Hi! Well, I'm glad to be back you guys, my awesome HitsuHina fans! Anyway, some of you remember that this was an old fic. and it was deleted by the hackers. But now, it's back and it's better than the first version and it's very angsty/hurt/comfort....but don't worry it was its romantic HitsuHina scenes... Oh yeah..... xP... Anyway, I still haven't finished my Naruto fic but I will soon cuz I just need like... 3 more chapters? I wanted to upload this fic. sooner cuz I felt like it... hehehehe. Anyway, enjoy!!! If there's ANY grammar mistake, tell me. Flamers and Critics are welcome! And, review!

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Note: I'm still having trouble with the summary... but so far, this is what I have for the summary.

Summary: Written Pain: that's what it is. With a dead mother, unknown father, and no family whatsoever, she's sent to foster care. Thinking that everything will be better was her first mistake, and falling in love with him was her second.

Clothes scattered on the floor, moans filled the hot room as the two made their way on the bed. The prostitute underneath him smirked in ecstasy, completely forgetting about her sixteen year old daughter sleeping next door.

Oh yes, sex was great for her. And what was even better? The myriad amount of money she received almost every single day.

At day, she was a mother. At night, she was a prostitute.

With the large amount of money she received from wealthy, rich (and sometimes) married men, she supported herself and her daughter. She knew that her daughter did not like the idea of her using her body in such a way, and surprisingly enough, Asia did not want her daughter making the same mistakes that she had committed when she was just twelve years-old.

Asia wanted her daughter to become an astronaut, a teacher, a doctor, a scientist, a senator…anything but a prostitute, a whore, a slut.

More than half of the students at her daughter's school know her reputation, though Asia did not care what anybody else thought of her. However, she did care about how others treated her only child.

It wasn't her daughter's fault; nonetheless, everyone else blamed Momo Hinamori for everything.

Asia's daughter only had one friend, but when the friend's parents had found out about Asia's reputation, they had demanded their little girl to end her friendship with Momo. Ever since that time, nine years ago, Momo has not had a friend.

Asia knew that her daughter's isolation in school was because of her, and to make her daughter feel better about life, Asia acted like a teenager herself and became that friend that her daughter needed.

On some Saturday or Sunday nights, they would go to the movie theaters and watch movie of romance and crime category. Or, they would go to musicals such as Phantom of the Opera. Ice skating and teen clubs were also a few things the two done or gone to as well.

The prostitute smiled as the man above her touched her the right way.

Yes, sex was great.

As things soon got steamier, she had not realized her client grab a pillow from her bed and suddenly place it over her face.

Realization hitting her, and hard, her eyes opened though she quickly closed them as the soft fabric of the pillow uncomfortably touched them. Naked with her heart pounding against her chest, she began to kick as the man above her applied more force, causing her to scream and cough at the same time. Ignoring the pain from her kicking, he continued to strangle her.

Asia's kicking and screaming soon ceased. Her chest halted its rise and descend as a final thought went through her head.

This strange, murderous man being in the same apartment as her virgin sixteen year-old child.

~ * ~

Momo's head snapped back up as she heard the door opened. Tensing, she looked at the female cop as she entered with a smile on her face.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked, kneeling in one leg in front of the paranoid teenager.

Momo nodded, lying and knowing that the officer knew about it, as she pulled her ripped shirt up, covering her blue bra.

Noticing that she was still wearing the ripped clothes and her undergarments were partially showing, the female officer stood up. "I'll get you some new clothes before any male sees you."

After seeing her nod, the cop left the girl alone again.

Even though she was still traumatized about what had happened hours ago, she was glad that it was a female cop helping her out and not a male one. She would faint in embarrassment if she had to tell a male all of the things that had occurred to her after the death of her mother.

More tears rained down her face as the cold fact hit her: her mother is dead.

~ * ~

"The prostitute is dead and her child killed the murderer!"

"You think she killed her mother? I know she must feel embarrassed with her mother being a whore and all, but killing her own mother and her client was a little too extreme."

"According to police, she didn't kill her mother; the guy the slut was sleeping with killed her."

"So then, the slut's daughter killed the man? Whoa…."

"Seems like it…"

With a blanket wrapped around her injured body, Momo walked out of her apartment building with her head hung low and tears falling on the cold ground, avoiding everyone else's stares as she was lead into the officers' vehicle.

She noticed the ambulance trucks still there, one of them carrying her mother while the other carried her mother's murderer.

~ * ~

"Here you go, sweetie."

Breaking her chain of thoughts, she looked up as the female cop handed her a bag. Momo looked questioningly at her.

"It's a blue tee-shirt, black sweat pants and black sneakers. Put it on. The bathroom's over there and if you need anything else, call me. I'll be right here."

Nodding, she got up, wincing at the pain on her bruised thighs, and headed to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the door and locked it, though she didn't have to since the officer outside was a woman. As she began to take off her ripped and now useless clothes, memories came back to her again.

~ * ~

Her body ached terribly as she sat on the back seat of the police car. Two officers were sitting in front while a female cop was sitting beside her, her arms wrapped around her shivering frame.

She tried to control her sobs, not wanting to cry around three officers, but couldn't. Her mother's death and the beating the man had given her before she had finally taken him down were causing her tears to come out uncontrollably.

She continued asking herself why did this have to happen to her out of the billion people living on the planet. Her mother was dead and she had no relative at all.

As the car halted in front of the police station, she put her head down as she noticed photographers being ushered out by the cops.

"Did the girl kill her mother? Did she kill the man her mother was with?"

"How old is the girl and is she a whore like her mother?"

"Will the girl get life-in-prison for killing her mother and the man she was with?"

"Get out of here now before I lock all of you in!" the cop threatened.

The nosy photographers stepped back, and as soon as they noticed the girl step out of the vehicle, they simultaneously began to take pictures. However, because she was covered with a blanket from head to toe, the photographers couldn't see her face or any part of her frame at all.

~ * ~

As soon as Momo finished putting on the new sets of clothes, she exited the bathroom with her ripped clothes in hand.

"Give me them. I'm going to look at them to see if there's anything else left from the man that attacked you."

Momo gave a slight nod as the officer grabbed her clothes and placed them inside a white basket.

The teenager didn't know how long she had been in the police station. She was first taken in to a room with three nurses and the same female cop that was attending her and together, they had inspected her body for anything.

Although Momo felt embarrassed being nude in front of the nurses (female, of course), she was fortunate not to have anything else but some serious bruises that they had treated.

Afterwards, they had left her alone for half an hour to gather her thoughts and to think about what had happened before questioning her about it, requested by the same female cop after noticing the horror expression on the girl's face.

And now, she had changed into a new set of clothes and was now waiting for an investigator to come in to ask her what had fully happened.

"Take a seat. Would you like something to drink? Eat?"

Momo shook her head, sitting back down on the chair she was sitting ten minutes ago. The officer grabbed a chair and sat in front of her.

"The investigator is coming in soon to ask you many questions, and you have to answer them so we can help you."

The brunette nodded understandingly.

"Also, since I searched your records and found that you have absolutely no relative. Your father is unknown and your mother was an orphan. Since I don't trust your mother's friends, I am putting you under foster care."

Momo tensed as the words went in one ear and quickly out the other. "Wh-What?"

"Foster care. Your mother's friends are all prostitutes and all of them have horrible records. I can't send you to them if they're going to spend most of their time in bars and sleeping everyday with men. So, I'm putting you under foster care. I know that you're going to have a hard time getting over everything that had happened today, so I'm going to hand you over to a generous woman that I know. She was my foster parent and her name is Jenaline Quentery. So far, she has a fifteen year-old boy under her wing and that's it. She's in her mid fifties but a very caring woman. You'll love her."

Momo nodded, wanting to meet Jenaline already.

"I called Jenaline twenty minutes ago, so she should be here in twenty minutes. It's about a half an hour drive. But, in the meantime, I want you to be ready to answer everything the investigator asks you."

"A-Alright." she replied, though she wasn't sure herself whether she had the strength or not to answer all of the investigator's (whoever he or she was) questions.

At last, the door opened and a bald-headed man stepped inside with a black briefcase in one hand and his large glasses in the other.

"Good morning." the man greeted, walking further into the room.

The female cop greeted him back as Momo suddenly felt nauseous. The man, opening his briefcase and taking out a notepad and pen, grabbed a chair and sat in front of the nervous girl.

"Hello, Miss Hinamori. I'm Mark Ashton and before we start, I want to ask you if you feel comfortable with me asking you all of these questions so sudden."

Meekly, she nodded, another lie.

"Alright then, let's begin." he said. "Tell me everything that happened, from the beginning to the end."

The teenager gave a slight nod. Looking down at her bruised hands, released a sigh. "W-Well, m-my mom was working late at night….in the club…. I think it was around three in the morning when she came home with the man, a-and they started having sex… M-My mom probably thought I was asleep the whole time, but I was awake right after I heard her s-screaming…"

She wiped her tears away and continued telling the story, not wanting to look at the man before her.

"I-I stood behind the d-door, too scared to go out, b-but then he-he came into my r-room a-and…"

~ * ~

Momo jumped back as the naked man entered her room, his chestnut-colored eyes widened. Swallowing hard, she walked back as the man jumped and pushed her down on her bed. A loud scream escaped her mouth as he crawled on top of her and began rip the shirt she was wearing as a pajamas top.

She tried kicking the man, but couldn't as his whole weight was crushing her whole body. She felt his hardened sex organ by her thighs, causing her to shiver in disgust.

Annoyed with her scream, he punched her mouth.

Her head twisted to the side as he attacked her neck with his lips and placed his leg between her legs…

~ * ~

Momo stopped and put her head down, hiding her face with her hands as she placed them before her, and shook her head.

"I think it's better for her to continue tomorrow."

Mark nodded in agreement and stood. "I'm sorry for what happened to you, Miss Hinamori. We can continue this some other time when you feel more comfortable."

Knowing that she wasn't going to reply to him, Mark packed everything up as the cop walked over to him.

"I'll call you when she feels better."

"Thanks, Amy."

Grabbing his suitcase, he said his goodbye to Momo (though not receiving no reply from the sobbing teenager) and opened the door to leave. To his surprise, Jenaline Quentery appeared out of nowhere.

"Jenaline, it's a pleasure to see you."

"Hello, Mark. Pleasure to see you too after all of these months. I see you finished with the girl."

"Actually, I stopped. She can't continue in the state she is in right now."

"Alright." Jenaline nodded. "I'm anxious to meet her. Amy told me about her and I'm excited to help her."

"She needs all the help she can get. Well, I'll see you some other time. Bye."

"Bye."

As Mark left, Jenaline walked inside and smiled at the cop. "Good morning, Amy."

"Good morning, Jenaline."

The officer stood and lead Jenaline towards Momo.

"Momo, this is Jenaline Quentery, she's going to be your foster parent."

Looking up, Momo saw the woman. She was around five-foot-three, in her mid-fifties, with gray hair and small green eyes. She gave a warming grin to Momo as she extended her hand out.

"Hello, Momo. My name is Jenaline Quentery and I'm going to be your foster parent."

Taking her hand out, Momo shook the woman's hand and said a weak hello. She sat quietly as the two women conversed with one another.

"You want me to drive her home first so she can pick up her stuff before taking her to my house?"

Amy pondered for a second, and Momo rose her head up to look at them.

"I want to get my stuff first."

Amy looked at her, surprised since this was the first time since Momo spoke voluntarily. Blinking, the cop sat next to her.

"Are you sure you want to go back to your apartment, especially to your room. Unwanted memories is going to come back."

The teenager nodded. "I know, but I need to get something. I don't want to leave it behind."

An image of her diary came up. No, she couldn't leave It behind.

"Alright then. I'll take you to your home first and then back to my house, where you'll consider your new home."

Momo nodded and stood, waiting for Jenaline to finish speaking with Amy. The ladies spoke about contacting one another later on and getting Momo a psychologist to help her with her problems, especially her quickly developing depression.

Momo wasn't too sure about having a psychologist. She was afraid of telling her problems to a stranger, and more importantly, she was afraid of being judged like the others.

~ * ~

"Hey, isn't her mom a whore?"

"Yeah, and I bet her mom has a bunch of STDs in her nasty body."

"I bet Momo has Herpes or Syphilis as well. I mean, she is the daughter of a whore."

~*~

"Come on, sweetie. Let's go." Jenaline said, touching her shoulder.

Startled, Momo nodded and followed Jenaline downstairs after saying her goodbye to Amy.

Her legs, specifically her thighs, ached as she walked downstairs. She stared at her surroundings and noticed how old fashioned the police station looked. A few officers stared at her, quickly recognizing her, and ashamed, she looked away.

Jenaline opened the door for Momo, giving her a motherly smile. Thanking her, Momo walked out of the station, glad to know that there weren't any photographers around.

But, she quickly stopped on her tracks as she noticed a large rottweiler right in front of her. She had no time to react as the large canine suddenly ran towards her and knocked her down to the ground. She tried to push the animal off her, afraid it'll bite her, as she heard a male voice nearby.

"Hyorinmaru, get off her!"

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