WARNING: SENSITIVE CONTENT
You were frantic as you ran, your head spinning.
This couldn't be happening.
Your thighs burned in pain as blood began to stain your shorts, but you kept on running. Your heart was nearly bursting from your chest, nausea was creeping up, and your head felt fuzzy.
Your shirt was hanging off your shoulder, the front buttons hanging open, nearly revealing your bra. The heels you'd been wearing had been left back at the party house, your only thought at the time having been to get out of there as fast as possible.
You couldn't believe this had happened. You were in shock as you ran, your bare feet going numb against the pavement. All you had wanted was a fun time out with your friend who you hadn't seen in a while, and you ended up getting drunk and being forced to-
The streets were mostly empty, but the few people who were out and about gasped as you ran by, though no one made to follow you or see if you were alright. Which was fine with you, since all you wanted was to get to the bar. You didn't want anyone else but your Clan.
The bar came into view and you stumbled up the stairs, stumbling through the door and slamming it shut behind you. You slouched back against it, crying out as you slid to the ground.
"YATA!"
Izumo's head snapped up as Bandou and Shouhei jumped at the sudden noise, spinning around on their stools.
"Y/N?" Izumo's eyebrows furrowed, though his eyes widened when he took in your appearance. "What happened?!"
"Wh-where's Yata?!" You gasped out, pulling your knee's to your chest. "I need Yata!"
Tatara came out from the back room then, Yata flying out behind him as he heard your voice. "Y/N?!"
He knelt down beside you and your arms were around his neck in seconds, your grip on his shirt nearly ripping it as you began to sob.
"Whoa! What's wrong?! What happened?!" He asked as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.
"There's was so much alcohol," You cried out hysterically. "And this guy- I was drunk! And he-! I said no-!"
Yata's whole body tensed up as he realized what you were trying to say. Tatara's eyes widened, as did Izumo's, Bandou's and Shouhei's. They all knew what had happened to you.
Yata felt an rage like he'd never felt before in that moment, nearly bursting into flames on the spot. His grip on you tightened as you sobbed harder, nearly screaming you were so hysterical.
"Oh God," Tatara whispered, his heart cracking as you watched you.
Yata began rocking you in an effort to calm you, resting his cheek against the top of your head. "You're safe now," He promised, voice fierce, though he felt ready to cry himself.
Half an hour later, you were sitting in the hospital, having just finished the rape kit. You had to make sure your rapist wasn't HIV positive, or something else. The nurse smiled sadly at you, saying that you'd be alright before leaving the room.
Mikoto, who'd been out with Anna at the time you'd run to the bar, was being informed about what happened by Izumo now, along with the other Clansmen who hadn't been at the bar. Tatara was at the hospital with you and Yata, waiting outside the room, and Yata was with you.
Yata, who'd held your hand through the whole thing despite the rule of no one being allowed in the room during the kit, was sitting in the chair beside the bed, clenching and un-clenching his fist's.
You scooted to the edge of the hospital bed, carefully pushing off. Yata's head shot up when you let out a little gasp and he quickly came to your aid, helping you down the rest of the way. You winced, the area between your legs still sore as you moved to grab your sweat pants.
"Do you want me to help you?" Yata asked gently, and you nodded. You could tell that he was slightly hesitant around you, fearful that you'd be afraid of him. You weren't, though, and never could be. Yata would never hurt you, never.
He grabbed your sweatpants and rolled the legs up so that you could step into them easily. You did so and Yata carefully brought them up your legs, hesitating when he reached your thighs.
"It's fine, Yata." You mumbled, setting your hands on his shoulders. "Stop acting like I'm afraid of you."
"Sorry," He apologized quietly, pulling your pants up the rest of the way and tying them for you. "I just- I don't want you to-"
"I know," You said, looking at the ground. You raised your eyes up to his, though, when he suddenly grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.
"He wont get away with it, Y/N," Yata's voice was fierce, eyes burning with determination and love for you. "I'll kill him."
You blinked a few times as tears began building up, moving to rest your head against his chest. You knew he was serious. If he found him, he'd kill him. And you wanted him to.
