. It was too much for him to review that incident again, though it was a dream.

'it is back again.' He covered his month in order to prevent any scream coming out.

Sometimes he would dream of that awful incident, but only partially. It was already a long time ago for him to dream the whole event clearly while every details replayed as if he would forget. The dream was so clear that he would feel all the pain suffered at that day.

Suddenly he got out of the bed and ran to the washroom. He felt the sweat on the back was like the blood soaking him, which he could not stand anymore. Taking off all clothes, he stood under the running shower-head.

Hands pressed on the wall supporting his body, head looked down at the floor, he let the hot water poured down to clean his body. He knew that he had to calm down, but he was still panting heavily and his heart beat so fast that it seemed to get out anytime.

'It's just a dream, it's over, Kaede.' He told himself.

'It's over, yes, it's over.' He nodded as if convincing himself.

'It's over.'

He repeated again and again to make himself believed that it was over. But his body betrayed him. His hands were no longer strong enough to support his weak foot and he kneed down finally.

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Only the moon that night saw a cold-attitude girl crying at her home alone and heard her scream so heart-brokenly. And only the moon that night saw a so-called ice-block weakened under the pouring water and heard those two simple words repeatedly all night.


"The darkness that hide behind my walls
Consignment of Death
Closed in walls
Harvesting the darkness of self
The windows are foggy
I cannot see the light
The sparrows are closing in,
I am in a box, find my soul
What goes on in my space?"

Quoted from "Absent From The Soul" by Jacqueline Amos


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