Always Protected

6

She opened her apartment door and Draken followed behind her with a basket of clean clothes. She tried to convince him to let her carry the basket telling him how the only reason she had him to it originally was so they could talk. He didn't let her carry it no matter how many times she told him she could. When they walked in Mikey and the guy were sitting on the couch drinking some soda and eating chips. "Hope you don't mind." The guy says.

"Not at all." She smiles at them.

"Have fun?" Mikey wiggled his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

"Shut up." Draken replied with a pillow to Mikey's face.

She couldn't help but giggle at the interactions between the two. "You too must be really close." She smiled at them.

"Been stuck together since grade school." Mikey say looking up at her.

"Wow," shock plastered on her face, "I don't think I've had a friend that long. Or just a friend in general."

"What do you mean?" The guy asked.

"Nothing. Never mind." She wanted to dismiss the conversation. It seemed all the guys was able to understand she didn't want to talk about it and she would never be able to show how great full she was to them for that.

"We'll we probably need to head out. We do have that thing happening." Mikey says standing from the couch. The other two just nodded. Before leaving Draken looks at Rain and ask where to put the basket.

He follows her back to her room and places it beside the bed. Before leaving he turns to her with a deep seriousness to his features. "Stay inside tonight." Was all he said before leaving her with a head full of questions.

"Why do I need to stay inside?" She asked herself.

The house a now odd quiet to it. She hated when it was quite like this. It reminded her to much of how live was when her mother passed. After her mother passed her and her father's relationship instantly dropped. He wouldn't even look at her after the funeral. It was as if he blamed Rain for her death. Not soon after is when he started drinking heavily. And the rest is history to how life is now.

She shut herself up in her room and played music, thinking of what Draken had said. She thought about how he had told her that they were a gang. About how he told her that she wasn't a threat. Along with what he had said as they left the matt. How she would be protected.

So many thought swarmed through her head at the words. Along with how he told her to stay inside. Maybe it's just a gang thing to make sure people stay in at night? She went outside at night almost daily so she would have to worry. Also she had her brass knuckles to help her if something was to happen. Her head was so clouded with thoughts that the day passed by quickly as she just sat there thinking to herself.

She never noticed the night that was so close until she noticed the time on her phone. It was six pm. Her stomach grumbled reminding her she hadn't ate today yet and that she needed to.

Standing up she walked into the kitchen to find food. Opening the fridge she didn't find anything. At least nothing that she found would be a good thing to eat. Nothing in the house seemed to peak her interest on food.

Completely forgetting the warning Draken gave her she packed what she needed and grabbed her keys before walking out the door. She was in awe by the beautiful colors the sky made as the sun sank down. Purples, yellows, blues and reds painted the sky making it look as it it should be in an art gallery.

She made her way down to the bottom floor and out onto the sidewalk. She made her way to town in search of food to eat. She walked into the closet convenient store to see what they had to offer. Looking around at the meals she didn't see anything that would be appetizing. Turning to another side she was blessed with the sight of fruit. Her favorite kind being blackberries. She picked up two containers of them and decided that would be dinner for the night.

After paying she walked out and opened one container. Popping one in her mouth she hummed in delight. "Just what I needed." She smiled and tossed another in her mouth.

She decided she would walk around looking at the lights of the night. She was always one to be fond of the night life. She loved the atmosphere it gave off. For her night life had always been something that helped her calm after a long day. Which today was one of thoes days.

Her and her mom use to just go walking at night, the two of them. They would talk about anything and everything that they could. Sometimes it would be laughs, sometimes crying, and sometimes serious moments.

Without realizing it she found herself at a bench they would walk to and sit. She sighed and smiled taking a seat where she use to. "Mom my life has gotten so different then what it use to be," She spoke to the empty spot, "I think I have made some friends and I'm glad a did. I know we met under bad circumstances but they seem like good people. One of them reminds me of you. He is tall with blonde hair and his name is Draken. You'd probably get at him for a tattoo on his head." She giggled at the thought.

She imagined her mom pulling Draken by the ear and scolding him for the tattoo on his head. Her mom wasn't against tattoos by any means, she had a few herself, but she would always say no tattoos from the neck up. Her one rule when it came to tattoos.

She sat in silence eating her berries, feeling closer to her mom as memories replayed in her head. All the time they would spend sitting at this one spot just living and being happy. All though she didn't get to stay that way long.

"Another member?" She heard a man speak behind her.

"What kind of gang is this Manji Gang if they are going to bring a female?" Another asked.

Quickly there was a grip on her hair and she was pulled from her seat. The blackberries dropping from her lap and onto the ground.

She screamed in pain as her hair was pulled hard. "Guess you came for the fight." They smiled and drug her along the ground.

"Please stop!" She begged, "Let me go! I don't know a Manji Gang." She tried to plead her case.

"Then why are you wearing that jacket?" One man asked.

Confused she looked down at what she wore. It was Mikeys jacket. She must have put it on without realizing it wasn't hers. She cried out as she felt his hand get tighter.

Soon they came into a area where many people fought. Ones wearing the same jacket as her and others wearing purple ones. The men brought her to a guy who stood almost as tall as Draken. "Such a pretty face." The guy said gripping her chin as the other finally released her hair.

She frantically looked around to see if she could find someone familiar. One person stood out, blonde hair with a black undercut. She may be wrong but she had to hope it was who she had thought it was. With as much voice as she could muster up she screamed, "Chifuyu!"