Yata Misaki One Shots

Terrified (part one ?)

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"The girl damnit. Get the girl!"

'Oh fuck no.' I thought, 'This means I have to run. This tis be a no bueño.'

I started running as fast as I could. They probably wouldn't be running after me if I had beat up their leader for attempting to sexually harass a pair of girls.

I knew my legs weren't going to be able to out run these fucking lamp posts, but I knew I was at least 15 times smarter than them.

'Ok quick, think. Climb up the fire escape? No cause then I would have to get on the dumpster and..... wooaahhhh no stop, no don't go that way. FEET WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT TO DIE.'

Mindlessly, I ran into an alleyway. How cliche of me. I hurriedly got onto the dumpster, but as predicted, they caught up to me.

Some guy pulled me by my foot, which ended up with me banging my head against the lid of the dumpster, slightly bouncing and scraping my arms against the pavement.

I winced in pain, knowing not to show weakness. I was pulled up by my hair, a foot on my back.

"Not so cocky now are we short stack," a guy with crooked yellow teeth smirked. "Boss, what do we do with her?"

I heard footstep growing closer, and I could only assume that is was the guy that I caught with those girls the other day. I was picked up by my collar, which choked me slightly. I was put on my feet and then pushed up against the hard ass wall.

"Listen babe, you give me just one night, and you can get off the hook, scotch-free. Now how does that sound," he questioned. He had a black eye and a busted lip.

I wasn't the strongest, and that was fact. But, if someone was caught off guard by a swift kick to the thigh, it wouldn't be that hard to lay a couple of punches right in the face. And I may or may not have spat in his face as well.

He stroked my cheek with his callused hand. I gave him a bored look, not ready to give up my pride just yet.

"Babe, come on, don't be like that. Just one night, that's all I'm askin'," he persisted. All I did was blink slowly, not letting the look on my face show pain, even if he was digging his knee right into my thigh.

The sound of a skateboard got closer and closer, then slowly faded away, until it stopped all together. I was hoping that the person wouldn't come to help because I didn't like being seen like this, vulnerable and weak.

The boss, however didn't seem to notice, and grabbed me by my hair. Once he had a firm grip, he backed up slightly so he could uppercut me in the gut. I spat up blood, but I couldn't let my head drop because his hand was still clutching my hair. He gave me a sly smirk and punched me in the face, a right hook to my left cheek. And that was enough to make me almost completely black out. That was until I heard a loud shout.

"Hey! Didn't your parents ever teach you not to hurt girls?"

With that, the man dropped me, and me, not being able to stand, ended up falling on my butt. I couldn't really hear or see anything but a big red fire and some screams. My head was spinning, but I willed myself not to pass out.

"Hey, hey you, are you ok," my savior asked. I nodded my head, even though I really wasn't. I felt the person pick me up and I heard the rolling of the skateboard.

"Thanks," I mumbled. My throat was feeling hoarse and my head was pounding. I rested my head in the crook of their neck. Everything was passing by in a blur, which made behind my eyes start to hurt. I found out that it was a guy that was carrying me, which made me feel a little uneasy, considering what I just went through.

I was clinging onto this guy for dear life, mainly because he was going extremely fast. However, because of his incredible speed, we got to where ever the Hell in only several minutes. It looked like an apartment complex. He carried me up with stairs to the second floor, along with his board.

"Uh, I-I think you should stay here for the night. I-if you want to. You can, take a shower a-and borrow a sweatshirt o-or whatever y-you-u need-d." At this point I was staring straight at him, but he was looking anywhere but at me, his face a bright red.

"I mean, if you don't have a problem with it." I replied. He showed me to the bathroom and gave me a towel with some of his clothes.

I stripped and got into the shower, making sure to lock the door. Once I stepped into the shower, the warm water burned every cut on my body. I quickly did what I needed to do, dried off, and put the clothes he let me borrow. I unlocked and opened the door, walking into the living room with the towel around my neck and my clothes, now folded, in my arms. He handed me a hair brush and a plastic bag. I lightly smiled and thanked him. I quickly stepped back into the restroom, brushed my hair, dried it with the towel, and placed my clothes into the plastic bag.

I felt bad for not even giving this guy my name. So I placed my bag by the door, hung up the towel, and walked over into the living room. He had a first aid kit on a small wooden coffee table. I didn't need words to understand what he wanted me to do, so I went to sit next to him on the couch.

I rolled up my sleeves while he opened up the see through container. I showed him my elbows, and he slightly frowned. While cleaning and bandaging up one of my arms, I decided to speak up. "(Y/n)."

"Yata." And that's all that was said.

I guess I didn't notice the fact that it had started to pour outside, so when he was placing a bandaid on my cheek, and it loudly thundered outside, I nearly fell off the couch.

Yata looked at me for a second, before looking outside. I felt my whole body start to shake while I anticipated the next sound of thunder, or sight of lightning. Yata stared at me.

"The t-thunder? You'r-re afraid of thunder st-storms," he questioned. I nodded my head, and then lightning flashed. I shoved my face into his lap. Living alone, I never really learned how to cope with the noise and lights. Everyone I knew said that for them, the rain was like a lullaby, soothing them until the found themselves walking in dream land.

I felt the tears hot in my eyes. And suddenly, two very warm hands cupped my cheeks, and I was met with warm hazel eyes. The thunder shook the small apartment, and I ended up clinging onto my new found comfort. I dug my head into the crook of his neck, while he pulled me onto him and wrapped his arms around my waist, rubbing my back and soothing me, explaining how everything was gonna be ok.

And for once, I wasn't so scared.

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I'm back after another v odd hiatus. I don't know what's up with me, but please give me some time. I meant to have this out two weeks ago, but I didn't start writing it until three days ago.

I really need to go back and re-watch K, to get a new found inspiration.

My thanksgiving break is soon, so let's hope I have some time to watch and write then. I know they have like movies and whatever that I haven't seen, so I'll try to watch those too.

I'm in Tennessee for the rest of my high school life and I think I'm going to die. But here's a picture of me now.

I'm pikachu.

Anyway, please send in requests, it helps with a creative flow. Love you guys for reading, and thanks for over 500 reads, it means the world bc I'm lame and only have like, three friends. 💕💕💕