A/N: This is a public service announcement about the nature of this chapter. There is unpleasant things that happen in this chapter. Please read with caution.

Flashback: Raira Academy High School, First Year

1 Month into the Year:

This had become routine. He didn't ask for me to stay after class out loud anymore. It was unspoken, and I'd grown too afraid to anger him by trying to leave. Instead, at the end of class, I would take a long time to revise my notes. The other students left quickly, none of them caring about the strange girl that sat at the back of the class.

The door slid closed with a loud thud that made my heard pound. It felt like a prison cell being locked. Mr. H sat down at his desk, sorting through the pop quiz papers from the beginning of class. He sat there for a while, not acknowledging my presence. He flipped a page over loudly, and drummed his fingers on the desk slowly, methodically.

So, I stayed quiet, scribbling notes that didn't actually need to be rewritten.

My heart jumped to my throat as Mr. H scraped his chair as he stood. His heavy steps echoed in the empty classroom, getting closer and closer. Squeezing my pencil tight, my body tensed… until he passed me, going to the large locker cabinet in the back.

This is how he always operated. Stalking around the room like a lion playing with his prey. Each time he slid an item around, or slammed one down, I could feel his eyes on me, watching for the reaction. My first year in middle school had been a nightmare with him but moving up to the second-year classroom had given me some breathing room, although he stalked me then too. But, not as often. After another year, I had finally escaped him by moving to an academy across town.

Things never play out the way I want them to.

Mr. H had gotten transferred to this school. He'd specifically requested for me to be moved to his class. He'd laughed at my reaction on the first day, welcoming me warmly into the room. I remember standing at the door, hopelessly alone. Even sitting in the back hadn't saved me from his watchful eyes. Anytime I did something he didn't like, after class, he'd be sure to give me a lesson on proper behavior.

Lost in my thoughts, I nearly fainted when his hands slammed onto my desk. He leaned over from behind, trapping me between his arms. His hot breath was against my ear. "Jori, I'm going to take you somewhere special today. Meet me by the front gate in fifteen minutes. Don't be late." He kissed my ear. "And don't tell anyone. You know what'll happen if you do."

Yes, I do remember. He'd found out the location of the school my twin sisters went to. He'd threatened to make them disappear. So, I nodded my head in silent submission. My throat felt so dry, I doubted that I could speak. My body relaxed when he'd left the room, and I laid my head on my desk, reveling in the silence.

"Hey Jori!" Shinra's voice startled me and he laughed with a big smile. He's always so loud. "Sorry! I saw you sitting here and you looked so sad." He'd somehow befriended my brother. Izaya complained a lot about him, but he still hung around Shinra, who is an odd one.

My eyes went wide. D-Did he see? "I was alone." The words didn't sound right, like I was trying to convince him that was the truth. If he saw, then Mr. H would…

Shinra pulled out the chair from the desk in front of me. "That's why I thought you looked sad, because you're always alone." We weren't really friends. He just talked to me sometimes because I'm Izaya's sister.

Taking a deep breath of relief, I started to pack up all my things. "Just revising some notes before I head home. Since Izaya and you started that club, all the responsibility of the twins falls on me." That excuse worked for everything. No one would question me going to care for my sisters. Standing from the seat, that had reminded me to text our babysitter. She would stay late if I paid her double for her time.

"Right, right, that makes sense," Shinra said, following behind me like an irritating lost dog. He went off into a tangent about the club he had started with my brother, but never noticed my disinterest. Whatever club they were in was a front for something else. Izaya brought home way too much money from it. "Do you want to go out with me?"

I stopped, slowly turning my head to look at him. "What?" Did he just ask me out?

Shinra blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You see there's this girl I'm in love with and I want our first real date to be perfect. So, I was wondering if you had free time, I could practice with you." It didn't sound like he knew how horrible that would make me feel. That's all anyone wants from me. Is to use me.

In a moment of rage, I smacked him. "That's a stupid thing to ask a girl," I snapped, tears pooling in my eyes. It's not like I have feelings for him. But for whatever reason, my heart ached in my chest. That must be the only thing I'm good for. Being a substitute for someone else. Being used for someone else's pleasure.

Turning on my heel, I walked away from the speechless Shinra. By the time I'd reached the front gate, I had almost forgotten that Mr. H was waiting there. It only made my heart drop in terror. How did I end up stuck in this situation? Keeping my head down, I kept pace with him in the opposite direction of my home.

Mr. H's apartment was larger than one would imagine for someone living off a teacher's salary. He led me inside, straight to an office. His breathing had sped up and he licked his lips. "It's too bad I couldn't be promoted to an office like this at the school. Then I would have had the privacy that we needed." The classroom had been too dangerous, he'd tell me. We'd only gone so far as oral.

His hand on my back, he guided me across the room to the desk. "Sit," he patted the empty spot on top. When I hesitated, he began to laugh. "Did you call the babysitter? What's her name, uh… Sadoka Miyuzaki?"

That was all the threat that I needed. A month back, I had changed babysitters just to get him away from the twins. How he found out about that so quickly, I didn't know. Although we hadn't had intercourse yet, he had done this part to me a thousand times. He's greasy hands would tie some rope around my wrists and secure to a hook on the back of the desk. My skin crawled at his touch, much like it did in the beginning.

For a while, I had become desensitized to it. He'd do the same thing each time. But now that we were in the privacy of his home, a whole new level of fear grew in me. This disgusting man before me had heavy breaths, already excited about this. He would unbutton the top as fast as he could, ruining yet another bra with the quick snip of a pair of scissors. Sliding his hands down to my thighs, he flipped the skirt up and removed my underwear. This pervert shouldn't be in a school. High school girls were his type. The uniform turned him on.

"I hate to rush, but I've been waiting over two years for this. After the summer break, after I'd seen how much you'd… developed, I couldn't wait any longer," he said, unbuckling his belt and dropped his pants and boxers. Using one hand to rub himself, he used his free hand to stick two fingers inside me. "This is all the warm up we'll get. I could release from just looking at you, Jori. You're beautiful."

Beautiful?

Revolting.

Disgusting.

Filthy.

Used.

Trash.

Those were the words I'd use to describe myself. Anything but beautiful. Not after those hands had forced so many things on me.

Without so much as a warning, he shoved himself into me, moaning as he did. It stuck, having trouble going in dry. He grunted and rocked his hips again. "God, you're so tight."

As quiet as I'd always been for him, this pain had me crying and pleading. "Stop! It hurts!" As many times he'd used his fingers to force an orgasm out of me, I knew what it felt like to be wet. That was not how I felt right now.

Mr. H shook his head, replying, "Shut up. You're fine! It'll feel good." Thrusting his hips forward hard again, he got it in further. He froze, shaking a little and moaning loudly. He'd already ejaculated once. "Damn. Good thing I'm not a one-time guy, huh, Jori?"

My arms ached from how much I jerked them. My right shoulder threatened to dislocate. Hot tears spilled over, rolling down the sides of my face. I don't want it to feel good! "Stop! Stop!" I shouted, sobs racking my body. Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?

He shoved a hand over my mouth, finally able to push in and out without much resistance. "You're ruining this for me!" He said. His breathing was short, quick breaths. His pace quickened, and that was a sign that he was close. He would shove my head down when he made me give him a blowjob. His body shook in pleasure, and his head fell back as he moaned. "Now to make you-"

WHAM.

Mr. H crumbled to the floor.

My head turned, and through my blurry vision, I saw someone. The last person I'd ever expect. "S-Shinra?" My voice squeaked. My surprise was quickly overrun with bad thoughts. He knows. That means something could happen to the twins. That means I'll be labeled as the whore who seduced her teacher. My life is crumbling around me.

Shinra grabbed the scissors on the desk, cutting my hand free. "I lied, earlier. I had seen the way Mr. H treated you in the classroom. And then I followed you here," he said, smiling softly at me. Shinra turned his head away as I buttoned up my top and slid off the desk.

"Why are you here?" I asked, holding my arms around myself even though I was now covered. He'll want something. They all want something.

He smiled again, bigger this time. "I'm being the hero! Saving the damsel in distress!" He saluted awkwardly and then looked down at Mr. H on the floor. "Man, I hit him hard, didn't I?" He poked him with his foot.

The silence was broken up by another presence. "What's your emergency now, Shinra?" Izaya stood in the doorway, pausing as he took in the scene. His eyes met mine, already filling in all the blanks from my avoidance of him in the past two years. "I'll deal with it." That was the only thing he said on the matter before Shinra escorted me outside.

Shinra insisted on walking me home. "Izaya had mentioned you were hiding something, but he hadn't tried to figure it out. I wish he had," he said, trying to fill the awkward space between us. He's seen me naked and being raped by a teacher. It must be strange for him, too.

Stopping at a crosswalk, I finally spoke to him. "Do you still want to practice with me?" I asked.

There was no reason why I asked that question. But, after Shinra saved me, I wanted to repay him, I guess. We became closer friends in the following months. After everything that I'd been through for so long, it ended so abruptly. Mr. H disappeared, and Izaya never told me what happened after I left that apartment. He could have killed him. It didn't matter. I would never be rid of Mr. H. Because he left something else with me, that caused me to drop out for almost a year.