Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Call Me Onii-chan... Call Me Your Koibito ❯ Blessed Deliverance ( Chapter 4 )

It was still dark. Jou thought of his real, honest-to-goodness little sister, Shizuka, and decided she'd be generous enough to let him stay at her place for a while. He hadn't wanted to bring Shizuka to Mai's because it just didn't feel right. Instead, he'd rented out a neat little apartment for her where she could do as she liked, and he visited her every now and then.

Still, barging into her apartment in the middle of the night wasn't the greatest idea. He stopped at a payphone, and was about to dial her number when three figures caught his attention. They were hurrying out of a dark alley to a waiting limousine. One of the figures was oddly familiar-looking…

Jou crouched in the shadows of the phone booth and listened. "We really should have just screwed her while she was knocked out," one of the shadowy figures said. "Nah," another figure said, "it wouldn't have been fun. Would've been like screwing a dead body." There was snorting laughter at this, and the main figure amongst them, as he stepped into the limo, added, "It wouldn't have been worth my seed on a little bitch like her anyway." A ray of light caught on him as he closed the door. Jou froze. Kokorin! He was the guy Nakomi had been seeing, the same guy she'd gone out with tonight. Jou clenched his fists. Where was Nako-chan, then? As soon as the car pulled away from the curb, Jou darted into the alley, fearing the worst.

She was limp, covered in cuts and blood, and nearly naked. Jou fell to his knees beside her, amongst the remains of her shredded clothes, and gently slipping his arm behind her head, tried to wake her up. Her breathing was shallow and raspy. His vision grew blurry as he rocked her back and forth, murmuring, "Nako-chan… wake up. Please. Wake up. Don't give up on me now, darling. Open your eyes. I need you…"

A weak whisper. "Onii-chan…"

His head was bent, and she could feel his warm tears washing away the blood on her cold cheeks.

"Shhhh…"

Her frightened, swollen eyes looked up at him. "They didn't… they didn't… do… anything… with me… did… they?"

His pent-up grief was still running from his eyes. "No," he whispered, holding her closer, "no, but I'll make them pay for what they did to you. I'll make them regret every single moment…"

"I'm so cold… so cold… and I'm… glad… you came… onii… onii-chan…" She collapsed in his arms.

He stripped off his jacket and gently wrapped her in it. Then, scooping her up, he ran like the wind for Shizuka's.