Warning: mentions of blood and injuries
The next day, you got to the school feeling very exhausted, it was day 6 or 7? you didn't know, of you trying to sort your head since you seemed to always look at the vice president, feel your cheeks reddening and your heart beats rapidly.
Your brain ended up short-circuiting since you didn't know things about emotions. You changed and got in as discreet as usual and you went to go to your room.
Problem was that Sayaka Igarashi was following you and you couldn't shake her off. What did she want? You had no idea but you weren't going to face her and her taser.
So you sped up and entered different shortcuts but she seemed to know them. "Damn it," you said as you climbed out of a window and stepped on something to keep you steady, on the third floor. Scared of heights? Maybe, but you were much more frightened about taser girl.
When you were sure that she was gone, you hopped back up to the hallway, sighing in relief. You had to take your anxiety pills immediately.
After taking them, you made your way to your classroom knowing that there was one minute left, which meant that Sayaka wouldn't be there waiting for you with her taser in her right hand and planning to grab you with your left hand.
You shuddered as you walked inside and sat down at your desk.
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The rest of the day proceeded as usual and you didn't see the vice president anywhere which left you disappointed. You really wanted to catch maybe just a glimpse of her.
You walked to the gardens to exit the school when a voice called out. You froze, you knew that voice.
"You should be thankful that we let you have a break the whole week" You knew last week was too good to be true.
Hayato Suzuki, the person you hate with your whole heart. You glared at him as his henchmen grabbed you.
Damn it, oh how I wish I could order a sniper to fucking kill you
"How are you? I hope your scars are gone, wouldn't want anyone to see them right?" He said lifting your chin and making you look at him.
The bloody bastard held a knife in front of you and you stared at it, "The old knife we used had too many bloodstains on it and I just had to buy a new one, pretty isn't it?"
You growled at him and he laughed with that creepy look on his face.
Hayato Suzuki, a bloody cold-hearted sadist who took pleasure in damaging your arms, neck, legs, and face. He doesn't take off any clothes besides ripping the long sleeves with a knife and taking off the stockings and doesn't touch any other part of your body.
He says that he can't do something so filthy. Fuck him.
You've gotten so many scars from him and it took a lot of money to get them surgically removed. He doesn't know of your status or who you are, he just cares about how much pain and injuries can he get out of you.
And the bad thing is that he plays such a good guy persona at school that no one would believe you even if you said anything. No one would believe you over his pathetic ass.
"Why is it that your scars always disappear? Some kind of thing from your genes? Well, that just gives me such a clean canvas every time" he said as he laid the knife on your arm.
It felt so cold.
"Let's have fun shall we?" he said with a maniacal grin.
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You arrived at your house by cab leaving your bicycle in the room, there was in no way that you could walk straight right now, and riding a bicycle probably wouldn't work as well.
No one except you and two other people knew about these scars and you knew that if one word reaches your parents, Hayato would be as good as dead.
But that will blow your cover and you didn't want that. Your parents might even try to remove you from the school, you didn't want to be removed partly because of your life, and the other part was because of *cough* *cough* the vice President.
Plus, Kenzo, Kiyoshi, and Rowan can crush anyone to the point that they would rather die than live another second in this world.
And remember how your parents are two of the five richest people in the world? Your uncle is one of the most dangerous.
You sighed as you limped to a building and paid the cab driver.
A figure rushed out of the building to help you.
"Damn it, Y/n what did you do this time?" Miss Kanna said as she helped you walk. She reached for her phone and called her son to help.
Minutes later, Isamu Watanabe entered your field of vision and you felt relieved, they were here for you, again.
Your vision got blurry and everything went black.
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You opened your eyes and concluded that you were in their home. Glancing at your arms, you saw that your recent injuries were patched up but still not removed, you had to wait for two weeks to it to be safe to remove.
You tried to sit up but pain immediately hit you. "Shit" you groaned as you tried to bear the pain. Miss Kanna appeared beside you and looked ready to scold you. She did.
"One inch off this bed and I will inform your parents Y/n," She said in a commanding tone and you nodded, you felt pain in your neck too.
Isamu was seated right next to you with a worried look on his face and you smiled at him hoping to ease his worry.
"I'm alright, I swear," you said sitting up, hiding the fact that you felt that you've been hit by a bus the moment you moved.
"I don't buy it, plus I'm the Doctor here so stay in bed," she said as she moved to the kitchen probably getting food for you to eat.
Isamu touched one of the bruises suddenly and you groaned in pain. "See? Painful" he said with a small smile.
You glared at him, "Why the fuck did you do that samu!" You whisper yelled at him. He merely grinned and said one word
"Language"
Damn his existence.
He laughed as he saw you plotting to kill him, but then his face got serious. "Why don't you tell me who does this to you so I can crush them to the next dimension," he said flexing his knuckles.
Isamu was your cousin, the son of one of the most dangerous people in the world, and Kanna-san.
"That's exactly why I don't tell you," you said grinning despite how much pain you were in.
Kanna entered the room with a tray of food that you could only describe as nutritious. "You have 7 deep cuts, 2 on your left arm, 3 in your right leg, and two on the right, besides that your left arm almost got broken, 40 minor bruises, nonlethal apparently and your face has 3 bruises that won't scar. "
You winced before laughing "That guy really knows what he's doing" you said eating the food. He didn't injure your right arm that much to allow you to still write and didn't break any nerves that might permanently damage you.
"Yes, he does but you need to tell us who he is y/n, one call and he's dead," Kanna said as she helped you eat.
You shook your head, "I haven't told anyone who he is for the past 3 years and I won't break that record till I graduate"
Isamu sighed as he grabbed an apple, "Why don't you have trauma or sadness about this? Are you really unaffected? or is this another facade of yours"
You looked at him, "Probably because it hasn't stopped yet and the feeling of fear and trauma hasn't hasn't sunk in yet" you said not answering all his questions as you were munching on an apple, wincing as the little bruises hurt like hell.
"Or that I'm great at pretending"
"Maybe you are" Yes! I subtly manipulated him to think that I answered the question.
You all sat in silence, eating as Kanna inspected you.
"You can go to school tomorrow but not today, your bruises would get worse," she said as she gave you some painkillers.
She wasn't fazed by anything most of the time, she treats her husband who goes through things worst than this after all. So when this first happened, she didn't question you and knew that you didn't want to tell your parents.
She also didn't tell your uncle, so your uncle wouldn't go and kill Hayato and announce that to the public.
You groaned at the information, skipping school didn't really sit tight with you.
"Now what excuse do I say to make Runa give me notes"