Learn to Trust II
Title: Learn to Trust
Fandom: Girl Got Game
Rating: R
Warning: Noncon and some language
Summary: What if Chiharu Eniwa woke up a bit later than it happened and Kyo Aizawa had different reaction? Would their new relationship together last through the ordeal?
Disclaimer: None of the parts of story belong to me, only to the creator and company of the manga, Girl Got Game. Not of this is made for profit but for entertainment use only.

Chapter one

Chiharu found himself sitting in his boat, floating along the river, a landscape covered by rocks and ice. Downstream, he saw a giant waterfall and he tried to paddle the boat to the shore. He failed when he collided with a rocky icy shore and his boat continued to drift down the river towards the rumbling noise of water.

Chiharu felt his boat tipping over the edge and felt mist landing on his face. He saw an overflowing of water at the bottom of the waterfall and a certain death awaited him. Chiharu felt himself falling down with the waterfall, before he was sure to hit the surface below, he felt a jolt within his body.

“Gwah!” Chiharu yelped, sitting up in his bed, “Damn, it was a dream,” he muttered, panting and realizing that he needed to use the bathroom.

‘Damn, did the dream tell me that I needed to use the bathroom?’ he wondered, getting out of his bed.

He got up, ignoring the bed next to him, scratching his head sleepily and closed the door behind him. After relieving himself, he went to the sink to wash his hands and Chiharu yelped, staring at his face, defiled with marker.

“Aizawa!” he yelled after washing his hands, storming back into the room.

He met an empty mattress when he tried stomping on the blanket. Seething, he looked around for her and found no sight of Aizawa.

“Hey Aizawa?” he called out, walking back towards the bathroom and clenched his fist.

“Where are you, so I can get you for my face!” he yelled, punching his fist.

He met with more silence.

“Okay, so I won’t hurt you, just come out here,” he said, looking over to where a table and found no sign of her.

“Hey, where are you, Aizawa? If you don’t come out right now, I’m searching,” he said, “and I won’t be happy!”

Chiharu waited for a moment, and fumed when he heard nothing. “Okay, that’s enough, you’re freaking me out. C’mon, I need to sleep for my practice tomorrow!”

He walked around the room for any hiding places and stopped, scratching his head.

“Aizawa? Guess you’re not in here…”

He left the room, looking around in the dimly lit hallway. Sighing, he walked towards the stairs and stopped when he saw a familiar figure at the bottom of the stairs leading to second floor. He heard the person was panting for breath. He raised an eyebrow, trying to see who it was in the dark stairway and widened his eyes.

“Aizawa?”

She looked up and flinched. Chiharu frowned when he saw tear-stained cheeks, puffy eyes and her reaction to him. She moved away from him, colliding with the corner behind her and slid down, sniffing.

“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, running down the stairs, jumping down three at a time and stopped.

He studied her face and her state of clothes. Hesitantly, he set his hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” she yelled, pushing him away from her.

He collided on the stairs behind him, wincing at the jabs of pain shooting up his back. Chiharu closed his eyes, biting his lip to stop himself from yelling at her for being shoved into the stairs.

“Aizawa? What happened? Tell me,” Chiharu said, getting to his feet slowly.

“Ngh, leave me alone,” she said, looking at him and shifted her eyes away.

She stood up, using the wall for balance. Averting her glances away from him, she climbed the stairs and Chiharu grabbed her arm. Kyo flinched, whimpering at his touch, trying to pull away.

“Sorry… um,” he muttered, letting her go.

“Alright, let’s go back to our room,” he said, and followed Kyo back.

Without a word, Chiharu closed the door as Kyo went to the bathroom and locked it. Chiharu frowned at the bathroom door, thinking of different possibilities that had happened to Kyo. Forgetting about his practice tomorrow, he sat down in a chair, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. He rested his elbow on the table, face on his fist.

‘It better not be what I think happened to you, Aizawa,’ he thought, ‘When I find out who did this to you, I’ll castrate’em.’

Sighing, he felt himself slowly drifting away into slumber, wishing she would come out of the bathroom. After waiting for several hours, he found himself asleep when he heard the door opening and closing with a clack.

“A’za’a?” he asked sleepily, looking up.

She didn’t reply, pulling the mattress away from Chiharu’s to the opposite side of the room.

“Hey, what’s going on? Tell me!” he said, standing up and lost footing, falling onto his mattress. “Tell me who did this to you!”

He looked up and saw Kyo’s face that looked ready to cry again.

“Just mind your own business!” she snapped, “Don’t you have your stupid practice tomorrow? Or should I say today?”

“What, wait just a minute, Aizawa, what happened to you? Did some bloke—”

“Nothing’s happened! I just overreacted as usual,” she said, getting under her covered, burying herself under the blankets.

“You always overreact, yes, but this is different, Aiza—Kyo!”

After a moment of silence, removed the blanket off her face and looked at Chiharu. Kyo sighed, closing her eyes briefly and stared hard at him.

“Do you think I’m weak, Chiharu?” she asked.

“No—what does that have to do with anything?” he asked.

“It has everything to do with it, Eniwa,” she said, covering herself with the blanket again, “good night.”

“Aiza—” he began and stopped himself. Clenching his fist, silently seething, he got under the blankets, wondering when Kyo would tell him what happened.

“Alright, good night, Aizawa,” he bit out, turning his body away from Kyo.

He realized that he could not sleep after his uncomfortable nap. Grumbling to himself, he shifted in his bed, trying to think of a way to get Kyo to tell her what was wrong. He turned to his side to face Kyo across the room and studied the blankets, trying to find a way to comfort her. He realized that touching her was out of the question.

‘Yeah… judging from her reactions, she doesn’t want me to even touch her shoulder,’ Chiharu thought, biting his bottom lip in frustration. ‘Aizawa! I hope you’ll tell me whatever it is soon.’

To be Continued on Chapter Three