Karma's Touch (Karma Akabane X OC)

↑Pissed Off The Wrong Assassins↑

🔫Karma🔫

I stand in the doorway of my fridge trying to figure out what I'm going to eat for dinner. Since coming home from school I've changed into a brick red T-shirt and plain black pants. I sigh and eventually just grab a juice from one of the shelves and close the door.

I open the can and take a drink. I hear knocking on the door and set my drink down, making my way through the house until I reach the foyer. I wrap my fingers around the door handle wondering who it could be. It's not like I get many visitors around here. I pull open the door and find Rin standing on the other side.

"Rin?!" How the hell did she find out where I lived. She barley opens her mouth before she's suddenly falling forward. I rush forward and catch her, wrapping my arms around her. She cries out in pain when my forearms connect with her back.

I pull her backwards and then gently lay her down on her stomach before closing the door. I flip on the light switch and turn back toward her. I freeze when I see splotches of blood staining the entirety of the back of her light blue shirt. "Oh, my God!" I drop to my knees beside her.

I grab the hem of her shirt and gingerly pull it back. She makes a noise as the blood caused her shirt to stick to whatever wounds she has. "Sorry," I tell her and continue to pull until it fully reveals her back to me. My breath catches in my throat when I see different sized cuts scattered all over her back, blood had dripped down her back and stained the waistline of her shorts.

I force my body not to shake as undescribable rage fills me. "Who did this to you?" I maneuver so I can look into her face and see her eyes are half lidded, she's probably exhausted. The walk here was definitely not a pleasant one. "Muto," she says in a breathless whispers.

I growl angrily and turn back to her shredded back. "What did this?"

"Whip." I curl my hands into fists and take deep breathes. Why would anyone want to hurt Rin? She's so tiny and sweet. I shake my head and force myself to think about her wellbeing rather than beating the guy who did this to a bloody pulp.

First I need to get her cleaned up. Those wounds bandaged up and clothes that aren't blood stained. "Rin, this is going to hurt. A lot. So, forgive me."

I pull her shirt back down, careful not to brush against her wounds. She makes another heart breaking noise as the shirt settles back down on her skin. Her back is probably on fire right now. Then as gently as possible I roll her onto her back. She cries out as her back meets the carpeted floor.

"I'm sorry." I flinch at her noises and she shakes her head. "Do... What you... H-have to," she says through clenched teeth. I slip my arm under her legs and wrap around her knees. I do the same to her shoulders, doing my best not to hurt her too badly.

I lift her up, holding her securely in my arms, and carrying her up the stairs. Every jostling movement causes her to bite her lip and bury her face into my shirt. "Let's get you cleaned up," I tell her before stopping in front of the bathroom, door already open, thank God.

I carry her in and use my elbow to turn on the light. I set her down on the toilet seat, making sure she doesn't hit her back off the tank. I move to the tub and plug in the drain. "Make sure the water is warm not cold," she says from where she's sitting. I turn back to her, thinking cold water would be better because it'll numb her back.

She sees the look in my eyes and shakes her head. "Warm. It'll relax my muscles and lessen the pain." My eyes widen as something clicks in my brain. "Rin, how many times has this happened to you?"

She stares down at her hands and I see her actually counting on her fingers. "For the entirety of my life? Five." I nearly choke as I gasp. "What the actual fuck, Rin! How has this happened to you five times?!"