Coconut Shampoo~ A Reigisa Fanfic

Six: Hana-chan's POV- Orange Blur

Squary Note:

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WARNING:

This chapter could be potentially triggering! VERY DARK NATURE!

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Chizuka Hanamura's POV:

The evening air is cool and welcoming on my hot skin. It's so humid in the shop. Man, I hate staff meetings; they're not only tedious but they're always long in Miho's hot and stuffy office. I swear, it's like one thousand degrees in there and all the tiny desk fan does is waft hot air about the place. At least I live just off Kyoto Street, all I need to do is get some shopping that I promised I would pick up for my mother. There's a small off-licence that sells everything she needs on the corner of Kyoto Street; right on the edge of the neutral ground. It shouldn't make me nervous that this shop lies on the side closer to the University of Iwatobi, but after what has unfolded in the past few days, I think I have every right to be concerned.

Rei-kun told me that he met Matsuoka Gou when in the university library and insisted that she was in good health. From what I had seen during the exchange, Yamazaki Sousuke still thinks a lot of her and would most definitely not let anybody, especially not that slime ball Mikoshiba, lay a finger on her.

A blur of orange breaks my daze. I really shouldn't daydream in the twilight, if I do then there could be dire consequences, such as being hurt by vengeful thugs from the university. I tighten my grip on my bag and make my way hastily to the dimly lit off-licence.

Something breaks my focus, I don't know what it is about Kyoto Street but tonight it really doesn't feel safe. But regardless, I'm so glad to be outside, it's a bit muggy out here but it seems to have rained during the staff meeting, either that or I'm longing for rain that much that I'm actually hallucinating. Dragging my feet across the floor, my suspicions about the rain are confirmed for my heels are now soggy. I sigh, despite the serene after rain scene that's before me, something seems off. The air seems ridiculously ominous and unnerving.

Someone's walking behind me. Heavy footsteps in the puddles, splashing with stomping feet. Someone's unhappy. There are more people around me now, coming out from dark shadows. Plenty of people. People I hadn't seen. All in black.

Another flurry of colour. Orange again.

Wait...wasn't that Mikoshiba guy's hair orange? Oh my God.

"Heh, looks like we have hit the jackpot."

Oh no. It can't be! Nobody would want to start anything on the safe ground! Why does this have to happen? Is this revenge? But what would it be for? Are these the same guys from the other day that went after me and Nagi-chan? Oh god, that's not good.

"Chizuka Hanamura." Another purrs. Who is that and how do they know my name?

A third male runs his hand up my thigh, toward the zip of my pencil skirt, making my blood turn to ice. My body is frozen, the fear of sexual assault has paralysed me. I think I'm going to have a heart attack. I cannot make out the faces, but one of those guys has orange hair. Mikoshiba.

This is NOT good! On my own, in the evening, with no bystanders to stop this, nobody from work, nobody I know. Nobody is going to intervene in matters involving multiple men, especially when its only one girl. I'm doomed. Please don't rape me. Please don't rape me. Please. Don't rape me.

One of the guys is starting to paw at my shirt. I have to cry out! I have to get someone's attention. I have to do something before I get hurt.

"HEL-!" I cry out.

"Oh no you don't, Hana-chan." The way that that guy says my name is so cold and chilling and sickly that it could make my blood curdle. I blink several times. I know I know that voice. That's that pink haired guy! What was his name Shig-something Kisu-something. What's his name. Maybe if I can talk to Kisu-whatever, he'll stop. But WHAT IS HIS NAME! For the love of God I don't have enough time to be trying to talk to Kisumi. Kisumi! His name is Kisumi! Kisumi; the one I hurt!

He covers my mouth with his hand while some of the other guys allow their hands to roam my vessel. I try to slap them away but someone is holding my arms behind my back.

"You go first, Mikoshiba-senpai."

I clamp my eyes closed. I can't get out of here, I can't fix this. They're going to have their way with me! Tears are starting to claw their way past my lashes; once free they race for freedom and drip from my cheeks.

"HAVE AT HER SEI!"

"YEAH, GET HER SEI!"

"OI" That voice! That voice makes my heart skip a beat and my eyes flash open, they're sore. My eyes feel like they're burning and the more that I blink, the harsher it is; like some sort of poison was blown in my face. I don't know. It's just terrible.

"What do you want, are you trying to get in on this. Don't blame you, she's a beauty." One of Mikoshiba's goons sneers.

This could be my opening. Nobody has hold of my legs! Please keep talking to them. Please. This could save me from a traumatic and embarrassing trip to the hospital.

Closing my eyes once again, I plunge my teeth into one of the fingers of the hand covering my mouth. While that Kisumi guy screams out in pain and blood trickles into my mouth, leaving an unpleasant salty and metallic taste in my mouth, I slam my high heeled shoe into the foot of the guy that I can only assume is holding my arms back as Mikoshiba Seijuro's wandxering hands get to more personal parts of my body.

I release my teeth from Kisumi's finger in order to cry out. "HELP ME! HELP!"

"Hana!"