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Chapter 2

Ryuji's POV

What the fuck is this girl smoking?! There's no way in hell she's fine!

"Nah...I'm fine... I've... had worse." She gasped out.

She's had worse?! What does she mean she has had worse?! What did she do to get a big ass cut on her leg tha- oh god it's starting to bleed again.

"You're not fine! You can barely stand!" I shouted at her.

Suddenly her legs gave out of her. She fell to the ground and I ran over to her, catching her barely in time.

"JESUS CHRIST!" I heard Shima yell from behind me.

Both him and Konekomaru sprang up.

"I told her she needed help! I didn't want to push her though!" Konekomaru wailed.

"Konekomaru calm dow-!"

"SHE'S GOING TO DIEEE!" He screamed.

I slapped him in the face.



"Just help me get her back to the dorms." I rolled my eyes. I scooped her up in my arms, minding her bleeding leg and we all ran back to our dorm room.

I set the girl down on a bed and kept an eye on her while Konekomaru called up Shiemi for help. Shiemi was the only person we knew who knows some form of medical help besides Yukio, but he was usually asleep by now. Trust me, never, ever bother Yukio when he's sleeping. You might die. I heard him hang up the phone and shortly after he entered the room.

"She says she'll be here in 15 minutes."

"Thank god." I muttered, kneading my knuckles into my forehead.

13 minutes later there was a knock on the dorm door. Shima sprang up and opened it, letting in Shiemi.

"Where's the girl?" She asked.

I pointed to the bed she was situated it.

"Oh my god, Rin?!"

"You know that girl?" Shima asked her.

"Yeah, she's Yuki-chan's twin! Haven't you heard about her?"

"That's Yukio's sister?!" I yelped.

Oh shit. Nevermind, Yukio's not asleep, he's turning over every rock looking for her, being the over-protective fuck he is.

"Yeah! What happened to her?!" Shiemi cried.

"All we know is she has a bad leg wound and she ended up passing out due to blood loss." Konekomaru answered for me.

"Oh dear. That's not good. I've got to get to work immediately! Please go wait in the hallway!"

We all complied (albeit reluctantly) and waiting nearly an hour before Shiemi was finished.

"You guys can come in now!"

I heard Shiemi shout. All three of us filed in.

"She should be fine in a couple of weeks. I don't think there will be any lasting damage." She reported, wiping sweat from her brow.

"Thanks Shiemi. What can we do to repay you?" Konekomaru asked.

"I don't need anything. I'm happy just knowing Rin will be fine." Shiemi said.

With that, she turned and left the room. We stood there a minute before I got a blanket and threw it over Rin.

"Alright, good enough. Guys, we've got school tomorrow, so we should probably hit the sack." I told them, turning around.

We left the room Rin was in and went to our respective rooms. I set my alarm then proceeded to flop onto my bed, falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next day, 12:00pm (noon, its not night again!)

Rin's POV

When I woke up on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar, and very messy room, my first thought was not "Where am I?", my first thought was not "What the fuck happened?". No, my first thought was "Shit, I'm probably late for school."

Typical me.

I sat up in the bed, the soft blanket pooling around me. I swung my legs over the bed and tried to stand up. Key word: Tried. As soon as I tried to do so, a white hot pain shot up my left leg, causing me to gasp and fall you the ground. I inspected the pain leg only to find it bandaged. I furrowed my brows, wondering for the first time where the hell I was and what the shit had happened.

Last nights events crashed against me like waves against the shore. I'd passed out, presumably from blood loss, in front of three people, one of them being that (hot) guy that had nailed me in the face with a basketball the day before. They must've A. brought me here, B. Somebody else found me and brought me here, or C. I got kidnapped. I'm going to hope it was option A. because at least I kind of know the people, considering they go to my school.

Oh, look at me and my deductions. Sherlock would be proud. Haven't seen the fucker in a while. I wonder how he and John are doing in britain... Oooh I wonder if they've kissed ye- AUGH RIN NOT NOW! YOU'RE GETTING OFF TOPIC!!! Sorry I'm a fangirl brain...


Oh, right.

I pulled my body back onto the bed and looked around the room, trying to locate anything that could help me walk. I spotted a pair of crutches leaning against the wall beside the bed. I mentally face palmed for not noticing them earlier. I grabbed them and tried them out.

"These will do..." I muttered to myself.

They were a tad too big but I could deal with it. I used the crutches and left the room. I poked my head into the other rooms and rolled my eyes at each one. The room I had been in was clean compared to the rest of these rooms.

"You know what, fuck it." I said to myself.

I was going to clean up this goddamn place. Why? Because messes bother me. Though you wouldn't guess it by the state of my bedroom at home, I'm a bit of a neat freak. I swung myself across the room using the crutches towards the bathroom where I'd assume the cleaning supplies out be. I looked under the sink, nada. But jesus christ it looks like a tornado swept through the bottom of the sink. I shook my head. 'might as well start here...'

I organized under the sink, throwing empty bottles out in the recycling bin. When I finished under the sink, I stood back up with the help of the crutches. I walked over to a closet to see if there were any cleaning supplies. This time, there thankfully were, but once again, it looked like someone had detonated a bomb in the closet.

I cleaned that too. I pulled out some bleach foamer and gloves, among other cleaning supplies. I pulled the bandanna I'd hidden in my hoodie and tied it around my face. (Ha, Levi'd be proud too. He's taught me and Eren well.... ooh wonder if they've gotten together too- AUGH STOP IT!!!)

The rest of my day was spent cleaning up the rest of the house. I swear, some of the molded lumps I'd pulled from the cabinets in the kitchen talked to me. By the time I was finished, I had filled 5 trash bags of junk, empty bottles, and trash. Now it was around 4pm. Thanking the hours I spent at the gym every week, I threw the trash bags over my shoulder and using my crutches (with some difficulty) I threw the bags in the big bin outside.

Dusting my hands off, I went back inside the dorm. I washed my hands with warm water and soap. I left the bathroom and admired my work. I'd found a few photos of the three boys I'd talked to last night, and as far as I could tell they hadn't gang banged me so I supposed it was fine here, nothing to fear (hey that rhymed!).

"Ha, I bet they aren't even going to recognize their dorm." I snorted.

I was starting to feel tired. Well, who wouldn't be if they had an injured leg and spent four hours cleaning at a fast pace? I limped back to the room I had been in when I woke up and eased myself onto the bed, not even thinking about my phone and where the shit it was. I leaned the crutches back in their place on the wall and closed my eyes. Minutes later, I let sleep consume me.

I woke up to the sound of these words.

"Uhh, Shima?" Are you sure this is our dorm?"

I smiled and giggled quietly 'I knew it' I thought to myself.

"What do you mea- WHAT THE FUCK?!" I heard presumably Shima yell.

"Language, Shima." A new voice said.

I recognized these voices. Yep, for sure, these were definitely those boys from last night.

"Sorry Konekomaru..." Shima apologized.

"You are forgiven."

"Okay guys, there's only one way to find out if this is our dorm..."

"And that is?"

"If Rin is still here, this is our dorm. If she isn't, this is not our dorm."

I furrowed my brow. How the shit did they know my name?

"Makes sense." Shima agreed.

"Good idea Bon." Konekomaru commented.

I pretended to be asleep, keeping my eye open barely enough to see 'Bon' poking his head in.

"Hellooo...? Oh, there she is." He whispered.

"Okay, good. Now that's covered, how did our dorm end up spotless?" Shima questioned.

"Maybe she cleaned it?" Konekomaru suggested.

"If she did, she shouldn't have strained herself like that." Bon grumbled.

This struck a chord with me. I opened my eyes and glared at the back of his head.

"Do you take me for some fragile flower?" I snapped.

He jumped a foot in the air. He whipped around.

"You! I thought you were asleep! You scared the crap out of me!"

"Well there you go, I wasn't asleep" I snickered.

"Whatever. You should've stayed in bed today." he muttered, blushing slightly out of embarrassment.

"Chill, I used those crutches." I pointed out.

"So, what I'm hearing is she did clean our dorm." Konekomaru broke in.

"No, the cleaning fairy did." I sarcasically replied.

"Hey, I kind of like this chick." Shima said, nodding his head.

"Nevermind that, what kind of weirdo wakes up in an unfamiliar place and cleans it?!"

"Tell that to snow white." I blandly retorted.

"She's got a point you know." Shima pointed out.

"But Snow White is fictional!" Ryuji exclaimed.

"SO ARE WE!" Konekomaru shouted.

"Whoa! Koneko! Don't go breaking the fourth wall!"

"Sorry Shima."

"Whatever, how am I going to get home? I'm sure my father and brother are freaking out." I asked, changing the subject.

"She's right, Yukio's probably losing it as we speak." Shima said.

"How do you guys know I'm related to Yukio?" I asked them suspiciously.

"We had Shiemi come over to patch you up."

"Oh. That girl who has a crush on my brother? I like her."

"Wait, she has a crush on Yukio?"

"Yeah, you didn't notice?"


"Ah, she must be good at hiding it. I wouldn't know, it's hard to keep things from me."

"What do you mean?"

"I help my dad with his cases sometimes. Occasionally I help Sherlock out too. You should read his partner's blog. Oh wait, that's not the point." I explained.

"Cases? You're dad does cases?" Shima piped up.

"Yeah, he's a detective." I elaborated

"Oh. I see. Makes sense that you'd be observant." Bon chimed in.

"Anyway, enough about that, let's get back on topic. How am I getting home?"

"Bon can drive you home on my motercycle." Shima suggested.

"You know I'm not a good drive-"

"I can drive." I said.

I have heard riding a motorcycle is just like driving a snow mobile.

"But your le-"

"Psh, It'll be okay. I'm pretty sure I can drive that thing pretty well."

"Are you sure?"


"I'm still coming with you."

"Fine, be that way."

I stood from the bed and limped towards Ryuji.

"You need any help there?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Yep, you need help."

"No, I don- hey!"

I squirmed around in his grasp, kicking and smacking around uselessly. He'd thrown me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down you fucking rooster!" I shouted at him, landing a good kick in his stomach.

"Oof! No can do! And my name is Ryuji!" Bon grunted.

"I don't care!"

I continued struggling but in the end it proved futile. I went in ragdoll mode, strung uselessly over his shoulder. I glared a hole through the floor as we walked along. Soon. he plopped me on the seat of the motorcycle.

"Asshole..." I grumbled.

"Whatever, you wouldn't have made it 20 feet."

"..." I stayed silent, not telling him I had walked an mile on that bad leg. Instead I started the bike.

"So, have you ever driven one of these?" He asked.

"Nope!" I smirked.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

"Hold on tight!" I shouted. I gunned it through the deserted parking lot.

"Hey- AHHHHHH!" He yelled.

I snickered as I drove.

"He was right! It's just like driving a snow mobile!" I shouted. This was really easy for me.

"SLOW DOWN!" He yelled at me.

"Ugh, fine you're no fun!" I groaned.

I slowed down to about 20mph and smoothly turned on to the public road.

"Are you sure this is your first time riding a bike?!" He hollered.

"Yes it is!"

"You seem way too good at this!"


"We could've just died!"

"But we didn't!"

"But what if we did!"

"We would have died awesomely!"

"Dude how old are you?!" He exasperatedly said

"14!" I answered truthfully.

"What?! and your freaking driving! You're supposed to drive when you're 16!"


"I'm going to get nowhere with this am I?"

"Nope!" I retorted, popping the p.

I slowed to a stop in front of the red light, putting my feet down to prevent the bike from toppling over. I ignored the stares from people in the cars.

"Hey kid! Aren't you a little young to be driving that?" Somebody said from inside a car from out an open window.

"Aren't you a little old you be questioning me?" I shot right back, pulling a Phineas and Ferb on them.

"Can't argue with that logic." The person shrugged and rolled back up the window.

I turned back to face the road, keeping an eye on the light. About 15 seconds later, the light turned green and I sped back down the road. Soon we arrived at my house. I killed the engine and kicked down the kickstand, parked on the curb by my house.

"Hey, isn't this Shiro Fujimoto's house?" Ryuji asked.

"Yeah?" I replied like a question.

"Why are we here?" He questioned.

"This is my house too." I dead panned.

"What do you mean?" He raised an eyebrow, looking confused.

"He's my father." I dead-panned.

"What?!" He spluttered.

"I said he's my father." I said again.

"I get that! You told me your dad was a detective, you didn't tell me he was the freaking Shiro Fujimoto! The most legendary detective to ever exist!"

"Well you obviously haven't heard of Sherlock."


"Never mind."

"-Still you're dad is the best detective ever!"


"Do you just not care about that?!"

"I don't see him as Shiro Fujimoto, I see him as my crazy, over-protective, yet lovable dad."

"...You're weird."

"Says the one with rooster hair and a million piercings."

"No, seriously, I can't even begin to understand you."

"I'm told that often. I just have a different way of thinking then other people."


He didn't say anything, he just stared at me long and hard. He shook his head and climbed off the bike. He walked over to me and easily picked me up in one arm.

"Hey! Put me down!" I shouted, squirming.

"Are we really going to play this again?"


"Why won't you just accept help?!" He said, looking at me with a dubious look on his face.

"I don't like to be helped! It makes me feel weak and I am not weak!"

"I don't care, I'm not putting you down, because you'll probably just fall over anyway!"

"..." I stayed silent, fuming.

But I didn't struggle anymore. I knew he was right. He switched arms, putting me in his left arm.

"Honestly woman, how little do you weigh?!"

"About 95lbs?" I said like a question, ignoring the rude question.

"No wonder I can carry you around like a baby..." He raised his eyebrows, his eyes wide.

"Shut up." I grumbled.

"Don't know what I was expecting, considering how short you are. Are you sure you're not a baby?" He teased.

I kicked him.

"Ow! Never mind, you're not a small baby, you're a feisty baby." He grunted.

I just smirked. Using his right arm, he knocked on the door. I saw the peephole open and a red eye staring at us. The door flung open.

"Rin! There you are! I was so worried where have you been!" My frazzled father exclaimed.

"With this guy." I said, pointing at Ryuji.

"Hi." Ryuji simply said.

"Oh, I see, you've got a new boyfriend. Let me give him a piece of my mind..." He growled, narrowing his eyes.

"Dad NO! Ryuji here just helped me out, he's not my boyfriend!" I exclaimed, my face burning, and processing his words, I shrieked, "AND WHEN THE HELL HAVE I EVER HAD A BOYFRIEND?!"

"Umm...never? Cause of me?" Dad replied dubiously.

"EXACTLY! AND BOYS ARE STUPID!" I hotly replied.

"Hey!" Bon protested.

I pointed up at him.

"You're okay. Kinda. Maybe. I don't know how I feel about you yet." I debated, throwing my hands up in exasperation.


I elbowed him anyway.

"OW! Are your elbows made of steel or something?!" He whined.

"Come to think of it, why are you carrying her?" Dad asked.

I simply gestured to my injured leg.

"Oh dear! That isn't good. What happened?"

"Come to think of it, you never did explain what happened." Ryuji commented.

I flashed back to last night, and thinking about it for the first time made my heart drop down to my knees. I was just realizing I could've...

I could've died.

I could've never seen Yukio again.

I would've never seen Dad again.

"...Um, Rin? Are you alright?" Dad asked.

I jolted back to reality, realizing I hadn't spoken in a while.

"I-I'll tell you later. I don't want to talk about it." I shook my head, not meeting his eyes.

The overall seriousness of almost being kidnapped crashed against me and I shivered.

"It's okay, you don't need to tell us if you don't want to. But you can tell us when you're ready." My dad said soothingly.

"Thank you."

"I'll take her from here...

"Ryuji, Sir."

"Right, thank you Ryuji. I'll take care of her from now on."

"No problem sir."

Ryuji handed me to my dad, who picked me up bridal style. I watched Ryuji start up the bike and drive away.

"Yukio! Rin's home!" Dad shouted.

Not less then 10 seconds later, Yukio shot into the room.

"RIN!" He shouted. He ran over to me and hugged me from inside of dad's arms.

"Don't you dare pull something like that again! I was so worried! I thought you died or something terrible had happened to you!"

"Something almost did." I choked out.

I'd been occupied all day so I hadn't had time to think about what almost happened to me last night. But now, it was crashing against me. The other two occupants of the room stilled. It was silent, until my father broke it.

"What happened Rin?"

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