A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

((Mmm, yes it would be >w<))

Sora laughed as he heard the exasperated "Finally!" come from behind the shut door from Ryota. He'd gotten on his nerves, and then the blonde had been over-joyed for him to finally leave. That was kind of an accomplishment, to annoy an extreme-annoyer. A.K.A., Ryota. Only Tobi managed to do that on a daily basis. He walked to the town, taking only ten to fifteen minutes or something, looking around for something to do. Definitely a lot better than being cooped up with Ryota. He found their tavern-ish thing which was an open food stand to buy quick things or sit down and eat. He'd kill time here.

((XD woot!! Ryota would probably have low tolerance for alcohol, knowing him XD))

Ryota laid down on the couch, stretching out so that his feet hung over the edge, satisfied that Sora had finally left, but annoyed with himself that he had let Sora annoy him that much. He rolled onto his stomach and hissed, the wounds on his ribs having more pressure on them than he'd like, but he kept his newly broken arm out of the way. He sighed and closed his eyes, wondering how much sleep he could get there before someone woke him up.

((That would work to Sora's advantage *shifty eyes* ^w^))

Sora had ordered a bite to eat along with sake. Thankfully to his high tolerance to alcohol he could drink a relatively fair amount and only be on the verge of tipsy. He liked being in this kind of atmosphere. He was easy to get along with with the other customers there so they had some good laughs. When he was done and he'd payed for his stuff he walked out, only to be stopped when someone grabbed his shoulder from behind. He stopped and turned around, finding one of the guys from the place, drunk.

((Okay! Should I totally have Sora raped by a drunky?))

((WOOT!! XD im sure Ryota would have no problem with that))

Ryota slept for an hour or so before getting up and grabbing himself something to eat, moving slowly and painfully, holding his broken arm over his wounds, all the injured parts of him in the same area, so if someone hit him there it would really hurt. He ate quickly, back on the couch and watching some tv, before falling asleep again, his body needing sleep to heal.

(For noooooww)

Sora had tried using his knife on him, but the drunk was having a smooth time evading his attacks for definite reasons unknown. No one had ever managed to dodge his attacks like this, and eventually the guy had even managed to steal his knife and toss it somewhere in a dark alley. Sora wasn't sure what was going to happen. Weirdo drunky trying to fight him or something. He'd only get himself in trouble if he beat the guy up now, so he tried to keep calm and wait. Waiting wasn't what the guy had planned. He had Sora on the ground in seconds flat, which was quite the record set in years. Sora tried to get him off but he was heavy and too strong. Why wasn't he like other drunks? Other drunks were weak and stupid and uncoordinated. Unless he was feigning drunkness....then Sora had no idea why this was different. The man had his pants with numerous belts jerks off or broken off, stripping his lower half, much to his horror. He hadn't expected as much pain that had happened when the man thrust in. He screamed as the guy above him laughed and picked a rhythm up.

Ryota woke up to Hidan pushing him off of the couch, and leaving him on the floor as he took over, so Ryota struggled to his feet, his throat hurting now after the yelp of pain as he hit the ground. He sat up and leaned his back against the front of the couch, not too pleased that his spot had been stolen from him, but he watched with the Jashinist was watching now, having nothing better to do. All he knew was that Sora was somewhere else, not knowing weather he was in the bse or not, or what he was doing.

Sora had been left with his clothes ripped, he was bleeding. He must have looked like a mess. He didn't even think the guy had been totally drunk either. Not with the way he could react to Sora's resistance. He grabbed his clothes that had been taken off and could still probably be worn or fixed at least, staggering as he tried to get up. The guy had left him cold and shivering, hurting, on the ground. Now he had to get back to the base.....somehow. He didn't even think he'd make it out of town with how much he was hurting. Leave it to him to get raped by a guy! Just his luck. He felt sick to his stomach, along with hurting everywhere. Even when he managed to get back into the base, how was he supposed to explain the situation of why he looked like this if anyone saw him sneaking back in? He limped as best as he could, hoping he'd make it back at least.

((aww, poor Sora. Ryotas going to have fun with that one XD))

Ryota dozed off a bit as he watched Tv, but Hidan kicked him in the back of the head every time his head started to droop, apparently wanting to keep him awake. "Jackass" he muttered, smacking Hidan's leg weakly, too tired to do any real damage. He got a laugh from the albino at that, and he sighed, getting to his feet and slowly walking down the hall, headed to his room.

((Probably X3>))

Sora tripped dozens of times, so he was kind of cut up by now. He finally had managed to near the base, so he was thankful for that. He must have been gone for hours at this point. He didn't know how long exactly, but he knew it had to be more than four or five. Or something. He wasn't thinking straight right now. He felt so violated. He didn't even know what to say. Coming to the base, he listened for people, trying to keep away from anyone. Especially Ryota. He was probably smart enough to guess what had happened. Or close to it.

Ryota was walking to his room when he was sure he saw Sora, rolling his eyes before actually looking at him properly. "What the fuck? You look like you got raped or something" he commented with a snort of laughter, having no idea that he was right. But he really did. He was all but up, and looked like he was having difficulty walking in a way that just looked like he'd been raped.

Sora winced and glared. "You have no idea, idiot," he said, flipping him off before making himself move to keep on going. Well, so much for Ryota not seeing. Ah well. He had to get a change of clothes and shower. Shower first. He'd never felt this disgusting in his life. He pulled off what remained of his clothes when he got in the bathroom, not even wanting to look at his body right now.

Ryota stopped and looked at him, confused. "Wait. . . did you really!?" he asked, pausing for a moment before he burst out laughing, doubling over as the redhead left, presumable going to get a shower. He sank to his knees in the hallway, clutching his middle, which hurt like hell while he laughed, the wounds not making it any easier. Really, the idea of Sora getting raped just made him laugh. That's it. He did find it a bit creepy, but it was mostly hilarious just because it was Sora.

Sora couldn't touch any part of his body because it hurt too much. He just stod in the shower, waiting to feel better. He swore he could hear Ryota's laughing above the sound of the shower water and he cursed at him. Of course Ryota would find it funny until the day he got raped too. But would he, he wondered? The kid never left this place and he wasn't the most attractive around. Physically and personality wise. When Sora stepped out he looked at the mirror, looking at what he could see from the steam-covered glass. Mostly bruises and cuts. Still, they didn't look any good. No wonder he hurt as much as he did right now. He wasn't even going to touch the clothes against him again. He grabbed them but didn't put them on. Wrapped the towel around his waist he walked out, heading for the shared room so he could change.

Ryota got up a minute or so after Sora went to have a shower, getting up, till holding his ribs, the wounds inflicted by the redhead aching from his laughter. He walked back to his room, where he had been headed originally, but he was awake now, though he could probably fall asleep easily anyways. He giggled randomly as he walked, each time the thought passed through his head. He collapsed onto his bed after closing the door, letting out a hiss, and then another laugh. He just couldn't help himself.

Ryota was in the room by the time he was in there. Probably fell asleep when he was in the shower. He didn't need a light on to change, and he didn't want a light on right now anyway. He tossed his torn clothes in a corner, planning on burning them in the morning. He kept the towel around his waist as he rummaged quietly for clean clothes and different boxers. He'd be burning the ones he'd been wearing too. They were soaked in blood and other substances that made him shiver at the thought. Also made him feel dirty and sick again. He threw the idea out of his mind, finding a pair to put on. Dropping the towel and trying his best to get them on quickly without wincing or hurting too bad, he grabbed clothes next. Once that arduous task was done, he fell to the ground, exhausted and sore. He fell asleep as soon as he hit the floor.

Ryota was about half concious when Sora walked in, his eyes closed and his body completely still. He fell asleep soon after, which was when he started tossing and turning, as usual. His dreams were like he was on crack or something though, which happened often enough, and made him laugh when he recalled them, but they were the kind of thing he mind would come up with.

Sora continuously and annoyingly kept waking up in the night because Ryota was a loud sleeper. Even unconscious he could manage making a lot of noise to keep people up. Sora tried to get away from him by moving as far back as he could, but it wasn't that far. His room was too messy to really get comfortable and away from him. If he didn't hurt so much right now, he'd get up and pour water on him just to get him to stop. Though that would really just trigger a fight. He wasn't up for that right now. He toned him out when he was really tired, so it wasn't all that bad.....supposedly.

Ryota woke up in the middle of the night, he would guess,his stomach growling. He got up and stumbled to the door, tripping over various piles of crap. He walked out the door, blinking to clear his eyes as he walked to the kitchen. He knew his way around that like the back of his hand, so he didn't need to see it, so he rummaged through cupboards in the dark until a light flicked on. His eyes widened and his head snapped to look to the door, frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights. He wasn't even too sure why, because it wasn't like he was going to be in trouble by whoever it was. It just happened to be Hidan, apparently looking for food as well, so the two searched in silence except for the occasional curse. Once they were done with finding and eating what they could the blonde headed back to his room, tired by this point. He tripped over something on his floor and fell over, completely forgeting that Sora was staying with him, so he was next to the redhead on the floor, too tired to notice, and he fell asleep.

Sora groaned as he felt consciousness slipping back to him, along with all the pain of last night and the memories. He really wanted to go back to sleep now. The thoughts of this stuff was sick. His body was stiff from not moving in his sleep and having been so sore. He forced himself up because he wanted another shower badly. He felt disgusting again, and he expected to feel so until he forgot about the experience.

Ryota woke up as Sora stirred, not having been too deeply asleep anymore anyways. He lay still, hoping sleep would claim his again, but nothing happened so he sighed, getting up from where he was on the floor. He looked like the living dead, his arm hanging weird since it was broken, even though it was wrapped up, and he was hunched over with pain in his sides, plus tiredness, and his face was pale, sleeping on the floor not have been making it any better, plus the dark bags under his half-lidded eyes. He collapsed onto the couch and stared at a spot on the wall, not concious enough to do anything else, but not unconcious enough to sleep. Halfway between technically.

Sora got up and limped to the bathroom, stripping as best as he could without hurting. He turned the water on and got in, leaning heavily against the wall. The warm water felt good, but it didn't feel like it was enough. It hadn't last night and it didn't right now. He hadn't felt this bad or gross even when he'd first had sex. Sex! That could be how he could fix this feeling. When he felt a bit more able, he'd go out and find a bunch of girls to have sex with. Then maybe the memories of being raped by another guy wouldn't be so bad. He shut the water off and climbed out, drying off and dressing, weakly limping back out.

((XD why go find some girls to have sex with when Ryota's right there?? lol thatd be awesome))

Ryota turned on the TV while he was just sitting there, and staring at that, so he didn't look like he was just sitting there. He wasn't taking in anything he was watching, so he just stared into space, his mind absolutely blank. He figured that was what zombies would feel like. That was one of the only things going through his mind as he waited for something to happen, or to wake up more.

((Yeaaaah, well, he's not sure about it yet, sooooo, keep Ryota patient for now ^^))

Sora moved over to the kitchen, hoping not to run in to any Akatsuki members who'd ask about his condition, as to why he looked like a mess. It was easy to tell something was wrong with him at the moment since he was rather pale, shadows under his eyes, limping, of course, and bruises and cuts everywhere. He looked pretty bad, so no doubt even Hidan or Kakuzu would notice this. He'd rather avoid that, just sit in solitude, even if it was the kitchen floor.

((XD okay, ill try. he can be a bit impatient though))

Ryota sat there for a bit longer, not as hungry as he would normally be, since he ate in the middle of the night, but of course he had nothing better to do, and eventually he was hungry enough to need something. He got up and dragged his feet to the kitchen, swaying unintentionally as he walked. When he was inside the room he raised an eyebrow to see Sora there, seeing his beaten up condition he cracked a smile, unable to help but laugh, even this early in the morning.

Sora cracked his eyes open a bit to see Ryota standing there laughing. Well, he'd heard him first and was just checking to make sure he was really there and not a figment of his imagination. Or just a loud nightmare. Fevers tended to give him those. "What are you laughing at," he growled, not even using it as a question. "You look no better. And the best part is; that was all self-inflicted."