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fan fiction, girl got game

Learn to Trust V
Title: Learn to Trust
Fandom: Girl Got Game
Rating: R
Warning: 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
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter four"

Kyo shot the basketball into the basket, panting as she rested her hands on her knees. She looked at her watched and realized she played an hour of basketball by herself. Sighing, she noticed a figure to her right and fell back on her behind with a yelp when she saw who it was.

“You can’t do anything, little girl,” Dante said, resting his hand on his hip, grinning down at her.

Kyo moved away from him, gritting her teeth.

“Whassa matter? Just play ball, I don’t mind,” he guffawing.

She shook her head, squeezing her eyes closed, trying to slow her breath down. Kyo looked up again and found no one. Exhaling softly, she got to her feet, walking over to pick up her ball, dribbling again.

‘I must be going crazy,’ she thought, passing the ball through between her legs.

She looked up and spotted Akira sneering, with an another yelp, she lost her ball, clutching her chest.

‘I’m just seeing things, that’s all, just seeing things,’ she squeezed her eyes, counting back from ten, ‘…two… one…’

She opened her eyes again and found herself alone again. Letting out a sigh of relief, she dribbled the ball again, jaunting out towards the basket and saw three men lined along the way, leering down at her. Gritting her teeth together, she ignored the visions as she approached the basket. Dante walked towards her, causing Kyo to flinch and trip as she shot the ball to the basket and missed. She collapsed on the ground, holding her arm to her face, trying to hold herself together.

Kyo wiped her forehead with her sleeves and noticed how sweaty she got. She fell back on her butt, sitting back on her hands, looking up at the sky and closed her eyes.

“Huh, I knew you were in here,” someone said from behind Kyo.

Kyo leapt to her feet, putting herself in a fight launching position, her fist clenched, ready to punch the person. Glaring in the direction of the person and relaxed when Kyo saw it was Yura as he stopped walking, his hands held up.

“Oh, it’s just you,” she said, rubbing the bridge of her nose, standing upright.

“Yeah, no one else followed me,” he said, walking towards her, “I was wondering if—”

“Stop walking, stay where you are,” Kyo said, backing away from him.

“What..?” Yura said, scratching his head and stopped walking.

The two heard growling and Kyo blushed, clutching her stomach.

“Ah, I’m leaving to eat,” she said, running around him and out of the court.

“Hey, wait, Kyo!” he yelled after her but Kyo ignored him as she made her way back to the school grounds.

The next day, she looked around to see if anyone was following her and left the school grounds for the deserted basketball court again. Spotting the ball from the day before, she scolded herself for leaving it behind; Kyo picked the ball up and began dribbling.

“You can’t do it, girly, just give up and come to us,” Akira said.

“Shut up!” Kyo yelled, throwing the ball at the basket and banged off the board with a loud thud.

“See, you’re horrible,” Akira continued, waving for her to come to him.

“You don’t exist, leave me alone,” she muttered, walking over to the basketball and picked it up.

Holding her breath for a moment, she exhaled slowly, dribbling the ball. Kyo looked around and found herself alone. Sighing of relief, she began running to the other side of the court, turned around and nearly lost her footing when she saw dozens of Dante, Akira and Yuu standing there, grinning. Squeezing her eyes shut, she dribbled the ball towards them, focusing her hearing on the soft thuds from the basketball as she made towards the basket.

“—and you’ll always be weak, I don’t see how you made all those months as a boy,” Dante said as she went past him.

Kyo launched the ball into the court, clenching her jaws together and let out a growl when the ball didn’t go in.

“Fuck you! Leave me alone! Stop it,” Kyo said, squatting to the ground, sniffling, covering her head with her arms.

“Leave me alone, I’m not weak.”

“Who’s not leaving you alone?” Yura asked, walking inside the court.

Kyo flinched, standing up and backed away, keeping her gaze on the ground, keeping her face covered with her hands.

“I know you’re not weak, Kyo, who’s not leaving you alone? Can you at least confide in me?”

Kyo looked up from her hands, looking at Yura’s face and trembled.

“I—I can’t possibly tell you,” Kyo said, squatting on the ground again, “you’ll think the same as them! Besides, you said you only want to know certain things!”

“No I won’t, I promise,” Yura said, squatting down next to her. “And about my photographic memory, well, in this case, I do want to know.”

Kyo continued to cry, feeling her body shaking and tried taking several deep breaths. She looked up from her hands, staring intently at Yura.

“Yo-you promise you won’t say that I’m weak?” she asked, “or th-that I’m stupid?”

“I promise.”

Kyo began bawling again, clutching her face with her hands. Kyo leaned into Yura, sitting on the ground, freeing her hand from her face and grabbed his sleeve.

“I…” she began, taking several gulps of air, “a guy took me to his room at knifepoint.”

Yura clenched his hand as Kyo squeezed her eyes shut, placing her face to his shirt, trying to stop the tremors in her body.

“There were two other guys there, I was so helpless, Yura. I—all those months as a guy, I thought I could defeat them on my own. I couldn’t believe how powerless I was, Yura-kun! They did things to me and it was only until… the guy that took me to their room, he manhandled me with his hand that I found my strength. I didn’t want to be completely taken, Yura…”

Yura threw his arm around Kyo after she stopped talking for a few moments.

“I see…” he muttered, “we had suspected something like that had happened to you.”

Kyo looked up and stared at him in the eye, “Am I weak?”

“No, you certainly aren’t, anyone in your situation would have reacted the same,” Yura replied.

“Would Chiharu… say that too?”

“Everyone who knows you well will say the same. We’re worried, Kyo, can you come back with me?”

“No, I don’t want to see anyone else right now,” she replied, shaking her head.

Yura wrapped his other arm around her, resting his head on Kyo’s head, ignoring the body’s resistance towards the human contact.

“Seeing you like this really hurts me and others, this isn’t good, Kyo.”

“I…I know, I lost all my trust that night,” she said, stuffing her face into his shirt.

“Well, in that aspect, you’re being foolish.”

Kyo looked up suddenly, her eyes quivering with tears.

“I’m sorry but I have to be honest, Kyo, but you were foolish to keep all of this inside. It’s probably why you’re having visions on the court just now.”

“So you noticed,” she muttered, turning her gaze down, falling into another moment of awkward silence.

“Um…” Kyo began, fidgeting, “can you tell Chiharu what happened? I don’t want to say that again and be in this mess.”

“You’ll probably end up in this mess afterwards anyway,” he said, “you should tell him yourself.”

“No! I don’t want to, I don’t want to see his face. He’ll think I betrayed him!” she yelled, clutching his arm tightly.

“Again, you’re being stupid,” he said with a sigh, “he won’t think you’ve betrayed him. And actually, he’ll just most likely try to find the guys that hurt you. I feel the same way myself.”

“But I.. I don’t have the courage or strength…”

“You just told me all this, Kyo, and you certainly have the strength. You’re not weak. If you want, I can be there when you tell him.”

Kyo swallowed the lump in her throat, sighing as she rested her head on his arm.

“Yeah, I’ll feel better if you’re there with me, Yura-kun.”

“Then it’s settled.”

To be continued on Chapter Six