No one noticed a thing when I got home. Hanamiya was smart enough to only leave marks in places I could cover up easily. That being said he completely mutilated every other part of my body and if my shirt rode up, even just a centimeter, every one would be able to see the purple tinted patches.

My make up and hair was all messed up too, but I had an entire train ride to clean myself up so by the time I walked into my house again it was like nothing even happened.

~x~

Outside of the Hanamiya visits, life continued on as normal from then on out. I still woke up every morning, took a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast, went to school, spent some time in the library, talked to my friends, went home, ate dinner, hung out with my family, and went to bed. I still loved ice cream, watched romantic comedies, dreamt of marrying Leonardo DeCaprio, and wanted to become an author. But none of that meant that I was still the same person.

I had changed, but nothing around me did. It was like I was living someone else's life. My body felt as though it was on autopilot. It just did the things that it was supposed to do, the things that it always did, without me putting much thought into it. Actually, I would even go as far as saying I didn't really think at all. Everything was just static. My conscious on the other hand, it screamed.

When I laughed at my friend's jokes it screamed, when I sat at the dinner table it screamed, when I looked at my brother it screamed, but the time when it was the loudest was when I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my now deformed body. It screamed so loud I cried. I just cried.

When I am with Hanamiya my conscious shut's up. There is something about him that silences people's conscious. Even if I wanted it to speak, it couldn't. He just smothers it with the harsh touch of his skin on mine.

I wonder if he has learned to use that skill on himself?

"Get your ugly face out of my sight."

I flinch. His saliva hit's my face. I get up and gather my things. This was the 3rd time I helped relieve Hanamiya after the day that this all began. I already have begun to get the hang of things though. The rules are quite simple. Do what he says, when he says it, and don't say a word unless he says it's okay. Don't say anything when he ties you up so hard that your skin blisters, don't say anything when he writes degrading things all over your body in permanent marker, don't say anything when he get's bored of having sex with two of your holes so he takes it upon himself to use a third, don't say anything. Not to him, not to anyone.

I walk out of the room, not a single word is said.

~x~

"I'm home." I walk into the house and try to make it up the stairs and to the shower as quick as I can, hoping to avoid any communication before I wash Hanamiya off of me.

I make it just up the stairs before Teppei stops me, "Chouko we need to talk."

I begin panicking inside, but do my best to keep my cool. Just because he wants to talk doesn't mean it has anything to do with what I have been doing after school.

"Yeah, can you hold it until after I shower? I'm tired and trying to wind down, you know? It's been a stressful day." I try and push past him and toward the shower, but he grabs my wrist and pushes down my sleeve, revealing the raw skin that wrapped around my arm.

"What have you been doing after school?" He knew. Of course he knew. No one new me better than he did. The question is, how long did he know without saying anything to me? Did he know all along?

"Nothing." I tried pulling my arm away from his grasp but he gripped on tighter. I winced.

"Chouko, I am serious. Who is doing this to you?"

"Let go of me."

"Not until you tell me what's going on."

"Seriously Teppei, let go."

"You're my little sister. I can't just ignore this, it's my job to protect you."

"I fucking said, let go of me!" I yelled, glaring up at my older brother. I watched his face transform from concern to shock to hurt. I never swore, especially not to him, "I never asked you to worry about me. Stop treating me like I'm some kind of chore."

We stared at each other for what seemed like forever, but he eventually let go of my burning wrist and retreated back into his room. He turned back to me before closing the door, "You've changed Chouko and I really don't like it. Don't think I am letting go of this so easily."

I rubbed my wrist and walked into the bathroom.

I normally would have been upset by what he said, would have felt guilty for what I said, but my conscious was screaming so loud and my mind was nothing but static.

~x~

I decided to keep the encounter I had with my brother a secret from Hanamiya. I know that he would just get mad at me, and there was nothing he could do about it either way, so I didn't really see the point.

That night I had just taken a shower and gone to bed, skipping dinner entirely. I knew that would send even more red flags off in Teppei's head, but I didn't care. I couldn't stand the scent of food.

Going to school the next day was quite hard. My hips ached and it made it hard to walk, but I tied to cover it up the best I could.

I don't think that any of my friends, or anyone really, picked up what was going on. In school Hanamiya leaves me alone for the most part. When we do run into each other, however, he will not hesitate to comment on something that I am apparently doing wrong.

"I don't want you talking to him."

"You're friends are so annoying. Tell them to shut the fuck up."

"Don't eat so much. You're gonna get fat."

"Did you roll up your skirt today? Don't think I didn't notice, slut."

"Who are you trying to impress, wearing all that makeup?"

At first I would try and yell back at him, but it got to the point of not even being worth it anymore. Now I just ignore his little comments. They are nothing compared to the other stuff he does, so it isn't too hard.

One time he pointed out that I never go and watch his games and that I should go to make sure he is keeping his end of the bargain. I simply told him that I would know if he was lying to me. When he tried to figure out more I just walked away.

Hanamiya is different when he abuses me instead of the other players. I didn't know at the time exactly what it was, but now I think it's just his conscious.

Whether he realizes it or not, beating up basketball players, and raping a girl are too very different things. This may seem obvious to most people, and in reality should be obvious, especially to a genius, but he was never the type of person to differentiate things like that. In his head, he was just relieving his frustration out in a different way. Both ways ruined some one else's life and benefited his own, when you looked at it like that, they were the same. But, I think deep down he knew the difference; he just wasn't willing to admit it.

And I was never strong enough to point it out.

Even to this day.