Shoutouts(for chapter 3 & 4): ShareBearTheDeathBear, Geniusly-Unique, Senna-X3, Jen the random reader, Love Muffin Of Doom, Adorkable93, kawaiinekochan16, Rawli, Leogirl321, scouz, rero-chan, .

Epic late update, I've probably lost all my readers by now. Whatever, I'm writing this one for myself so popularity isn't an important factor. So yeah I'm about to dive into my final FINAL final exams and thus I won't be updating for a while, so please bear with me THANKS.

I was so reading 6918 doujinshi while writing half of this.

Chapter 5

Assault

Kurara was ecstatic about her first one on one session with Hibari. She had never felt so eager in her life, it was almost as if gold was about to be thrown into her hands. In the following 6 days, she became a regular visitor at the infirmary and would talk to Bianchi about everything, but of course she kept her promise with Hibari at the same time and avoided mentioning his name.

Yes, she wasn't a very social person, but when you're all alone in an unfamiliar town you need SOMEBODY to confide with. In her case Bianchi was the perfect person: she was nice, willing and helpful (also nosy), the only downside was that she could be the biggest bitch whenever her co-worker Shamal would randomly sexually harass her. Doctor Shamal was a man in his thirties with raggedy dark hair and a stubble. He was the biggest manwhore Kurara had ever met, but for some reason he never bothered to try his moves on her – which was a good thing, but it also took a toll on her self esteem. He also refused to treat men, although many of the male patients were perfectly happy to let the oh-so-gorgeous Bianchi take over.

"You're here again?" Shamal said matter-of-factly.

Kurara nodded, aware that he was sulking about not being able to go on with his usual perverted antics while she was here.

Bianchi was perfectly happy with the company. "So, when will you be meeting your dearest?"

"I can't say, confidential stuff," Kurara replied.

"A-huh." As Bianchi leaned forward to nosily probe into her business, they had an unexpected visitor. That person that had just walked in caused the lot of them to stiffen up, Shamal decided to hurry into his office and shut the door. The room began to fill with filthy miasma almost as if the grim reaper had just entered, but worse, it was Mukuro with his uncanny smirk. A part of his wrist was visible from under the sleeve of his labcoat, it was reddening and blistering but he looked impassive.

"Mukuro," Bianchi got to her feet warily.

"Hello Bianchi, haven't seen you in a while," his voice was lethal, Kurara could feel it was directed towards her. She couldn't lift a foot, let alone move her toes. She was so engrossed in her bliss of finally meeting Mori she had completely forgotten about Rokudo Mukuro. His eyes traced her from head to toe and she shuddered. "Kura-chan, I hope you still remember who I am."

Kurara's knees began to shake. Sweat tumbled down her back as she nodded her head. Bianchi stepped in between them and watched him with suspicion, "You need me or not?"

"Of course," he took off his lab coat and showed Bianchi the burn, "had a little accident with the hydrochloric acid."

Bianchi continued to scrutinize him, "That's not usual, aren't you supposed to be a top tier scientist?"

"Kufufu. I'm only human."

She didn't budge from her spot, afraid he would do something inhumane to Kurara. "Doesn't look too bad, did you run it through water for 20 minutes?"

"I said I'm human not stupid." It sounded more like an insult than a remark.

"You know you're not wanted here."

"I'm very aware of that dear Bianchi, you've never made it more obvious," Mukuro decided to stroll nonchalantly over to a row of hooks and hung his lab coat on the far end, "But too bad you have a job to do, a very sad one if you ask me, couldn't get your head out of love during highschool and look where you've ended up." His jesting tone was like a slap on the face for Bianchi, and he knew exactly what he was doing. Mukuro turned on his heel and strode towards the now livid nurse with her fists balled up ready to go ballistic at his mocking face.

"Listen. I could just not bother with you, let that burn on your self-proclaimed pretty complexion turn into an ugly scar, then maybe those girls will come to their senses, it'll save me the trouble of having to clean them off every time you let your sick fantasies get to them. You don't realise I could call the cops right here, right now," Bianchi snarled.

"I dare you. Then you can explain to them why you've kept it a secret up until now, conspiring with me perhaps? I'll back it up, and don't forget," Mukuro cupped her delicate face in his good hand, his smirk widened into a demonic, sick smile that made even Kurara, a bystander, desperately want to bolt out of the room, "You were once one of those girls."

"Don't touch me!" Bianchi shrieked, recoiling as if Mukuro were an infection. She stumbled back and would've hit her head against the coffee table if Kurara hadn't jumped to her feet and caught her, but whatever Mukuro had brought up had distressed her enough to turn flaccid with horror. Shamal came bursting out of his office with a raging look, Kurara had never seen, on his face. He took the weight off the struggling janitor and swung Bianchi's limp arm over his shoulder. He was baring his teeth at the still smiling Dean who'd raised his hands like he'd done nothing wrong.

"I'm warning you Mukuro, don't think the board will turn a blind eye forever," and despite Shamal's unyielding threat, he kept his distance from the dangerous man. No one could blame him though, there was just nothing right with the scientist that stood before them. "And don't forget…who was the one that helped your precious little sister?"

Mukuro flinched. He cradled his wounded hand and shifted his eyes away from Shamal's. He owed the old man a lot, for without him he would of lost his special person. Mukuro backed down and sighed resignedly, "Fine fine, it won't happen again. Could I at least get something for this before I leave?" He showed his worsening burn.

Shamal peered over Bianchi's lolled head and instructed Kurara, "There's a tub of burn cream on the counter so I'm leaving it to you, I'm going to put Bianchi down."

Well that was flippin' great. Leave the meal for the monster why don't you? Kurara tensely watched as Shamal disappeared down the corridor with Bianchi. What did he expect from her? Demons and ghouls might as well have been lurking outside, and she would still rather be with those than with Mukuro who was now taking slow steps towards her. Kurara was hoping he'd forgotten about her spying on him while he was bawling his eyes out, but apparently not. Mukuro's expression was now teeming with bad intentions.

He was so much taller than her, Kurara thought, and his mismatched red and blue irises bore holes through her head. She quivered, "W-Well take a seat while I find it for you."

Suspiciously, Mukuro did as he was told and sat himself down, crossing his legs. Kurara took her time rummaging behind the counter for the tub of burn cream, unfortunately it was fairly easy to find and Mukuro was watching her like a hawk so she couldn't stall for any longer. Hesitantly she placed it down on the coffee table in front of him, and offered a handful of cotton swabs. She wished he would hurry up and leave already.

"I'd do it myself but...I was clumsy enough to spill the acid on my dominant hand, so if you wouldn't mind?" Mukuro asked.

Kurara became rigid. Her heart was beating so severely, her stomach felt as if it was caving it, she wanted to throw up. Mukuro had already laid his hand out on the table, it was clear he was up to something. Kurara obediently twisted open the lid of the tub and scooped a chunk of the white, thick substance with a cotton swab. Her arms were shaking as she carefully took his hand and dabbed on the wound; he was watching her every move.

"Your hands a very soft Kura-chan," Mukuro said, flashing a grin.

Kurara chuckled nervously in response. "You think so?"

He suddenly reached over and yanked her hair. Kurara yelped in pain and felt herself be reeled into his chest, she tried to pry his hands off but he was monstrously strong. He cupped his hand over her mouth and hissed, "Shhh, we don't want that pathetic excuse of a doctor coming back."

Kurara let out a muffled whimper; her heart rate at its peak. "What horrible hair, did you think a guitar prodigy would be impressed?" Mukuro's sinister chuckle was no more reassuring than his vengeful eyes. Kurara was struggling to move her limbs, her arms tugged uselessly against his hands. Her head was beginning to ache, he was pulling her hair so hard she could feel the roots coming out. No, she wasn't going to give up like this, she couldn't just wait for someone to walk in and rescue her.

She swung her arm at him and felt it hit against his face, she didn't know exactly where and she was too terrified to find out. Kurara felt his hold loosen, so she dove onto the floor and out of his way, her shoulder landing with a painful smack on the tiled floor. She groaned, sure she broke a bone or two, but it wasn't the end yet. Kurara could almost feel the vehement wrath burning behind her. While clutching onto her shoulder, she scrambled towards the entrance as fast as she could. Not fast enough – Mukuro seized her ankle and dragged her back. Kurara let out a startled cry as she painfully skidded backwards. Mukuro turned her over to face his insane smile. He straddled her and pinned both her arms against the floor. Kurara felt like a play thing. Was this his twisted way of exacting revenge? Ravaging her until she reached insanity? This man was sick!

Before she could cry for help, Mukuro landed his lips onto hers. They were cold and selfish, she felt nothing but violation. In middle school she was told a kiss was like licking a bowl of melted chocolate, but right now it felt more like a block of ice was being shoved inside her mouth. It was because Mukuro had no intention of pleasuring her, he was here to destroy her. How unfortunate her first time would be like this. Kurara felt her cheeks grow hot, this wasn't the way she pictured intimacy to be, he was ruining everything.

She bit his lip and Mukuro jerked away. Kurara took this chance to push him off, and from the corner of her eye she saw the door behind them open. Mukuro jumped to his feet. Hibari's tall silhouette towered over Kurara as she lay sprawled on the ground. He looked suspiciously at her then looked up at Mukuro who's bottom lip was now bleeding. Hibari's usually grouchy expression turned furious. "Rokudo Mukuro, keep your impropriety off the campus grounds," he growled dangerously.

"Kufufu, you misunderstand she merely tripped and fell, I was just on my way to help her up. Such a dirty mind you have there," Mukuro said in his defence, smirking at the opposing Dean.

"You're bleeding."

"Not bleeding, a cold sore, ever had one before? Though, I'm sure Di—"

"Say his name and I'll kill you," Hibari hissed, his eyes blazing with the intention to murder.

"I surrender," Mukuro said playfully.

Hibari was not impressed. He detested the sight of this lecher, everything about him pissed Hibari off. Mukuro held out his hand to help Kurara to her feet, she had no choice but to accept his phony offer but shuffled away the minute she got a chance.

"Thank you, Kura-chan, for tending to me in Bianchi and Shamal's place." Mukuro took his lab coat off the hook and put it on. As he went to leave he paused beside Kurara and gave her a sideways glance, she knew better than anyone he was telling her "I'm coming back for you". He walked passed Hibari without uttering a word and was out of sight. Hibari seemed to have calm down after that.

Kurara stood in the middle of the room looking like a mess. Her hair was ruffled and her shoulder was throbbing with pain. She wanted to cry in front of Hibari, who was still looking at her, and more than anything she wanted to hear his music. She kept repeating to herself that this wasn't going to stop her, she wasn't going to leave Namimori University because of Mukuro. Kurara's eyes were tearing up.

"Even if you cry I won't comfort you." Hibari took the seat nearest to the door and crossed his arms.

"I d-didn't expect you to," Kurara was holding back her sobs, "I-I…hic…didn't expect anything."

Hibari sighed, "You're an eyesore."

"You won't…hic...tell me not to come anymore right? P-Please don't, I'll stop crying, I'll stop."

"Even if you stop I'm not going to tell you what to do. I'm not in control of your life, you chose to be a victim of that lecher. It's just sad seeing you so pathetic."

Kurara began to shake uncontrollably. It was bad enough she'd just been mistreated by a psychotic man, but now the person she'd been irrevocably in love with for so long was looking down on her. It wasn't her fault she walked in on Mukuro, and how could she have known he would end up hating her so passionately just for doing so? She tightened her grip on her injured shoulder and reminded herself: it's men like this, that will turn for the better, and cherish you for eternity if you can just persevere and bring their sensitive sides out. It was always true in the movies, she just had to keep her cool, mummy and daddy weren't around to baby her anymore. Plus the biggest advantage was already in her hands, she knew who Mori was and she was the closest to him out of all the thousands of fangirls and fanboys in the world. It was a sign from God, he wanted her to stay.

She took a deep breath in and muttered, "Sorry."

Hibari ignored her, now more fascinated with a book he'd taken out of the magazine rack beside him.

Kurara heard footsteps stumbling loudly down the corridor, followed by yells and cries from what sounded like Shamal. Bianchi's head poked out from behind the wall, she had obviously snapped out of her trauma.

"Bianchi come back!" Shamal called.

She spotted Kurara staring dumbly at the floor. Bianchi rushed to her side and shook her wildly. "Shamal's an idiot, how could he leave you alone with that criminal? Kurara what did he do to you?"

"Ouch…" Kurara flinched.

"Your shoulder, how did this happen? Don't worry I'll make sure—"

"Don't!" Kurara demanded, more determined than ever to impress Hibari who was still reading, unconcerned with the ruckus. If he didn't like weak, whiny, cry-baby girls than Kurara was going to tolerate everything this university would throw at her, even if it meant hiding from Mukuro for the rest of her life. "I tripped and dislocated my shoulder, that's all! Mukuro didn't do a thing, he left after I helped him with the burn, he was perfectly civil!"

Shamal finally caught up, he was panting heavily while leaning on the counter. He spotted the Dean sitting near the door, "Hibari? When did he…?"

"Are you sure?" Bianchi interrupted, not entirely convinced.

Kurara nodded. "Now can I please get this shoulder fixed," she glanced over at Hibari, who was now paying attention to them. She muttered vaguely so that only she could hear, "I'm not missing out tonight, it's urgent."

The Dean got to his feet, tired of waiting for his turn. He had only wanted a Panadol for his migraine, but just sitting here and listening to these buffoons squawking non-stop was making it worse, he always hated crowds. "I'll come back some other time."