A/N: Short chappy...

Warning!: This chapter is Rated M for a possibly disturbing scene of sexual assault. No explicit scenes are written within, however if you find yourself uncomfortable with reading it, another chapter will be posted the same day that you may use to skip this chapter without missing much of the story. Please keep this warning in mind while reading.

Lily strode down the corridors, her hands behind her head. She ignored the glances and stares directed her way, her mind wandering instead.

Suddenly something came to her and she groaned, running a hand through her hair.

"Man, I forgot...It's Flynn's birthday in a couple of days..." she muttered. She considered, then decided to head to Rita and see if she would give her some money.

Finally reaching Rita's room, she knocked quickly before entering. Rita looked up from what she was doing, taking in Lily's outfit in one quick sweep before turning away.

"They look good on you," she said as she continued to look at the formula.

"Thanks. Oh, by the way, Estelle and Flynn decided to refer to me as Lily while I'm like this, so...yeah."

"Alright. Is that the only reason you came here?"

"No, I was wondering if you could give me some money? I need to buy Flynn a gift, and Karol's busy with a job."

Rita sighed, then nodded. "Yeah, go ahead. Take it all if you want, Estelle gives me enough pocket money as it is."

"Thanks," Lily grinned, grabbing her sword as well as the pouch of money. "I'll see you later. Tell Estelle where I went if she asks."

"And Flynn?"

"Nah, let that guy figure it out himself."

Lily strode from the room, and Rita waited until she had closed the door before sighing.

"Yuri's way too into this..." she muttered to herself.

In order not to be recognised, Lily finally went against all odds and tied her sword to her back. It was still easy to grab, at least, so she didn't need to worry too much. She'd also tied her hair up, half to keep it out of the way and half to help with the disguise.

Heading down to the Public Quarter, she started browsing shops. It had always been difficult to get Flynn gifts; one, because usually she didn't have enough money, and two, because she always wanted to get the best gift possible. And what do you get your oldest and closest friend that no one else would get, that would have real meaning?

Exiting another shop, she sighed. She was never going to find the perfect gift for Flynn at this rate. Passing through the alley next to the tavern to get to the next shop, she suddenly a hand on her shoulder. Glancing back, she grimaced as she faced an obviously drunk man.

"Excuse me, you mind letting go?" she asked as politely as she could.

"Aww, whassa pretty gurl like you doin' ou' here all by herself?" the man asked, his words slightly slurred. Lily wrinkled her nose as she smelled the alcohol on his breath.

"That's none of your business. Now let go," she growled.

"Watcha gonna do? Punch me?" the man asked, laughing. He nodded to some others and they came forward, circling her.

"If that's what you really want," she replied.

"Go on then, I'll le' ya take the first shot," he said with a grin.

Lily gritted her teeth then turned, punching him. Even as she did she could feel it was off; it was different, not nearly as powerful. The shot hit him and though he flinched slightly, it wasn't nearly the knock-out she was aiming for.

"Aww, was that supposed ter hurt? I barely felt it," the man teased.

Lily gazed at her fist for a moment then suddenly the men came closer and she tensed.

'Alright...if punching doesn't work, let's try kicking,' she decided. She spun without warning, lifting her leg and slamming it against one of the men. They stumbled, hitting the floor and taking with a friend with them.

Lily blinked then grinned. "Alright then, that works," she shrugged.

The other men came in, reaching out to grab her. She kicked again, ducking under one of them and sending them flying over her. Another one came up above her and she kneed him in the groin, causing him to squeak with pain and curl up on the floor.

"And that is that," she said, dusting her hands before continuing on her way. Suddenly hands grabbed her arms, dragging her back, and she gave a startled yell. A hand quickly clamped over her mouth and she struggled, fear rising.

"Think you're cocky, huh? Think you're the best? You don't know how it works, girly," one of the men hissed.

'Let go of me!' she thought, fighting their grip. In normal circumstances she would have been free in seconds, but she was a girl right now, and weaker because of it.

They threw her to the floor, causing her to gasp in pain, then two of them pinned her arms to the floor. Another straddled her stomach, unable to be kicked off, and she grunted.

"What you don't understand, girly, is that it's the woman's job to please the men. So you're going to please us, and we're going to take it in turns," the one sitting on her stomach said with a grin.

Lily's breath hitched. She bucked, but he was heavier than her and she couldn't get him off. The guys holding her arms down seemed to be doing so with barely any effort, and she found herself completely vunerable.

'Oh god...This is...this is really not good...' she thought, her fear making her heady.

"Get off me!" she shouted, hoping the cry might attract attention, but nothing happened. Another man clamped a hand down on her mouth, ignoring her when she tried to bite him.

"Alright boys, I'll go first, then Johnny, then Kenneth, so on so forth, alright?" the guy sitting on her stomach said.

"Hey, I want to go second!" one of the other guys protested.

"Well he said I was going second, so shut up," snapped one of the guys holding her arms.

"You ready for this, girly?" the guy on her stomach asked, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. Lily tried to shake her head, hot tears making their way down her cheeks as he slowly pulled it up her body.

'Stop it...Flynn...!'

"What do you think you're doing?!"

The man was suddenly thrown off her, hitting one of the others guys. They looked up, startled, then suddenly let her go as they backed away.

"Shit, it's the stupid Commandant! Run for it!" the guys yelled, racing out of the alley.

Lily remained lying there, panting. Her eyes were fixed on the sky as she felt her body feel heavy from the fear.

A figure knelt next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, and she jerked away automatically.

"Yuri..are you alright?" a gentle voice asked, and she slid her gaze over to them. She nearly broke out into tears again at who it was.

"Flynn.." she murmured.

"I got a report of a disturbance down here, so I came as soon as I could. I'm glad I came when I did, though being here earlier would have been nicer," he explained, helping her sit. She was shaking, he saw, and he hugged her. She hesitated briefly then curled into his chest, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Oh god, Flynn, it was...I was so damn..." she choked out.

"It's okay, I'm here now. Come on, let's get you back up to the castle. We've set aside some different rooms for you with some spare clothes, so you can just get a shower or something and head to bed, alright?"

Lily nodded slowly, allowing Flynn to help her up. He led her back, allowing her to clutch his sleeve.

"God, Flynn..that happens to women all over the place...It's never seemed that important but..what about the ones who actually have it happen to them?" she murmured.

"I know. I'll send out an order to all the knights about that, alright? And don't worry, I won't let something like that happen to you again."

Lily nodded, but her grip on his sleeve didn't loosen any, he noted.

A/N: So...was that particularly disturbing? I thought this was actually further in, but whatever...

I seem to have a pretty twisted mind to write something like this...

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