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CHAPTER 16

It happened so fast it was like an inconsistent blur. She could barely re-call being divested of her clothes, let alone being led to her bedroom with Enishi clinging feverishly onto her body.

It didn't deserve to be called 'making love'.

It was sex. Plain, and dirty. Enishi loved it rough and fast, fully aware that Kaoru's virginity limited her pleasure in their sensual act. Even when she cried out, her body arching in pain, he took no notice. A sadistic smile had appeared; a demon took over his body, and mind. His searing, burning thrusts caused her to grit her teeth, and dig her fingernails firmly into his flesh which Enishi found to be even more arousing than their current situation. Oh, how she hated herself. The sweat mingled saliva glinting off of her flesh made her feel dirty to the tip of her soul.

When it was over, when he expelled his last and final groan, he carefully lifted himself off of her.

"That was amazing," he breathed heavily into her ear.

In reply, Kaoru turned around and pulled the blanket over her clammy body. She thought she heard a rough click but ignored the sound, whatever it was. Her mind was flanked with the feelings of being absolutely disgusted. A foul, sharp scent drifted through the air and she turned back around immediately only to see Enishi propped up against his set of pillows, exhaling smoke out of his mouth.

"What are you doing?" she asked, mildly surprised to hear her voice sound out hoarsely. Her chest was still slightly heaving, and she was already feeling very sore. "What does it look like?" His reached his hand out to her, offering his burning cigarette but she just shook her head, her face plainly filled with disgust as the amber flakes of ash fell, loosing their color in mid-air and dirtying themselves onto her bed sheets. She wrapped the blanket around herself more tightly, and moved away from him as far as possible.

Casually putting it out, he flicked the butt onto the nearby table. The bed creaked in protest as his weight was lifted off. Meanwhile Kaoru continued to watch him uttering no words.

"You don't have to just sit there," Enishi finally commented after studying her flushed face. There was no answer back to that. "Why don't you take a shower? With me?" Instantly she shook her head. Black strands of her hair fell flat on her face and stuck themselves there to the damp sweat. "It'll be the last thing I ask of before I leave to talk to Tomoe. C'mon Kaoru, it'll be fun," he returned and smiled with pleasure. Still she did not move so he took matters into his own hands, literally, by lifting the sleek body wrapped in the blanket and started walking towards the bathroom.

"Put me down! I hate you!" She yelled infuriated, pounding her curled fists onto his bare chest. "Fine," he replied nonchalantly and shrugged. Kaoru barely had to time react when his arms disappeared and she landed on her butt on the floor. Quickly she stood up and gave him a dirty, unimpressed look. The blanket was wretched away from her body and suddenly she stood there naked in front of him. Enishi threw the blanket around her lower back and reeled her in, pulling her body tightly against his.

"You act as if I don't care."

She snapped her head up and met his grey tinged eyes. "Oh and you're going to tell me now that you do?"

"If you gave me a chance…"

Completely startled and taken aback by his actions, she had no time to react when he lowered his lips to hers gently. She wanted to push him away but she found that he was being so careful, so light. Her eyelids drooped threateningly but the voice in her mind was echoing, This is ENISHI! Kaoru shook off the languid like feelings and pushed him away, but it resulted in her being sent back. His hard muscled body stood like a brick wall in front of her. Thankfully before he could say something to her or even begin to start over, his cell phone rang. He strode over to his pants that were on the floor and fished around inside the back pockets. Kaoru continued to watch as he glanced at the cover before flipping it open and quickly walking out of the room.

Now's your chance to get some clothes on, her mind was hurriedly telling her. Quickly before he comes back.

She had been about mid-way through when he reappeared.

"I gotta go," was all he said. He disregarded Kaoru's bewildered expression as he slipped on his clothes, and grabbed his wallet and keys. At the door with Kaoru still trailing after him, he suddenly whirled around and caught her delicate body within his arms.

"I fully intend to keep my part of the bargain. I'll be talking to oneesan shortly. And like I promised, princess, I'll leave you alone for now…" he trailed off. His mouth curved into a sly smile. "Thanks for everything," he said casually and darted forwards, kissing her cheek.

It took her several minutes, even after she heard the door shut, to flip the lock in place. She didn't want to move. Wincing at the carnal thoughts of Enishi, she forced herself to back away from the door. I… I need a shower, she settled with her mind. Letting her clothes drop along the way to the bathroom, Kaoru didn't even feel the cold air hit her body. Right now it felt as if it were on fire. I need to cleanse myself of this filth. Everything felt unreal. Even her surroundings as she moved seemed to act as if they were pulling at her stiffly against an invisible current.

Damn, Kaoru swore as the soap slid beneath her fingers nails. She hadn't realized she was gripping it so tightly. Furiously, she began scrubbing at her body. It felt unbelievably sore in places she never felt sore before. It was a very unfamiliar feeling, like this all this flesh was no longer her own.

WHACK!

The soap went flying into the tiled wall, and she slid herself down into the tub. Her body was in shock. Her mind was sent reeling.

What have I just done?

With her head in her arms, Kaoru began to let the tears flow. It seemed so natural now. But the pain was still there, inflicted emotionally, and physically.

And it hurt like hell.

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The time was half past two in the morning. Kamiya Kaoru lay sprawled on her bed, and in pain. She was suffering inside, and out. No matter how much tea she drank, or how many pills she popped, she still felt low and worthless. When she swallowed that first pill she thought she was going to throw up. Her fragile frame was posed leaning against the sink for so long but it didn't come back up. It got easier after that first time. A few hours had passed since Enishi had claimed her body but it made no difference. It still ached like a constant nag. Kaoru had spent a good hour or so crying non-stop on the shower floor. None of those tears could bring back time, or what innocence Enishi had taken away from her. They were all responsible for her pain, and they would all suffer dearly one day one by one. Enishi, Tomoe, and, Kenshin would all pay for her misery.

The phone on her bedside table cried out shrilly into the silence of the night, startling her from her thoughts.

Who could be calling so late?

"Hello?" Kaoru practically groaned into the phone.

"Kaoru-chan? Where have you been? I called your cell, and it was off. I called your house line awhile back several times but you didn't pick up. What's going on?" Thickly the other woman gulped and huffed into the telephone, sounding as if she had just participated in a strenuous exercise. It was odd.

"Kumi…" Kaoru replied slowly, quietly, not exactly out loud but more to herself. Bitterness flowed through her mouth and her stomach went sour at once. Almost immediately she thought of her pills and that in turn made her feel even more sick.

"Kaoru-chan, where have you been? I…I left you a couple messages on your voice mail. I was going to try to call again earlier but I was…ah…I was swamped… here." Almost hesitantly she added, "Umm… here at Kasshin Ryu with some last minute work. Dear one, I wanted to check, and see how you were… how you were keeping up," she finished quickly.

No words came to her mouth. She didn't know what to say, and Kumi was definitely speaking oddly.

"I was ah, I was talking to one of my cousin's. Tomoe is her—" the woman gasped. Kaoru froze and listened carefully. In the background she heard a light whispering. "Sorry, Kaoru-chan," Kumi quickly put in, cutting off the other voice.

"It's really late Kumi-san. I was trying to sleep if you couldn't tell," she replied quite flatly. Distracted or not, Kumi isn't going to help my situation out one bit. Especially by bringing up Tomoe. It's too late to introduce them. We've already been acquainted more than once. I'm in this mess, in this shape because of her and her big mouth.

"Is something wrong Kaoru-chan? You sound awfully quiet…"

"No there's nothing wrong. It's late. I was trying to sleep like I just said to you."

Kumi felt taken aback at the tone of the young woman's voice. The usual cheerful sweet girl wasn't there today. All politeness was gone, and had been replaced with a cold, hateful sounding stranger.

"I'm sorry… I just thought that we could talk you know? I didn't mean to… didn't want to call so late, and you're usually up anyhow but it's just that…" Kumi trailed off. There were notes of hesitation, and anxiousness. It seemed as if she wanted to say something more.

"Now's really not the time. I'm extremely exhausted." Kaoru informed firmly, brushing Kumi off.

"I…I see."

I don't care it's not my problem! Kaoru yelled at herself upon hearing the disappointment. I have my own shit to deal with. Everything her, and I ever talked about was promised to be entirely confidential. She broke that, and look where it got me.

"Well then Kaoru-chan, I am truly s-sorry," she stumbled with her words. "I will call you back another time. Good night then."

Kaoru chose not to reply to the 'I will call you back another time,' and instead slammed the phone down onto its cradle. Even when she tried she couldn't get rid of Kumi from her thoughts. Her and Enishi. However the latter was another story. The night's actions replayed in her mind, rewinding, never ending like a horror movie.

About an hour later after tossing and turning, Kaoru came to a conclusion with the demons running fiercely inside her head. The anguish was more than she could bear. Over and over she was reminded of what he'd done to her, what he took away from her. All her life she'd dreamt of the one man that would rescue her from her days of constant torment, and how he would kiss all her problems away and soothe her with his sweet, understanding words. He'd be more than just her companion; he'd become her best friend, someone to hold her hand when she needed guidance. No one understood how hard it was to live alone. Of course in it all she was very grateful for her parent's company. If it weren't for that she'd probably be off in a more depressing situation. I should be appreciative. I should be happy. I should be so much more but I can't. I've let him run over me over and over. Facing everyone after this will be the worst thing ever. How can I look anyone in the eye at school? On several occasions daily she'd see him with different people. He knows everyone and soon enough they'll know too. This is like high school all over again. So badly she wanted to believe that university would've been different but it was turning out otherwise. All because of him. And Kenshin… she wearily thought. He's got his own share to deal with. And it's not like he cares for me anymore; I think he proved that well enough today. I'm back to where I started.

Alone…

The pills inside her system were working laboriously but not giving the outcome that she had hoped for. Instead her nerves were wracked with more emotions than she could mentally deal with. She felt as if she were losing her mind. Kaoru's body twisted and grimaced amongst the bed sheets, agitated and sick. "God," she breathed heavily, her fingers shaking violently.

No one there…

Alone…

There was only one thing left to do, and it was very clear now. The hot tears that burned down her cheeks acted as a physical sign that she accepted. She would end the whole blackmail situation by herself.

Forever.

Kenshin would be happy then. There would be no 'problem' around to start trouble, and he could live happily ever after with Tomoe.

She would do it.

Now.

It was hard not to think of her parents as she changed into her final outfit. They were probably looking down at her shamefully from their place in heaven but it wouldn't be much longer till she joined them. That thought comforted her somewhat. She decided against leaving a note. Let them wallow in torture, and grief. Let them think they were the cause.

Once inside her car she immediately drove off. She knew where she was going, and where her last destination would be.

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The remainder of the evening had been pretty quiet for Kenshin. He had spent most of his time cleaning up his apartment. He didn't curse out loud, or yell out in Kami-sama's name when he stepped on a few, almost invisible glass shards. He took it as his punishment. Earlier on, Sano had offered for the two of them to head downtown to have dinner but Kenshin didn't accept his proposal. He had a lot of things to do, and he really just wanted to think things through for awhile. Sano had respected Kenshin's wishes, so he left but reminded his friend that if he needed anything at all that he shouldn't hesitate to call.

Sighing out loud now, Kenshin went into the kitchen to fix himself a snack. Tomoe though, on the opposite end of things, had not respected his wishes. When he had turned his cell phone on he saw that she had left four new messages. Over, and over again she kept apologizing and she explained what Enishi had said about fifty times over. He had frowned disappointedly when he'd heard her voice for every single message that was in his voicemail inbox. I guess it's a worthless hope to think that Kaoru might've called. It was taking everything inside him to refrain from picking up his phone, and calling her but Sano's words were repeated back to him every time he had the urge. She would be angry. It's not worth it I'll only piss her off even more, Kenshin finally decided. He'd given up, and turned his cell phone off again for the last time nearly an hour ago.

There he sat now, playing with his chopsticks at the lonely table. The silence was driving him absolutely mad. All alone with his thoughts, and nothing to do, Kenshin felt as if he were going to go insane. I need to get out of here. It's been awhile since I was at the dojo, he thought. Maybe I should call up Sojiro, and see if he's up to it.

Sojiro obliged to Kenshin's offer after Kenshin insistently persisted. They agreed to meet up at the 'regular spot'. Basically it was an old vacant dojo that had pretty much been left behind to Kenshin. He had the keys for it, and whenever he felt like expelling some steam, or brushing up on his skills, he'd go straight there. Not all the time did he invite a friend but Sojiro would make excellent competition. The mysterious, short boy, with the bewildering smile had been Kenshin's friend in high school. They hadn't been close to begin with; they actually hated one another for a short while. Slowly Sano got them talking and that was the end of their grudges. Ever since then they had become good friends, and they often sparred for fun. Kenshin had invited Sano several times but the rooster head just couldn't pick up on the basics of kenjutsu. He preferred jujitsu, and he kindly informed Kenshin of that at the end of their session by punching him straight in the face. I guess I deserved it though, Kenshin smiled to himself at the fond memories. He had run out of patience, and was whacking Sano with his training bokken at every chance he got. As for the other, you could never figure out what Seta Sojiro had behind that mischievous but contagious smile of his. He often kept to himself, unlike loud mouthed Sanosuke.

The one thing that Sojiro prided himself on was his excellent fighting skills. He was almost as good as Kenshin but he hadn't the faintest idea where Sojiro had learned his skills. The topic had never been discussed. Everyone seemed to respect their privacy, and the others around them. That's why Kenshin didn't mind hanging out with Sojiro, and a couple of his friends. When they were together it was just like being with the guys. No worries, no bullshit discussions. Just chilling.

"Guess I'll finish this later," Kenshin muttered as he placed his chopsticks down onto the plate, and put his dish on the counter.

Finding his magenta gi proved to be effortless but the hakama… where had he put that? Atop a shelf in the back of the closet. That's where it was hiding but unfortunately for him it took awhile to figure that out but not before he turned his room completely upside down. There, neatly folded beside the white ones he had searched for were his black ones. Tomoe's face instantly came to mind. Her straight thin lips and the penetrating look of her gazelle eyes. You wouldn't think anything of her at first… until she sunk her claws into you. When they had first met, Kenshin knew it was love. Sure he had had numerous flings but this was different. One look in those deep brown eyes, and he was whisked away. Yukishiro Tomoe had always been soft spoken yet she had a way with her words. Needless to say, it hadn't been long in their relationship till he had her begging for him in his bed. The creamy peach like taste of her skin stained his tongue, and he longed for more. She was the only thing that drove him to be sane but little did she know about the chaos that burned within him.

At his time of need she had been there to support him without even realizing it. And now she's Miss. Popular, one of the most beautiful girls around. I've become so kind and polite while she's become ruthless, and cold hearted. It seemed to him that they had traded roles. Kenshin found it hard to see that it wasn't love anymore. The deep link that he had to Tomoe was deteriorating as he was becoming more, and more independent, and able to control himself. He was becoming the person he had wanted to be for so long but now his lover was drifting away.

"I should have kept her as my friend," Kenshin whispered into the black fabric that he was clutching onto. Sano had warned him that the last thing he had needed was a serious relationship. He didn't listen. He thought he was all grown up after leaving the Yakuza, and a commitment was the first step into the right direction. Tomoe was the only anchor he had had in his life at that point. To think that he was maybe using her made himself sick.

That wasn't the case. He had just become a little too dependant on her. It was going to hurt her once she found out that he wanted to separate for awhile. Of course she would try to conceal it at first but Kenshin could just imagine the destructive path she was going to create for herself.

We've all changed, he realized. He had no intention of jumping into a relationship with Kaoru but when he was with her all his little rules broke in half as if they never existed. I just need to get out of this mess before I start anything else. Besides…I plan to get to the bottom of her relationship with Enishi.

Kenshin carefully folded the hakama before putting it in a spot where he wouldn't be able to see it. Tomoe loved his black ones. It drove her wild to see Kenshin in them; she often begged him to wear those and nothing else. He grabbed the white ones, and closed the closet door leaving his thoughts of Tomoe inside. "I'm going to have to clean up again later," Kenshin muttered before changing.

He met up with Sojiro, and instantly the other young man could feel that Kenshin was stressed. His friend was standing too stiffly. His aura was also troubling. The two of them were just about to slip their shoes off before entering when Sojiro asked, "Is something the matter Himura-san?"

"Nothing too important."

"Heh, I guess that's why you called me out so late, ne? Needed to work off some excess stress? I won't ask of it anymore, and I won't hold back either." Sojiro's eyes twinkled, a smile played at his lips.

"Good," Kenshin's reply came out gruffly, and he removed his shoes.

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Should I? No… well I don't want to get into this mess. BUT I do feel bad for jou-chan. I should call her. But would Kenshin get mad if I tell her that I know about everything that happened? Maybe she's already guessing that I know. I am Kenshin's best friend after all, of course he'd tell me! She'll probably jus' ignore my call. I should mind my own business.

Sanosuke was fighting a few inner battles of his own. One side was saying that he should call Kaoru, while the other side was saying forget it, don't get yourself involved. But I am involved! I know everything! That makes me involved dammnit! Should I? The same train of thought had been riding through his head, in a circle for the past half hour. That's it! Sano got up from the couch, and walked over to the phone. Ok, now what do I say to her when I call her? Kuso! He paced back and forth, contemplating an approach.

"Hey jou-chan, jus wanted to see if you were alright. Did Kenshin leave any marks?" Ooohhh that would get him slapped for sure. He laughed to himself while pacing the carpet.

"Hey jou-chan. I heard what happened, do you want to talk about it?" No no, that sounds too like… like someone passed away or somethin.

"Hey jou-chan, it's Sano! I was just wonderin' what you were up to?" Yeahhh that was the way to go! Just act smooth, and approach it slowly.

"Yosh!" Sano exclaimed, and reached for the phone. But what happens if she ignores my call? Would she ignore my call? I'm just trying to help but… maybe she won't see it like that. I could leave a message then! Yeah, I'll leave a message if she doesn't pick up. Ok, what do I say when I leave the message?

The brilliant fool resumed his trek around the couch.

"Ok. Hey jou-chan, it's Sano but you probably recognized my voice. How could you forget it? It's deep and sexy… mesmerizing…" Oh yeah that'll work for sure. And Kenshin will make sure to kick my balls in for that.

"Jou-chan, it's Sano. Just wanted to know how you are doing. Call me back alright?" That could work…damnit! He'd forgotten to give her his number.

Ok, one more time Sagara. Let's get it right.

"Jou-chan, it's me, Sano. Jus' wondering how you are. Call me back at 717822763."

Perfect!

Sano walked back over to the phone, and picked up the cordless. He pressed talk, and waited for the dial tone. Ok, here goes. His fingers automatically went to the keypad but didn't push any buttons.

"Kuso!" He cursed out loud in frustration, and slammed the phone back onto the charger. It would help if I had her damn number now wouldn't it? He tried calling Kenshin but his cell was off, and he wasn't picking up on his home line either. Damn! There's no way in hell I am calling that sonofabitch Yukishiro. No way in hell will I call that yarou for her number!

Sano tossed himself back onto the couch. He was frustrated, angry, and annoyed.

"I wasted all this time, and what did I really end up doing? I discovered that I'm bloody crazy because I've been sitting here talkin' to myself for the past… kami-sama knows how long! That's it, I'm calling Katsu over for a drink. Just gotta make sure he's the one that's bringing it."

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The bridge looked deceivingly calm. It was a relatively quiet rural area. The deep, swift moving river however was another thing. Its perilous waters were what had drawn Kaoru to this place. She knew of it, and what a secluded area it was. It was perfect. No one would find her here. Maybe her body would float onto the bank near the right side. It would only be a matter of days then till someone would find her. Kaoru parked her car behind the bushes, and slowly got out. Her hands covered her mouth, her feet barely making any noise on the dirt road.

She approached the bridge, and stopped to look at her destination. The cold, deep water flowed on carelessly. She closed her eyes, the warm tears caressing her face. One look back, just once, she thought. She turned, and gazed at the city lights. I'm going to miss this… but I'll be with mom, and dad. I'll be rightfully by their side. I should say something. A prayer maybe? What does one say before they die?

"God," she began unsteadily, "Forgive me for everything stupid I've ever done. At the same time punish those who hurt me and betrayed me."

She walked towards the center of the bridge. It was cold.

"He has heard your prayer. He is always listening, and watching." The harsh sounding voice from behind stopped her dead in her tracks. Startled, she whirled around to face the speaker.

"Who are you?" She called out hesitantly.

He was dressed all in black. He seemed to be of average height but his build was something she couldn't exactly determine. Even his face was concealed behind some black material except for his eyes. And those were piercing right through her. It scared her.

"Just his messenger."

For the hundredth time in her life, she felt afraid. Her eyes shifted away from his, unable to take his powerful gaze. "I don't know who you are but just leave me alone."

"What will you do if I don't?" The man tauntingly took a few steps towards her.

"Don't." With that being said she instinctively moved farther away down the bridge.

"I'm very curious as to what you will do. Would you scream? No one would hear, and unlike the others, you have no reason to be afraid, Kamiya."

Kamiya? He knows who I am. How? An eyebrow raised itself questioningly.

"Unlike the others? What others? And how do you know—"

"Your name?" He finished the sentence and laughed. This guy is insane, Kaoru thought. What kind of freak dressed in all black would come to a secluded area like this at this time of the night?

"I know you because I have been observing you for some time now. Let's just say that I need some help, and you are the one that is going to assist me."

"What?" Kaoru yelled, and backed up against the railing of the bridge. "Don't!" She warned him again.

"Or what? Will you jump? Will you actually do that? It's what you came to do isn't it?" He knew that was her direct intention. It wasn't a wild guess. From the tone of his voice he sounded as if he knew exactly why she was here. He knew who she was. He knew everything.

Kaoru shivered.

"How do you know this?" It barely came out as a whisper.

The man sighed against the black material that was shielding his face. "Must I repeat myself? I've been watching you."

"Why?" Kaoru automatically became defensive.

"I don't need to explain this again." That was all he said before disappearing. She blinked, and he was gone. Just like that. Ok I wasn't imagining that all. That really did happen didn't it? She blinked again several times, moving in a circular direction. The only things she could hear was the river flowing on, and her feet shuffling against the damp wood. Kaoru whispered to herself, and put a hand to her head. "What the hell is going on?"

"You'll know soon enough," she heard his voice whisper into her ear. Before she could react, or even blink, a sharp pain struck at the back of her neck, and the last thing Kaoru saw was the wood as she fell down to meet it.

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Her body was still and motionless, save for her light breathing which brought her chest up, and down rhythmically. Her long black hair had been smoothed aside by her brother, allowing her pale cheeks to show. Enishi continued to stroke his sister's soft hair affectionately. She had refused to go to bed, and had ended up falling asleep on the couch with her head resting on his lap. He had coaxed her to calm down, and had soothed her with his words of promise.

"Oneesan, he's not going to call you back just yet so try to go to sleep. I'm sure he'll be over it all by tomorrow morning."

"No," she had replied stubbornly, "I'm going to wait here just in case Enishi. I'm not sleepy!"

He's going to pay for this, Enishi thought as he looked down at his sister. Poor, innocent, oneesan. Kenshin was going to pay for all the misery he was making Tomoe endure. He was the cause of it all. Undoubtedly Kaoru would never betray him but that snake of a man, Himura, seemed to bring out another side of her. Enishi wasn't stupid. He knew there was something going on between those two but he believed Kaoru knew better than to screw around behind his back. Because if she did just do that…

Enishi smiled.

He would enjoy hurting her even more, and it would be double the fun if it was in front of Kenshin's watchful eye. "I had to lie to protect you. I had no choice oneesan," Enishi whispered to his sleeping sister. The malicious grin never left his lips. He was bad. Of course he was bad; he was after all Yukishiro Enishi, a name that scared half the underground world shitless. Artillery and weapons were his main priority, his main business that gave him a greedy chunk of money. Of course Tomoe didn't know that. She'd hardly ever suspect her brother of smoking even. His thoughts flowed back once more to the other darling raven haired girl that belonged solely to him. I have Kaoru where I want her, I have Kenshin where I want him, and Tomoe's perfectly right in the middle. They were all caught in his web, squirming to maneuver like desperate flies before he swooped in for the kill. But first he intended to have a little fun. His explicit night with Kaoru had been satisfying; he'd give her that much but now, sitting there in the middle of the night, he was feeling rather bored again. Oh how he was enjoying it all immensely though. They were all fools, especially Kaoru. An innocent little bitch.

"All for you," he continually whispered to his sister, and to his twisted insane self.

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