I'm Sorry, Young Master

Chapter 1 - Fuyuhiko

"Thanks, Everyone!" Chiaki exclaimed, Komaeda nodded weakly from behind her, blood seeping from his chest. But, while he is lucky, if he doesn't get help soon, he will die. That should be the main focus. But how can I focus on that bastard when Peko's disappeared?

"Where is she?" Those words pounded in my head, round and around. A monotonous beat turning the blood in my veins to ice. If something happened to her...

"W-we'll come too!" A shy yet eager voice called out from the doorway. Who wouldn't recognise that hesitating voice? We all turned to face her, obviously seeking answers as to where the hell she'd been. Then I swallowed hard at the sight before me. I felt a bead of sweat run down my face in panic and I gritted my teeth. I wanted to move but I just couldn't.

Chiaki had yelled out Tsumiki's name. But it was nothing more than a faraway echo. Nothing else existed at this moment except me and the 7 foot gap between me and Peko, collapsed over Mikan in pain and exhaustion, her grey, practical braids shielded her clouded expression. Time seemed to stand still for what seemed to be forever.

Pulling myself together I started running towards her. Who cares if people knew about our stupid work relationship anymore? This was important.

"Peko! You..." The words tumbled out of my mouths, I stuttered, trying to push the words out of my dry mouth. "Why do you look like that?"

Her neatly ironed school blouse was dishevelled and hung loosely from her figure and untucked itself from her skirt. And while the Peko I knew never let a fight make her head hang low, here she was; drooped over Mikan's shoulder with a vulnerable frailty that made her look like any other teenage girl who hadn't spent her entire life with a sword close at hand.

Within a second I closed the gap between us. Without hesitating, Mikan gently, like the nurse she is, hoisted Peko off of her shoulder and into my outstretched arms. She was wet from the torrential rain of outside and cold to the touch. She let out a small yelp of pain as I turned her soft, pale face to face me.

I needed answers. Whichever bastard hurt her is going to pay.

The steam behing her glasses cleared away, revealing her pleading red eyes. And yet, although she was scared, she had an aura of duty she had to fulfill. After all this, she was still more concerned with her freakin' "purpose".

No matter how many times I tell her, she just won't understand that she is not a freakin' tool!

"Young Master..." She panted, biting her way trough the agony. "Please run."

I felt myself flinch as those words left her mouth.

"Run?" I wondered. "Run from who?"

It was like she could read my expression for she answered in a suprisingly firm tone for someone on the verge of passing out from the bleeding cuts and purple, tender bruises that coverd every inch of her arms, which were now exposed through the tears in her shirt. "Mukuro Ikusaba and Junko Enoshima. 78th Class."

She couldn't have been serious. The same girls who had taken Sensei hostage had done this? But I know Peko. I know she doesn't joke around. And they were going to pay.

May God help them. They are going to pay.

I hadn't even made an expression this time, but Peko knew the plots forming in my head as if it was her mind aswell - and she panicked, the words that came from her mouth were hurried and fearful and shamefully set a course of dread through my shamefully small body.

"Young Master, you must not-"

That dread quickly turned to rock hard andrenaline.

"They beat you up this badly! You think I can take that lying down?"

Her beautiful red eyes widened in icy horror. But the rage continued to cloud my thoughts. They would pay. They would pay . They would pay they would pay they would pay they-

"Young Master..!"

I heard her groan again as she left my grasp, struggling feebly to support her own weight. I tried to make her rest, but she wouldn't have it. Let her. The main priority would be making them pay. I'll make them pay make them pay make them pay..!

No. What was I thinking? Making them pay would be pointless if Peko was gone. My classmates brushed past me in pursuit of the persistent Peko, firmly pressuring her to take it easy but she wouldn't have it. Swallowing hard again I stood up took a deep breath and pushed my arm around her neck and brought her up to my level. While she resisted, confident to handle this without my help. For she must be my shield - as my dad always told her.

Now it's my time to be hers.

Eventually we came to a compromise as she collapsed again, but less heavily as she rested her struggling frame over my shoulder. My hands grabbed hers and I clutched on for her life. The others were already planning thier crazy-ass suicide mission to save Yukizome-Sensei. There was no way in hell I wasn't going with them. Those bitches, Ikusaba and Enoshima would die today. I will kill them for sure. But pursuing them would have to wait. We hobbled out of the room in pursuit of the nurse's office.

Peko's safety is the top priority from now on.