Merry Christmas everyone! I don't have enough money to buy you all presents, so I decided that I will put this chapter out. Enjoy! WARNING: Rape is evident within this chapter, so don't flame me too bad.

Raining in Heaven

Chapter Four

Hitomi finally had the chance to lie upon the hard ground, dreaming about better times, and places that she couldn't ever have. Her day had been long and loaded with chores that left her feeling weak-kneed and empty on the inside. She had always spent countless hours just imagining the many places she would never see, and people she could never meet. Hitomi wanted to see the world, but she could never escape from them. She sighed heavily, and closed her dull, colorless, green eyes from the cruel world.  

 Hard, callused hands grabbed at Hitomi, violently tearing her filthy, peasant clothes that adorned her body. She shrieked out in pain and fear, but knew that no one would come to save her from the evader's unrelenting touch. Her eyes flew open, to reveal nothing but blurry blobs of vivid color. She had dwelled on the stories of knight's in shining armor coming to rescue the ladies in distress, but Hitomi's luck was never with her. No one cared for her anymore. They didn't have knights in shining armor anymore.

So instead of struggling to escape their harsh hands, Hitomi laid on the ground, and waited for them to finish what they had come to do. She felt them lift her dress up to her waist, and heard the rustle of clothing being taken off. Hitomi closed her eyes, and like every other night, she tried to think of another place. A place where it was always shining and children could run down the streets, without a care in the world. She just wanted to hear laughter. She wanted that. She wanted to just be a normal child, and just play with dolls and other children. Instead, she was in a world filled with nothing but dirty, old men that tore at what was left her fallen innocence.

"She's sleeping," a gruff voice hissed, "she's sleeping on you Kiro."

Hitomi heard a growl come from above her head, and then she felt the invader grip her arms a bit harder. "Wake up you whore! You know you want it."

Hitomi's head rolled to the side, and she felt a stinging pain on her right cheek. The bastard had hit her! Blood protruded from an open cut on her bottom lip, and trickled down her now swollen cheek. She licked her lip, and tasted the acid taste of her own blood, and turned her head back towards the man that had hit her. Slowly, Hitomi opened her green eyes, and stared at the bastard that kneeled over her rigid body. He was an older man, with graying hair, and a thinning face, that was covered in grime and weathered down from years of outside labor. And he was smiling at her, with lust growing more evident in his eyes. She looked at his face with growing curiosity, and tried to etch everything about his face into memory. He would pay later on. She made that promise to herself.  

"That's better," he cackled, "I knew you wanted this anyway." He grabbed both of her hands in his giant, grimy hand, and put them above her head, pinned beneath his. She felt him slid his other hand down her stomach to her thigh, and bit down the need to cry out in disgust. Hitomi narrowed her eyes, and her nostrils flared in complete rage.

She felt his hand reach lower to the junction between her legs, and felt a wave of nausea storm within her empty stomach. She closed her eyes once again, and felt the tears start to stream down her face. Wouldn't anyone help her?

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            A startled Hitomi sat up in her jumbled bed, breathing heavy from the horrible dream that always seemed to plague her at night. She glanced around the room, trying to find the figures that always haunted her dreams. Nothing.

 Every night, she would have the same dream, and every night she would feel their hands all over her body. It had been years since anyone had touched her like that, and still it felt as if they were there with her; still trying to touch her without her consent.

            Hitomi pulled her long legs towards her chest, and sniffled at the oncoming tears that always came afterwards. Why did the Gods like to play such cruel jokes on her? She pushed her blonde hair away from her face, and laid her head upon her bony knees, her salty tears hitting her woolen leggings. She never did like crying, because it was a weakness that Zaibach did not appreciate in its assassins. She didn't want to be considered a weak link in her superior's eyes. A pale, shaky hand reached up to wipe the tears from her alabaster face, and then fell back towards the small bed.

            "Must I always cry over such trivial things," Hitomi asked herself; "I act as if I am some small and weak-minded female, instead of an assassin." She smiled to herself, and whispered to the chilled room, "too much alcohol I suppose." She lifted her arms above her head, and stretched out her soar muscle, until she could not stretch them any further. Slowly, she pushed her self from the bed, and headed towards the opened window; looking down upon the already bustling city below.

            Children ran down the street, laughing and playing with small creatures. Vendors yelled at the crowds, hoping to snag an innocent shopper with their expensive prices. Fanelians bustled below Hitomi, buying, selling, and enjoying the cool wind that had finally come.  A small smile crept upon Hitomi's face, and lit up her sharp, green eyes. Then, the smile disappeared, and in its place was the same scowl she always carried with her. Now was not the time to think of such weak things.

            Hitomi walked away from the window in long strides; it was time to start the day.

I hope you enjoyed my little, brief chapter that I provided. Now that I'm off school, maybe I can continue writing. Read and review, and I'll love you forever. Love ya lots. TA!!!