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His hand was wrapped around your neck, pushing his palm down on your esophagus. A towel was rammed between your teeth, muffling your cries as you laid there helplessly on the bathroom counter of a dinky bar. Your hands were behind you and you cursed yourself for being so foolish as to get yourself into such a situation.
Your make up burned your eyes as they welled up with tears, streaming down your face as you stared up at the ceiling to say a silent prayer for mercy. Without regard, this stranger continued to force himself into you, his large body sweating against your hastily pushed aside clothing.
For a moment, you were there, feeling this man violate you in a way no one ever had before. You protested, but no one outside the bar thought any different, for patrons frequently disappeared behind the bathroom door to fool around. But this time, it was different.
It had happened so quickly that you weren’t sure this was real. The bartender had walked away, getting more ice for his drinks as the man next to you slipped something in yours while your eyes had followed the bartender. It wasn’t a few sips of your drink later had you begun to feel woozy, your limbs feeling like cinderblocks. You had felt yourself slipping from your chair, and the man next to you had asked you what was wrong and offered to call you a cab, ushering you towards the door with a nod of approval from the busy bartender.
And now you were here, your body practically paralyzed at this point and there was nothing you could do about it. He had shoved you into the bathroom when no one was looking and proceeded to take advantage of you. Right now, you felt yourself begin to grow distant from the situation, almost as if you were looking down on this bull of a man huffing above you uncontrollably.
You had probably fainted under the stress of the situation. Your fight or flight instinct wore itself out as you had tried to fight back and your body couldn’t, therefore you internalized the fight and caused yourself to panic.
The next thing you knew, you had finally come to with the weight of the hairy man being pulled off of you. You slid off the counter and onto the floor, your sweat stained face sticking to the grime in between the tiles.
“Kakashi?” you moaned, seeing a blur of white kick open the bathroom door, dragging the man out by the scruff of his shirt, his pants still pooled at his ankles.
“Filthy piece of shit,” Kakashi threw him up against the wall, other bar patrons scurrying away.
“What’s going on here?” the bartender came from behind his post, arms flailing as Kakashi pinned the still exposed man to the wall. He threw a punch at the man who tried to fight back with no avail. You closed your eyes under their heavy weight and your ears picked up the sound of a thousand birds chirping at once followed by a thump to the ground.
“What happened?” the bartender screamed. “What did you do?!”
“Perhaps you should keep aware of your surroundings, Moichi,” Kakashi spat, walking back into the bathroom to gather you. Your head was spinning and your limbs felt like 60-pound weights as he heaved you into his arms. You groaned, feeling your throat begin to ache as you held back your sobs.
“She hasn’t paid for that drink! And neither did he! What am I supposed to do with him?”
Kakashi ignored him as he carried you out of the bar, onlookers staring in awe of the scene that had unfolded before them. Your hearing tuned in and out, as did your consciousness as the door slammed behind the two of you.
* * * *
When you finally came to again, you weren’t at home. The harsh reality of what had happened came pummeling down on you as you sat up in bed, surrounded by a place that wasn’t yours. You were at Kakashi’s apartment, a place you had only been to a handful of times during the year the two of you had been dating. You threw the sheets off, panic engulfing your every nerve. You headed towards the bathroom and emptied your stomach into the toilet bowl.
Your breathing came in heavy heaves, your knees shaking as you turned to the shower and opened the faucet to the hottest temperature. You didn’t take your clothes off, but instead, you just stepped under the burning water, scrubbing yourself with your nails- anything to get the feel of that man off of you.
You panicked more when you realized the feeling wasn’t going away. You began to sob, running your fingers through your tangled mess of hair. Falling to your knees, you began to cry harder, doubling over and clenching your teeth enough to almost break your jaw.
“[y/n]?” You heard a voice, but you didn’t move. Kakashi opened the bathroom door, finding you curled up on his shower floor, a sobbing mess. He dropped the bag he was holding and quickly opened the shower door, turning the water off.
He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as you cried uncontrollably into his chest. Your voice cracked as you sobbed angrily. You gripped his shirt, soaking his clothes through as he tried to soothe you with his words.
“You’re fine now,” he tried to tell you. “No one is going to hurt you. I promise. I’m here. Please, stop crying, [y/n]. Look at me—just breathe, okay?”
“Why did this happen to me?” you asked, a fist pounding at his chest. He grabbed your hand, pulling it away.
“I don’t know,” he told you honestly, pulling a towel off the wall as he sat on the ground with you.
You began to sob harder, your fist clenching at his shirt. He wrapped the towel around you and picked you up, water leaving a trail off of your clothes as he carried you back to bed. Your head was spinning.
He laid you down and you turned to your side, curling yourself in a ball of self-pity. He squatted down next to you, becoming eye level with you as he pushed away wet strands of hair from your face. He waited, watching you as you cried while his fingers carefully grazed over your temple. He was unsure of how to comfort you, so he tried his best to just be there.
“Why me?” you asked him, your chin quivering as you opened your eyes to meet his. “Why did this happen to me? Does this make me weak?”
“No,” he quickly answered. “Don’t think like that. This could have happened to anyone.”
“He put something in my drink,” you told him through labored breaths. “He drugged me. And that’s why I couldn’t get away. I’m not weak and defenseless, I swear.”
“[y/n],” he began quietly, “listen to me. You are not weak-”
“But I am not a shinobi like you,” you protested quickly. “If I had abilities like you, I could’ve prevented this and-and-”
“I said listen to me,” he cut you off, his tone stern. “You are not weak. This does not make you any less of a person, nor do I think badly of you because of it. This was an isolated incident. You are a strong, caring, beautiful person. Do not - listen to me- do not think of yourself as a victim. You survived this.”
You trembled at his words, gripping his pillow as you buried your face in it. He frowned, his chin quivering as he looked up and out of his window above your head.
“I think I should take you to the hospital,” he told you suddenly. “to make sure you’re okay.”
You shook your head, feeling the panic rise in you again, “No, I’m fine. Please.”
His single eye stared back at you with a sad expression, one that you had never seen before directed at you, only at the past.
“Please, [y/n],” he pleaded with you, pushing your wet hair out of your face as you sat up. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Do this for me.”
“Why?” you looked up at him, “why are you doing this?”
“Because I care about you,” Kakashi knitting his eyebrows together.
“Why?”
“Why do I care about you? Because I do.” He retorted, losing his soothing tone.
“You have no reason to care for me. I have nothing to give you. I’m not a shinobi. I am a villager who you happen to be attracted to.”
“Is that why you think I’m with you? Because I just find you attractive?” he looked up at you, his tone hurt.
“That is what he saw me as,” you hiccuped, looking away. “He saw me as a piece of meat so that must be all I have to offer.”
“You have a twisted sense of reality if that is what you think,” Kakashi began, pulling his mask down. “The day I met you, I did find you attractive. But learning more about you is what made me love you. I see what you are doing right now, and it’s not going to work on me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stood up from the bed, throwing the pillow off of your lap. Your knees wobbled and he stood up quickly to grab your shoulder, pushing you back down.
“Stop,” he told you sternly, kneeling back down in front of you. “Sit down and listen to me. I want to be with you, and if you think something like this is going to distort the way I think about you, then you’re wrong. I’m here for you. I care about you, please understand that.”
You started to cry again, pulling your lips into your mouth and closing your eyes. He shook his head, not knowing what had set you off this time. Carefully, he pulled you into his arms, letting you sob into the crook of his neck. You grasped at his shirt, pulling him closer.
“Thank you,” you managed.
* * * * *
7 months had passed since your assault. The man who had raped you was long dead and buried thanks to the Kakashi’s chidori. Every day since then had been a struggle. Going out in public had been a task in and of itself. For the first few weeks, you didn’t want to be alone, so you continuously stayed with Kakashi, whether at his apartment or him at yours. When he went on missions, you were a wreck. You were constantly checking the locks of your apartment to make sure that they were secure. If they weren’t you walked around the house with a kitchen knife, just in case someone had walked in while you weren’t looking.
When he was home, he took care of you, despite the fact that you tried to do it yourself and failed miserably. The first few days, he had to remind you to shower, not because you smelled, but because you had been sitting in the same spot for days.
The two of you hadn’t been intimate since before the incident. You longed for his touch, but every time he attempted you had shuddered and turned away. He tried not to take it personally, but as time grew on he became frustrated with himself, not knowing how to help you.
Today, you stood in the mirror, looking at yourself in your underwear. The ribs that were visible a few weeks ago had finally filled in, and the pinkish glow to your skin had returned also. You heaved a heavy sigh, pulling your hair up in a bun and dabbing some makeup on that you hadn’t touched in months.
You smiled at yourself or at least attempted to as if to reassure yourself that everything would be fine. Finally, you opened the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom.
Kakashi laid dozing in his undershirt, his mask still pulled over his face and his book opened on his chest. His forehead protector sat on the nightstand exposing both of his eyes, a sight you loved to see. You watched as his chin bobbed down to his chest as he fell in and out of sleep. For a minute you sat and stared, a genuine smile gracing your lips as you thought about what a beautiful man he was for caring for you. If you were him, you probably would have left yourself quite awhile ago what with all the irrational arguments.
You cleared your throat, leaning against the wall as you fixed your bra strap. Slowly, he lifted his head, blinking a few times as he became reacquainted with his surroundings. Finally, he looked up at you, blinking a few times as if he wasn’t sure he was seeing correctly. Finally, he smiled.
“Hm,” he looked you up and down, setting his book aside. “That looks nice.”
You smiled, trying your best to swing your hips as you walked up to him, sitting down on the end of the bed. He lifted his eyebrows, smirking behind his mask.
“Modeling for me?” he asked, unsure of what to say. His eyes flickered down to your breasts and shoulders before quickly returning to your eyes. His nose twitched, smelling your perfume. You took in a shaky breath.
“Oh,” he said, realizing. “Oh.”
“Is- is that okay?” you quickly asked, your face falling.
“No, no!” he responded, eyes wide. “Of course, it is.”
You attempted to smile, leaning into him. He looked down at you, hooking a finger under his mask and pulling it down. He smiled at you, unsure as he searched your face. His touch made you feel like he was trying not to break you. Carefully, he leaned down and put his lips to yours, wrapping an arm around you. You held his arm, squeezing his bicep as you wrapped your bare legs around him. He wrapped his arm around your waist and swiftly flipped you over on your back, his lips still on yours.
He pulled away, already breathless as he searched your face again.
“Are you sure?” he asked you, his eyes looking into yours. You nodded your head, pursing your lips.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he told you, his face concerned as he shifted his weight to his elbows.
“I want this,” you breathed, threading your fingers through his hair.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured against your mouth. Carefully he enveloped his lips with yours, gentle at first before quickly growing hungry. You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands slid down your waist, calloused fingers rough against your skin yet it ignited a flame inside you like nothing you’d ever felt. He pushed his palm up, cupping your breast in his hand and you inhaled sharply, both in surprise and arousal.
“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized, pulling away “I should’ve been more -”
“No,” you grabbed his wrist, returning it to your chest, “I like it.”
He smiled at you, searching your face with a gentle gaze.
“I love you,” he whispered to you, leaning over to turn off the light on the nightstand. Quietly, he buried his face in your chest, hands roaming over your skin like a hungry wolf searching to be satisfied.
“I love you too,” you murmured into his silver hair, “and thank you.”