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I watch with satisfaction as the bastard writhes on the floor, clutching at his bleeding head. My finger had tightened on the trigger without hesitation, years of training and experience taking over at that moment. He was nothing but a pathetic mess, begging for mercy.
The gunshot explodes through the floor. The bastard's screams pierce my eardrums, but I only grin darkly, savoring his terror.
"That bullet might have missed your brain this time, but I'll make sure it finds its mark next time, you filthy fucker." I sneer down at him, enjoying the fear in his eyes.
His screams only fuel my dark pleasure as I turn away, leaving him to suffer. He should have known better than to cross me.
But now, the moment had arrived to shift my attention to more pressing matters. Haruko's expression is one of pure shock as she takes in the sight before her. My face is splattered with drops of blood from this despicable man I just smashed into a bloody pulp. The once-white fabric of my shirt is now stained a deep crimson. Without hesitation, I pull out my phone and make a call, my voice trembling with anger and determination.
The clock struck midnight, but a flurry of urgent calls from me shattered the eerie stillness of the night.
"Hey, Madara!" Izuna's groggy voice crackled through the phone. "What's going on? Is everything okay?" But before he could get an answer, I continued.
"Hurry up, move it here to me," I urged. "I need an ambulance and investigation team on the scene immediately." Confusion and concern flooded through Izuna's voice as he replied, "What's happening?" His heart raced with worry and he jolted awake from his sleep.
"I'll send you the address." The air around him thickened with tension as he listened to me. "There's a crime scene."
Fear and worry flooded through Izuna's mind as he added, "God...what did you do this time?"
I knew all too well that my brother had a tendency to get into trouble, and I braced myself for the worst. But at the same time, there was a sense of amazement and admiration for Madara's bold and reckless nature. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of mess Madara had gotten himself into this time.
I say goodbye and end the call, feeling a sense of heaviness settle in my chest.
"Freeze right there, you son of a bitch!" I aimed my gun at another slimy criminal attempting to escape the room. "Did you think you could sneak away without me noticing?" I chuckled and fired a warning shot near his foot. The coward screamed and collapsed to the ground.
"You and your ally are going to be arrested. Only a few ragged breaths escape from your accomplice's battered body, barely clinging to life. The rest of him is a mangled mess, unrecognizable as human. But somehow, he manages to cling to consciousness, his eyes darting around in terror as he realizes the extent of his injuries."
Haruko's arms wrap around me from behind. Her touch is gentle, yet I know she can feel my tense hands, aching from the recent fight. "Madara," she whispers, her voice laced with concern. "Your fists... they're hurt." But I brush off her worry with a smile. "It's nothing compared to what you've been through," I reply dismissively. "Don't worry about me." Despite my words, I can see the worry etched on her face. "You'll get blood all over yourself," I warn as she reaches out to touch me. "Don't touch me," I plead, not wanting her to see the mess I've become. The metallic smell of iron fills the air, and I know I must look like a mess, but Haruko's presence brings a sense of comfort and warmth amidst the chaos. Regardless of my warnings, Haruko continues to hold onto me tightly, offering support without saying a word.
Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, leaving glistening trails in their wake as she cried and sniffled behind my back. Her voice trembled with emotion as she spoke, "I don't care about that you're bloody...You saved me." Each word was punctuated by a fresh wave of sobs. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," she choked out, her words heavy with regret and gratitude. The weight of our shared experience hung heavily in the air, a palpable reminder of the dangers we had faced together. My anger dissipated in the face of her raw emotions, replaced by warmth as she wrapped me in a tight hug. The tension in my body slowly released as I absorbed her comforting embrace. But at this moment, all that mattered was her raw vulnerability and the unbreakable bond that had formed between us. It felt like everything had come to an end - the fear, the conflict, the uncertainty. We were just two people, connected by a shared experience and bound.
"Haruko..." I turn to face her, my heart pounding in my chest. I can see the worry etched on her face as she reaches out to touch my cheek, smearing blood across it. "Don't scare me like that," she says, her voice trembling with fear and love.
"I don't want you to get hurt." My hand instinctively brushes away a strand of her hair as I look into her stunning green eyes, filled with concern for me. At that moment, I am lost in her beauty and realize how much she means to me. She is my everything and I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe. I began to speak, but before I could finish my thought, the door flung open and interrupted me. I wanted to tell Haruko something important, but the timing wasn't right. Still, despite the interruption, what I was about to say was true - I loved her.
With a loud crash, the door flew open. Izuna's voice echoed through the room as he exclaimed in surprise, "Oh god, Madara?!" The room was suddenly filled with a team of medics and police, and Izuna's fiancee was among them. "What could have caused such chaos?!"
A small smile played on my lips. Haruko had finally met my brother, and I never imagined it would happen under such unpleasant circumstances. But that's just how things turned out. I let out a sigh as I introduced them to each other: Izuna and Haruko. It was not the most pleasant first meeting, and Izuna seemed taken aback by the whole situation.
Haruko greeted Izuna with a mix of shock and fear. "H- Hello," she said nervously.
"Oh my god... It's nice to meet you, Haruko. I am sorry that you have been victimized." Nodding towards me, he continued, "Please follow me. We need to gather all the evidence to help your case." Izuna led Haruko to his fiancee, an expert in collecting evidence for cases involving rape and murder. After they left, Izuna returned to me with a determined look.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Izuna's lips as he glanced over at Haruko. "Your girlfriend is undeniably cute." But his attention quickly turned to the scene in front of us, where a man lay sprawled on the ground with a bloody, bruised face. "What did you do to him, Madara?" Izuna exclaimed, his voice filled with both shock and curiosity. The air was thick with tension as Izuna's question hung in the air. His eyes locked onto my face.
The bright lights of the city illuminated the scene, highlighting the sharp angles of their faces and the dark shadows that played across them. But all attention was on Madara and his face was covered with blood. A splash ran across his cheek, blood started to get dry on him. The chaos and violence of the night had taken its toll on all of them, but none more so than Madara. The once handsome features were now marred by this brutal attack, leaving him almost unrecognizable. Uchiha Madara was at the center of it all.
I shook my head, glancing at him with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "It's not your job to handle things this way," I told him firmly. "You're a policeman, not some street fighter or gangster." But Madara stood his ground, his gaze cold and unforgiving as he spoke. His eyes were deep pools of anger and resentment, seething with a fury that seemed to consume him. "He deserved what he got," he replied harshly, his voice laced with bitterness and malice. It was clear that my words fell on deaf ears as he continued to defend his actions with unwavering conviction. He believed he had done what the other person deserved, and there was no remorse in his stance. The air around us grew tense as the two of us stood in stark contrast - me, a calm officer of the law, and him, a seething force ready to strike again.
What stirred within him, I wonder? I couldn't recall seeing him behave this way in the past. The shift in his demeanor was puzzling to me as if a dormant fire had suddenly ignited within him. It seemed that his girl was the catalyst for these unexpected actions.
I let out a cynical sigh, my frustration rising. "Ohh, the Osaka police department is going to have a field day with those scumbags." I reminded Madara, my frustration evident in my tone. Madara looked at me with his usual stoic expression, unfazed by my irritation.
I just shrugged nonchalantly, "I'll tell them he slipped on the ice and broke his face. Simple enough, right?" My confidence was almost unnerving. But inside, I knew it wouldn't be that easy.
"Smooth, Izuna," Madara muttered sarcastically. His expression remained unchanged as he glanced at me. "Is it really appropriate to joke right now?" he said flatly.
I scratched my head nervously, realizing the gravity of the situation. "You're right, sorry," I apologized sheepishly. "But seriously, how are we going to explain this to the police? You know you're in hot water, brother." I shook my head in disbelief. "And to top it off, we have that trip to Tokyo coming up soon, and our chief Obito will surely punish you for this."
"I'll handle him myself," Madara replied confidently, brushing off any concern or reprimand from our superior. As always, he was the calm and collected one in our dynamic duo.
Izuna's fiancee gently placed a hand on Haruko's trembling shoulders, trying to soothe her. "Please try to relax," she urged, her voice soft and full of compassion. "I am deeply sorry that this happened to you. It is natural for victims to blame themselves, but it is never their fault. You did nothing to deserve this." Haruko's fingers trembled as she nervously played with the hem of her shirt, but the words of the officer gave her a sense of comfort. The tone in her voice was kind and understanding, making Haruko feel safe and at ease despite the chaotic situation they were in. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, trusting in the guidance and support of the officer by her side.
"I will need ample time to collect all of the evidence. The task at hand requires careful examination and thorough analysis. So, I must be meticulous and diligent in my efforts to bring together all the necessary proof and present it with conviction. It will be a difficult task, but we can take legal action with your assistance, Haruko, against those inhumane individuals." Her voice was firm and determined, giving off the impression that this officer was not going to stop until her work was completed.
The weight of personal accountability and facing the repercussions of one's choices cannot be ignored. If only Haruko had heeded Madara's warning and avoided the club, she wouldn't be in this dangerous predicament. But can we truly blame her for what happened? Who decided it was acceptable to discard and manipulate others as if they were objects to satisfy twisted desires? The insidious culture of victim blaming must be eradicated. Let us place all blame on the true culprit - the rapist, a depraved animal who believes they are entitled to use and abuse anyone for their sick gratification.
Madara's home
As the night of horror came to an end, the clock chimed at 3 AM.
The ambulance raced through the streets, sirens blaring as it carried the convicted rapist to the hospital. Inside, doctors and nurses were shocked by the extent of his injuries - a severe brain injury, shattered ribs and limbs, his life hanging by a thread on the brink of death. The gruesome injuries could leave him permanently disabled or with amnesia, or worse - trapped in a coma, a mere vegetable. And if he were to die, it would only add more fuel to Madara's already raging fire of trouble.
Exhausted and shaken, they made their way back home. The collection of evidence was complete, and Haruko knew she would have to go to the police tomorrow. Her trembling body tried to calm down, but the events of the day were still fresh in her mind. Desperate to wash away the filth and grime left by her attacker, Haruko took a long shower. Even as she scrubbed at her skin, she could still feel his touch lingering on her.
The weight of his hands on my body made me feel like I was covered in grime, even though he hadn't technically raped me. His filthy fingers roamed over my curves and lingered on my breasts, making lewd comments that made my skin crawl. The thought that I was unable to stand up for myself in the face of such madness only added to the overwhelming feeling of disgust and helplessness. It was as if I were drowning in a sea of depravity, struggling to find a way to rise above it all. The memory of that moment still haunts me, a constant reminder of the vulnerability and filthiness I was made to endure. Overwhelming nausea washed over me, forcing me to heave and retch as my stomach rebelled against the effects of the narcotic. Thankfully, the medics were quick to come to my aid, helping me to purge the toxins from my body and alleviate the symptoms. The bitter taste of bile lingered in my mouth, a reminder of my brief but intense encounter with the powerful drug. My limbs trembled and my head spun as I tried to regain my composure, grateful for the medical assistance that had saved me from a potentially dangerous situation.
Meanwhile, Madara made his way down to the first-floor bathroom, gritting his teeth against the throbbing pain in his fists from their altercation with the rapist. In this moment of quiet solitude, they both tried to find some sense of peace amidst the chaos of the night.
I lower my head as scalding water cascades over me, the heat searing my skin and sending sparks of pain shooting through my body. I can feel the muscles in my knuckles pulsating with the raw power of my punches from earlier. I barely made it in time to stop him from hurting her more. Rage surged through my body as I caught sight of this despicable man pinning her down. Red clouds of anger filled my mind. That despicable excuse for a human paid dearly for his sins. He's nothing but a spineless rat, preying on her vulnerability like the coward he is.
Bedroom | 3:35 AM
After their shower, they both climbed into the comfortable bed, seeking warmth and comfort. Haruko slid under the sheets and snuggled up next to Madara who was already lying there, his body radiating heat. She pressed against him, her skin still damp from the shower, and felt a shiver run through her as she nestled into his embrace. The soft cotton sheets were like a cocoon, protecting them from the cool night air. Haruko shivered next to him, causing Madara to lower his head and gaze at her.
"Babe," I spoke with a shaky voice, my heart still racing from the intense fear and adrenaline coursing through me. "You scared the heck out of me. When that monstrous man was on top of you, all I could think about was how to protect you. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands, but you were right there next to him, in danger." The memory sent shivers down my spine as I struggled to keep my composure.
Haruko kept her head down, her long black hair cascading over her face like a curtain. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, her body trembling against me. A look of pain and regret etched across her face as she whispered, "Sorry," closing her eyes and clinging to me even tighter. Her body shuddered with sobs as she continued, "I am sorry".
"Cry if it makes you feel better, let all the emotions out." I could feel the weight of her guilt and sadness in every word.
"I...I should have listened to you, Madara," she murmured, her voice cracking with emotion. "You were right..." she added, her grip on me tightening even more. The sound of her quiet sobs pierced through my heart, and I couldn't help but hold her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. At that moment, all I wanted was to take away her pain and make everything right again. But for now, all I could do was hold her and promise to be there for her no matter what. I remained by her side, my ears attuned to the steady rhythm of her breaths. Each exhale was a soft hush, and each inhale a whisper.
His chest pressed against mine, radiating warmth and comfort. The scent of his hair, freshly washed with a hint of lavender, filled my senses and calmed me. Despite my desire to pull away, I found myself rooted to the spot, lost in confusion and uncertainty. My mind spun with thoughts and emotions, all centered around one person - Madara. I couldn't deny the rush of affection and happiness that flooded me at just being near him. "I love you," my unspoken words echoed through my mind as I reveled in his presence. My mind was in a daze, lost in the overwhelming feelings swirling inside me.
"That was... That was my mistake... I am so stupid..." She whispered.
"No, it wasn't," I snapped. "It was all because of this motherfucker's fault."
As we lay in bed, I reached out and brushed her cheek with my fingertips, tracing the curve of her jawline. She turned her face towards me, meeting my gaze with a mix of vulnerability and defiance. I leaned in and kissed her lips lightly, tasting the faint traces of salty tears. She buried herself in the crook of my neck, seeking comfort and solace. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Her body tensed up at first, but then gradually relaxed as she allowed herself to sink deeper into me. The warmth of her skin against my chest was comforting and familiar, a reminder of our shared intimacy and bond.
"No one dared to touch others, not after what he had done." I gently brushed a stray hair from her cheek as we lay in bed, our bodies tangled together in a mess of sheets and limbs.
Despite the fear and tension, Haruko finally relaxed against me, her breaths slowing and her grip on my hand loosening. I could feel the weight of what he had done hanging heavy between us. A raging inferno of regrets and violent thoughts consumed my mind.
Her chest is covered in a mosaic of ugly purple bruises, a sickening roadmap of where this monster has laid his hands on her. I can't bear to imagine where and how that vile animal touched her, leaving behind these physical scars as well as emotional ones.
My insides seethe with uncontrollable fury. My entire being is arid with an insatiable desire to end his life, my veins pulsing with the urge to kill. I long for the freedom to take him out without a second thought. My breaths are deep and heavy, inhaling all of the hate and anger within me as I fight against the urge to act on my violent impulses. My mind screaming for release from this moral dilemma. With a deep, guttural exhale, I fight back the urge to give into my darkest desires and instead plot my next move with calculated precision.
As soon as Haruko's light snores began to fill the room, I found myself unable to drift off into slumber. My mind was abuzz with thoughts and memories, keeping me awake in the quiet of the night. But then, out of nowhere, she muttered my name in her sleep.
"Mm...Madara...I love you," she murmured, her words barely audible. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of those three words. I knew she didn't realize what she had said, but it still made my heart swell with warmth and affection. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched her sleep peacefully.
I was aware that our emotions were in sync, but hearing her sleepy confession now only added to my happiness. I silently whispered, "I love you too, Haruko." Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was 4 AM. With a contented sigh, I got up from bed and decided to make some coffee while I waited for morning to arrive.
