Woohoo! Two chapters in one day! Aren't I wonderful? I just had the idea of what to do and the motivation to write it, so enjoy!

I distantly felt hands running up my body, touching and feeling and making me feel disgusting. The fingers were pulled out of my mouth and I coughed and gagged, an awful after taste lingering in my mouth. Terrece smirked down at me, brushing my bangs out of my face. "I can't wait to be the one to tame you," He said with a wicked grin. I felt another ball of ice form down in my stomach and began to lose any hope on getting out of this situation. My mind was spinning with the worse of thoughts; being raped and violated more than once in the alleyway by these three men, no one around to hear or care. Them breaking whatever fight I had left in me, dragging me to some horrid place, and sell me off to become someone else's sex slave, destined to live out the rest of my life being forced down again and again. Distantly I could hear someone crying, which was probably me. For some reason Terrece's voice continued to pierce through the fog that was my brain. "I want the first round guys. I wanna hear this punk scream."

And that did it. No one was coming to help me. I couldn't help myself. Everything was going to hell and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it. I went from being an outcast to being a demon, and now I was going to become objectified ontop of all that. Used for someone else's pleasure while I drowned in shame and despair and the longing of death. Constantly asking why, what did I do to deserve this? Maybe this was my punishment for existing. To be in constant turmoil and suffering. More tears ran down my face as I stared up at my tormentors, watching Terrece kneel inbetween my legs and reached down to unzip his pants. I felt myself begin to shake more, part of me still denying this was happening and the other part begging for anyone to save me.

The next thing I knew a gunshot rang through the air and a scream forced itself from Terrece's lips as he toppled over me. I heard and felt a sob of relief escape my own lips, my breath coming in terrified gasps of air. Through the fog I heard a few more shots and people yelling. Then someone was kneeling down next to me, and I got the courage to let my gaze wonder over to who I hope was my savior.

My eyes landed on him, and I just wanted to throw myself into his arms and cry. I felt gentle hands pull the pants back up around my waist before pulling me up into his hold, pressing me against him and looking over at what I assumed was another person to yell something. Bon's amber eyes looked back down on me and I could see from his expression he was trying to reassure me. I strained my ears to listen to his voice, to understand his words. However all my strength was officially gone and all I heard was his voice with the absence of words. I simply laid my head on his chest as ragged sobs rose from my chest. I felt his arms tighten around me. My tail unwrapped itself from my leg to wrap around his arm, seeking comfort and protection. I felt his hold shift as he rose to his feet, and I was aware of sirens screaming in the distance. The other person ran over and my gaze looked over to see who it was, but my eyes were blurry from the tears and simply not processing from whatever they had drugged me with. I let my eyes slide close and my body went limp against the other teens body as I fell into an exhausted, relieved, drugged sleep.

Bon stared down at Rin's sleeping form, wishing the smaller boy would open his eyes. It had been three days since he had found Rin in that alleyway about to be…to be…

His fingers clenched the material of his pants as the anger boiled inside him once again. Those sick bastards were about to rape him, to use him like a whore, to break whatever spirit the half-demon had left. They were going to put him through the hell, and after they were done Bon didn't even want to think about what they would have done. The possibilities were endless. They could've taken him with them to lock him up somewhere, to use him over and over. They could've left him there for dead, left him there miserable and broken and wanting to die even more than he already did. They could've dragged him to some human trafficking site, sold him for a few million. They could've-Bon shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts. Yes, they could've, but they didn't get that far and that was the important part. He and Yukio had found him just in time, the last second before that man was going to violate his Rin. He remembered like it was yesterday. He couldn't shake the image: the dark haired man kneeling inbetween Rin's legs, about to do his worst. Rin, looking so hopeless, tears running down his bruised face. His pants pulled down to his ankles, his shirt soaked with blood. Yukio hadn't hesitated to shoot that man, Bon hadn't seen Yukio looked so angry before. Furious would be an understatement. He had quickly took out the man's flunkies. The two had been shot in the leg or shoulder, so they would be fine but the first man was still in critical condition.

Bon remembered running over to Rin's side, kneeling down next to defenseless boy and rage filling him. His face bruised, blood running from his mouth down his chin, wet streaks running down from his eyes. His eyes lacked any hope, fear filling them. He had never seen Rin so afraid before. His entire body had been shaking. Then Rin's blue eyes had handed on him and he saw heartbreaking relief fill them as sobs began to escape the younger's mouth. Bon had then taken the boy into his arms and held him close until he lost consciousness. He hadn't removed Rin's tail from around his arm, if it gave Rin comfort he would let it stay there forever. After that the police had showed up to arrest the three men who turned out to be wanted criminals with multiple charges of rape, assault and even murder. Rin had been taken straight back to the hospital, the doctors had to convince Bon to let Rin go so they could do their job. Bon hadn't left the room since unless to use the restroom, and he had only eaten because of Yukio bringing him some food. He knew someone had to be here when Rin awoke, he needed to know he was safe and okay and someone was here for him. Once he woke up Bon was force some sense into the kid's head, make him know he wasn't alone, that he had Bon, that he never had feel unwanted and useless ever again. Bon suspected that Rin may be even more messed up now after the sexual assault and the trauma of being extremely close to being raped. The doctors had said the men had drugged him, and that was why despite having demon blood, Rin was rendered defenseless to the rapists. He had said once the drug was out of his system Rin would wake, and his wounds should be healed or mostly healed before that happened.

Bon rubbed his eyes, pressing his hands against his eyes tiredly. He moved his hands up to run through his hair before letting them drop back down to his sides. He needed a shower, he thought distantly. He leaned forward and gently brushed Rin's blueish, blackish bangs out of his face. His pale skin was soft but warm from the effort of fighting off the drug in his system. Bon's other hand moved to gently take the half-demon's hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze, watching as the sleeping boy's body relaxed slightly.

"I promise Rin…I'll never let anything like this happen again. I promise you won't be alone ever again."

And he had every intention of keeping that promise.