"Hey, Agura." Spinner called sweetly. "Better suit up, we're going into a BattleZone."
"Ugh. Whatever." She muttered, yanking on her Shocksuit.
"She coming?" Sherman asked Spinner once in the center of the Hub. Spinner nodded.
"I've hacked the Tangler so that I'll be able to control it once we get into the Zone." The Cortez said. "Then, we storm in, grab our Agura, and get the heck outta there! Right Vert?"
The leader simply nodded. He had seemed distraught to the team ever since they uncovered the truth, but he was only showing a fraction of what he was feeling. Vert had personally dealt with his Anti; he knew that he was more than a poser in make-up. And judging by the way Anti-Agura had acted around him…the sooner they could get to Agura, the better. Vert anxiously paced in front of the Saber. He could only imagine what she could be going through. What if-
"Alright, let's, like, get this over with." Agura appeared, entering the Tangler. Vert immediately jumped into the Saber with the BattleKey and sped away.
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"Hey…this looks like…" Anti-Agura's stomach dropped. It was all a trick. She realized, and furiously hit reverse, to no avail. "What?" She hissed, glaring to the Buster, where she could hear Spinner's grating snicker.
"It's over, Anti-Agura." Vert said coldly.
"Ugh!" She pounded the dashboard in anger as they approached her team's Hub. She knew she would pay miserably for this failure.
Anger sex SUCKS. She groaned. Anti-Vert would certainly be taking out his emotions on her tonight.Once inside their Hub, the goodies exited their cars, and Sherman approached her, handcuffs in hand.
"Ew! Cliché much?" She rolled her eyes, and he simply ignored her, trapping her arms behind her wrists.
"I'll find Agura; you guys hunt down the other Antis." Vert instructed, sprinting for where her room would be.
"Agura!" He yelled upon seeing the door.
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Agura grasped a familiar piece of fabric, hand lost in a mound of clothes shoved under the bed. Could it be? She successfully yanked out a pair of basketball shorts. It was a small triumph, considering her position, but she couldn't bring herself to force the tight skirts over her abused area, and her birthday suit was not an option. Slipping them on, she heard the Anti shouting her name.
Oh, God, please no. Agura felt her eyes begin to water. She would sooner die than go through that again. She randomly grabbed the first shirt she saw, which happened to be a red tank top as she heard it again. But wait…this didn't sound angry. It sounded desperate. Vert? No. It couldn't be….Dare she hope? Agura wasn't given the time to when the door burst open.
"No!" She found herself already crying out, throwing up her arms to shield a blow.
"Agura? Oh, thank God you're okay!" It was him. Vert immediately ran to her, holding her tightly in his arms. Despite the familiarity and relief, Agura had to hold in a cry as he tightly embraced her. Anti-Vert had damaged her, badly.
"Vert? How did you…" She began. It was all too fast; her head hurt. The drug he had used must have had a side affect…
"What are you wearing?" He suddenly broke from the warm hold, glaring at the suggestive red top. "No way in hell are you wearing that hooker's clothes." He demanded, already pulling off his Shocksuit shirt to reveal the white tee he wore underneath.
"There wasn't…anything else…" She managed, just wanting to lay down. She hadn't slept the whole night; waking up every few minutes to more agonizing pain.
"Here. Take that off." Vert held out his T-shirt to her. Under normal circumstances, both of them shirtless in a bedroom would have led to a hot make-out session, but these were certainly not normal. Vert seemed too distraught to even look at her chest, and Agura was too tired and disoriented to hide anything from him. She pulled his T-shirt on; it was still warm. It smelled like him, and Agura took a long, shaky breath.
"Hey." Vert knelt next to her. "Are you okay?" She looked into his caring eyes; the last thing she saw before she collapsed.
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"Here." Vert angrily pushed Anti-Agura towards Anti-Vert. "You two deserve each other."
"Heh. Wish I could say the same for you goody-goods." Anti-Vert snickered, gesturing to the unconscious Agura, who was blacked out in the Reverb, and Vert fought the overwhelming urge to punch his Anti's lights out.
"Come on, team. This trash isn't worth our time." Vert sneered, but as a last thought he lunged at Anti-Agura, his mouth by her ear.
"I never would have loved you."
She gasped as he coldly turned on his heel, walking away. He meant every word. He had known the difference every since she had attempted to kiss him. Agura's kisses completed him, were natural in every way. With the Anti, they were forced, full of animal-like want. There was no love there. Some people might have thought it was ridiculous. A kiss is a kiss, right? Not to him.
"Forget about him, babe." Anti-Vert sneered and Vert felt his shoulders tense. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to turn around and give his Anti something to think about, but Sherman gave the slightest shake of his head.
He's not worth it. The Cortez mouthed, and Vert sighed. Sherman was right. The leader entered his car and the BF5 drove away.
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"How is she?" Vert urgently asked Sage.
"Agura is fine." The Sentient said, but there was something to her voice. "She simply needs rest. Quiet rest." Sage added, indicating that they should leave. As the team filed out, Sage stopped Vert with a hand to his shoulder.
"Vert? There is…something you should know." Sage said quietly, and Vert's stomach dropped.
"No. Please, no Sage!" He found himself yelling. The Blue could only nod.
"Agura was sexually assaulted." She spoke grimly. "It appears your Anti…raped her."
Vert shook his head, hot tears rising. "No…" The leader began to openly sob, and Sage tentatively patted his shoulder.
"She was drugged. There is no sign of disease. Do not blame yourself, Vert." She finished, gliding out. Vert took another look at Agura, lying there so peacefully, her beautiful face shining, and felt hot fury burn inside him. How could anyone be so malicious as to rape someone so innocent? It tore at his heart, when he noticed her waking.
"V…Vert?" Agura said in confusion.
"Agura." He said solemnly, taking her hand. "Sage said…that my Anti….did he…" Agura's eyes met his, filled with pain, and she gave the slightest of nods.
"Oh my God…" Vert said, leaning in to envelope her with his arms, as if he could protect her from the world.
"It hurt….so bad!" She sobbed freely into his neck, still wearing his shirt. "I'm-I'm so…so sorry!" She wailed.
"Agura, this is NOT your fault." Vert felt the rage again, boiling inside of him. "You're fine, okay?" He kissed her forehead, her cheek. "You're still perfect."
"Bu…but I wanted…I wanted it to be you." She whispered.
"I know. I wanted it to be you, too. And it still can." He comforted, but this only made her sob harder. "What?" He asked softly.
"You…" She choked out the painful words.
"You look just like him."
Vert was stricken to the core. The unspeakable horror, the mental anguish she must have endured. You look just like him.
And with her, Vert sobbed.