Warning: Foul language and rape situation, as well as mentions of blood.
Proceed reading with caution.
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COLLEGE CAMPUS
Sasuke took his time to head towards his Programming class. He walks through the quiet corridors of the I.T. building, He revels in the hush, as there were not many taking programming this semester. He won't be meeting people trying to make conversation with him, trying to befriend him. It was a rare moment of peace in his life, especially after he had started dating.
He didn't expect that by dating Sakura, in extension, he is also dating her posse. They were an energetic group of people, trying to get him to participate in a circle or event, inviting him to some social gatherings for the Kappa-Phi shit. One after another. He already has a loudmouth as a best friend and squealer for a girlfriend, he doesn't need a whole group. He sighs, it was just one headache after another.
Taking the bridge that spanned from the library to that I.T. buildings, not many would walk through here. The hallways around the bridge were not lit up most of the time. Rarely used for anything but during the exams. So, when there was a loud screech and crash of chairs, it made Sasuke jerk towards the direction of the noise. It was like the beginning of a horror film, as Sasuke cautiously went to check every sidelight he passes by. There was a loud thud, like a body falling hard and a loud cry of pain. This brought his guard up and took his phone out, either to call the cops or hit someone with it.
The sound was coming from the classroom next to the back stairwell. Whatever is happening in there, someone must be hurt. Sasuke peaked through the window. He froze.
What the hell!
It was just a couple going at it. Sasuke gritted his teeth in annoyance and glared at them in disgust. They have no decency at all. Can't believe the girl would even let her boyfriend do it in such a public place. He scoffs under his breath and starts backing away from the door. He didn't want to be caught like some peeping tom. But before he could even take a step, he sees the guy raise his hand and slap the girl across the face. The sound crisp even through the closed door.
"Will you hold still." The guy demanded as he took hold of the girl's arms. Crossing them over each other, then locking them with his weight.
"Please….Stop." the girl whimpered, as she tried to struggle from his hold. Her legs weakly flailing about. It hurts, everything hurts.
"Stop crying already. I already had you rest for the past 2 days, why are you still complaining." The guy plunged deeper into her, numbing her body.
"Stop…!" The girl chocked out. She felt herself bleeding again, Her insides torn all over again.
Sasuke didn't notice himself gripping the door tightly, his hand turn white. He didn't notice his muscles tighten. But he did notice the guy holding his phone out, filming her. And before he knew it, the door slammed wide open, and he was already in front of the couple, hitting the guy down to the ground and continued to beat his face in. Leaving the guy unconscious. Sasuke took in a deep breath to calm himself. He noticed the phone beside them still filming, so he stopped it and put it in his pocket. Someone grabbed his arm, which made him turn to look at the girl. It was like time had stilled as their eyes met.
No.
The dimness in her eyes cleared, "Sas... suke…." she whispered.
It can't be.
Her eyes watered and her breath shook, "Sasuke…" fat tears ran down her reddened cheek.
Hinata.
Her name swirled in his mind, repeating over and over. He swiftly turned, finally recognizing the messed-up face on the floor, Toshi, her boyfriend. Hinata's boyfriend. That hit him like a punch in the stomach as he heaved, wanting to vomit but nothing came out. His fist clenched as his vision grew redder and redder. Hinata. He felt the urge to murder the guy in front of him.
"Sasuke!" She sobbed as her hold on his arm tightened, which snapped him out of his rage
He looked back at Hinata, who was trying to wipe away her tears but winced from the pain of her cheeks. He looked down at her disheveled appearance, and quickly took off his jacket to cover her. He looked to the blood on the floor, that trailed up to her legs. And the first thought to cross his mind was to leave as soon as possible. He took a hold of Hinata.
"Hinata, I need to take you away from here. Where's all your stuff?"
Quickly gathering all their belongings, making sure that there is no trace of them being there. They should have probably informed the authorities, they should have probably stayed and let someone else handle the situation for them. They should have. Probably.
That probability kept nagging at the back of his mind, to call the authorities, to let them all know what had happened and turn Toshi in. It kept nagging but Sasuke was not willing to throw Hinata into all that fuss. He was not willing to shine a spotlight on her trauma. The public will never leave her alone. No, he will not let her experience that. She had already gone through a lot. The thought of it still makes him see red
They cleaned up as much as they could. Not wanting her to hurt herself even more, Sasuke scooped her up into his arms, having her carry their bags in her arms, as they made their way to the parking lot. Once in the car, Sasuke made a phone call. The call was answered after the tenth ring.
"Meet me at my place." Quick to get to the point, Sasuke was not really one with formalities especially on situations like this. "Tell the others to come over too."
Hinata made a move to protest. She didn't want anybody else to see her so….dirty. But one look from Sasuke made her retreat, hugging their bags tighter to herself.
"Troublesome." The other replied with a heavy sigh as they hanged up the call.
He was getting his keys, when he found the phone he took from Toshi. He stared at it like it was a cursed object that will end the world. And it might as well be, as it had the video of what he had saw, and probably more. That made him even angrier. He was about to toss it aside but remembered that phones can be tracked, so he shut it down.
Keys now in the ignition, he looked over to Hinata. She was quiet, even her tears were falling silently. She needed words of comfort, but he doesn't know what to say in this type of situation.
What can you say to a person who had just been through an assault like that? What do you say to the person you haven't talked to for a month, and your reunion was something that traumatized both parties?
He gripped the wheel tight, as countless of doubts went through his mind and the feeling of uselessness grew in him. He is not one for words, but he can hold a grudge.
"Hinata…."
She whipped her head towards him, as his spoke.
"What happened awhile ago, I won't let it happen again."
His voice clear, it held something like a desperation, a cry, a new found determination.
"I promise you that."
A resolve.
He started the engine and drove out of the lot. She stared at him for quite some time before ducking her head, covering her face. A small, almost invisible smile started tugged on her face. As a tiny light of hope started blooming into her.
"Thank you." She whispered.
A/N
So I finally got ch2 to work. It took change after change a rewrite after rewrite to know how the story progresses. This is actually the first time trying a kind of school drama scenario. I'm probably gonna research Meteor Garden or something like that, hahaha. Well this story is basically me seeing if I can finish this and how I can cope writing uncomfortable or even some hot scenes. Since I think I should try my hand on writing even things that disgust me.
Also for the one harassing me about why I'm still writing fan fiction, my reason is because I can and I want to. I use anime and stuff as a base of characters and develop them from there. It's good writing practice if you have a hard time creating your own character. Unless it's actual criticism I deleted those death threats and childish bullying. But you probably won't read this and keep on harassing me and other writers, sigh. Get a life.
