cherry hill, oneshots.

signora, bruno bucciarati.

"Thanks, and come again!" The cashier waves to you as you walk out of the small grocery store, with two bags of groceries. It was usually like this, every so often you would have to make a trip to get groceries for your small apartment. But, this time something was different. You just had a different type of feeling in the pit of your stomach, as if you knew something bad was going to happen. So, like any other normal person, you were on guard as soon as you left the grocery store, watching your back as you made your way home. Sometimes, you would feel like this, and nothing good ever came out of it.

'....Hmph. I don't see anything. Maybe my gut was wrong.' You sigh, standing up straight.

"....." The silence through seemingly empty narrow alleyway that you took a turn down was slowly starting to get to your head. You feel a cold breeze fly past you as the sun hides behind the clouds. That's when you started to hear quite footsteps approach from behind you. But then again, it could just be the dead silence messing with your head. You never could tell anymore. But, you continued to walk, this time faster, pulled your coat up, wrapping it tightly around your body.

"...!!" You jump, a cold hand wrapping around your arm, tightly.

"What the hell...?" You quickly turn around, snatching your arm away, only to be faced with five different man, towering above you.
'No...I knew this would happen..'

"Where are you going, bitch?" One of the large men, most likely the 'leader', smirked down at you.
'No...maybe they're just going to beat me, then leave me alone...there's no way they'd try to do that...not again.'

"....." You look around you, trying to figure out your next move.

"Hey, answer us, bitch!" The man next to him reaches out, is hand sliding across my face as I stumble back a bit, trying to reach up to hold your cheek, but one of the men grab your arms, pulling them behind your back, causing you to drop the grocery bags.

"T-Tch..why should I tell you?" You growl, spitting in the leader's face.

"Bitch!" He starts to get irratated, wipping the spit off of his face.

"Didn't your mom ever teach you manners? You're supposed to listen to to men stronger than you!"

"Yeah, teach her, boss!"
'N-No...stop it...' You watch as the man gets closer to you, smiling as he reaches out, starts to unbutton your shirt--

"N-No, stop it!" You yell, kicking your feet around, momentarily stopping the large man, but the other man only holds your hands together tighter. Well, honestly, you didn't care what they did to you, it be beating you, killing you, or anything...but you couldn't stand it whenever people you didn't trust tried to sexually harass you. Especially people like them. It just freaked you out.

"G'ah!" The man groans, backing up a bit, you finally landing a kick in his balls. He quickly pushes the men out of the way, throwing you onto the ground.

"Ah!" You try to defend yourself, but he pulls out a freshly sharpened knife.

"Don't make a fucking move!" He yells, his voice echoing throughout the alleyway.

"S-Stop!" You yell, tightly closing your eyes as his rough hand starting touching your face, slowly making its way further down as his knife was on the other side, threatening to cut you as the other men stood guard. You let the tears slowly roll down your face, your body shivering as he threw your coat aside.
'N-No, stop it...!!!' You started to shiver, your hands shaking. You could tell it...he was getting close to where he wanted to be at. You tried to scrunch your body up, waiting you him to finish unbuttoning your shirt, but.....the last button in the middle was never undone. So, your body still shaking, you slowly opened your eyes.

"H-Huh...?" You see a tall male with black hair in a bob-cut, a beautful white suit, exposing his chest, his blue eyes looking directly at you. You quickly look around, seeing all of the men's uncounscious bodies, or maybe dead bodies, scattered around you.

"Are you okay, signora?" The asks, walking closer to you, reaching out his hand.

"I-I...I-I'm fine..." You mumble, quickly buttoning up your shirt before looking at his hand.

"You're..not with those guys, are you?" You ask, still sitting on the ground, pointing to the other men.

"Of course not, signora." The man smiles, a much sweeter smile than the other men gave you while watching you on the floor.

"I'm just here to help."

".....Okay." You hesitantly take the man's hand, standing up. His hands were so soft, his touch was so gentle. For some reason, you felt as if you could trust him.

"Here. Are you sure you're okay? They didn't touch you, did they, perdere?" The man asks, looking at the side of your face. It must have some blood on it.

"....." You remain quiet at his question, looking down at the ground. The man obviously knew what this meant, glaring with a disgusted look on his face at the men.

"...What's your name?" You ask, trying to get you rmind off of the fact of what would have happened if the man didn't show up to save you.

"Bruno Bucciarati. Yours?" Bucciarati asks with a gentle smile, starting to help you walk down the alleyway, away from the men. The sun is starting to come out from the shadows, finally.

"{Y/n} {L/n}."

And well, I guess you could say that wasn't the last time the two of you would be meeting.