Protection Contract: A High & Low FanFiction: Hiroto Amamiya Focus

Chapter Seven

        The next four days I stayed in Takeru's room. Only come out after everyone else went to sleep or when no one was home. Barely eating, sleeping, or drinking anything, I was letting myself fall apart. Kept the letter he wrote to me on his desk where I could always see it.
         I know I shouldn't be withering away like this but here I am withering away. That ended though the moment Fuyuki came bursting into the room. "Get up we're going out," He spat looking at me. "I'm staying here," I sighed.
          Sighing he gripped my arm throwing me from the bed. "What the fuck," I huffed glaring up at him. "Get ready we're going out," He huffed. Sighing I stumbled to my feet glaring at him before making my way to Hiroto's room. Grabbing a pair of clothes before going into the bathroom, hopping into the shower.
           After a few minutes I was done showering and getting dressed. Brushing out my hair before walking out facing Fuyuki and both brothers. Sighing Fuyuki pushed me back into the bathroom making me sit up on the counter. "I'm not very good with this but I'm doing your makeup," He sighed while eyeing me.
           Nodding I sat still while he carefully did my makeup. Once he stepped back I knew he was done causing me to take a breath. Turning around looking in the mirror seeing only a few spots to be fixed. Quickly I fixed those small areas before leaving the bathroom. "Your outfit for the night is in my room," Hiroto stated.
          Cocking an eyebrow at him I sighed walking into the room, seeing three boxes sitting on the bed. Opening the first box seeing earrings and a bracelet. The second box being a pretty pair of heels. The last box being a pretty dress, bringing a smile to my face.

(Ignore the clip in the hair she doesn't have it)

       Quickly I got changed into the outfit before walking out of the room. Hiroto giving me a bright smile as he came over to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me into a soft kiss. "Fuyuki will take you in his car we'll follow on our bikes," He whispered resting his forehead on mine.
        "Okay see you there then," I spoke giving him a soft kiss before going over to Fuyuki. Quickly we made our way outside with Fuyuki helping me into his car. Once we took off I glanced out the window seeing Hiroto riding next to us, Masaki on the other side.
       "Where exactly are we going?" I questioned. "The club. You need to dance and let loose, and I need to get laid," Fuyuki stated giving a bright smile. "You getting a girl or a guy this time?" I spoke eyeing him. "Why not both," He chuckled causing me to snicker.
        Shaking my head still smiling as we came to a stop at a club. "I'm surprised it's not Funk Jungle or Haven," I deadpanned. "Rin isn't ready to have you watch him perform yet," He spoke while getting out. My door being opened and Hiroto helping me out with a smile.
         As we walked in I could feel the atmosphere change. Glancing over at Hiroto seeing a dangerous look in his eyes as we made our way over to the bar. Looking around seeing most of the single men around keeping their eyes glued to me. "Baby relax I'm yours," I whispered in his ear placing a hand on his chest.
         "I don't like the looks they're giving you," He huffed. "Aren't you the one that picked my outfit," I deadpanned. Sighing he nodded his head as we took our seats. "One whiskey and two tequila shots," He spoke to the bartender.
          After a few moments the alcohol came and I had already downed both shots. Smiling I got up as the music changed, making my way to dance along with Fuyuki. Letting my body whined and grind as the music took control for the time being.
          This was exactly what I needed even though most of the night was a blur, between downing drinks and dancing. Only thing that sobered me up was Hiroto being pissed.
           Glancing behind me as someone grabbed onto me. Looking up at the drunken man pulling me closer to him. "Don't touch me," I slurred trying to push him away to no avail. "How about we take this elsewhere sexy," He slurred in my ear. My breath catching in my throat as my brain started to panic.
         A familiar feeling started to settle in the pit of my stomach as he pulled me away with him. Leading me towards the private rooms in the club while my body went into full panic mode, yet I was frozen in time. Being shoved into a room with the drunken man pressed against me.
          His lips dragging along my skin making it crawl as tears came to my eyes. His hands pushing up under my dress just as the door was kicked open. The man being all but thrown off of me as Hiroto stood in front of me.
           "Are you okay?" He questioned holding the side of my face. "He touched me," I whispered still in a state of fear. A low growl left him as he spin around eyeing the man. Masaki quickly coming into the room taking in my state before also eyeing the man with a dangerous look.
        Next thing I knew both Hiroto and Masaki were ruthlessly beating the man while I stood there watching. Sobs started breaking from me while I sunk down to the ground hugging myself. "Hiroto enough," Masaki spoke.
         "He touched her," Hiroto spat. "And she needs you right now," Masaki countered. Glancing up Hiroto's met with mine causing his face to soften slightly. Quickly dropping the man making his way over to me.
        "Aimi," He whispered while kneeling in front of me. "Hiroto," I croaked eyeing him with blurry vision. "Come here," He whispered opening his arms. Quickly I wrapped myself around him while sobbing into his shoulder. "No one will hurt you anymore, I'm here," He whispered holding me.
         "Here," Masaki spoke carefully tying his jacket around my waist to cover me. "Let's get you home," Hiroto whispered while walking out of the room. Quickly we made our way outside getting onto Hiroto's bike. "Hold on tight," He stated. Nodding I tightened my hold on him as he took off.
        After a bit of time he was lifting me off the bike and taking me inside with him. Walking us into his room where he dropped me on the bed. Before he could say anything his phone started ringing. Sighing he stepped away to answer it.
         Taking a breath I got up going over to his closet pulling out one of his white tee shirts and black joggers. Slowly making my way into the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. Makeup smeared and running down my face, hair going in every direction, and my dress messed up. I look horrible.
        Putting his clothes on the counter before I slowly stripped from mine. Putting my earrings and bracelet on the counter before getting into the shower. Sighing as the hot water ran over my body.
        Feeling arms wrap around my waist pulling me back into them. Glancing back seeing Hiroto staring down at me. "I'm sorry I wasn't there in time and that he touched you," He whispered. "It's okay," I whispered giving a small smile.
         "It's not," He sighed turning me around. Looking up at him giving a small smile as he held my face. "It's not okay. I know that it brought up bad memories, traumatic memories for you. So no, it's not okay," He spoke looking into my eyes.
          "It did but I'll be okay. I have to be," I sighed. Nodding he pulled me into him for a moment before pulling away. "Let's get washed up, Masaki's on his way with food," He spoke causing me to nod.
         Quickly we washed up before getting out and getting dried off. Slowly I dressed in his clothes while he collected our dirty ones and my heels, taking them to his room. Smiling I left the bathroom facing Masaki as he came through the front door.
          "Good you're done, come eat," He spoke holding up a bag of food. Nodding I gave a small smile while going over to the table. Turning my head towards Hiroto's room as he came out shirtless. "Put some clothes on," Masaki complained giving him a look.
          "Shut up," Hiroto huffed pulling his shirt over his head. Chuckling I shook my head while watching Masaki take the food from the bag. Passing me one of the larger meals while giving me a look. "I won't be able to eat all of that," I spoke trying to grab a smaller meal.
          "No you need to eat. You've been locked up in Takeru's room for four days hardly eating or doing anything. You've become too thin now and you've weakened yourself. So you need to eat," He spoke pulling the other meals away.
            Sighing I opened my meal looking at all the food before looking at the two brothers. Getting nothing but pointed looks in return causing me to hang my head. Slowly I started eating while I still felt eyes burning into me. Keeping myself focused on my meal keeping my head down, hoping they'd stop looking at me.
            After a bit of time I had finished half the meal but could eat anymore. "I can't eat anymore," I spoke pushing the food away. "Go rest on the couch," Hiroto spoke while taking my food. Nodding I went over relaxing into the couch, letting out a sigh.
       Glancing back over at the brothers cleaning up the kitchen causing another sigh to leave me. Getting up making my way back into Takeru's room. Sitting at his desk collecting all the papers and files I had taken out. Folding up the letter putting it in my pocket before taking the other stuff out with me.
         Sitting at the table pen in hand scanning through all the files. "What are you doing?" Masaki questioned glancing over at me. "Research that Takeru was doing. I'm finishing it," I stated keeping my focus on the papers in front of me. Quickly both brothers came and sat on either side of me causing me to look up.
        "What are you doing?" I questioned with a raised brow. "Helping," Hiroto spoke while grabbing some papers. Sighing I passed some over to Masaki before going back to my own.
        After a few moments I got up going back into Takeru's room collecting the other files still in his desk. One of which quickly caught my attention, causing me to push the others aside. With shaky hands I opened it reading through the file, quickly realizing why my parents had been killed.
        Dropping the file and stumbling back as tears found my eyes. "Aimi? What's wrong?" Hiroto questioned coming over to me. "The file," I whispered looking at it. Quickly Masaki and him hovered over the file reading it.
        Taking a deep breath while drying my eyes pushing through the brothers snatching the file. Quickly leaving the room going into Hiroto's locking the door behind me. "Aimi come out here," Masaki snapped. "Baby please," Hiroto pleaded from the other side of the door.
        Sighing I threw my leather jacket on over me before changing into my jeans. Brushing out my hair before slipping into my combat boots. Grabbing my bag shoving the file in it before slinging it around me.
       Taking a deep breath before opening the door pushing passed the brothers. Grabbing the other files before leaving. Quickly running from the building and down the streets before they could catch me. If this is true I can't have them involved, I can't lose them like Takeru.