Scarred [Open to 1 Male]

[NekoMata]

Scarred [Closed]

Name: Myajiko Fujiwara
age: 19
Apperance: Waist length red hair, alabaster pale skin, silver eyes flecked with aquamarine. Slender and curvy with 32C bust.
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It all began one lonely spring night. The air was still bitterly cold around me.
I was late returning home. And that would prove to have been a bit of luck for me. Yet my timing was still strangly off.

All I can remember is opening the door. Opening the door to the familiar coppery smell of blood. A scent that hung so thick in the air that you could taste it on your tounge. It made me want to wretch. But I didn't.

I continued on into my ruined house. My parents lay dead on the kitchen floor the tiles stained with blood. I did not cry for them. Then I heard the sounds of a scuffle and one gunshot. I turned striding quickly towards the sound. My blood stained socks silent on the floor. I stood in the doorway a gasp of shock escaping my lips.

My younger sister. Dead in a forming pool of blood. Two men stood near her bags full of property from my house. One turned and spotted me. His gun went up. Yet I could not move, did not move. The shot rang out. My hand went to my stomach. A spot of blood bubbling from under neath the cloth. I fell back. The world went gray around me. As the edges of my concious blurred I prepared to die.

After what seemed like an eternity of darkness light returned. I stirred sitting up in place. The blood stain still fresh. My palm red with blood. And around me, stale death. I stood. Struggling to my feet. I lurched my way out of the house and into the light of the dawn. Were would I go from there I didn't know.

 

[nladisha]

Name: Steve Jacobs
age: 42
Appearance: jet black hair, sprinkled with white and grey, evenly tanned skin, blue eyes. tall, muscular, square jawed, dashingly handsome, broad chested

Steve was driving along the deserted rode, on his way home after a late night at the bar. He wasn't a drinker, but he just enjoyed the atmosphere. Besides, it was a fight night, so the joint was packed with people wagering on the fighters on TV. Steve was a former Special Forces soldier who lived by himself in a trailer out at the edge of town. It wasn't so much that he hated people, but he liked the privacy. It helped make him feel more secure.

Something moving into his headlights made him slow down. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped at what he saw. A girl - a very pretty girl - was staggering along the road. This wasn't some teen stumbling home after an alcohol fueled party. Her shirt was stained dark red with blood from a wound, and blood caked her hands. My god, has she been shot! Steve slammed on the brakes, then jumped out of his truck.

"Young lady?" he asked, running up to the girl. "Are you alright?"

 

[NekoMata]

Myajiko stumbled slightly at the sound of someone talking. The voice sounded so very far away. She pulled her hands away from her stomach. Her palms were red with blood and she was dizay. She looked up squinting in the headlights. There was a car and a man but she could make neither of them out. She was starting to feel dizzy again. She taggered a few more twps and a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen. With a cry she collapsed to her knees shaking wwith a violent fit of coughs. She could taste copper on her throat and tounge and she spit a thick glob of it on to fhe ground.her vision tunneled and blurred. Then eveything went dark and ahe slipped into darkness again.

 

[nladisha]

Steve caught the girl as she collapsed with weakness.My god! The poor thing! Steve tenderly adjusted his grip on her until he had her cradled in his strong arms. The girl needed medical attention immiediately. Of course, Steve didn't trust doctors or hospitals. If he took her to a hospital or clinic, she'd be dead by the time those doctors finally cleared all the paper work needed to admit her. And that was assuming she had insurance. Fortunately, Steve knew all about bullet wounds. He'd learned first aide for gunshot wounds in the military, and kept his skills sharp with annual survival classes. He could treat her at his house. He tenderly bore her into his truck and sped home through the darkness.

His house was located at the end of a long drive, set back from the main road. It was a fortress, capable of withstanding anything from the aftermath of a nuclear apocalypse to a zombie outbreak. Once he'd parked in his driveway, Steve carried the girl into his kitchen and laid her on the floor. Then he got the medical kit and got to work.

Tearing away her bloody shirt, he worked with the speed and efficiency of a field medic, cleaning and dressing the wound and removing the spent bullet. He knew how to treat these sort of wounds. Within a few minutes, he'd done as good a job with his kit as a doctor in one of those fancy hospitals could have done. Then he picked the girl up again, carried her to his bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. He pulled up a chair, and sat down to keep watch over her to make sure she would recover alright.

 

[NekoMata]

She struggled through a hazeof darkness and was surprised to find herself laying on something soft. A cloud perhaps? She wondered if this is what waking up in Heaven was like. Then a sudden pain radiated in her side and she cried out her eyes flying open. As her vision cleared she realized she was not dead. She was in a strange bedroom somewhere. Looking down she realized her abdomen had a bandage covering the place that her pain was radiating from. Then it qll came back to her. The house, the blood, that blinding flash. She had been shot. She bolted upright in a semi dazed panic sending another current of pain ripping through her.

 

[nladisha]

Steve had almost been dozing off in the growing light of the coming dawn when the girl awoke with a start, sitting up much too fast. There was a look of terror and panic in her eyes, though not directed at him, if she even saw him.

"Hey," he told her softly, reaching out to comfort her with a light hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. You're going to be alright." For the first time, he noticed how she was only wearing her bra, now that he'd removed her shirt, and that her large C-cup breasts were bulging inside the garment. But he was too busy trying to comfort the girl to feel aroused by the sight. He rubbed her slightly, like a father comforting his daughter.

 

[NekoMata]

Myajiko jumped slightly as she felt someone touching her. She blinked a few times and then her eyes focused on the man. She suddenly acutely realized she was shirtless and grabbed the blanket to cover her chest blushing furiously. The man sitting on the chair looked to be a bit older than her. But as far as she could tell he mwant her no harm and she was pretty sure he hadnt been the one to shoot her. "Excuse me sir but....who are you and where am I?"

 

[nladisha]

"It's okay, your fine," Steve said soothingly. "My name's Steve Jacobs, and you're at my place. Everything's going to be alright. I cleaned and dressed your wound, and you should be on the mend. You were looking pretty bad last night. What happened to you."

Steve found it kind of cute and endearing the way the girl pulled the sheets over herself, as if she had no top instead of that little bra she wore. Then again, with the way she was panting right about now, it was a wonder her breasts didn't just pop out of her bra. She looked so cute and innocent right about now.

 

[NekoMata]

She listended to the man her eyes wide. As she listenedd she looked about her taaking in hwr surroundings. The room she was in was small but it didnt look all that bad. Sommething about this place gave her a feeling of safety. She peered at him for a moment. He really didnt look like her was giing to harm her so she rellaaxed a little still cover her torso. "Um, well I guess I came home.in the middle if a break in." she said he eyes clouding with tears, "My Mama and Da were already dead and my sister got killed before my eyes.... Then I got shot."

She burst into tears all of a sudden. Her body trembled slightly as the realization set in. She was alone now, all alone.

 

[nladisha]

Steve's jaw fell open as he heard the girl's story. At once, he felt deep sympathy for the girl, and rage. What sort of animals would break into a house and slaughter an entire family? Only a sick monster, that's what. Although he retained a serene, peaceful look on his face, his muscles tightened, as though ready to spring for his gun cabinet and go hunting for those depraved murderers. Instead, he moved to sit on the bed beside the girl, and wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against his chest. He reached over with the other arm and wrapped her in a fatherly embrace.

"It's okay," he tried to console her. "You're safe now. You're okay now." He knew his words probably couldn't take away the pain of loosing ones entire family, but it was the best he could do. He just wanted the girl to stop crying. It hurt him to see her so upset, on top of being wounded. He held her tenderly, trying to comfort her, ignoring the way her big breasts brushed against his chest.

 

[NekoMata]

Myajiko cried a while her body trembling as she sobbed quietly. She rested her forhead against the man's, Steve he hd said his name was, shoulder. Then she suddenly froze. Reaching up she pulled some of her red hair over her shoulder. Normally her hair was a shade of deep scarlet with little streaks of brown and black. But she had been laying in a puddle of blood for gods only knew how long. Her hair was stuck together and had turned a dark muddy red brown. The smell of copper filled her nostrils and she pulled away. Leaning over the edge of the bed she began dry heaving the spasms sending pain ripping through her abdomen.

 

[nladisha]

"Hey, hey, calm down," said Steve, patting the girl's back. He instinctively reached down to massage her stomach to ease the nausea, but then drew back. For one thing, he was a stranger to her, and she might take the guesture wrong. For another, she had been shot in abdomen, and any pressure harder than a light touch might aggrivate the wound and cause more discomfort than simple dry heaves. Nonetheless, his hand did come to rest on her soft belly, and remained there for several seconds.

Steve realized why she might be so sick. "Come on," he said to her. "You need a bath. A really good bath. That might help. And you probably shouldn't be wearing those clothes anymore. Come on, I'll help you to the bathroom." He rose, keeping his arm still wrapped over her shoulders.

 

[NekoMata]

Myajiko trembled as her dry heaves subsided. The presence the his hand on her abdomen soothed her somewhat. She allowed a faint smile at the prospect of a bath. The prospect of a bath appealed to her immensily. Though she may not be able to scrub the memories away, she could at least scrub away all the blood. She stood nodding at him to lead her to the bathroom.