Note; Thank-you to Nic0la-2oo8 and 718 darkstar for your lovely comments. it helped me get to work on my chapter. And I said were like fire and water and i will explain why in future chapters.

Connecting dots...

Three days. She had not left her room for three days. The household was suffering from her lack of...enthusiasm? No, that's not the word. More like her lack of effort. They had not eaten a homemade meal in three days. The house had become a war zone in three days. Three days of no Sunako Nakahara.

Kyohei was having just about enough of her foolish antics. She needed to get over it! Too many times had they bend the rules of normality for her. She was becoming too spoiled. And they were going nowhere with her rotting in her room.

"Nakahara! I'm coming in now." Kyohei said. He wanted to shout but he could find it in him to yell at her now. As he entered the room he found Sunako in the same spot as before, hidden under her blanket. He sighed. There went his plan to talk sense into her now he was going to have to console her. Why the hell did he always have to put up with her weirdness!

"Sunako, what's going on? You've missed two days of school. What's wrong? Are you sick?" Kyohei asked as gently as he could.

After a few moments of silence he heard her muttered something like "I wish..." She snuggled deeper into her blankets- trying to pull herself into a tight ball. He didn't know why but he felt some urge to touch her, pat her back, embrace her , something that would make her feel a little better- make him feel easier. He gulped down that urge.

"What do you mean by that?" Kyohei asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Nothing... Just leave." And he did after slamming the door. He was so frustrated, with her and himself. That still didn't work. He turned to the door and slammed it out of his way.

"What the hell is wrong with you? We all have issues but we get over it! Did someone call you ugly again? Hell you know you aren't! I and the guys are trying real hard to help you but how the fuck can we help you if you don't tell me what's wrong!" He shouted at her. That did it!

"I never asked for you help! It's my problem and I've solved it! I'm never leaving the darkness again." She said it so plainly it could have been a poem recited over and over again. Had she rehearsed this in her head?

"You expect me to believe that shit!" He glowered, "What really happened you know we'll all help you."

He could see her front wavering; she bit down on her lip and closed her eyes. Good she was considering what he was saying; just a little more coaxing and then they could be over with all her mysteriousness.

"Whatever it is it will be better it you just tell me what's wrong." he said reassuringly. He felt tense when he heard her sigh. He knew it meant she would tell him what was going on so he could relax and get on with life but at the same time he felt wariness curl in his stomach like black waves. Whatever it was it wouldn't be anything normal or expected- it's Sunako he reminded himself.

" When I went out...I don't know what happened...I behaved myself...but...these guys..." she shuddered and bit down on her lips to stop whatever emotion was threatening to overcome her. She felt weak. She knew she wasn't weak...but. She wanted to finish her sentence. She knew what she needed to say but her gut swallowed her words ruefully before she could speak them. What was she going to say now?

"What did they do?" Kyohei asked, his voice barely a whisper but she could hear trembling in his voice as he tried to control some unknown emotion.

"They...hurt me..." Her voice sounded as far away as her eyes. Her arms unconscientiously circled her waist. What was she holding back? If she was hurt she would have gotten herself medicine. What would shake her to the point she forgot common sense and to care for herself?

"I don't understand." Kyohei groaned, frustrated.

He saw her body quiver- like a young leaf being pushed by the wind- then stiffen. He waited for her response with timid anxiousness. He wanted to know what happened, but at the same time his mind was already putting all the pieces together and reached a sick conclusion. 'someone raped her?!' he felt a hot sickness in his stomach. It wasn't hunger but anger.

With that he got up abruptly and walked to his room. He felt his calm dissolving with each step. Some one raped her! Rape!No matter how you say it it's still a disgusting thought. Who the fuck would rape her? The more he thought of it the more upset he got. His heart was pumping the anger through him like a drug, quickly spreading through his body. He didn't want to calm just right now he wanted to just get it out of his system. He made a sharp turn and stomped down the stairs towards the fitness room of the Nakakhara Mansion. Music automatically began playing as he entered the room. It was systemic to play the music that was last left on the stereo and since Kyohei was the person most in the gym it always played his music for working out. Loud, repetitive. Music that would wake the entire neighbourhood, if not for the sound proof walls. Straight to the punching bag- where the foam would absorb the anger and restlessness.

Punch, punch, kick, kick... Like a physical mantra he let the anger cool into a state of numbness. His mind stopped working all he could see was the worn, red leather punching bag in front of him. He used all his strength till he was breathless. Panting, he let himself slide to the floor. Why was this bothering him so much? It shouldn't affect him so much. She was just a room-mate. Even in his head that sounded like a lie. She was more than a room mate; she was a sort of friend. They had reached an understanding. She saw his flaws and accepted them; she found him a pain in the ass but still made him feel welcomed. He cared for her more than anyone else but what was he going to tell the guys?