wARNING; This chapter is alittle more mature please keep that in mind.

Memories;

Walking to Running...

It was innocent fun- just some girls hanging out having a good time. Then she saw him. He looked dangerous, deadly and demonic. He was hidden by the shadows but the darkness couldn't hide his eyes. They were similar to two black holes- empty but still pulling her to them. His smile. It wasn't bright like the 'Creatures of Light' but still held some appeal. She quickly turned away before he could realize she was a 'Creature of Darkness'. She tried to pay attention to the conversation taking place at her table and took a small sip from her cup. She felt a burning shiver rip up her spin- something didn't feel right.

"EEEE! Sunako-Chan. That boy keeps looking at you. " Nono giggled. Sunako's eyes shot up and met his enough for her to get trapped again. They were so dark and so deep. For and instant she felt a connection. Her stomach felt empty, she couldn't breathe.

"Ha! It's hard not to." Nene said giving Sunako a wink. "You look really pretty tonight. I like your hair wavy and black looks good on you."

"Plus she's wearing a very nice skirt." Nana added, "I didn't know you had such nice legs. Were you a ballerina or something?"

Sunako blushed at the over-the-top compliments. She was trying to look nice for them and they liked it. It made her feel...happy? She lifted herself from the table and looked to her friends.

"I think I'll go home now. I still have to make breakfast in the morning." She said with a small smile. She knew they understood her current "occupation" as slave to the bishonens. Plus it was still hard for her to socialize with people still. With that she shimmied out of her seat.

"Wait do you want us to call you a cab?" Nene shouted over the music.

"No thank-you. The streetlights are still on; I can find my way home." Sunako shouted back.

Bad Decision...

Sunako left the club and walked towards the mansion. It was only a few blocks away and she needed time to think. Ever since she started taking care of her appearance she had been apprehensive. She was anticipating rejection but so was met with approval and acceptance. She was still herself .cooking, cleaning and sitting in darkness. She felt safe in darkness. She came into the world in darkness and would leave the world in darkness- everyone would. It wasn't a morbid thought it was just a fact. All that white light crap wasn't true. Death was just like falling asleep, it had to be. Her reverie was broken by the sound of footsteps that were not her own. She decided to just ignore them and get home. But then she heard some whistling. Woo-wooo She knew it wasn't meant for her but at the same time she did wonder who it was for. She resisted the urge to turn around.

"Nakahara sure does clean up good" a low, husky but familiar voice commented. She walked fasted.

"Ha! I didn't know she had such a hot 'bod." another higher voice said." Slow down, Nakahara-san"

She wanted to run but her shoes clearly would give her a handicap. 'Never wear heeled shoes. Ever' she mentally noted. She decided to take a sharp turn though the alley to avoid them; she'd still be able to get home. After saying a quick prayer that her shoes wouldn't break she ran into the alley. And let the shadows absorb her. Her heart was beating faster than usually and she didn't know why they were just some guys from school no reason to be scared. When she was sure they were gone she left the shadows of the alley and walked towards the street. She had taken one step onto the sidewalk when a calloused hand grabbed her mouth. Making it hard for her to scream or shout. She felt the owner of the hand behind her pulling, her back into the darkness. She quickly stomped on his foot and bit him with enough strength to make him release her and howl in protest. Her victory was short lived as the man's companions grabbed her both arm, restraining her. She sucked in a good gulp of air and prepare to scream when the first fist flew into her chest causing her to retreat back and onto the ground. The men took her moment of vulnerability to restrain her again. One man kicked her hip and the others laughed. Pulling her up by her hair and causing her to cry out. This seemed to amuse them as the one man- the leader pushed her into the rough brick wall. She realized it was the same guy from the club holding her to the wall. He put his weight on her and whispered into her face." Let's see what Takano likes so much about you." before she could make sense of what those words meant her shirt was ripped off her body and thrown to the ground. She looked up and stared into the man's eyes with fear instead of arrogance. He didn't care he ripped more clothes off and got a few chuckles from his friends. Their disgusting hands running all over her. Bruising her skin- hurting her. Making her cry out and adding to their pleasure. She was being violated.

Noooo! She screamed.

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Sunako Sunako. Wake up.

Her eyes bolted up she saw a figure hovering over her. "Get awaaaay!" She hollered as she began kicking and flailing furiously.

"Sunako calm the hell down! it's just me!" The familiar voice bellowed at her. Kyohei. She looked at him for just a few small minutes and then began to cry. She had no control; her body was making up for her lack of action last night.

Kyohei just stared in disbelief and flinched away from her. Soon the other roommates entered.

"What wrong?"

"Why is she crying?"

"What have you done?"

"I didn't do anything." Kyohei retorted. " I just heard her screaming and came to check on her." The other roommates looked at her. She had her knees pulled up in her chest and rocking back and forth, quivering. Was she sick? Had she lost it again? Upon further examination they noticed she was wearing smudged makeup and dirtied clothing.

"Sunako, what happened to you?" Oda asked with true concern and obvious sympathy. All eyes were on Sunako and she barely mumbled "Get out, now."

"Suna..." Ranmaru's words died in his mouth as she looked into his eyes. She looked different- weak, dependant and scared. The tears on her face along with the smudged makeup and bruises made her look different.

"Please." She begged hopelessly.

With that they all left more confused than ever. Kyohei was the last to leave but left finally after giving the room and baleful look.

When they left Sunako crumpled up like the broken doll she was. She was now afraid to leave her room.

"What's wrong with her? Did you see her face" Ranmaru said in disgust as he recalled the damaged to it. Not much but enough.

"She was crying... Sunako never cries." Yuki wailed, worrying about his friend.

"She was a mess and smelt disgusting." Kyohei commented.

"We should try and find out what happened to her. Let's give her some time to think." Oda reasoned. All agreed it made sense.