Randomly (SakuAtsu)

5

Walking back from the campus on a Sunday afternoon is a troublesome thing.

I was forced to drop by at the university to pick up some books for tomorrow's classes because of Komori... He enrolled late and currently out in a weekend trip with his parents... and he begged me to pick his stuffs since I live near the school..

I should have just choose another apartment away but it's gonna be pain in the ass...

It took almost 4 hours just to contact the librarian and complete this stupid task which I am obliged with.

Just my luck...

I am currently walking back home when....

In one of the dark alleys just few blocks away from my house, I heard some weird and loud noises- shouts, laughs, whimpers, and bone crushing hits.

I stopped and saw few guys hitting up a guy crunched down into the dark road of the alley.

I sighed.

I don't really care at all.... It's not like I ain't used to this.... Every now and then reported killings and crimes happened around here... It isn't a safe place to wonder around especially when the night time falls.

This lucky guy is probably just passing by and was assaulted by these ruffian guys.

I sighed again and I was about to walk away but was caught up when I saw a glimpse of his brown eyes staring at me...

I froze in my position... His eyes are begging... He covered his face with his arms to protect himself but those guys are cruel and didn't let him off.

"Let's try something else... Wouldn't it be fun to taste a pretty guy?!" one of the guy with silver hair said as he stab the guy on the floor with a knife in his back, near his bottom.

Dammit... I heard him cry in pain... a whimper that breaks my heart.... Damn... This guy is pitiful... I could feel the heaviness of the books in my bag over my shoulder and pain of the moment...

I quickly grabbed my phone as I hid myself.

I called emergency hotline for help... They would probably arrive after few minutes...

Is there any worse thing that could possibly happen to that guy?! Should I jump there and pretend to be a hero like in an anime?! I am not an idiot to do that.. but.. what if he got killed?

I don't think my conscience can even take it... But it isn't my fault anyway... why am I feeling guilty of something I never take part of?

I think this is the problem... I didn't take part on anything in my entire life... I hate people looking at me, I hate getting attention from others... School stuffs isn't my thing... communicating with others is a No- No for me... I don't like any particular thing .... I hate involving myself to anyone.....

But it's a life at risk....

I run towards the guys continuously hitting the poor lad... I run without really thinking... and end up being beaten up as well...

I can take all their physical assaults, but my eyes are glued to the guy they call "Boss" who is currently hovering over the blond guy in front of me.

This "boss" slowly unbuttoned the latter's pants and removed the guy's belt...

He licked his lips like he's looking on a dessert he is about to indulge.

I felt a boiling anger within me as the poor guy in the bottom looked at me and tried reaching me with his weak fully beaten hand...

I felt a tear rolls down on my face... Is it the pain of every punch and kick I got or is it the fact that this guy is gonna be sexually abuse???

"HEY!" a voice from the end of the alley echoed all through out.

I heard loud footsteps approaching us and these guys fled away as fast as lightning.

I breathe out and lowered my head. It hurts...

"He..Hel..p.. ple..ase.."

I looked at him and I felt something unexplainable within me... I crawled next to him and buttoned his pants...

"We'll take him to the hospital..." one of the female responders said as she sat down in front of us.

"N..no.. Plea...se.. He'll find... me.. So pl..pleas..e.. not.. the.. hospi..tal.." the guy said as he held tightly into the hem of my shirt.

I furrowed my brows.

"That can't do... You are badly beaten..." The female insisted

"I.. I..can.. manage..." but this guy is hard headed and refused.

He cried not to be taken in the hospital and buried his face into my chest. My heart is beating weirdly... What...is.. this?

I put my arms over his shoulder and give a comforting hug as he embrace my waist with his bruised arms.

"Do you know him, Sir?" she asked me.

"I... My mother is a doctor... I.. can take him home..." I said and felt him stop trembling...

"Let's file a report..." she added

"We'll do that once he's capable of..."

I gave them my number and address so they can easily contact me. They even drive us home.

Yes... I took a random guy home... because...

Because..

I am an IDIOT...

Why do I even care?!