Chapter 6 : Fear of Consequence

Her hair was nestled. She was tired and she was sticky. Hot and sticky. Weakly Lenalee pushed herself up from the bed and she stared at the draped curtains in the room. Only shallow breathing was heard. She propped up onto her elbows immediately feeling the sore and achiness throughout her body and struggled to remember what had happened. She realised that she was in fact and felt herself blushing. It didn't take a Genius to remember.

After all, her nightmares were replaced by the previous night's events. . Weakly Lenalee pulled the covers up so that she could clearly see her skin and she flinched from the sight. Not only were some purple blemishes on her pale skin, her entire body felt sore. She felt her breath hitch though at an almost subtle movement and felt her throat clog up. Someone's Arm was draped across her and as she followed it to its owner she felt completely paralyzed. The non-mistakable shock white hair. The pale features. And the innocent face. It sent her into panic. She…had done such a thing. Allowed such a thing to happen. It made her feel sick of her own reaction. Made her feel like a slut for enjoying it. She had taken advantage of the Afrodisiac and now it was too late to be regretting it. She had had had sex before she wanted to. And with someone she hadn't even gotten the chance to confess to. Lenalee silently slipped out of the bed quickly grabbing her nightdress and slipping in. Then she turned back to face the other sleeping teen.

Disgusting. She felt disgusting.

Like she had taken advantage of the fact that Allen was under a love potion. She wanted to tell him she liked him like a normal person. She wanted to just be with him now that she thought about it. But it was too late. Too late. She could never face Allen again. She felt dirty. Allen probably didn't love her the same so she felt like her heart had been ripped apart. This just proved that life was unfair. She felt like her life was ruined because she couldn't be with him. Because he didn't share the same feelings.

Uncomfortably Lenalee staggered to the door picking up her coat and zipping it on in the process. Her shoes were next and when she was done she leaned against the wall to prevent from falling. Her entire body ached and walking felt hard. But she needed to leave. She finally reached the doorknob and silently cried to herself. He didn't love her, even if all that happened. Even if he said he did. It was just because of her brother's experiment. She hated her brother's experiment. Especially this one. Because she felt like she was only used like a test subject. She was hurt because of something so stupid. Lenalee turned back staring at Allen through her tears before she shut the door and slumped to the side. Home. She needed to get home. If the elixir was over and Allen didn't remember anything then that was fine with her. At least that way she would be able to be with him. Even if she ended up acting differently. She would never be able to stay with him for long. As evidence her cheeks warmed up and she slid off the wall back to her shaky legs.

"Just get home" Lenalee whispered. She slid across using the wall as support till she reached the stair and almost tripped down them. Everywhere on her body hurt and was sore with the strain of moving but she didn't stop. She just hoped that everything would for once be in her favour.

Kanda was annoyed. In fact, he was disturbed. The room smelt of sweat and arousal. In other words it smelt of sex. His nose was crinkled at the smell. He strolled into the room and looked around feeling disturbance all around. This was where the problem was. The other problem. There was nobody here. He walked closer towards to the bed and flinched at the sight which was what he was hoping not to see. What he was hoping that would be there was not. There was nobody there. No Lenalee, and disturbingly no other person. At least if there was someone else there he could beat the crap out of them and accuse them of raping her. But here, there was no one in her room. Not occupants and no owner. It only made him more uncomfortable. He had looked around the room twice and there was no one within.

Not a single person. No one that could give him a clue to anything about Lenalee's whereabouts'. He hissed out in frustration and looked towards the closets uncomfortable. Lenalee left her stuff. She left her stuff! And she wasn't there! She left her stuff and she wasn't there! That was wrong. Frightening. The facts that he had were that, and how strong the room smelled of sex. It was beyond frightening. What the hell would he report now? It freaked him out at the concept. What the hell would he say to Komui? He lost his sister? He just needed to know. What the hell happened?

She was uncomfortable, to say the least. She felt nervous and uncomfortable just from the fact that she was there. She held her breath and looked around nervously at any passer-by's or other people looking at her. Of course she was embarrassed. Nervous, uncomfortable. Who wouldn't be? She was standing in front of an apothecary. A witch doctor as they called it. Not the place that was best to be seen by people. It would raise judgement in many different situations.

One, she looked like a rape victim, two she wasn't wearing proper clothes, and three…she was a teenage girl. That was frowned upon for many reasons. People would judge. They would either pity her because of her appearance or be disturbed because of the fact that she was thinking of entering an apothecary. Women that did would supposedly buy poisons. They would think that she was a spinster wanting revenge.

She had been running. Not walking, running. As fast as she could through the town then she had come across a shop. A dark shop that was at the corner of the street. Almost abandoned and cut off by everything. It had a scary aura around it and offered fear to young passer-by's. Only for people who dared to enter with desperation in their hearts. And as bad as it was, she felt like she would fit in. The scene matched her mood. She was desperate and scared of what had happened over the past few days. Afraid of the circumstances that would follow. The consequences. She still remembered the feeling. The kisses. The bite marks. The marks left across her body. So much so that her entire body was burning sore. Walking proved difficult the way it was. It only added to her worries.

The fact that she had had sex with Allen was one thing. It had opened up a whole set of problems. But when she passed the store…

She had thought about one of the most important problems. Pregnancy. What if she got pregnant?

Lenalee gasped silently to herself sucking in a sharp breath and steadying herself. She didn't need to care about what others thought about her. It didn't matter. She needed to go in and get what she needed. Poison or not. Potion or not, she needed some help.

Taking in one last gasp for air Lenalee began to walk…stumble towards the shop ignoring all her surroundings. She need this. Anything. Her worry had controlled her and needed something to be sure. At least for the time being.

Lenalee found herself holding her breath as she entered shivering at the way the door creaked with her entry. It was eerie. She looked around and involuntarily gasped again staring at the dark room nervously. It wasn't night yet it was so dark. The only source of light being the candles that just barely bathed the room.

Just what have I gotten myself into?

"You lost...Ehem, LENALEE!"

Link flinched. He was sure that the person on the other side of the phone did to. Komui was hysteric.

"With all that's happening nows the time you choose to be irresponsible KANDA!" Komui continued. It was even a surprise to him that the phone hadn't shattered from the way Komui was clenching it or how loud his voice was. He was sure that the supervisors glasses already cracked from the strain.

"FIND HER NOW!" Without warning Komui slammed the phone down making more people back out from the mood. Link himself visibly repressed a shudder. This was getting dangerous. What the hell was he supposed to tell his commanders.

He had lost his charge? Yeah, like that would cause problems for him. Just what on earth was Komui thinking by even making such a thing. Now a whole series of problems followed. And this had to somehow be reported. Again, without warning, their was a flash and as Link turned wide eyed into the direction that it went he felt panic escalate again. Komui hadn't even said a word as he darted down the corridors past him. He had lost the one that he was supposed to be watching so his best bet would be to stay with the supervisor. He was not going to lose him. He turned and ran after the man who was, as he noted, surprisingly fast, but still managed to keep up with him.

"FIND WALKERS LOCATION NOW!" Komui screamed. He was aware that all the ark doors were sealed off and Link knew how the supervisors got more and more murderous. He still followed him. What scared him though was when Komui stopped at a door. Large, almost in comparison with the gatekeeper. The man turned to him. His smile fiendish. Oh boy. He gulped. The doors snapped open and his eyes widened. This would be worst than the zombie episode. And he was one of the people stuck in the middle of it.

"How may I help you?" Someone asked. Her voice was silky, venomously sweet that it sent a wave of shivers throughout her body. She was feeling aware of the fact that she was in a dimly lit shop full of vials of probably potions, or even poisons. A Candle light lit up the room as soon as the woman spoke and Lenalee automatically spun around. It was bigger than she thought. Much bigger. It was almost like a small library with all the shelves filled with either some dusty books or bottles. They were each filled with sets of different colour ingredients ranging from solid to liquid. Some even looked like mist in a bottle. It reminded her of one of her brothers 'experiment rooms'. Just like the apothecary. Just what would Komui think about her being here in the first place and the fact that it was because she just had sex. The thought scared her. That would be a nightmare.

Lenalee paused. Now that she thought about it. She didn't have that recurring nightmare of an apocalypse.

"How may I help you?"

Lenalee jumped, startled and she turned to face the woman who had suddenly appeared. She had completely trailed away in thought. Not that everything that had happened wasn't traumatizing. The woman's purple cloak covered her features with the draped hood making her seem like an old woman but her voice proved otherwise. Her voice reminded her of a normally seductive type of woman and the colour of the cloak did the same. Lenalee shook her head of her thoughts and faced the woman nervously. She had to ask.

"Do you have anything to prevent…"

"Yes?" The woman interrupted walking closer to her and pulled down her drape and Lenalee mentally froze. Pretty.

"Another guest" She said straightening out her red locks. Lenalee dually nodded. The woman looked to be in her twenties with dark red hair that stood out even in the dark. In fact, she looked like she was ready to go out soon. One of the women that men fawned over. She really was pretty that Lenalee felt self-conscious and then depressed. Allen would never like women like her. She just wanted to get everything over and done with.

"Do you have anything to prevent pregnancy?"

The train ride was long and exhausting that she fell asleep along the way. It was a good thing that she had her jacket with her as it helped her deal with the cost of everything. Still, she barely noticed any of her surroundings. The only few things that were actually noted was the way train often shook on the tracks and the quilt covers on her skin. She had been running for more than an hour non-stop with no rest and had finally fallen asleep on the train. . It must have been a suspicious sight, seeing a girl running out of a 'witch' shop, only wearing a coat and clutching a bag tightly that made the sound of glass bottles hitting each other.

She had lost track of time in the shop and was afraid that Kanda had found an empty room, or worse, Allen woke up so her plan was simple. If she would get to the order then everything would be okay from there. Although Lenalee had to admit that she was concerned she was also undeniably relieved. At least she got something now to prevent any further 'consequences'. She was nice.

"Pregnancy? How old are you?" The woman asked looking bemused. Lenalee's eyes remained on her feet and she absentmindedly nodded.

"16 ma'am?" Lenalee whispered

"What's your name?" She continued. Lenalee's head snapped up in response to the personal question.

"Pardon ma'am?"

"Don't call me ma'am, it makes me feel old. I'm only twenty you know." She said twirling some red locks again. Lenalee just stared at her.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean that in a rude way."

"Of course you didn't. Now, what's your name?" Lenalee gulped then sighed, shoulders slumping. What was the point anymore? What could go worse?

"Lenalee" She looked back up at the beautiful 'mistress' in front of her and frowned as the woman turned away from her without another word. She patiently waited as the other disappeared into the shadowed lane of the store and remained quiet. Ok then.

"Call me Cheryl. I used to be a scientist but found witchcraft interesting" A voice echoed. On rifle, "That's sounds nice" Lenalee said obviously distracted in thoughts. It really was a question wasn't it. She turned and looked around nervously then sighed out in relief when she noticed the purple robe in candle light.

"Thank you" Cheryl said. She pulled out a red vial. "This will do just the job for you" Cheryl continued. "Just know that this will prevent pregnancy for up to a year." Lenalee nodded and took the glass bottle from her, then she stared at it. It looked misty.

"Any side effects?"

"Maybe alight release of pheromones and… I think hyper behaviour for a few hours" Lenalee nodded again then opened the bottle without any hesitation preparing to gulp it down. A hand covered her mouth quickly though.

"In a hurry aren't we" Cheryl announced although it was more of a statement than question.

"Mind telling me why you want it so desperately?" Lenalee paused. She lightly shook her head. "

"Not really. " She whispered. Being around the other woman was demeaning for some reason.

"Okay then. I'll give it to you for free as you look like you had some problems and I won't intrude. Just one last thing."

"Yes?"

"You do know what I mean by hyper right?"

Lenalee sighed and shifted underneath the covers. She didn't know what Miss Cheryl meant when she said that she would see her later but it was obvious the woman knew about her predicaments. She defiantly knew about her being an exorcist, but she must have also known that she had been…in an…un-con-fortable situation. Cheryl kept looking at the bruises on her skin and even sat her down to apply some ointment on it. Afterwards she was given a bag and some other vials of medicine as she claimed.

Lenalee shifted yet again struggling to find a comfortable position so that she could also find her way out of the tangled mess of sheets that she was caught in the middle of. She needed to see where she currently was. Was she close to home or not?

If anyone else found out then Komui would find out and if he did then it would only spell horror. Inattentively she took notice of how the covers smelt. Plain ran up her nose. Not like Allen. Lenalee groaned. She needed to take a cold shower. She gave a meek whimper and finally found an exit and ripped through it gasping when she was out. It was actually hot in there. She hadn't noticed.

The taste still lingered in her mouth and she could still feel the cool cold sensation that was left behind after the burning of the potion. It burnt her throat forcing tears out. Apparently it was like alcohol which caused her to blush. She hadn't even had alcohol as well. Talk about skipping steps. At least she was reassured that she couldn't get pregnant for an entire year. It was too early for that. The only problems that she should have would be that if she ever wanted to have children then she found out that she was infertile. Still, that was a long a ways. Lenalee didn't exactly know why she was being so trusting but she needed help. Some faith in something. She was that desperate. Better something than nothing after all. She still felt a bit dizzy though. When she was given access onto the train and showed to the compartment she had waited for the man to leave before bursting into tears. Who wouldn't. Right at the moment, she was out of tears. Exhausted and exasperated. She tightly shut her eyes waiting for the head rush to disappear then pulled herself up out of the remaining tangles. Get something to eat. Get home. Then sob more if she could. Empty herself out.

None the less. She needed a cold shower.

Kanda growled. In fact, he was even twitching. How could he not. How the hell could even he not feel worried. Lenalee was gone. And what was worse, the stupid receptionist wouldn't shut up and answer his damn question. She kept on blabbering shit that he frankly didn't care about. All he needed to know was whether or not Lenalee had crossed paths with her or whether or not she had seen her but the bitch would stop on the damn lectures. Did he even look like he cared? His glare narrowed add more of a murderous intent to the look as he felt like talking anymore would be wasting more precious time. Why couldn't she just get the fucking point. He didn't care about her 'lectures' She should just shut the hell up!

"Oy, I didn't ask for your damn opinions. Did you see her or not?" He snapped. He was losing the last strands of patience that he had left.

"Like I said sir. I did, you should be more careful about girls feelings. She was crying and looked distress. You also shouldn't be making so much noise."

Kanda seethed. You know what. Screw it. Screw respect and dignity when dealing with women. He had already lost his patience. To hell with pride and dignity. He would kill her if he had to. With a snap of his wrist his hand was wrapped in her blazer jacket and he yanked her forwards. He had been calm for fifteen minutes. Fifteen damn minutes. Screw it!

"I didn't ask for any fucking advice. Which direction did she leave in!" The woman gasped and he couldn't help feeling satisfied with the dear in her eyes. At least she had shut up. The woman pointed a shaky finger to the entrance and he mentally mutilated her and everyone else that would pass he way. Who said he didn't have an imagination. He sighed and pulled himself up walking towards the phone. This would be a long, fucking day. And Komui better shut the hell up, He was already stressed as it was.

Allen gasped. As soon as he woke up he gasped. His head was ringing with a headache and he was hot like he had a fever. His whole body felt feverish in fact. He was left panting waiting for his vision to clear from the blurred shaking. When it did though he stared at the ceiling. A shudder ran through his body while his eyes widened with realisation. Allen snapped up from the bed into a sitting position staring out into space not looking at anything in particular.

One, this wasn't his room.

Two, the room had a strong odour that reminded him of Cross and his nightly shenanigans.

Three…Allen gulped, He wasn't…clothed and felt sticky.

And four… He felt the strong shudders vibrate throughout his body and couldn't control his heart beat as he was in too much shock. Scenes kept repeating in his mind. How could it not. The more he tried to force them out of his mind, the more they replayed, as if his own mind was finding some sick pleasure in it. He turned and stared at the bed noticing a red patch and swallowed feeling the effects and the way his throat was dry. Then panic burned its way through.

He raped Lenalee!

Finally finished. Sorry it took a while, Exams. I might be late but I will try to update all my stories monthly. At least I can revise that way. Hope you Enjoyed.

P.S. Allen is a gentleman. He will panic and jump to conclusions in a situation like that.

Thank you. And continue to review.