The Untouchable

Yuki paced the hall outside Tohru's room. Hatori was in there, checking over Tohru, finding out exactly what was wrong and hopefully restoring her consciousness. Shigure leaned against the wall, worry in his eyes. He said nothing and was simply staring up at the ceiling. Kyo had retreated to his place on the roof after fighting to get inside Tohru's room and failing, being told by Hatori how he'd need peace and quiet to do this.

Yuki was shrouded in misery, thoughts of blame and words of Akito's running rampant through his mind.

Hatori leaned over Tohru's body. Her hair was messy, falling about her face. Her clothes were disheveled, arm red. And there, on the inside of her skirt, was...

blood. Hatori's eyes widened and he covered a gasp with a hand over his mouth. What happened?

He gently touched a bruise with his forefinger and watched her eyebrows furrow with slight discomfort. Her nervous system was working, her pain response accurate. Hatori frowned and took a deep breath. He really didn't want to do this...

He lifted her skirt up around her waist, then slowly pulled down her underwear.

He winced at the bruises he saw. But this wasn't what he was looking for however.

He had to go deeper.

Hatori exited the room a while later, face flushed, sweat dripping off his brow. It was the first they'd seen of Hatori being worried and the shock was immediate. Yuki ran up to him, grasping him by the shirt.

"What happened?"

"Yuki-" The doctor held up a hand. "She'll be fine. Shigure, can I talk to you? In private, please." He gently took off Yuki's hands from his shirt, face hardening into his usual impassive stone mask. Shigure nodded and they went downstairs to Shigure's office, the door clicking behind them. Yuki was left alone in the hallway.

"Miss Honda...?" He slowly opened the door. Tohru's eye lashes fluttered and she groaned, touching her arm. Her eyes shot open and she cried out at the sight of Yuki. He stood stock still in the door until recognition filled her eyes and she began to cry softly.

"Y-Yuki! I'm sorry... I thought-" She covered her face at a secret memory.

"Don't apologize Miss Honda." He said gently. He paused, still standing by the doorway. He couldn't help but wish beyond belief to be able to console her, to be able to wrap her in an embrace so as to comfort those small, shaking shoulders.

But I can't... I'm-

"I'm alright- really." Her voice was tight with the threat of more tears but she had stopped crying now, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry for making you worry..." She smiled for an instant, a forced glimmer of feigned happiness for Yuki's sake.

Yuki stood by the door a long time, both staring down at their hands. Tohru's eyes were slowly sliding shut before she finally fell into a dismal sleep, Yuki still at his place in front of the door.

"Shigure-" Shigure sat across from Hatori, who had a look of sickening surprise on his face, like that of a person discovering their a young pet had died through the night.

"What is it? What happened to Tohru?" Hatori hesitated, his face still looking on in grim shock. His eyes, which had been piercing into the clock sitting on the desk as if to freeze time, shifted up to meet Shigure's.

Their eyes locked. Shigure had his suspicions upon seeing Tohru, but he didn't- couldn't believe what he was about to be told.

Hatori took a deep breath.

"...She was raped, Shigure."

Shigure put a hand to his mouth, eyes widening round and angry. After a moment, he pulled himself together, slowly lowering his hand.

"Akito?"

The doctor paused before he spoke.

"Akito."