( Say Goodbye to T, and Hello to M! )

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Lithium

Chapter 8

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"Wanna go… for lunch.. Tomorrow?"

"Is that a date?"

Tsuyahra smiled, then laughed lightly. "Think it whatever you want." Gaara smirked and nodded, and left the apartment, leaving Tsuyahra to stare at the door, and Gaara to forget his jacket, once again.

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Tsuyahra sighed she had completely forgot to ask where to meet Gaara for lunch… The young woman had been sitting outside the apartment for about thirty, thirty-five minutes. She had decided she didn't just want to sit in her apartment and stare at a black screen that showed her reflection back at her for the rest of the day. She managed to lose her electricity from not 'paying' the bills. Which, she could have plainly remembered paying the landowner.

He just wanted to ruin her life more. Asshole.

Sighing, she adjusted her sitting position a little bit, her feet planted on the stair just underneath the one she was sitting on. Placing her left elbow on her knee, she finally placed her chin in the palm of her hand, letting her head rest comfortable, before her arm gave out and slipped from it's position on her knee. Catching herself, she sighed and let her legs stretch out, hearing a nice 'crack' to indicated she managed to crack both knee's at once.

"Mommy! Look, look!" Tsuyahra's eyes looked to the left of her, eyeing a young child probably around five years old who was running around wildly as if he had never seen anything before in his life. Tsuyahra smiled lightly - she could remember being like that, before having her brother punch her in the arm every time she ran in front of the family.

"Ah! Please calm down hunny. Mommy can only go so fast!" The older woman, obviously the mother looked a little bit too young to have a child. She looked eighteen at the most. Tsuyahra sighed, girls these days think that kids grow on tree's, or are like toys. At a young age sometimes a girl would want a baby, and think it would be the best thing to ever happen to them, and that it would be easy…

Tsuyahra didn't have a child, nor did she plan on having one, she knew that it was hard work and you just can't throw kids away like they were toys you played with for about five minutes before tossing it aside and looking for something else to play with… God, that annoyed her.

"Tsuyahra, I need that payment." The voice of a male, obviously older and very deep sounded from behind her. Sighing, Tsuyahra stood up and turned around and looked up at him. Of course, he looked as if he was about to swallow her whole if she said something to even remotely make him mad. He was a large man, probably about 320 pounds to say the least; his belly was shown and his fat was hanging over his belt buckle, which look as if it was going to burst any minute.

"I paid you a week ago. I'm not paying you again! I work hard for my money." She was worried he was going to say something that was literally going to put her in the dark. The way he was pausing and his dark, hazel eyes stabbed into her. A small sadistic smirk crossed his lips.

"Then, if you wont pay up, you can fuck me." He sounded so sure, even letting his huge arms move to cross over what large… chest there way. Her eyes widened, and she took a step down the stairs, staring at him as if he was just about to kill her.

"N-no! I'm not a whore!" Again, she took another step down, eyes wavering slightly, an image of her ex flashed through her mind and she closed her eyes, lowering her head lightly. Taking in a deep breath, she exhaled it slowly, before a startled gasp of air cut through her lungs feeling someone's fingers press against her shoulder and roughly push her back, causing her to stumble before stopping and coming into contact with something really hard…

Rubbing the back of her head, she turned to look at what had stopped her, sadly, it was only a telephone poll. Groaning lightly, she stood up and came face to face with bright white skin and a body being pressed against her, cutting off any and all means of her breathing. Struggling she started to kick and knee whatever she could possibly hit - seeing as how it wasn't really hard not to - only to hear him groan as if he was getting 'excited'.

"Mmmh, I can picture you in my bed… chained to it, bra and undies on!" The man laughed, rubbing against her as if it would spontaneously turn her on. She groaned, gagging as if she was going to throw up. Her hands tried to push him off her. Never in her own life, and through the things she has gone through, had she felt so damned useless.

She whimpered lightly, feeling his right hand brush over her breasts, grabbing her shirt tightly as if he was going to rip it off her in one swing. The man grinned darkly, ripping the front of her shirt open to reveal her black laced bra. The male smiled at what his eyes was seeing; the woman underneath/pinned was still trying to push him away.

Why the hell wasn't anyone helping!? So apparently, it's normal to be rapped on the street, or sexually harassed in broad daylight no less? The hell is wrong with this world?

The small laugh that escaped the males throat was possessive, dark, horny all mixed into one. He was excited, and she could feel his male appendage rub against her thigh. The woman whimpered again, feeling disgusted. She wasn't going to cry, she didn't want to seem submissive towards him and give him what it is he wanted.

"Lemme see those legs of yours, woman!" His hands reached down to her pants, and started to undo them, her eyes narrowed and quickly, she brought her knee up and came into contact with his face, a loud 'crack' indicated that she broke his nose. She whined in pain from the hit, but the male finally stumbled back and she backed up away from anything that she could be suddenly pinned to. A small crowd had started to form around them, all eyes on her.

"H-how dare you do that to me! What gives you the right to do that!?" She was mad. But she wasn't going to explode into a swearing fit… Well, not right this moment at least. She seethed lightly, grasping her ripped shirt and folding it so that it didn't show her bra anymore; but she looked as if she as shy of showing her body, but her eyes were narrowed dangerously… Things from Gaara were rubbing off her.

"Damn you! How dare you ruin my nose!" The male wailed hand still holding his bleeding nose standing up as straight as he could manage before running all 320 pounds towards her. She swore she could have felt the ground shaking as he ran.

Eyes widened, she took steps back, the crowd easily dispersing from behind her, obviously not wanting to be in the path of the large man. She let her eyes quickly roam around, and as she looked back, she was throw to the ground, the male back on top of her, quickly trying to remove her clothes. All air in her came out force, and she started to cough and gag, some food from earlier finding it's way out of her mouth and onto the male.

He was going to rape her, and she wasn't going to be able to do anything, the bastards around her was just gonna stand there and watch what the hell was going on. Her eyes started to turn black from the corner's, her mind was screaming at her to move as much as she could, her body could barely move and inch with him now sitting on her chest, crushing almost all of her ribs.

Cracking followed as he moved up a little, causing a scream to leave the woman's mouth. Blood following indicating something had obviously been punctured. Closing one eye, she tried as best as she could to scratch at him, but he only ignore it, growling lightly in her ear as his slid his fingers into her jeans and over entrance sharply.

She cried out, not in pleasure - god help her if she did - but in pain. She didn't want to be touched; she didn't want this happening, she wanted someone to help her. Anyone would have done. Hell, Tai could have helped her she didn't care. She started to caught, water started to brim her eyes, the pain was getting way to much for her; it felt as if her heart was stuck in a vice-grip and someone was slowly closing it on her, to torture her.

She was gonna die if he didn't get off her chest; it only took two minutes for her to pass-out if her breathing was blocked, four minutes for her brain to start to die, and eight minutes would be she'd be brain dead… She was royally fucked, as some people say.

"S-stop… Le-et me go…" Her voice came out small, barely audible, her voice was extremely strained. Her voice coming out like the old people who were in the hospital saying their final, and last words before passing away in the bed.

The male grinned, inserted three fingers right away into her entrance and she screamed as best as she could, but it only came out as a whimper. She was fading, and fading fast.

"She said to stop."

…And that was when everything went black.

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He growled at what he was seeing before him. He had been walking to Tsuyahra's house, to pick her up for lunch only to come acrossed this little scene that caused all anger, all hate to boil up inside of him; as if he was the mad little boy from ten years ago. The one who'd get into trouble every other day with the law, get into fights.

His jade eyes narrowed dangerously.

He was walking past people who just stood there as if nothing was happing, like a fight between two teen's just broke out. He managed to shove people from in front of him, out of the way and made his appearance at the front. The two figures he saw before him… cause what was raging inside of him this moment. Some extremely over-weight male, no shirt on was on top of Tsuyahra's chest, most likely breaking every rib she had on her ribcage.

She had blood and puke stains on the side of her mouth, her hands trying to scratch at the male to get off her; her screaming dulled by the lack of air she was receiving.

"S-stop… Le-et me go…"

The male, obviously didn't listen to her, and had done something to cause her to scream out in pain. His aura was deadly; everyone around him had backed up, not wanting to be around him in fear he'd lash. This male was going to die; he didn't care if he had to go to jail for the night, he was going to die for what he was doing to her.

"She said to stop." His voice was strained as best as he could managed it, trying to sound as casual as possible, but it was obvious he was pissed. The male looked up from what he was doing, and grinned, as if to ask him 'what are you going to do about it?'

He didn't even need to say a word, or even use all that much strength to push the male off Tsuyahra's chest and into the wall to the left of them, the sound of cracking from the bricks, shattering from glass and the scream of pain from the male.

'Kill him… he deserves it.' His little voice came back, demanding, harsh and forward. He didn't even have to listen to the voice to tell him what to do, he was going to do it anyways. Trying to grasp his neck as best as he could, but his damned fatty folds were getting in the way, he slammed him into the wall again, successfully breaking through the structure, and both males vanished into the building.

The sounds of sirens could be heard, and the sounds of punching, shattering of any glass object came from the large hole in the wall. The small group outside had looked at each other, not saying a word, but they knew what was happening inside.

"Break it up! Now!" The sound of a male stepped into the whole, gun drawn, hat tilted to the side from accidentally hitting a rouge brick upon entering. His police uniform seemed dust-free. Gaara didn't stop though; he kept going.

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Everything seemed as if it was a dream, but looking at his bloody hands, he knew it wasn't. It seemed as if he was sleepwalking, but he knew better. He had beat the living shit out of the male who had tried to hurt Tsuyahra, the one who tried to hurt what was his. No one would have gotten away with it.

"So you've come to?" A voice broke through his thoughts, causing what little barrier of self-respect that was there, vanishing like a house going up in flames.

"Temari. What do you want?" His jade eyes moved from his hands up to the face of his sister who was standing on the other side of the metal bars, that were seemingly rubber. The look on her face was on of disappointment, but he was used to the face coming from her. He'd see it every time he was in here. He felt as if he was a teen once again. The older woman sighed.

"I've come to get you out. They aren't placing any charges against you, seeing as how you were defending that woman. But, they need a statement from her to see what actually happened…. She's in the hospital, in surgery." She had paused, only to see her younger brother open his mouth, but she knew what he was going to say. She smiled lightly, the officer finally opening the door and reluctantly Gaara stood up and exited the bars.

Closing his black-rimmed eyes, he slowly opened them and started to walk away, not even a thanks thrown his sister's way. He needed to check on Tsuyahra… And see if she was alright after what had happened. Exiting the building, he walked down the sidewalk, towards the hospital.

"Nothing better have happened. She better not have died…" He sounded desperate, as if he was pleading that nothing had happened to Tsuyahra. She meant something to him, even though he knew her for a short time - it seemed her knew her years. She was precious to him… And no matter what anyone would say, she'd be his… one way or another.

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R i d 3 r: Sorry! I'm sorry for updating so late. I just really haven't paid much attention to anything lately. Anyways, I was so damned happy I got so many reviews for the last chapter! Hopefully, I'll see just as much this chapter. Uhm, anyways about this chapter, I know it seems odd, but hell! It's crucial!

As for the last chapter, when he sister visited her, and didn't bring anything for her birthday, it'll be explain later! So it's sort of like a hint as to what is gonna happen.

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