Tobirama:

Seeing him laying there.

So small compared to him.

His throbbing member forced inside.

Good God, I can't...

I can't handle it.

It's awful.

Never again.

Never again...

Izuna:

I woke up in the softest bed I'd ever laid in. Analyse! All my training told me to quickly gather information.

"Don't worry", a soft voice said. "You're not in danger. You're safe."

I opened my eyes to a large bedroom that went in dark grey and black and plush furniture, matched by the grey lights from outside. Next to me sat Tobirama, dressed in lounge trousers and a cardigan, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.

"Tobes..."

"Izuna... May I?" He pointed to my bedsheets, and I held out my arms, desperate for him to cuddle me.

And he did, crawling under the sheets with me, holding me close. He'd changed my clothes to soft trousers and a ginormous T-shirt that smelled of his skin, and I felt freshly showered so he must've bathed me. I curled up into a ball in them and nuzzled Tobirama's chest.

"Mmm", I said contentedly.

"Izuna, my love, are you okay?"

"I am now", I said truthfully.

He looked at me earnestly. "Are you in pain?" He seemed so worried, so caring. It melted my heart.

"No", I said calmly.

"Sorry I couldn't come earlier", he said.

"What?" I asked.

"You were thirty minutes late. I asked that bartender of yours if he knew where you were, and he said he'd seen you go to the bathrooms. I should've realised something was up much, much earlier. I keep..." He swallowed, suddenly teary. He hid his mouth behind his hand. "I keep making such awful mistakes!"

"Tobes, no, you saved me! God only knows what had become of me if you hadn't showed up when you did!"

"First, I kill your lover. Then, I rape you. Then I have you watch torture. And now this!" I could hear by his voice he was starting to panic.

"Tobirama, wait-"

"I can't handle it, Izuna!" he wailed. "I don't want to live anymore! I want to end my life so bad, it consumes all my life! It's the only thing I think about from the moment I wake up to the moment I sleep. I can't take it! I want it to stop!" He started crying then, and I held him so close to my body, it was as if we merged into one, body and soul. "Make it stop..."

"Tobirama." I took his face in my hands. I believed I knew him well enough to know what he needed. "I need you." He looked at me in surprise. "I've just been raped. I need you to take care of me. Please."

He looked at me, but then he nodded. "Of course. God, I'm so sorry. Of course I'll take care of you."

And he did.

He cooked me breakfast.

He brought the scones and tea and fruit and Greek yoghurt to bed.

He brought his laptop and asked me which film I wanted to watch, and we watched it.

He made us crunch wraps in bed for lunch.

And we talked.

We talked and talked and talked and talked.

About anything, really.

Our childhoods.

Our university degrees.

Tobirama told me he'd gotten a goldfish as a university student, and had loved it so much and mourned it so violently when it died that he'd realised he could never have children, or even pets.

He asked me about the rape.

I asked him what had happened to Madara.

"In a secure hospital ward. I did him dirty, but he'll live."

He asked me what I wanted for dinner. It had been hours since lunch and I was really hungry. I cuddled up under the duvet and looked sweetly up at him.

"I don't want food. I want snacks. Can't we just have snacks for dinner?"

He smiled at me then as if I were the most precious thing in the world.

He actually went out and got us snacks. I felt terrible as I thought he'd just bring things he had at home. But he got out and got us sweet potato puffs, lentil cakes with sour cream and onion flavour, marinated olives, cherry tomatoes, crackers with guava jam and cashew cheese, cucumber and carrot sticks with a dip and one mug each with homemade cookie dough he'd whipped up quickly.

"Tobirama, thank you", I said, looking up at him with large eyes.

He planted a kiss on my forehead. "There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you." He looked at something far, far away then. "Quite literally."

At that moment, we felt so much like a couple it made my heart hurt.

I only left the bed to go to the vast en suite.

"Is this your mansion to which you kidnapped me?" I asked.

"No", Tobirama said with a laugh. "I sold that last week. This is an apartment on the outskirts of the city."

"It's beautiful."

"Thank you. I earned a good bit of money from the sale of my mansion. I'll use that and the money I got for damages to do something I've thought about for a while."

I was curious. "What is that?"

"I..." Tobirama thought fo a while. "I think I wanna wait before I tell you. I want to make it reality first."

I took his hand, and he automatically entwined our fingers. "Tell me if I can do anything to help."

"Thank you, Izuna."

When I stood in his doorway to leave, I looked at him earnestly.

"Tobes... What you said... I respect if you need some space. I won't contact you until you contact me. I understand why you'd need some time to heal." I looked away. "I do, too. So I..." This last part was so hard. "I won't contact you. You contact me."

Tobirama took me into his arms, embraced me so harshly it was as if he tried to preserve my shape on his body. "I love you, Izuna", he murmured.

"I love you, too."

And I left.

Madara was brought to court. The trial was even quicker and dirtier than Tobirama's had been.

I was sitting in the audience this time, Cassandra by my side, and I felt a disgust when looking at the man I had never before experienced.

"One question", the lawyer asked him. "What was your motives behind giving your location out to Mr Emil Evergreen, head of police?"

Madara leaned back in his chair, his shirt straining over his chest, and smirked. "I still considered the mafia in the build-up phase. Us growing so fast attracted so many rookies. I needed to get rid of them. Easier to let the police do my dirty work for me." Oh, you sick son of a bitch. "Also, to see I still had so much control over little blondie... Made my mouth water. I could make him do whatever the fuck I wanted." At this, I had stood up, my chair scraping on the floor, causing the entire room to look my way and Cassandra had to hold me back.

Madara had smirked. "This is his whore. No wonder." He eyed me appreciatively up and down, and I felt I might throw up.

Either way, Madara was sentenced to lifetime in the most highly guarded prison in the country, and transported away, looking like a madman.