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presents: This is the story of Kise, and It's from he's life diary to himself Original characters: Kise - the one telling the story in here Ren - Kise's partner Plot wise: This is from Kise's diary how he talks about all of he's life experience... A stubborn and has no definite future goals for himself, will meet Ren, a person who have so many regrets and emptiness inside, mysteries lingers within him.... And there story begins, as the a shelter for the cold rain.....

Genre: Psychological, Violence, Angst Summary: Welcome to the safer side of the world, ATLAC the specialized task force that hunts down the most dangerous criminals in the society, with a 100% assurance that ATLAC will capture any kind of dangerous criminals lurking around today Trust us, trust ATLAC, for we are the children of Aegis…. That’s what ATLAC wanted everybody to know, but ATLAC was really a specialized organization occupied by the most dangerous criminals too, it’s a organization that creates soldiers out of criminals to hunt down other criminals or it can also be called as the “Assassination Troop of Latent Aegis’s Convict”, and this organization is being protected or the top leader of ATLAC and today’s society….. The Aegis system, The world has far gone wide and also a world that long forgotten by any means of religion for divine protection, because the Aegis system became everybody’s religion and fortification. Kou Minato, He is considered to be one of the most dangerous convicts, for doing the mass event murder in the past, so because of that, ATLAC hired Minato to become a member of Aegis organization, He joined the organization not because he wanted to, in fact he despise the system, a system who believes a systematic way for protection that long forgotten a god he joined ATLAC it is because he wanted to get his revenge to the person he bare such deep grudge against to, Shingo Tatigami, who happens to be one of the biggest reason why Minato’s very close friend Died, Tatigami is considered to be the most and top rated dangerous wanted criminals today, for pulling off a several murders and escapade in shutting down the Aegis system, without getting caught, but it seems Tatigami is has very mysterious and little data, that it's very hard to track him down.... or is it because..... WARNING: This Involves harsh and explicit Words and some gore (a bit), violence, BDSM maybe? and smexy stuffs ^ w ^ And whatever you may read right now, religion might get affected, but I’m not really pointing out any kind of religion in this story, so I’m apologizing now if I may create a offended fellow through this plot of mine Again, it’s not my Intention to destroy, insult or how should you call it, any kind of religion That’s all thank you ^^

Claude Faustus was lying on his bed trying to sleep but sleep wouldn’t come he had that raven in his mind torturing him with that sweet musical voice. They were supposed to be enemies so why did Claude want to hold him more than anything in the world. Just then there was a tap as something hit his window. Claude yawned getting up and opened it finding the raven right below getting ready to toss another rock. Sebastian smiled a hello then jumped into Claude’s window. “Hello spider.” Sebastian smiled. “Sebastian what are you doing here” Claude blushed a bit the dirty thoughts getting worse. “I’m simply here to make you dreams come true.” Sebastian went closer kissing his lips deeply. At first Claude was shocked and wanted to pull away then his body betrayed him as he laid Sebastian on his bed kissing down his body. Sebastian moaned as Claude explored undressing him. Soon his clothes were thrown over the edge of the bed and Sebastian slid down starting to suck Claude’s erection.Claude moaned and fucked Sebastian’s mouth hard as Sebastian started to deep throat. Sebastian purred the vibrations going through Claude’s cock. Claude moaned loudly arching his back Sebastian removed his mouth sliding Claude’s dick into his ass. Sebastian was so tight since he was a virgin. He then began sliding up and down Claude’s cock. Claude moaned louder and louder until he finally came releasing into the raven. Claude woke feeling the hot seed against his leg.A dream......he couldn’t believe it. He had dirtied his pants and was sweating terribly. Claude got up to change his clothes when a tall dark figure came up from behind one hand on Claude’s throat the other on his chest. “Well spider I would have never thought that I aroused your dreams so much.” Sebastian purred into his ear obviously amused. “W-What are you doing here Michaelis?”Claude hissed slightly embarrassed his pants still dirtied. Sebastian didn’t reply running the hand on his chest down Claude’s body reaching into his pants smiling as he pulled it back out his fingers coated in Claude’s cum. “My, my what was i doing to you in that dream of yours.” Sebastian licked Claude’s ear pushing two of the cum coated fingers into Claude’s mouth receiving a moan. Sebastian smiled licking Claude’s neck as his fingers explored Claude’s mouth. Sebastian then used his free hand to unbutton Claude’s coat and undershirt sliding them off to display Claude’s well formed chest. He ran his hand over Claude’s chest pulling at a bud. Claude moaned arching his back into Sebastian. This couldn’t be a dream this time his whole body felt everything it was definitely real and Claude was scared and nervous as hell. “Do you touch alois like this? I know I love hearing Ceil beg for it every night.”Sebastian smiled and whispered into Claude’s ear. Claude felt a low growl enter his throat vibrating Sebastian’s fingers. “Jealous much spider.” Sebastian chuckled licking Claude’s neck then sliding his hand into Claude’s pants again. He took more of Claude’s cum and coated his nipples with it the wetness and the cold made them stand up and Claude moaned loudly panting a bit. Sebastian backed up sitting on the bed Claude sitting in his lap. Then ever so slowly he unbuttoned Claudes pants pulling them down but leaving his boxers on.Claude whined as Sebastian toyed with his cock through the fabric running the fingers gently over it as he pulled at a nipple with his free hand. Claude was so hard by now his cock begging for release. Sebastian chuckled reaching into the fabric stroking his cock directly. “S-Sebastian p-please more~!”Claude begged and Sebastian moved Claude off him standing up and undressing terribly slowly receiving a whine. When Sebastian was finally undressed he laid on the bed his legs opened wide and held close to his chest.Sebastian hadn’t shown it but he was terribly hard himself sweat beaded on his body. “Claude please, take me.”Sebastian moaned the cold air teasing his cock. Claude blinked not expecting Sebastian to be so willingly taken but he crawled over pushing his cock into Sebastian’s tight hole.The sensation was so much better than it was in the dream his ass squeezing Claude’s cock tight. Sebastian moaned loudly in want.Claude thrust faster into his ass moaning. “C-Claude p-please not so f-fast!” Claude couldn’t stop moaning more. He thrust harder and Sebastian cried out the pleasure filling him. “I-Im gonna cum!”Sebastian cried out his cock tight. “N-not yet~!”Claude held Sebastian’s cock tight so you couldn’t cum. Sebastian’s eyes flew open and he screamed wanting to burst. Claude thrust harder and faster shoving it in farther. Sebastian had tears in his eyes his body numb he couldn’t tell whether it was pain or pleasure as he moaned. Claude moaned and cried out cumming inside him and letting the raven’s cock go letting him cum.Sebastian moaned panting on the bed Claude laying beside him. “So what made you come here Michaelis?” Claude asked looking at him. Sebastian smiled back.“I was horny.” “Oh really did that help then?”Claude chuckled. “Very much.”Sebastian giggled kissing Claude deeply as the stars and moon shown bright in the sky above.

˻幽霊(Phantom Drive)前進˺ ::Apocalyptic Setting::Science Fiction::Action Adventure:: Status ::Ongoing:: WARNING Rated 18+ for strong language and Mature Contents Trailer "Is it enough to derive a conclusion from just observing what you can see?" The answer was plain, simple even. It wasn't as if they haven't been asking that to themselves since all of this began, but it was just now that it became apparent that this very concept had been disregarded. They focused on the threat rather than what caused it. They should have known better. "It is just doing what it has been commanded to do." A shimmer and the image almost dispersed. Sparks cackled against broken wires, beyond the remnants of the devastation. Thunder echoed against dark walls as acidic rain began to fall. "This is an inevitability. It will happen because this future is already in your past." ******* Prologue 2104 Genesis, a global mafia, launched a viral and frontal assault against Pentagon. The battle devastated Washington, casualties scored from thousands to millions. Earth’s strongest military force only endured four days of battle against this mysterious organization. 2106 Two years and Genesis had fully taken control of the United States; its government and people included. Many resistance attempts were made and allied nations came to help but Genesis proved to be too powerful an opponent for them to be able to fight against. So the United States was sacrificed for the other nations to be able to regroup and plan their next line of defense. Three months after, Genesis turned its attention to Russia. The battle lasted for two days. And the cold country was fully taken over within six months. Then China followed, then Korea… 2109 Japan, one of the last two countries still left, succumbs against the onslaught of Genesis. Their intention, Submit to them and all of their laws or die, now becoming evident even though they still continued their static silence. People from ‘swallowed’ countries drastically changed. Brainwashed, some people would say. Possessed, others would whisper. But one thing was evident; World domination was almost in their grasp. All that was left was London. 2109 – 8th October The Miracle: A dome of electromagnetic field, supported by plasma membranes, encased the entirety of London. Anything outside the dome; be it organic material, synthetic components, signal waves, could not enter. It was as much a shield as a prison. London was now a city of mixed races. But the one thing that spurred humans forward made them forget about that. The first business was to figure out Genesis’ true intentions. And at a lesser extent, it’s origin and history.

Summary: Shingyouji keeps having this dream where Misu has a car accident. When knightmare becomes reality, how will they cope with the aftermath of the tragic event? Status: In progress Author's notes: "We were given: Two hands to hold. Two legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find."

Summary: Kamijo returns to his apartment to find Yuki dead drunk. What will happen? Status: Complete This is the continuation of: http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/5952-versailles-fanfic-part-1-teru-x-hizaki Author note: Ooh, yeah >:3 it is sooo good to be back ♥ Here ish the continuing of the Versailles Fanfic chu were waiting for such a loong time! ^ . ^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kamijo x Yuki After all that trouble Kamijo went by he went straight home where he was going to lock in his room and dive deeply in his sorrow. As he was entering his apartment, he saw Yuki half collapsed on the floor near many of beer, wiskey, tequila and other alcoholic bottles. -You got drunk again, didn’t you? He sighed and poked Yuki with his left foot. -Ngghh~~. Kamijo…? Yuki whispered in his almost sleeping voice. -Who else? Kamijo half smiled and gave Yuki a help so he could raise up from the cold floor. Yuki tried to rise but slipped and fell on top of Kamijo on the floor. -Ughh~ Get a hold of yourself, Yuki. Kamijo said. Yuki didn’t reply. -Come on, Yuki-kun. You’re heavy. Kamijo tried to push Yuki but he couldn’t. Moreover he felt something on his shoulders. -Yuki let go? Kamijo said. -I don’t wanna. Yuki protested. -I said to let go, Yuki. Kamijo said again. -I will never let you go, Kamijo-kun. Yuki squeezed on Kamijo’s shoulders. -Yuki, you smell of alcohol. Rise up, now. Kamijo told Yuki, but the dyed haired man didn’t listened to him as he was already snoring. Kamijo sighed and managed to rise himself up and them took Yuki in his arms, princess-style, and went to their room. He throw Yuki in his bed hoping for him to wake up, but no result. Yuki was laying snoring in his bed with Kamijo near him on the floor staring at his sleeping face. -What am I going to do with you? Kamijo sighed and took some of the sleeping man’s hair off his face beside his ear. He was staring at him several minutes. As he tried to rise up from the floor he realized there was something that gripped his right hand. When he turned he saw Yuki woke up and keeping Kamijo’s right hand tightly in a hug. -Don’t go, please. Yuki begged with his face down. Kamijo sighed and sat down as he was before. He cupped Yuki’s cheek with his hand and looked deep in his eyes. -I was not serious, Yuki. I was just nervous. I didn’t intend to say such things to you. I’m sorry. Kamijo apologized to Yuki. -It’s okay. I knew it was nothing. Yuki smiled. -How can you be such calm with an asshole as me? Kamijo said. -Because you’re the asshole that I love. Yuki answered and smiled sweetly. Kamijo stared at Yuki as he came closer to him and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. After they parted Yuki looked at Kamijo with wide eyes. -Don’t look like that at me. How can I resist you when you are that adorable? Kamijo said and softly blushed then hugged Yuki tight. -I’m happy. Yuki hugged back. Kamijo smiled and kissed the dyed haired’s lips. The kiss went deeper as the honey blonde parted his brother’s lips and put his tongue in his mouth. The pink muscles of the two men were playing inside the dyed haired’s mouth. Kamijo’s hand was slowly moving on Yuki’s back. As they parted to take a breath Kamijo climbed up the bed and parted Yuki’s legs as he was on him hugging him tight in his arms. -I won’t run anymore. Kamijo whispered in Yuki’s ear then licked on his earlobe. Yuki moaned and hold Kamijo more tight. The honey blonde man continued to lick and suck that spot of Yuki’s ear then he slowly went a little low on Yuki’s neck. He started to kiss the right side of his neck making Yuki moan. On the right side of Yuki’s neck is a special spot Kamijo knew very well. -I can read your body as a book. Kamijo grinned wide and continued to lick while teasing his brother’s nipples through the cloth. -Ahh~ ngh~. Yuki moaned and petted Kamijo’s hair. -Your moans are so cute, Yuki-kun. Kamijo said and slowly unbuttoned Yuki’s white blouse. He took it off and kissed Yuki’s white skin while teasing his uncovered nipples. Kamijo came with the kisses a bit lower to Yuki’s left nipple and started to suck it hard. The other nipple was caressed by Kamijo’s hand. -So good, Kamijo-kun~ Yuki whispered and move his hips closer to his brother’s arousal. As their cocks met Kamijo started to move his hips and rubbed them together. -Hmm, a bit slutty, aren’t we? Kamijo grinned as the moved his hips faster. Yuki moaned and shut his eyes as he enjoyed the pleasure the honey blonde was giving to his entire body. Kamijo’s free hand began to caress Yuki’s soft tummy as he went a bit lower, under his pants, teasing something very hard in his underwear. Yuki’s body answered to Kamijo’s desires, he arched his back and hold Kamijo tight in his arms. -Ngghh~. Yuki let a moan escape from his mouth the bit his down lip to keep the other more moans inside. -Don’t refrain yourself. If you wanna moan or purr just do it…or if you wanna scream your voice out because of the pleasure just do it. Kamijo said and began to touch Yuki’s hard cock more. -I…won’t ever…scream…Yuki said slowly. -Uhm, we’ll see then. Kamijo evil grinned and moved his hand harder on Yuki’s cock. Kamijo gripped Yuki’s pants and unbuttoned them taking them off and throwing them on the floor. He also took his skull blouse off and unzipped his pants, throwing them on the floor too. -Oii, I just did some cleaning up this morning. Don’t make everything a mess again. Yuki said. -There won’t be a problem. I’ll pick them up as soon as we finish here first. Kamijo said and slowly massaged Yuki’s cock. He got his mouth closer to it and started to lick through the underwear. He moved his tongue everywhere on that material. Yuki petted Kamijo’s hair and arched his back as the honey blonde slowly pulled the underwear off. A soft moan came from Yuki as Kamijo began to rub his hard arousal with his hand. Soon the honey blonde’s lips began to softly touch the head of Yuki’s arousal sucking it gently. -Agghh~~…m-more… Yuki said slowly. Kamijo took more of his brother cock in his mouth. His tongue was dancing around the top making Yuki beg for more. -F-f-faster, agghh~…Yuki said and petted Kamijo’s soft hair. -What’s the magic word? Kamijo giggled and began to rub harder on Yuki’s cock as he massaged his balls. -Agghh~..nghh~…p-p-please~. Yuki begged with his cute big eyes. -Kay, if you beg me like that. Kamijo evil grinned and took Yuki’s arousal back in his mouth and sucking it harder and faster. Yuki’s arched his back and shut his eyes as he felt his member going down Kamijo’s throat. -M-more…nghh~ Yuki begged. Kamijo let go of Yuki’s member and stretched to the drawer near the bed and got a tube from it and put it near him for using later. He went down with his tongue to Yuki’s tight hole and began to tickle the entrance with his tongue. Yuki purred and Kamijo began to pull his tongue in moving it faster and faster. As all that place was full wet the honey blonde got the lube and put some drops on his middle finger and slide it slowly in. Yuki strongly moaned as he felt something inside him moving. He bit his lower lip and enjoyed the feeling. His ass muscles contracted even more when a second finger has been pulled inside him. -You are so needy, my little slut. Kamijo giggled and moved the two fingers inside his brother more and harder. -Hnnnn~ K-Kamijo, not there…aahhh~~ Yuki said with a shivering voice as Kamijo found his prostate. -Hmmm, where? Here? Kamijo grinned and hit harder on the discovered spot. Yuki groaned loud as an another finger began to hit that special spot inside his ass. -Ngghh~~ K-Kamijo~…I-I… want yours…deep inside me…fuck me hard…Yuki begged with his power almost lost. -Magic word~ Kamijo said in a melodic way. -P-p-pl…F-FOR GOD’S SAKE…Ngghh~~ FUCK ME HARD, NOW!! Yuki screamed as he was already at his limit. -Well, I think this works too…Kamijo wide grinned very satisfied by Yuki’s answer. He made some few more thrusts then he pulled his fingers out as Yuki breathed heavily. Kamijo squeezed the lube and dropped some on his cock the rubbed it all over. Yuki got his knees at his chest for Kamijo to have more access at his hole. Kamijo teasingly touched his brother’s hole with his cock then slowly slide it in. -Nghh~~ Yuki moaned and pulled his knees closer to his chest as half of the honey blonde’s arousal was buried inside him. Finally the blonde’s member was fully slide in his brother’s body. Kamijo began to move his hips slowly back and front. -G-GOD, you so tight, so hot, Yuki. It’s so good. Kamijo said as he began to move more and faster in Yuki’s body. He scratched his nails in Yuki’s hips and began to move faster and harder hitting all good spots in Yuki’s ass. -Ahhnn~~ s-so good…Only yours…Nghh~~ Harder, K-Kamijo~~. Yuki begged for more. -You’re begging as a horny little slut. Kamijo giggled and got closer to Yuki’s neck biting it slowly and licking all over the bitten place. -Ahhh~ I am~…Nghh~ I am only Kamijo’s slut. Argghh~~~Yuki moaned as he could hardly breath between such good feelings flowing throw his body. Kamijo moved faster as he hit harder on Yuki’s special spots. -K-Kamijo~ argghh~…I-I’m coming…Arrgh~~ Yuki breathed heavy. -M-me too…Ugghh~ FUCK…This is soo good…Annghh~ Kamijo hardly said with his nails deeply buried in Yuki’s hips. -L-Let’s come thogether, then…Argghh~ Fill that slutty ass of mine with all of your sperm..Ngghh~ AHHHH~~~~~KAMIJOOO~~~. Yuki creamed almost reaching his climax. -Argghh~~ T-TERRUUU~!! Kamijo screamed and after two more thrusts came together with Yuki at the same time. Yuki’s essence was spread all over his abdomen as he felt the liquid of Kamijo’s streaming down his ass. They both breathed hard after it was all done. Yuki purred as Kamijo pulled his member outta his ass then he grabbed a pack of tissues from the drawer and cleaned up Yuki’s abdomen and ass of their sperm. -Ahh~…It felt really good. Yuki said and hugged Kamijo. -Yes. Kamijo smiled and put a blanket on them then hugged Yuki back. They lay on their back and put their heads on the soft pillow as they were still hugging each other tight. -I love you, Kamijo. Yuki said and closed his eyes ,falling asleep. Kamijo didn’t say anything because his thoughts and his heart were still at Teru. Yuki already knew this thing because when Kamijo climaxed he screamed Teru’s name, not his. But for him it was fine. He even didn’t wait for an answer from Kamijo. Yuki just wanted to stay in his arms just for a little long.

Summray: A couple in a moment of bliss Status: Complete "Ngh, Ah! NO!" The feeling of fingers probed his delicate body. He wanted this. Oh how he wanted to be dominated. He loved the feeling of being while. In his heart he knew it, but his body didn't. He was scared but willing. He was hoping anyway. Pulling up his legs over his predators hips he was Probed again with another finger, lubraciant slipping from his entrance. The slow thrusting motions where beginning to start to feel good. His body was covered in sweat. He wanted to taste more. His tongue traced over the the older man's ear, making the larger form moan, his fingertips digging into his Uke's prostate. He too, was covered in sweat, the younger blonde running his hands through his lover's long dark hair, inhaling the strong sweaty scent of him, licking and biting the tender skin of his neck. A wave of pleasure came followed with a long moan. He knew he was in trouble. "Shh.. you know you want this.." Eyes squeezed shut, refusing to look at the figure above him as he was continued to be molested. "Ahh.. Oh.. Ungh!" More moans filled the room. Licking and sucking at the younger's nipple, the dark haired man licked at the small beads of sweat that danced over his little lovers body. The sweet yet spicy aroma of sex aluminated off of his delicate frame. Hands teased with his bottom and erected member leaving the little one breatheless. "Ahh!" Warmth flowed from the olders hand, trailing down over his digets and on to the bed sheets. Breathes quickened, and more than anything it was hot. It was too hot. He needed to escape but these fingers inside him wanted more. He was latched on to the older man, completely. Tearing away from the younger's body, the dark haired man hitched a leg over his head, lowering down and engulfing his orafice over the blonde's member; a lustfilled gasp emmited from the younger man. The dark haired man lifted away and went down again, engulfing the pulsating member in his mouth, his tongue cloaking the entire thing in his saliva. He nipped lovingly at the tip, kissing down the shaft, his free hand still thrusting his digets into the hot tightness. 'More.. Please..', he thought oh so desperatly. "I.. I can't take it.. " The blonde begged, his hands interwining into the terresses of dark hair. He knew it would only add to the older man's delights but he couldn't help it, he needed friction. He wanted touch and heat. He needed it all. He wanted it all. All he could do was moan. The pleasure was more than he could bare it was so good that it was almost painful.

I looked around me. A forest surrounded me and when I looked above me, a blazing canopy caught my sight. I didn't know what was going on. "Sebastian, where are you?" I shouted as I started following the dirt path before me. Then a few moments later, I was caught off guard when a large branch caved in on my and sent my rolling down a stickily hill. The tumble lasted longer than I thought it would, but once I reached the bottom I felt relief. I stood and went to take a step only to find that my leg was broken. 'Just great..' I thought as I brushed my leg off to examine the wound. I winced as I ran my fingers lose to the open flesh, but now at least this sight no longer bothered me. I have gotten use to these types of wounds. I started trying to walk only to end up stumbling not far from where I was previously. "Damn it..." I cursed as I tried getting up again. However, before I could fully stand, something caught my eye. A slight shift of the brush just to my right caused me to look and listen closely. What met my eyes was nothing but sudden darkness, almost as if the canopy of fire above me was suddenly extinguished by some unknown cause. I looked back over as the sound of rustling grew stronger. Blood red eyes were all that I could see now. "Seb-sebas...", before I could finish speaking, a figure lunged at me. "Ahh!!" I awoke with a start. My breathing was heavy and my heart was racing. I looked down and saw my tight grasp on the sheets. "Ha, it was only a dream......"I clutched onto my chest, "only a dream...". Not even a moment later and Sebastian busted through the door. "Young master, what is wrong?" He asked in a somewhat frantic tone. I looked at him for a moment and then responded, "nothing..". He looked at me incredulously, but brushed it off. "I was just having another nightmare." I said when the awkward silence was becoming too much. He turned back to face me. "Hmm, I see. But young master it is quite weird for a demon to have dreams, let alone sleep like a mortal." Sebastian commented with a concentrated look on his face. 'Yes, it has been weird.' I thought. Then Sebastian broke my thoughts. "Anyway, young master, today we have Camellia tea with soul scones." I took the cup and scone quickly and began my meal. "My young master, your appetite has increased lately." Sebastian's comment bothered me at first, but then I decided it didn't matter and continued eating. "I wish we didn't have to stay in this disgusting cottage." I said when I had finished eating. "Forgive me young master, but I cannot find a better place right now to hide." Sebastian responded as he took my plate and cup. "Why did this happen to us?" I questioned as I leaned back. My eyes drifted close again and pictures from my dreams filled my mind. Though I wasn't able to examine them long before a loud crash sounded at the front door, and the faint smell of flesh began to fill the air..... I jumped up from the bed, and my heart began racing. "Sebastian! Sebastian, where are you?" I called out. My only response was the sound of clattering and crashes coming from just behind the entrance to my room. I stood up and rushed to the door but when I tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. I tried as hard as I could but it still would not open. "SEBASTIAN, where are you?" I screamed but still my only response was the sound of crashes. I sank to floor, and awaited my fate. Time passed by slowly, and when the morning sun shone through the window, I glanced up hearing shifting sounds just before the door creaked open. I shuttered and waited..."Young master, are you unharmed?" I sighed in relief as I saw Sebastian kneeling down next to me. He grasped my face and began searching for any sort of scratch to see if I was lying. I could feel my face begin to heat up so I quickly slapped his hand away and put more distance between us. "I-I'm fine...But what took you so long?" I asked trying to hide my flustered voice. He sighed then looked back towards me, "forgive me young master, but it seems we had a few more 'visitors' than I had expected. Not only that, but they were better equipped this time around. Even a larger number of demons decided to appear, and I had to deal with them first..." Then he suddenly stopped and bowed down to me. "I'm sorry young master, I did not prepare breakfast for you yet, and there is quite a bit of cleaning I'm going to have to do." I looked behind him only to see a huge mess. Holes littered the walls and shattered glass was sprawled out all over the tiled floor. I sighed, "never mind that, I'm just hungry." "Sorry young master, but that is going to have to wait. Just because it is morning does not mean that our pursuers are no longer looking for us. I suggest we leave now and I will bring you a soul on our way." I wasn't too thrilled with that idea but none the less I followed along. Our journey brought us to a wooded area. Somehow it looked familiar, but I ignored that feeling and continued on with Sebastian carrying me. The daylight was starting to dim as night approached. "Young master, would you like to stop and rest?" I looked up at Sebastian and agreed. "Where is the soul you promised me?" I asked him. He couldn't help but chuckle and respond with, "I will go and fetch it now. There is a village near here so I shouldn't be long." "Good, I'll wait here then." I said and as soon as the last syllable left my lips, he vanished. "Stupid demon..." I looked around not being able to ignore the feeling that I was being watched. "Maybe I should've went with him..." I whispered. I shook my head and began blushing, "Humph, it's not like I always need Sebastian around. I'm a demon too..." Before I knew it, I fell asleep to the quietness of the forest. I awoke not much later and a blazing canopy lingered above me. I didn't know what was going on. "Sebastian, where are you?" I shouted as I started following the dirt path before me. Then a few moments later, I was caught off guard when a large branch caved in on my and sent my rolling down a stickily hill. The tumble lasted longer than I thought it would, but once I reached the bottom I felt relief. I stood and went to take a step only to find that my leg was broken. 'Just great..' I thought as I brushed my leg off to examine the wound. I winced as I ran my fingers lose to the open flesh, but now at least this sight no longer bothered me. I have gotten use to these types of wounds. I started trying to walk only to end up stumbling not far from where I was previously. "Damn it..." I cursed as I tried getting up again. However, before I could fully stand, something caught my eye. A slight shift of the brush just to my right caused me to look and listen closely. What met my eyes was nothing but sudden darkness, almost as if the canopy of fire above me was suddenly extinguished by some unknown cause. I looked back over as the sound of rustling grew stronger. Blood red eyes were all that was before me. "Hello Ciel, we meet at last." This mysterious shadow said. "Wh-Who are you?" I asked frightened. "Oh, but don't you remember me? I was one of the ones who raise you all those years ago, don't tell me you forgot?" I stared blankly at the figure. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I responded. "No? Well then, maybe this will refresh your memory. Your father, Lord Phantomhive, took in a stranger off the streets. And with that stranger he made a pact 'No matter what, you cannot let 'him' have my son'. Those were the conditions, then the night of the fire, my prize was stolen from me. And now, I want revenge. However, I need you as a bargaining chip. You don't mind right, making a deal with the Devil himself?" .......... A.N: Hey, first story on here so please tell me what you think of it, thanks http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/images/smilies/Hamtaro/hamtaro-005%20(23).gif

Disclaimer: I own my sunburn and I don't want it! But I don't own them He hadn’t heard from the other boy in nearly two weeks. They lived in the same dorm room and somehow they hadn’t crossed paths once. Not since… Misu scanned the notes from the earlier student council meeting and looked up at the secretary. “Ooji do you think you can get these notes copied and get them to Imori-sensei? I need to finish up the rest of the paper work.” Ooji reached over and looked at the notes carefully before smiling. ”No problem Misu. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” “Take your time we do have the rest of the afternoon to finish this.” Misu said as he looked over the documents in front of him. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when the other boy left. Shingyoshi was supposed to stop by the room in a few minutes and he didn’t want those two crossing paths. Although he didn’t show it Misu was getting irritated by Ooji’s fits of jealousy anytime they saw each other. Several minutes passed and Misu Arata looked up from his studies at the sound of the door to the executive room opening and was surprised to see not Shingyoshi but Ooji enter the room. “Did you forget something?” Ooji said nothing as he closed the door behind him and walked over to Misu. Seconds later he had thrown his arms around the taller boy and was kissing hmi with everything he could muster. Despite being a slightly smaller built guy Ooji had one heck of a grip and it took Misu several seconds to push the other boy away. “Ooji what are you doing?”’ Ooji stepped back. “Don’t deny it Misu I know you like me. I’m just returning your feelings.” Misu held his hands up when Ooji attempted to approach him again. “I think you should leave.” Ooji’s eyes widened. “But Misu I thought.” “You thought wrong, now leave.” Misu said in a dark tone. When the other boy did finally leave he leaned his head back against the chair in frustration. “Kuso.” All the while he hadn’t noticed Shingyoshi still hadn’t shown up. Looking at his phone he realized it was getting late so he packed up papers and after locking the door behind him headed to his and Hayama’s room. When he entered he noticed another shadow cast on the wall from the lamp and recognized the shape. Shingyoshi was here. “Okari.” Hayama announced yet there was a slight hint of irritation in his voice. “Tadaima.” Misu responded. Seconds later he was nearly knocked over by something. “Sumimasen. Misu-senpai.” Seconds later the door closed and the sound of running footsteps could be heard. Misu still shaken about the earlier incident almost didn’t notice Shingyoshi had addressed him otherwise. He moved over to his bed. Looking over at his roommate he noticed Hayama had his back to him. “Is something wrong?” “I’m fine it’s you who has problems.” Hayama said as he reached over and clicked off his lamp. “I’m going to sleep, oyasumi.” Misu was literally now left in the dark. What the hell did he mean? Deciding it was too late in the night to discuss it Misu clicked on his desk lamp the smallest source of light available as to avoid bothering his roommate’s slumber and changed out of his school uniform into his sleep attire. Perhaps after a good night’s rest he would be ale to get some answers. But first he needed to obtain that good night’s rest and with his mind in the state it was at that moment the task was easier said then done. One thing he couldn’t get off his mind was that cold tone that Hayama seemed to have been carrying in his voice. It has been two weeks since all of that had happened. He had only spoken with Ooji on student council business and avoided the other boy on any other terms. Despite his irritation him towards him he did know better than to let what had happened interfere with his duties. But not once had he even so much as caught a glimpse of his pet. The first week Misu figured Shingyoshi was just busy. The 2nd years did have a lot on their plate at this time but once the 2nd week rolled around Misu noticed that he still hadn’t seen Shingyoshi. The closest he got was seeing the back of the boy’s head heading out of the cafeteria. Once it had reached the first day of the third week Misu was beyond frustrated. He needed to see his pet and find out why he had been avoiding him. He knew there was one way he could make Shingyoshi be in a place that he could confront him. After finishing up his paperwork for the day he locked the executive room door and headed to room 300. Taking a deep breath he knocked loudly. Seconds later a startled Saki Giichi was greeting him. “Misu to what do I owe the pleasure?” Saki asked stepping to the side. “I’m here to offer you an opportunity to return one of the favors you owe me. “ Misu explained. “I need to speak with Shingyoshi but he seems to be avoiding me.” “Takumi told me Shingyoshi seemed pretty upset the other night.” Gii said. “He didn’t say why though.” He sat down on his sofa. “So what is it you want me to do?” Misu stepped into the room and closed the door. - - - Updated - - - “2nd year student Shingyoshi Kanemitsu you have a phone call.” Shingyoshi closed his textbook and set his pencil down before turning to his roommate Katayama. “Can you?” Katayama nodded with a smile and walked to the door. Seconds later he turned back to look at his roommate. “It’s all clear, go quick.” Shingyoshi returned the smile and headed down towards the phone provided for the students only to find the phone on the hook. His smile faded when he realized who was standing next to the phone. He slowly stepped back towards the stairs. “Shingyoshi wait.” Shingyoshi shook his head and started to move up the stairs then ran forwards dodging Misu and made his way out of the building running as fast as his legs could carry him. Misu ran after the other boy determined to catch him. Shingyoshi keep running till he reached the greenhouse. He ran into the building and tried to find a place to hide among the plants. Misu ran into the greenhouse as well and searched the plants in the light of the setting sun. “Shingyoshi come out here this minute.” “Just because you’re my senpai does not mean I have to listen to everything you tlel me to do.” Shingyoshi snapped. “Shingyoshi.” “Why don’t you go and spend time with your new lover?” Shingyoshi said with an icy tone in his voice. “New lov-“ Misu started. “What are you talking about?” “Oh don’t give me that Misu-senpai.” Shingyoshi stepped out from his hiding spot his normal brown puppy dog eyes cold with a glare directed at the other boy. “I saw you and Ooji-senpai in the executive room the other night.” “Shingyoshi that wasn’t-“ “No, I don’t want to hear it. “ Shingyoshi said tears beginning to stream down his face. “I’ve told you I’ve loved you so many times but now I see it’s been falling of deaf ears. You’ve just been using me for your own games haven’t you? If you hate me that much all you had to do was say so. I hope you’re completely satisfied with yourself Misu Arata. You’ve broken my heart and I never want to see you again.” Misu stood there completely dumbfounded. Had Shingyoshi seen what had happened? Thinking back he remembered that Shingyoshi did never show up that night. He snapped out of his thought when he realized Shingyoshi had left. But the sound of footsteps made him really realize what had just happened. When the footsteps stopped he looked up to see Hayama standing there with his violin case in hand. “Ano Misu-kun daijobu?” Hayama asked setting his violin down and approaching his roommate. “I’ve lost him.” Misu said his voice coming out in a soft almost inaudible tone. Hayama didn’t ask questions as he stepped forward and led Misu to set on the bench inside the greenhouse and waited for him to make the next move. Misu looked at Hayama and sighed deeply. Seconds later he bit his lip and placed his head on the other boy’s shoulder. Hayama was slightly startled by the gesture but allowed his roommate to get out whatever he needed to. Misu could feel actual tears brimming his eyelids but he forced them away. Part of him did want to cry and get his frustrations out but he didn’t want to appear weak in front of anyone not even Hayama. But when he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his waist the damn just broke. It was only a few droplets but it was enough to cause small tear tracks on his face. “I won’t say anything to anyone you know that, Misu.” Hayama said softly. “It wouldn’t be good to hold this in so let out what you need to and we’ll forget the whole thing happened.” Misu gripped his roommate sweater as he felt the tears continue. “I’ve lost him.” He said again. “You don’t know that.” Hayama said. “Shingyoshi –kun is head over heels for you.” “I didn’t mean to hurt him I didn’t realize I-“ Misu muttered as the tears subsided. “What exactly did happen anyway?” Ooji forced himself on me and I’m guessing Shingyoshi saw it and took it the wrong way.” Misu said as he wiped his eyes and cheeks of any evidence of tears. “I don’t know what to do now.” He said honestly. “Misu-kun if you want Shingyoshi-kun back you need to get him back. I don’t know how but if you two stay separated any longer it’s not going to turn out well.” Hayama said softly. He stood up. “Well I think I’ll head back to the room. I don’t feel like practicing anymore.” Misu only nodded before heading towards the dorms. Once he reached room 270 he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. No surprise to him when it was Shingyoshi’s roommate Katayama who answered. “Is Shingyoshi here?” Katayama nodded. “Hai but with all do respect senpai he doesn’t want to see you.” Misu sighed. “Well I’m not giving him a choice.” He stepped into the room. “Will you give s a few moments?” Katayama nodded. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I don’t want to late for curfew.” Misu nodded his thanks before shutting the door and walking further into the room. He could see Shingyoshi sitting on the edge of his bed a manga in his hands oblivious of his presence. Misu took advantage of this and stormed over to the other boy pinning him down on the bed. “Wha- what are you doing?” Shingyoshi yelped in surprise. “Get out!” Misu held Shingyoshi’s wrists in place as he straddled the other boy. “No, you are going to listen. You need to know what really happened.” “No matter what you say I won’t believe you.” Shinghyoshi glared at his crush. “I know what I saw.” “Shingyoshi you saw what you thought was me making out with Ooji. But what really happened was he forced himself on me.” Misu said. “I have harbor no romantic feelings of any kind for him, I never have.” “Well you sure as hell don’t ‘harbor romantic feelings’ for me.” Shingyoshi said coldly. “You’ve shown me many times you don’t give a damn about me Misu-senpai.” Misu looked away and exhaled sharply. “Don’t call me that. I don’t like it.” “What should I call you then?” Shingyoshi asked. “I’m not calling you ‘Arata-san’ anymore.” “But why not?” Misu asked. “I-I don’t.” Shingyoshi trailed off. “Shingyoshi don’t.” Misu said before capturing the other boy’s lips with his own. Shingyoshi was needless to say startled by the kiss but returned it out of instinct. Seconds later he came to his senses and pushed the other boy away. “Stop it!” Misu shook his head. “No I won’t stop. I can’t stop.” He kissed the other boy again still holding his wrists in place. “You don’t believe I harbor feelings for you? Do you have any idea how hard these past two weeks have been? How badly I wanted to see you?” He began unbuttoning the boy’s nightshirt and trailing kisses along his collarbone. “If I didn’t feel something for you I wouldn’t have shed tears.” Shingyoshi felt his breath get caught in his throat. “I don’t understand.” Misu kissed him again and moved forward. “Look at my eyes Shingyoshi.” Shingyoshi looked closely and could barely make out hints of leftover tears. “Why?” Misu released the other boy’s wrists and knelt down on the floor in front of him. “Because even though it took me forever to realize it you are the most important person in my life and I can’t lose you.” “Prove it.” Shingyoshi said quietly. “Prove it to me.” Misu looked up. “Make sure you know what you are asking Shingyoshi.” “I know exactly what I’m asking.” Misu didn’t hesitate a minute longer as he stood up and gently pushed Shingyoshi down on the bed before opening the last buttons and placing kisses allover hi exposed chest. “We don’t have too much time though.” He whispered as he moved up to the other boy’s nipple and swiped his tongue over it earning a gasp. “I don’t care.” Shingyoshi gasped. “Please.” Misu trailed his kisses further down till he reached Shingyoshi’s pj pants. It was obvious the boy was hard He removed the boy’s pants but kept the boxers on and stroked the cloth covering Shingyhoshi’s member. “Please I.” Shingyoshi begged. Misu smirked before removing the boxer and exposing Shingyoshi. He tapped the very tip and ran his fingers along the side earning a whimper. “Say my name Shingyoshi.” “Arata-san.” Shingyoshi whispered. “Please I need-“ Misu cut him off when he took the other boy into his mouth deep throating him in one go. Shingyoshi clasped his hand over his mouth to hold in his scream a he titled his head back. Pleasure was now overpowering him. Misu continued his tactics highly enjoying the other boy’s responses. This was the first time he dared try anything with Shingyoshi. But so far the wait was worth it. Shingyoshi by now was doing his best to hold back his moans. He held back a whimper when Misu had stopped. Misu climbed back up to capture Shingyoshi’s lips again before looking into the other boy’s eyes. He noticed Shingyoshi was trembling “Shingyoshi?” “Gomen Arata-san I’m a little scared.” Shingyoshi admitted. “Shingyoshi tell me what you want? If you want to stop we can. I’m not going to force you.” Misu said placing his hand on the other boy’s cheek. - - - Updated - - - “I want you.” Shingyoshi whispered. “I want to feel you.” Misu’s smirked reformed itself into a genuine smile. He captured Shingyoshi’s lips again all the while helping the other boy out of his pajama pants and boxers. Misu looked down. Shingyoshi could feel Misu’s eyes on him and moved his hands to cover himself only to have his hands intercepted by Misu. “Nani?” “Don’t.” Misu ordered as he removed his own clothing only now realizing how hard he was. Looking around he realized something. “Shingyoshi…” “Check my wardrobe behind my picture box.” Shingyoshi said catching on. Misu did as instructed and pulled out a small bottle. He eyed Shingyoshi suspiciously. Shingyoshi looked away his cheeks darkening. “I’ve been stressed out from exams lately and well-“ Misu popped the cap open. “No need to explain.” He placed a generous amount on his fingers and looked down. “This is going to hurt at first.” Shingyoshi gasped when he felt the intrusion and bit his thumb to keep from crying out. Misu added another finger slowly making sure there would be as little pain as possible. After a few more minutes he removed his fingers. “Are you ready?” Shingyoshi nodded. “Hai.” Misu applied some more and coated himself before positioning himself at Shingyoshi’s entrance. Slowly he entered him. “Itai.” Shingyoshi cried out, tears building up in his eyes, “Arata-san, it hurts.” Misu leaned over and captured the boy’s lips, “Gomen, it will get better soon I promise.” He kissed his eyelids as he slowly pushed himself in. Once he was at the hilt he hitched his breath. “Shingyoshi…” Shingyoshi’s breath was coming out in sharp pants. “Arata-san move please.” Misu did as requested and began thrusting in and out. His pace stayed steady as he reached down and took a hold of Shingyoshi stroking him in time with his thrusts. Shingyoshi gripped his sheets tightly with one hand and bit into his other hand to keep from crying out. His entire body was overcome with pleasure. Seconds later even his hand wasn’t enough to hold back his cry when he felt something being hit increasing that pleasure. Misu noticed the reaction when he had adjusted his position and he thrust again earning the same reaction. He increased his speed feeling the pleasure draw him in. His entire body began to tremble and he looked down at Shingyoshi. “Arata-san please, please I-“ Shingyoshi gasped. Misu continued stroking Shingyoshi speeding his hand up determined to make the boy release the same time he did. “I’m ah!” Shingyoshi’s body trembled hard and he placed his hands over his moth to keep out the oncoming scream. He came hard covering his and Misu’s chest. Misu pushed himself in as far as he could go as he felt himself release hard and fast. He collapsed on Shingyoshi’s stomach. He waited for Shingyoshi to come down from his high before gently kissing him. He broke the kiss and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Suki desu.” Shinghyoshi’s eyes widened at what he had just heard. “Arata-san?” Misu moved away and took some tissues from Shingyoshi’s desk before wiping himself and the other boy off. “Get dressed before Katayama gets back.” Shingyoshi did as he was told and changed back into his pajama pants and turned to look at Misu. “Arata-san?” Misu was pulling his shirt on as he turned around to look at the other boy. “Hmm?” “May I visit you tomorrow in the executive room?” Misu allowed a genuine smile grace his lips. “I’d like that.” He walked back over and gently kissed Shingyoshi’s lips again. “Remember what I said earlier, because I’m not going to repeat myself.” Shingyoshi only nodded knowing exactly what Misu was talking about. He didn’t need to hear it again. Hearing it that one time was more then he could ever ask for. Once Misu left he rolled over and clicked off his lamp before pulling the covers p to his chin. He could still feel Misu’s kisses and a he closed his eyes he knew that this was proof that there really was a first time for everything and most of them really were worth the wait. A/N: I'm sure this is one of the most ridiculous thing I've ever written!

Status: In-progress Summary: So much has happened is the past, like Yumi never knew who was his real father and the fact that now he is training to be a Soul Reaper. But one encounter with a certain spiky orange haired teen will soon make Yumi see just how much in life he has been missing out on. And it will open his eyes up even more, that maybe; just maybe- being human and normal isn't so bad. A/N: This is a BLEACH Fan Fiction. There will also be a lot of mentioned pairings in this story, if you don’t like who I pair people up with then tough noodles to you. Main Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo x OC, Mentioned pairings: Inoue Orihime x Ishida Uryū, OC x OC, and many more. Now sadly I don’t own Bleach because that right belongs to Tite Kubo. Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Bleach, if I did then Ichigo would end up being gay and possible a uke. But the idea of the story and the idea of Yuna is mine so please don’t steal my ideas. Thank you. Prologue: Soul Reaper’s or otherwise known as shinigami are the protectors of mankind, they protect the human’s against these creatures that are derived from unattended souls. The souls of human’s who have not yet found peace, nor have been saved from their eternal pain and suffering. That is what the Shinigami are used for, they are the ones who can save these poor souls and send them into the soul society. However, the poor souls that are not saved in time are what the Shinigami call them, Hollows. They are the empty shells of those damned poor souls that were yet to be saved. Hideous as they are, they still could be saved; some may have believed that, while other’s… Not quite so. A loud panting noise was heard coming from a petite form, blood was gushing out of the open wound that was inflicted upon the right shoulder blade of the form. Another form, a smaller one: one that was shaking uncontrollably in fear. The face of a young ten year old girl had blood covering her cheeks, making it look like she was crying crimson. A grunt of pain came from the slouching figure. The figure was of a Shinigami. The little girl started to sniffle as real clear crystal tears shined brightly in her light brown eyes. “W-W-Why did you save me?” The girl’s voice sounded broken; like she had given up all hope of finding peace in the world. “Hn… I guess… It’s… Because…” The figure in front of her started to stand taller than before, even though blood was flowing freely from the wound. “… It’s the right… Thing to do…” The figure grunted once again, but this time coughed up some blood. The white mask of the disgusting creature had a crack in it from when the Shinigami grazed it with its zanpakutō. The little girl with the chain attached to her chest around what looked like this metal thing was slightly opened, which meant… If she had let the creature get to her before the Shinigami… Then… She would have been turned into this creature that was staring at the figure in front of her with a keen hatred. “A Soul Reaper… How delightful…” The creature had said while its long black tongue came out of its double mouth to lick its outer lips in a hungry fashion. The little girl whimpered pitifully as all she could do was watch as the figure that was once standing guard in front of her get picked up in the creature’s long bony looking red fingers. “Once… I eat your soul… I’ll devour the little girls!” It said in its snort like tone of voice that was until the creature’s arm was cut off by some unseen force. The ugly beast dropped the Shinigami to the ground along with its arm. It released a loud bellow of pain that sounded like finger nails running down a chalk board. “Don’t… You… Dare… Touch… My… Wife…” A man’s voice as calm as the wind said causing the creature to turn its attention on him for the time being. The figure on the ground lifted its head up slowly to see a man with shoulder length blond hair that seemed to fray out at the ends while some of it hung low on his face. His light grayish green eyes looked the creature over with a bored look. The creature snarled angrily at the man and charged right at him with a break necking speed, its intent was clear… It wanted this man dead. “You’ll pay for that! Soul Reaper!” The man just simply yawned and waited until the creature was close enough. “Hn… You Hollow’s sure are dumb…” He said before raising his arm up in the air and in a flash he was gone, this greatly confused the Hollow. As it looked around it’s self in a dumb manner the man appeared above the Hollow’s head. “Cry, Benihime!” The sword soon began to glow a bright crimson color which reflected in the Hollow’s beady golden eyes. The man’s feet soon touched the ground in a gentle fashion while the creature behind him let out another horrid bellow of pain before it fell back, blood was gushing out of the wound that the man had inflicted on the creature as it soon vanished into nothing. He sighed softly while sheathing his zanpakutō, the woman that had managed to escape from the clutch of the creature’s hand and limped over towards the shaking and whimpering little girl. She grabbed her own sword and lifted it up to the child’s head causing her eyes to widen in fear. “P-P-Please… D-D-Don’t hurt me…” The girl whimpered out causing the woman to smile softly at the sweet girl. It pained her to see children wondering around like this… She then turned her sword around so that her hilt touched the girl’s forehead. “Whoever said I was going to hurt you?” She said in a soft motherly tone, completely ignoring the fact that her shoulder was bleeding profusely now and the fact that it was getting harder to stay conscious. The little girl had her teary light brown eyes closed in fear but opened them when she felt her body disappearing. “Tell me little one… What is…? You’re name?” The woman asked as the man walked over just so that he could steady her. The little brunette haired girl looked over at her and smiled softly finally letting her tears roll freely. “Li Anko…” She said softly while watching the woman close and opens her shimmering silvery blue eyes. “What is your name?” She asked her right back, wondering who was the one to set her free. Free of her sorrow, her pain, her anguish and most importantly… Saved her from becoming a monster. The woman smiled softly while leaning against the man for support on her balance, “That’s such a pretty… Name… My… Name… Is… Urahara… Urahara Yuna…” She answered her before closing her eyes tiredly. The man looked at the woman who was unconscious in his arms. Before the girl disappeared completely he heard her say- “Thank you… Urahara… Yuna…” He sighed softly when he saw her disappear completely, jeez… Can’t she just wait for once in her life…? The man thought before he heard running footsteps hurrying over towards his direction. “Captain Urahara! Captain Urahara! Are you alright?” A panicked voice asked, just then the bouncing short haired raven gasped when he noticed the woman in his arms bleeding. “Gah!? Please put her down! We need to treat her wounds right away!” The fourth division medical Shinigami said in a panicked tone which caused the man to set the woman down gently on the ground. Before the short raven haired male could get to work his Captain came running over towards him. “Please move aside and let me look…” The woman said in a slightly soft spoken voice which caused the young man to move aside to let her get to work. It seemed that the Hollow that they were hunting in the human world was very strong… Which could mean why the Captain of the Fourth Division to be there. She looked at the two men calmly, waiting for them to move away so that she could treat the woman better. Urahara understood what she was asking for… Even though he had seen the young woman topless on many occasions, she was his wife after all. He inhaled sharply and walked away from the woman with the young male trailing behind him. After the two males walked away the Lieutenant of the Fourth Division appeared beside her Captain. “I just finished healing all of the wounded Captain Unohana… ” The short slate blue haired woman said in a calm tone of voice. “Thank you… Kotetsu-chan… Now can you please help me with Urahara-chan’s wounds?” The Lieutenant nodded her head causing her long earrings and long pieces of her hair that had beads in it move along with her nod. Captain Unohana undid the top part of Urahara Yuna’s hakama, she noticed how bloody it was and how her shoulder was still bleeding, the wound looked pretty deep which caused her to frown. At this rate the woman would die due to blood loss. She then took off the white under shirt and ordered for her Lieutenant to go and get some herbs that would help stop the bleeding. After what seemed like hours of working on the long haired raven woman’s shoulder was in reality only a few moments, it was finally healed and the bleeding stopped. At least for now it did anyways. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the woman came too, she groaned a few times before sitting up slowly. Her shoulder hurt like hell! “So… You’re finally up…” A woman’s voice said to Urahara Yuna who was rubbing her shoulder trying to get the pain to dull. “How long was I out for?” She asked as she blinked her silvery blue eyes a few times to clear the haze of sleep away, “Here…” A dark tanned hand was stretched out holding a cup. Which the raven haired female took cautiously and thanked the dark skinned woman softly before taking a sip from the cup. “And to answer your question…. You have been out for at least three weeks…” She said while leaning against the wall while watching the woman closely with her molten gold cat like eyes. Yuna’s eyes widened when she heard her say that but frowned and turned the cup around in her hands. “That long huh…” The short purple haired woman frowned as well; she hated to see her friend look so down like this. “It’s not your fault Yuna… Kisuke doesn’t blame you either… He actually thought what you did was amazing…” The woman said trying to cheer up her childhood friend. The grip on the cup tightened as the raven haired woman shook her head, “It was foolish of me to take on that Hollow all on my own…” She muttered softly to herself but unfortunately for her, her friend had amazing supernatural hearing and heard the words that she had spoken. The tan woman removed herself from the wall and walk over towards her. She bent down on her hunches and places a comforting hand on her shoulder (the unhurt one). Before she could open her mouth to scold her friend a man’s voice broke her off in an insistent. “Yoruichi… I know what you’re going to tell her… So please save you’re breaths…” The purple haired woman turned in the direction of the man’s voice and sighed softly. “And as for you Yuna… Don’t argue with Yoruichi on how strong you are… You should know better than to judge yourself.” Urahara Kisuke said softly before walking over towards the two beautiful women. He then bent down so that he was right next to his wife. She looked shocked for a few minutes before her husband raised a hand up to silent her. “No more words… Just focus on getting better alright?” She sighed softly and racked her fingers through her long raven locks. She was unaware of what was going on in the Seireitei. Unaware of the dangers that would soon come their way, unaware of the plot: to get Kisuke out of Soul Society. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By the time Yuna’s shoulder wound was healed completely, she was with child. The news of her pregnancy shocked Aizen who by then had Urahara out of Soul Society. On her way to the Twelve Division Barracks, Yuna was going to break the news to her darling husband about her being two month’s pregnant. She was done getting a checkup from Captain Unohana from the Fourth Division. At first she was surprised about finding out she was with child but told her to keep it a secret until another month, which the raven haired woman did. However, was she going to get the surprise of her life? Aizen was talking to Kurotsuchi about what had happened to Urahara. “Oh yes… It is such a shame for such a great man to be banished from the Seireitei…” Kurotsuchi sighed heavily; he was disappointed when he heard about what happened to the man who basically created the Shinigami Research Institute. He then went quiet when he saw the brunette haired man place a finger to his lips. This confused the new Captain of Squad Twelve but soon got what he meant when he caught sight of the beautiful raven, “Ah… Good afternoon Urahara-Chan…” The New Captain of Squad Five said to the woman who just raised an eyebrow wondering what was going on. “Good afternoon Aizen-sama...” She said slowly as she realized that she was talking to, two squad captains. Wait!? Squad captains! Her eyes narrowed at the two men who were eyeing her up. One with a curious look whiles the other with an awestruck look, like she would be the best experiment subject in the world. “My, oh my you seem to be looking lovelier every single day… Yuna-chan…” The new Captain of Squad Twelve said in a sickening sweet kind of way. The way Kurotsuchi sounded made her skin crawl in a very unpleasant way. The pale woman looked away from the strange looking man suddenly feeling very uneasy with seeing him wearing her husband’s haori. “Where is-” Before she could finish her sentence Aizen spoke up. The expression on his face was grim which made her assume the worst had happened. She gasped quite loudly, her slender pale hands moved up to her mouth while her silvery blue eyes widened and tear up. “Don’t tell me he’s-!” The brunette shook his head and sighed softly; he walked up to her and placed a calming hand on her shaking shoulders. “Dear woman, please don’t act so sad or upset… You wouldn’t want to harm you’re baby would you?” He said in a soothing voice which caused the new Twelve Division Captain to shake his own head and molded with the wall that he was leaning against, disappearing from sight along with his Spirit Pressure… Both were gone. The long haired raven woman looked at the glasses covered brown eyes which somehow, brought peace to her troubled mind. “You’re right… I should be thinking of the little one…” She said softly while rubbing her stomach in soothing circles. The man was watching her rub her stomach with a distasteful look shinning in his eyes, but hid the distaste so well. She then sighed once again, looking down she felt like Kisuke knew this would happen and just upped and left her. “Aizen-Sama… What happened to-?” He held up his hand and placed his arm around her shoulders, ushering the woman away from the Twelve Division Barracks. “He… Was…” He exhaled softly as he escorted her towards the Fourth Division Barracks; he could feel her panic just by how her shoulders were tensing up. The brunette haired man scratched the back of his head with his free hand. How was he going to explain this to her without upsetting her? It was silent between the two of them for a few minutes, the silent’s was unbearable for Yuna to handle, just when she was going to open her mouth, Aizen spoke up. Effectively cutting her off, “Urahara was… Dabbling in something that was… Against the rules…” He said quietly making sure that it was just the two of them who were listening and nobody else. His light brown eyes scanned the area around them and let out a huge puff of air, thank goodness nobody was listening nor was there any Spirit Pressure… Except for one. But it was faint. Curiosity got the better of the two month pregnant woman; she wanted to know what her husband was, dabbling in that just made his Spirit Pressure to just… Disappear. “What was it…?” The new Captain of the Fifth Division looked around once more before getting in front of the woman, he placed both hands on her shoulders and whispered it in her ear but before he did that he moved her long silky wavy raven hair behind her ear. “He was doing hollowfication experiments on certain Captains and Lieutenants…” A sharp gasp broke free from the woman who had a disbelieving look crossing over her face. “No… Kisuke… He would never-!” The look on Aizen face said it all. Silvery blue orbs were shining brightly with unshed tears, she couldn’t believe her ears. She didn’t want to believe… but... The look… That one look told her everything. She felt so… Betrayed by her own husband, anger crossed over her face but she instantly became calm. For the babies sake. Aizen knew right then and there that he could offer to raise the child as his own and even in itself would work in his favor. Oh yes a new plan was unfolding before him. Everything will indeed work in his favor. A/N: Yo, so this was my first try at a prologue that has dropped some serious hints, if you knew where to look. Oh and I know you all are wonder who are the OC's are. Well you might find out in the next chapter. Also if any of this confused you than VM me and I will answer all of you're questions. Oh and yes this is like the start of the series but with my own spin on it. Anyways I really hope you all have enjoyed my first try at this. ^-^;

Summary: Can love be born in the worst situation? Luka and Liam are nothing but experiments but how are they reflected in each others eyes? Status: In progress It has already been five years having to sit in this cellar…no purpose whatsoever. It’s been a long time since I've been put in here. I want to be free…but I just have to wait…and wait…until I get stronger… A laboratory, that no one dares to accuse. A laboratory, that neither the army nor government can take down. This corrupted world that just cares about money. This laboratory that takes human bodies…not caring if they’re alive or not…and turning them into monsters… A world that lived no demons, no war, and not even a negative thought…turned completely upside down… I leaned against the wall of my cellar twiddling my hair. Due to all the experiments, my hair turned form black to white. My eyes also turned from blue to red. I haven’t been outside this laboratory for such a long time. I wondered if the world changed…It probably did… A bell sounded. A door opened in my cellar. In this lab, we have rankings. The top ranks are called Perfects, a perfect finished project. Next, the Processors, just a little lower than the Perfects. They are projects that are not quite finished. Then finally the Unneeded, projects that are typically just testers for the higher ranks. The Professor’s lowest priority. They just stay in the lab so they can be tested on to make sure an experiment wouldn’t kill a Processor. Me? I’m an Unneeded…just a “toy” for the others. I walked through the door that opened in my room. It lead to the food area for all the projects. The food wasn’t that bad…unless I just got used to this hell’s food. “Luka!” someone called. I glanced over. It was 0580, another project. Because of his weird lab name, I called him by his real name, Lian. He was actually the son of this lab’s owner. I guess he hasn’t had an experiment done on his for a long time… “What is it?” I asked. Lian smiled at me happily. I did not understand how he could be so happy here. He smiled as if we were normal humans outside. “How are you so happy?” Lian stopped smiling for a second, then smiled again. He looked at me, his gaze so soft. “Might as well be happy in a place like this…if we can’t be happy in a place outside…” Lian smiled and grabbed my hand, “Shall we go eat?” he began leading me to the lunch area. I stared at the back of his head wondering…wondering how he can be like that. “Stupid…” I mumbled. Luka walked over to me with his tray full of food. “You’re not going to eat?” he asked. I sat on the lunch bench quietly. “I don’t need that food.” I replied. “Then what are you going to eat?” he cocked his head to the side as he sat next to me. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a jar filled with pills and placed it in front of Lian. “Ah…this won’t do, Luka.” He frowned, “why would you eat this stuff if there is good food over here?” Good food? I thought. How is food here good? I grabbed the jar of pills and took two pills out. Lian grabbed my wrist before I could eat the pills. “Eat this.” Lian placed an apple in front of me. Lian took the pills from my hand and threw them in the trash. “You…” I glared at Lian. Lian smiled at me happily. “From now on, you will eat good foods, ok?” Lian pointed at me playfully. I stared at him silently. “…Fine.” I sighed. Lian grasped my hands and grinned. Lian let go of my hands and began eating his food. He seemed so happy. Why doesn’t he ever think of the things that I think? Doesn’t he want to escape? Does he not want to be free? “Hey…Lian…do you ever think of escaping?” Lian stopped eating and looked at me with a concerned expression. “Luka…don’t.” Lian turned me towards himself, “It’s way to risky!” he yelled. I stared at his expressionless. “Lian…” I sighed, “I’m not planning to…” I turned back around. Lian’s face brightened. I wanted to be free, and to get away from this place. I grabbed the apple Lian gave me and pushed my lips against it. Should I eat this? Before I could take a bite, a hand grabbed the apple. The hand crushed that apple above my head. Lian jumped away quickly. I quickly turned around and tried to seize the man’s throat. The man was with other people. I looked at the man’s face. As I thought, it was a Perfect. One of the stronger Perfects, Project CM. He was one of the top ten projects. CM smirked as he looked down at me while grasping my arm. I tried to pull my arm away him. “Looks like you have pretty good plan.” CM glanced at Lian who jumped back to avoid the juices of the apple spraying him. Lian seemed nervous. “What plan?” I replied. CM lowered his face to mine. “To escape of course…but you know?” CM stuck out his tongue at me. “I can’t let you go just yet…our boss won’t be happy.” I smirked. “Well, that doesn’t matter to me does it?” “What?” “If I escape…the only one who will be getting scolded…is you.” CM exploded in anger. “You dare say that to me!” He threw his fist at me. I touched my cheek that received the impact of CM’s fist. I sat on the ground staring up at the monster. CM smiled a fiendish smile and lifted my chin. “You should learn you’re place…” CM grabbed my throat, and laid me on the table. Lian stared at us not knowing what to do. “S-stop it! Let go of him!” Lian shouted. I stared at him wide eyed. “Lian…” CM let go of my throat and looked at Lian. “Hmm…you new?” He walked towards Lian. “Don’t touch him…” I warned, breathing harshly. I held my pained throat and stood up. CM glanced back at me and smiled. “I’ll let you play a little more this time.” CM walked away with the rest of his gang. Lian ran up to me right after. “Are you okay?” He grabbed my hand and began dragging me to his room. “It’s all my fault this happened…” His grip became tighter. Why do you always blame yourself? I thought.

Status: In-progress Summary: Alexander has been crowned king and has his eye on taking his step-brother Kane and making him his Queen or consort. However, there is another man (Christen) who has his own eyes set on taking Kane and making him his Queen or consort. Who will win Kane's heart? Alexander? Or Christen? Warning: This story contains some implied character death, violence, gore and Mpreg. If you don't like then don't read. Also I don't own the song or its lyrics... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you walk away You don't hear me say, "Please, oh baby, don't go." Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight It's hard to let it go You're giving me too many things Lately, you're all I need. You smiled at me and said, "Don't get me wrong, I love you, But does that mean I have to meet your father?" When we are older you'll understand What I meant when I said, "No, I don't think life is quite that simple" The daily things that keep us all busy Are confusing me That's when you came to me and said, "Wish I could prove I love you, But does that mean I have to walk on water?" When we are older you'll understand It's enough when I say so And maybe some things are that simple Hold me Whatever lies beyond this morning Is a little later on Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all Nothing's like before~ Utada-Kingdom Hearts I ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue~ You were my sun, and I was your moon. You were my stars, and I was your sky. We were made for each other. Your smile made everybody happy even when they were down. But all that I have left of you is your memory and our son. You should really see how beautiful he has became. He looks just like you darling. He has your smile, your soft pale skin. Your big aqua marine blue eyes. Your rose petal lips. And most importantly your beautiful silvery blond locks. I stood beside the window watching our beautiful baby boy running around outside being chased by the fellow kingdoms son, laughing like there isn't a care in the world. Oh if only he knew the truth... I'm shielding him from the horrible outside world. I don't want our beloved son to know about the war that rages on outside of the castle wall's. I know I should have taught him how to sword fight but... I don't want to show him the violence. So instead I watch him run free. I smile softly, his free spirit reminds me so much of you Elania... As a few more years have pasted on I have remarried. A woman as beautiful as you are, but not quite. She already had a child. He was a few years older then our beloved little prince. And now I stand beside the window once more over looking our garden and watching our son run through the different patches of flowers while my new queen's son was sword fighting the other prince from our neighboring kingdom. Both boys looked like strong young men. However... When I saw our little prince stop running around and watch the two boys swords clash with one another. He stood there with a look of awe. Sparks flew everywhere when the two metals clashed. And yet our beloved little son watched the two, cheering the two on to do their best. My heart almost gave out when I saw those two boys stop and look over at the beloved prince. Both boys looked at him with want. They wanted our son for their own. A few months later and I had to ride out into battle. I told my new queen to watch over things while I was gone. I also told her son to keep our son safe. He just nodded his blond head and told me he would protect him with his own life. That made my sad guilty feeling die down. And so I rode out into battle leaving behind our son and our kingdom behind. (A/N: The prologue was in the kings point of view. As the story progresses the point of view's will change. For the first few chapters or so the point of view will be in the kings son's point of view. I know it sounds confusing but it will be explained later. Also it may seem slightly confusing right now because I didn't use anybodies names or have given them a name yet. Expect for the belated queen... )

Summary: Takumi is attending an all-boys school. Here he meets Gii, a popular rich guy that everyone respects, but who appears to be interested in Takumi. Status: Complete Author notes: Hum.. So, hi there stranger.. I'm fairly new when it comes to Takumi.. I've watched the movies but not read the manga, but I thought I would give this a shot anyway.. However, this is not my first time to take up fan fiction, all though I haven't written in years..and please do note that I'm not a native english speaker! Anyway, I hope you guys might be interesting in following this story.. I'm just gonna run and hide for now:hamtaro-005 (15): ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The world is spinning around him, a world with laughter, smiles and a world that soon will be filled with footsteps that echoes across the gray white hall with an almost terrible loud sound. The sound of people, the sound of fear bouncing across on the walls. He shots his eyes tightly for a second, and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but this is a world he has no wishes of being in. And yet, he is here after all.He is forcing himself to become something living, something that can perhaps become something that can look like a person one day, and not just an empty shell walking around. After everything that has happened last summer,he is putting the events behind him, and making a fresh start here or that was just simply what he has tried convincing himself when he had packed and unpacked his back for the eleventh time. Here he is, despite everything. At this boy school of all places. He laughed quietly to himself for a moment. He hadn't even bothered learning the name of the place. But it was far away, just where he wanted to be. Far away from crying mothers, from dead brothers and whispering friends. Far away where none knew who he really was. A couple of boys runs past him in light blue jacks and white shirts with their ties moving as they runs across the hall laughing. In less then a second they are gone, and he is not gripping on to his school bag, suffocation the fear inside of him, he is not letting his breath shake for the smallest second and defiantly not feeling that lightness. The need to make himself smaller and invisible. He isn't, end of story his mind tries, knowing it is as far from the truth as a person could get. No, he was putting this behind him. He straighten up and walks towards the way the boys has rushed past him a moment ago. He can do this. A faint, uncertain smile runs across his face but disappear just as quickly as it came. He snorts before opening the black wooden door to the class room. Who was he kidding? He was Takumi after all, and there was no way he could change himself or remove the scars that were now tainted in his heart, just by going far far away. He sights as he closes the door behind him and walks to the first empty desk in the back,where he hopes none would take notice.The words fresh start seems to have flown out of the window has quickly as they had come. But he didn't notice the elder, taller boy who had sat by the window with a book in his lap. He didn't notice the way he had looked at him, watched with wide eyes as the fear had creeps across his face, as his hand had shook or the way a sadness had filled his eyes a second later. Not hade he missed the look of hope disappearing from the younger boy's face, that had been replaced by just an empty black cold brown look. He didn't notice the small smile spreading across the boy's face, nor the warm look as he watched him enter the classroom. He simply didn't noticed.. Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Everytime he heard that sound, it captured his heart.. Even though it was so loud, it had no good melody i it but he had always loved it because it brought his father's memory always in his mind.. There behind his window glass he stood laying his hand on the window and gazing up at the sky watching that plane and enjoying it's noise, he closed his eyes remembering how his father used to look in his uniform and thought how perfect he looked and how much he wanted to be be like his father but his weak heart didn't let him achieve that, it was his only weak point that he couldn't get over it but he learnt how to live with it., he also had a flashback of his life and remembered when his mother abandoned him and his father when he was so young for another man and that his father had to rise him up with his grandmother's help, he loved his father so much he was his whole world, he taught him how to fight for what he thought and how to e faithful and patient and he also encouraged him to write more since he knew he had that fond of writing till the day he received a letter from the army telling him that his father died while doing his duty, he felt like his whole world crashed in front of his eyes, he felt like he had died inside, he let go of all of his dreams for awhile but with his grandmother's help he managed to keep going with his life and he studied in college to be a writer since he couldn't be a pilot like his father. His grandmother died when he was 20 years old and left him the house and good amount of money that he could live with till hi find a job. After he graduated by few months, he managed to find a job in a newspaper and he worked in the stories section. Shino was a calm guy, shy sometimes, distant and not social, he had always hid behind his glasses and pen, he had always found himself in his storied between the lines, he wasn't tall, he was 170 cm and he weighted 65 Kg, he had light brown eyes which matched perfectly with his brown hair and his white skin. His first day in work was good and he had a very nice manger who had always appreciated his work and his hard work so he loved his job so much till the day that manger had a job outside the country and he had a new manger, he thought that he would be nice like his previous one but he was mistaken. It was friday, 7 AM when the new manger had arrived so the employees were there to welcome him even Shino was there but he was nervous, he had always hated crowd but h had to be there to see his manger and to see how he looked like, he had captured SHino's eyes from the first moment his eyes saw him, he was tall about 190 cm, his body matched perfectly with his length, he had those gray deep eyes with a black hair had slight gray color on the sides above his ears, he was very confident, he barely smiled or even looked at Shino's direction, he lightened his cigaret and looked at them having a very small smile and thanked them for welcoming him allowing them to leave and begin their work but he stopped SHino while he was leaving by his words "Are you the kid who writes in the stories section?? I guess you need to improve your method" Shino's eyes widened and he froze in his place unable to believe what he just heard, he turned around to look at his new manger "Improve my method?" e mager nodded without saying a word then waved by his hand as a sign for him to leave. Shino was very mad and annoyed at what the other's said but he didn't know that he was a writer as well and it was his way to make his stories sound better, he had experienced hard days with that new manger, he almost hated to in the same place with him, he made him edit his story 10 times, he was screaming inside and he was about to scream at the other not caring about the results but it the monster inside him had calmed down when he saw that smile on ther other's face, a smile he had never seen, for the first time he noticed how charming his eyes look when he smiles..It was just ...charming.. he had a slight blush on his face when he realized that he was staring at the other's face and the other noticed that as well so he smirked a little allowing him to leave after telling him that it was the perfect way to write his story and ordered him to publish it without changing a word in it. With days passing by, the warm feeling in Shino's heart were increasing towards Murasame his manger and the other noticed that and had a plan to take advantages of that so he started to treat him nicely and pretended to like him just to take what he wanted, he liked SHino's figure, he wanted to touch him everywhere and to see every part of him, he didn't care if he was his or not or even to love him or not, he only wished to have one night with him, no more. But for Shino it was different thing because he wanted to be with him he wanted to feel his touch but as a lover not an user. So one night Murasame asked SHino to come over to his house and to bring the story he was working on with him so he would be able to work on it and help him to make it the best story ever, the other agreed since he wanted to spend most of his time with Murasame and since he was lonely because he had nobody to live with him. He went to manger's house wearing blue jumper and white scarf has blue lines in it around his neck with dark blue trousers and he knocked the door and waited and he got surprised when the other opened the door wearing a silk red rob and his boxers holding a cup of wine in his hand, Shino blushed deeply when he saw the other's bare chest and he looked away but down to avoid eyes contact, the other held his hand heading to the living room to work on their story, he offered him a drink but Shino protested at first since he was lightheaded drunker but he agreed when the other insisted, Shino drank more than 4 cups which were enough to make him drunk and that was what the other wanted, he wanted SHino to lose control. Murasame gazed at the other's face for few seconds and noticed how beautiful his face was,he caressed it removing the hair that was on Shino's forehead away and pressed his lips against the other's looking into his eyes to see how he would react, Shino's eyes widened in surprise but sooner he started to close them submissively so Murasame didn't stop, he just kept going deepening the kiss, he spreaded the other's lips by his tongue swirling it around his in circular motion sucking on it and licking the tip of it to hold his caliva inside his mouth and tasting letting his hot breaths touch the other's skin, Shino was melting between the other's hands , he wasn't able to resist, he was only panting and blushing bright red, Murasame pulled back looking at the other's red face and noticing his panting enjoying them more than anything, he carried him to his room and pushed him on his bed, he smirked at him before licking his lip, he stood in the front of the bed and took off his robe before bringing chains to tie Shino up but first he took off his whole clothes so he would be able to look at his naked body, it was as he imagined it, every single detail was like the one he had in his mind, he handcuffed him into the edges of the bed and started to caresses the other's body, he leaned down a little to bite his ear enjoying the way the other trembled between his hands and the flinch he had with the perfect match with the blush on his face and hewnted to see it more so he bit his neck a little harder, Shino wiggled and shuddered letting out small moan while wincing "Wh-what are you doing?" he panted while asking him that but for Murasame it seemed like a begging for him to not stop...

Summary: Go to LIGHT Corrupted World It has already been five years having to sit in this cellar…no purpose whatsoever. It’s been a long time since I've been put in here. I want to be free…but I just have to wait…and wait…until I get stronger… A laboratory, that no one dares to accuse. A laboratory, that neither the army nor government can take down. This corrupted world that just cares about money. This laboratory that takes human bodies…not caring if they’re alive or not…and turning them into monsters… A world that lived no demons, no war, and not even a negative thought…turned completely upside down… I leaned against the wall of my cellar twiddling my hair. Due to all the experiments, my hair turned form black to white. My eyes also turned from blue to red. I haven’t been outside this laboratory for such a long time. I wondered if the world changed…It probably did… A bell sounded. A door opened in my cellar. In this lab, we have rankings. The top ranks are called Perfects, a perfect finished project. Next, the Processors, just a little lower than the Perfects. They are projects that are not quite finished. Then finally the Unneeded, projects that are typically just testers for the higher ranks. The Professor’s lowest priority. They just stay in the lab so they can be tested on to make sure an experiment wouldn’t kill a Processor. Me? I’m an Unneeded…just a “toy” for the others. I walked through the door that opened in my room. It lead to the food area for all the projects. The food wasn’t that bad…unless I just got used to this hell’s food. “Luka!” someone called. I glanced over. It was 0580, another project. Because of his weird lab name, I called him by his real name, Lian. He was actually the son of this lab’s owner. I guess he hasn’t had an experiment done on his for a long time… “What is it?” I asked. Lian smiled at me happily. I did not understand how he could be so happy here. He smiled as if we were normal humans outside. “How are you so happy?” Lian stopped smiling for a second, then smiled again. He looked at me, his gaze so soft. “Might as well be happy in a place like this…if we can’t be happy in a place outside…” Lian smiled and grabbed my hand, “Shall we go eat?” he began leading me to the lunch area. I stared at the back of his head wondering…wondering how he can be like that. “Stupid…” I mumbled.

Summary: A sheep needs a buddy in this big, bad world. Who else but to get a wolf as his partner. Status: Completed Author Note: Sheep - A person who exclusively follows a group, movement, political party, organization, person etc., and tends to hold the opinion or ideals of this group in high esteem, even if the opinion/ideal is negative or is problematic. He followed him throughout life, without a peep, a silent, quiet little sheep. Not a word was uttered or an objection, as all he yearned for was affection. A quiet little sheep. A silent, little sheep. And the wolf led him, day in and day out. It all started in his Junior Year. The Sheep had drifted through, wandering about the school without leaving a mark. He was nothing special. His fleece was not the prettiest, or the thickest. He was not the tallest, or the shortest. His bleats quavered slightly, but were unmemorable, even when they were uttered. The Wolf changed that. The Wolf saw the sheep, this unremarkable sheep, and he stole him, not at first, no, it was slow. It was a pace in which the Sheep would be comfortable with, a stroll. The Sheep wouldn't notice his plan, and when he did, he wouldn't care. It wasn't stealing. It was luring. He was roped in within a month. After that many things occurred. The Wolf left the school when his graduation came, but never really left, always there before and after, always calling or texting. He left his marks on peoples' minds and on the school (and also on The Sheep.) The Sheep graduated a year later. He left feeling scared and anxious, the freedom of life weighing him down. The Wolf helped him with that. The Wolf led him, took him into his arms and walked with him, talked with him, showing him that life wasn't so scary with a partner. The Wolf. His Wolf. Was he his Wolf? Maybe he was just The Wolf, and he was His Sheep. That seemed more accurate. Much more accurate. A few months later, The Sheep found himself in the hospital. His bones broken, bruises and scratches and slices finger-painting their way over and across his body. The doctors never did find out who had done it to him. No, they had, but not in the manner where there was evidence to be produced or prior records to bring to the attention of the police and other officials.All they could do was see The Sheep be walked back to the lair for another feasting. The Wolf take a slow time with feasting. He didn't like to devour his meals quickly. Not when they could last. And especially not when they were stupid enough to stay in the first place. And he only thought women were like that. -- They buried The Sheep in a small funeral. Not many attended. The Sheep hadn't made any friends over his course of time. The Wolf had spoke some words about his Sheep, and then he had left to go to a woman across town. And then he went to the casino, and then back to his office to snort up his fix of some hooker's stomach. After the wild mish-mash of he won't try to remember, The Wolf finally took the time to think about his Sheep. The Sheep had been unremarkable. He had also been easy prey, as they all are. But he was a good Sheep. He was.. He was-- His. He had been His. Even in death, he was his. The fleeting smiles belonged to him, the tears, the laughs and cries. The convulsions and the screams. Those lips. Those eyes. His skin. His very essence. The Wolf had taken it all. He'd eaten that Sheep in increments, savoring his taste completely. There were other herds to go to, of course, but that Sheep.. A thought occurred to him. The Wolf didn't often think about his dead possessions. This was rare. He sat back, and thought some more, remembering, reminiscing. And the Sheep lie down, finally. Mostly unloved, and hardly remembered. But at least he could say they were in very little amounts. And even then, he couldn't. --

Vasha A.K.A: Subject 11PE Adept Biography: Weapon: Weapon Origin: Random Fact: The only people that had seen his appearance are dead, except for the Illusive Man. His life time objective is the destruction of Cerberus. Quote: "My first memories are of pain. That will also be the last of what Cerberus will remember."

Summary: The love story of Zecriah, a cat-human boy and Seth and how the reach happiness after some misfortunes. Status: Complete Warning: Rape My first time posting one of my stories online.. Please enjoy. "Aww!! So cute!!" "They're so soft!!" "I'm so jealous!!" The regular routine carried on day after day. I would walk to school and as soon as I stepped onto the grounds, I was swarmed. Girls pushed and shoved, trying to get a feel of the natural black cat ears coming out of my head. My tail would always be wrapped around my waist by then. If I didn't get it early, it would get stomped on. One girl stepped forward and reached up for my ears. My eyes widened for a second before closing lazily. I let out a purr-like sound. "Awww!!!" the girls erupted in coos, shocking me. I jerked away from the girl and ran away. I was the only one with ears and a tail. It was fun sometimes, but it also got to be incredibly annoying. Like how all the guys made fun of me and the girls always wanted to pet me. "I'm a normal kid; just leave me alone..." I mumbled, gripping the straps of my bookbag tightly. Sighing, I walked into the gym where all students were supposed to go in the morning. I sat in the bleachers and waited for the bell to ring patiently. My teacher walked in and smiled at the few people in the room. The sound of lockers closing and students talking came in the room. My ears twitched at the loud sounds and my tail stayed straight. Mrs.Marly smiled apologetically at me and shut the door softly. I smiled in appreciation and relaxed. A few minutes later, everyone was in their seat. "Okay so we'll start with vocab words." Mrs.Marly said, passing out papers. "You all need to pair up; working alone will not be accepted." a silent sigh slipped out of my mouth. "Let's work together, Zecriah." I turned and looked at the object of my undying love. Seth Richardson. His beautiful blonde hair framed his face perfectly. Bright blue eyes looked at me with trust and happiness. Everytime I saw him, I was instantly hypnotized. "Zecriah?" I blinked, then smiled after remembering what he said. "Y-Yeah, sure!! You wanna come up here?" I asked, gesturing to the desk next to me. He smiled and nodded back, getting up and sitting next to me. "Okay, so, let's start from the bottom and go up." I nodded and adjusted my paper, getting a pencil with my tail out of reflex. "God, he's such a show off..." I heard a boy mumble behind me. "Yeah, and we have PE today. All the girls are going to be all over him again. 'Oh Zecriah, you're so awesome!!! Take me now!!!'" the other boy impersonated a high-pitched voice. I stared at my paper and slowly put my pencil down. Seth looked at me before frowning and looking at the two behind us. "Hey. Shut up. Just because you look like a monkey doesn't mean you have to take it out on Zecriah." the boys stayed silent. That's the thing I loved about Seth. He cared about me and the others always listened to him. He sighed and turned back. "The last one is bludgeon." I nodded and wrote it down. The day passed normally and it was soon time for PE. That also passed normally with all the guys being pissed and the girls cooing over me. I was in the showers with the others. Many of the guys had left already and there were exactly five people left. Seth had left a long time ago and I was just finishing. I turned off my shower and reached for my towel. My hand met the wall, but no towel. I looked around, frowning. "Looking for this?" my eyes widened at the voice and I subconsiously held myself, ears flat and tail around my waist. I turned to the voice and saw a group of three boys. The leader was a guy named Jeremiah Watson. He was one of the very few that ignored everything Seth said. The other two were twins named Greg and Craig Nelson. They always sneered and Greg always copied the ends of Craig's sentences. I looked at Jeremiah. "Yes. Please give it to me." I asked softly, holding out my hand. He smiled and dangled it just out of reach. I lunged forward to get it and he quickly caught me around my waist. "Nice one boss!" Craig said with a smirk. "Yeah! Nice one!" Greg parrotted. Craig turned to Greg. "Will you stop copying me?" Greg smiled. "Yeah, stop copyi- Oh." he realized what his twin meant when he started glaring. I looked up at my captor. "Jeremiah, please, I don't... Have..." I trailed off at the unexpected-not normal-smile that showed up on Jeremiah's face. He scratched my ears just the way I loved it and I practically melted right then. "Shh... You don't need money today, buddy." I lazily nodded to show I was listening. "We're gonna have some fun..." he whispered into my ear. Just as I was about to ask what he meant, a hand wrapped around my manhood. I jumped and let out a yelp. His arm tightened around my waist as I started to struggle. A washcloth was shoved into my mouth. "Craig, Greg, hold him still." he said. The twins took me and threw me on the floor, holding down one of my arms each. Jeremiah got in between my legs. He held out his hand and Craig reached up to where he usually took his shower, pulling down a bottle. Jeremiah took it and uncapped it, putting some of the liquidy stuff into his palm. He rubbed it on his hard cock and that's when I realized it was lube. My eyes widened and I struggled harder, trying to kick him. He held my legs up and smiled at me. "Feel free to call for Seth's help you god damn whore." with that, he shoved into me and searing pain shot through my body. "Mnng!!" I groaned through the rag, clenching my fists and trying to escape still. "Sit... Still!" he thrusted into me hard and I screamed, tears now falling down my cheeks. He pulled back out and slammed in again and again. About three minutes in, I gave up and went limp, crying silently. I felt like I was falling apart. My heart was hurting and my thoughts were plagued with pleads for Seth to come and save me. Jeremiah pulled out of me and I opened my eyes, looking at him blearily. "Wanna see something?" I stayed still and he put a hand in front of my entrance before pushing two fingers in. I closed my eyes again, not wanting to see anything. His fingers left. "C'mon, open your eyes." he coaxed. "Come on, little kitty..." his voice got soft and a hand petted my hair reassuringly, slightly rubbing my ears gently. I reluctantly opened my eyes. He smiled softly. "There's a good boy... Now look." he held his fingers up with blood dripping off them. "You're so tender down there that you tore..." I whimpered and shut my eyes again, turning away. My body was actually tearing. It hurt like hell. "Aww, does it hurt, Zeccy?" I hesitantly nodded. All three of them chuckled. "What would make it better, huh?" I opened my eyes and looked at him again. "Tell me what you want." "Mlet mme glo..." I said through the cloth. Jeremiah smirked. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that..." "Mlet mme mglo!! Pwez!!" I jumped towards him, fresh tears coming to my eyes and renewed fight in my blood. The twins' hold tightened and I winced, relaxing again. Their hold only got stronger. "Mmm... U... Urts...." I said, weakly trying to pull away. "Guys, you're hurting him. Let up a little." Jeremiah said. "Sorry, boss." "Yeah, sorry." the twins loosened their hold and Jeremiah pet my hair again. "Better?" I nodded. "Good boy... Can I finish?" I looked at him with fear. "I'll do it by hand?" reluctantly, I nodded again. He smiled and rubbed my ears. "Good, good, boy..." I looked away as he jerked himself off and flinched as his seed landed on my stomach. He reached into my mouth and pulled out the washcloth. "Craig, Greg, let go." the holds dissappeared and I instantly curled into myself, crying loudly. "Go home, guys." "But boss-" "Go." I heard them leave and flinched as a soft and gentle hand rubbed my back and went up to scratch my ears. "Shh... You're safe..." I felt him lean over me and a gentle kiss was placed on my cheek. "... You smell really good..." I didn't want to hear these things from him... He scared me with his mood swings... "You use that expensive strawberry stuff, right? I love it... And... I love... You..." I let out an especially loud sob and curled away. "Please, Zecriah, look at me and give me a response..." I sat up as best I could and looked at him. "You want a response? How dare you. That's my response. How dare you rape me then say you love me." I said softly, curling into myself while trying to keep a steady glare with him. He frowned. "I'm sorry, Zecriah, I just didn't know how to tell you." I looked away. "Look, I really feel dirty and broken right now; I don't want to talk to you..." Jeremiah looked at me then suddenly put his hand on my throat, pushing me against the wall. "You will do as I say until I am sick of it, got it?!" he said through clenched teeth. When I didn't answer, his hold tightened, making me grab his hand in protest. "Answer me!!" "Yes, yes, please just let go!!" I begged, more tears coming to my eyes again. He pulled me up and shoved me back against the wall. "And don't you dare tell anyone or you'll hear from me." he left. I looked at the clock. I was way late, but I needed to shower again... "Zecriah? Is that you?" a man's voice called as I walked into my house. "Yeah." I called back, slipping my shoes off by the door and walking into the living room. A man sat at a desk at a laptop while another sat at a coffee table with papers. "What took you so long?" asked the man at the desk. "I was getting some help with homework, Trevor." these men were my care takers. I always assumed they were brothers since they have the same last name and even look a little bit alike. They worked at the lab where I was created. Yes, created. You didn't think a boy with cat ears and tail could just be born, did you? "Okay." "You could've just asked me." protested the other man. "You're here to take care of me, not help me with homework, Tyler." I said, sitting next to him. He sighed. "I guess not, but since you're the closest I'll ever get to a son, I want to help you in anyway I can." I nodded and fell silent. "By the way, that Seth kid called. He was asking about some plans for tonight." I sighed and leaned back. "Here or his place?" "Here, of course." "Right." I stood. "I'll call him from my room. I don't want to be bothered tonight, please." I started to walk away when Tyler called me back. "Hey, wait, how was your day?" I turned to him. "... I was raped." I whispered before turning and running up to my room. "Zecriah, please, it's been three hours, you have to tell us if you were hurt!!" Tyler pleaded. "Quit acting like a baby or we could get traded for some other scientists!!" Trevor called. "I already told you guys that I was torn!! Now leave me alone!!" I screamed at my locked door before hiding my face in my knees again. "Then let us nurse you!" Tyler pled again. "I just want to be alone! I feel nasty and slutty and I never want to see anyone ever again!" I cried. My phone rang, making me jump. I sniffled and picked it up. "H-Hello?" "Zecriah? What's wrong?" Seth's voice asked. I started to panic. "Oh hey Seth!! Nothing's wrong, nothing at all. Nope." I said quickly. "... You're lying... What happened? You're never like this... Did something happen after I left school?" he pressed. "No, Seth, really, I'm fine..." I said with a sigh. "No you're not..." "Seth, just-" "Tell me the-" "Seriously, I'm fi-" "Zecriah-" "Stop interrupting me!" I shouted. "Shut up and let me talk!" there was silence on the other end. "... I'm sorry..." I mumbled. "No, I was the one who kept interrupting you. Please, go ahead." he said calmly. "... I don't want to tell you what happened, so you will know me as 'I'm fine'." he sighed. "Why not, Zecriah?" I was silent for a second. "... I just... can't... Will you come over though? I really need someone to comfort me..." "Of course. I'll be right over." "Thank you..." "Don't mention it." "There's a lot of blood but only a minor tear took place..." Tyler mumbled from the bottom of the hospital bed. "The arms are slightly bruised as is the neck." Trevor added, writing on a clipboard after running a finger over the bruises on my arms and neck. Embarassing as it was to be buck naked with him, Seth stood at my head, petting my ears just like I liked it. "His ankles were held tighter then the others. Seems like medium level bruises." Tyler observed, standing straight. "Maybe its skin is just weaker there?" Trevor asked, looking at him. "It's possible. I'll bring up the body map to double check." Tyler walked to a desk and took off his medical gloves before typing on it. A picture of a body on a blue graphed background showed up. Many colors were spread across the surface and Tyler examined the ankles. "This says that the skin is actually a tad bit stronger." "By how much?" Trevor asked, going up behind him. "I don't know; we'll need to do another scan since he's grown. Maybe it is actually weaker." Trevor nodded and the walked back to me. "Okay, Seth, you need to step back." Seth nodded and pressed his forehead to mine first before backing away. Tyler pulled a machine over me. "Remember, you need to stay still." I nodded and settled myself, closing my eyes. A buzz was heard as one of them flipped a switch. Light shined through my eyelids for a few seconds before it moved down the rest of my body. "Okay, all done." I opened my eyes again and Seth was back by my ears, rubbing them again. My caretakers went back to the computer where the new body map was. They were quiet. "... That's not good." Trevor said. "No. No it's not." Tyler added. "What?" I asked, sitting up. "I was wrong. You were majorly torn." Tyler walked back to me, his face devoid of all emotion and I knew he was trying not to cry. "Just lay back, sleep, and we'll take care of it." Trevor brought over another machine and started hooking it up and turning it on. "I'll be fine, right?" I asked calmly. "Sleep." Tyler said again, his voice wavering slightly. "But I'll be fine, right?!" I asked more forcefully. He looked at me. "If you weren't going to be okay, I wouldn't be doing it. Now shut up and sleep." he commanded harshly. I looked down and nodded, laying back. Seth rubbed my ears one last time before backing away again. Trevor put a mask over me and I soon fell to the devices of sleeping gas. When I woke up, I was in my room, tucked into my bed. I sat up and saw Seth asleep on the small couch I had. Sighing, I stood, not sore at all, and walked out of my room, down the hall. Trevor's voice sounded in my cat ears as I approached the lab. "This is why I didn't want you to volunteer for this experiment. You get too emotionally attached to things." "Trevor, don't start this..." Tyler's voice sighed. "Blood is normal." he added in his working tone. I walked to the door and watched, hidden, as he moved around and Trevor worked on the computer. "... Seriously, you even named it." Tyler stopped moving. "He." "It." Tyler turned to him, fury all over his face. "Why can't you ever let me be happy?!" he shouted. Trevor sighed. "When you get happy, you get hopeful, then an experiment fails and I'm stuck picking up your broken pieces." "Zecriah's different!" Tyler said, anger replaced by something that resembled begging. "Number 52 and no it's not!" Trevor said, raising his voice slightly as he stood. "It will fail and when it does, you're going to be broken and torn apart all over again." Tyler let out a frustrated noise as his watery eyes overflowed slightly. "God, I hate you!" he shouted. The lab fell silent. "... Trevor, I didn't mean it..." Tyler mumbled after awhile. Trevor stared at him for a bit before walking to him. My eyes widened and I stumbled backwards as I saw them kiss. It was more then a family kiss, too. It was like a kiss that I dreamed of Seth giving me. I hurried away and back to my room, shutting the door softly. I looked at a still sleeping Seth. I seriously needed a hug already. "My caretakers are incestuous..." I mumbled. As I made my way back to my bed, the memories of what had happened in the showers came back. I stopped halfway there and sat on the floor, suddenly not wanting to deal with anything. I felt extremely tired and bored. Laying down, I reached up lazily and yanked the comforter off my bed, curling into it. I went off into a dreamless sleep. "Zeccy... Zeccy, you'll get a cold sleeping like that..." I opened my eyes slowly and saw Seth shaking me lightly. "What time is it?" I mumbled sleepily, sitting up. "Like one thirty in the morning." nodding, I gave him my hand and he helped me up. He helped me sit on my bed and covered me again. "Goodnight, Zecriah." "Night, Seth..." I turned on my side and closed my eyes. Right before I lost consciousness, I felt a pair of lips touch my head. "I love you..." When I woke up again, my room was bright with natural sunlight. I got up, again, and walked into the living room. Tyler looked up from some papers and smiled, standing. He set his papers down and walked to me, brushing my hair back with a gentle hand. "How's my prescious boy?" he asked softly. I looked up at him and the memory of his kiss with Trevor came back. Blushing, I looked away. "I'm fine..." I mumbled. He sighed. "Right... C'mon. Let's get you something to eat." his hand slid down my cheek so his arm could rest around my shoulders as we walked towards the kitchen. Seth and Trevor were already there, helping each other out with cooking. Trevor turned at the sound of us walking in and smiled softly at Tyler, who smiled back. I used to think it was because they were just feeling friendly. Now I know it's because they got a little too friendly last night. Seth smiled at me and came to give me a small hug. I hugged him back and laid my forehead on his shoulder, sighing. "You okay?" he asked softly. "I'm just tired..." I mumbled, closing my eyes. He nodded and rubbed my back gently. "Come on, sit down." Seth pulled back and led me to the table , sitting me down. Trevor and Tyler also sat with coffee and waffles. A plate was placed in front of me and I couldn't help but smile at the strawberries on top of a large waffle. Seth sat next to me and smiled warmly. "Just thought you'd like it." I nodded. "I do. Thank you." he nodded and went to his own food. "They're so cute..." I heard Tyler say very softly to Trevor. Trevor gave a small nod. Sighing, I started eating. "Oh, hey, we need blood." I looked up at Trevor. "Why?" Tyler sighed. "To test you." Seth frowned. "You think it's possible Zecriah got an STD?" he shrugged. "It is a possibility, considering we know nothing. We don't even know who it was." my crush looked at me. "Who was it?" I looked at my waffle and sighed. "... No one. Let's drop it, yeah?" I took a bite. "And no, it shouldn't be possible." Seth shifted next to me and scratched the table slightly as he cleared his throat. "So he didn't... Finish... Inside you?" I nearly choked and coughed heavily. "N-No! He did not!" I exclaimed. He nodded and looked away. Trevor smiled slightly and Tyler let out a small huff of laughter. "It's not funny! It's embarassing!" they nodded quickly to please me and the room fell into a quiet covorsation as we ate. The rest of the weekend had passed with a few tests and outings with Seth. Sometimes I wondered why we didn't just hook up already. We were practically already a couple. He even looked at me like... My thoughts trailed off as I realized the conclusion I came to. I glanced at Seth's seat next to me just in time to see his own eyes flash away. So he was watching me, huh? I put my chin in my hand, blocking the view of my mouth so I could smile smugly. The bell rang and I stood with Seth. "Hey, Zecriah, you have any plans fo-" "Hi, Zeccy." an arm wrapped around my waist and I tensed slightly at the familiar voice. "H-Hi, Jeremiah..." I mumbled, staring at the floor perfectly still. Seth glared at him. "We were talking." Jeremiah smirked. "Well you aren't anymore. C'mon, Zeccy." he started walking and Seth looked at me. "You aren't seriously-" Jeremiah looked back at me and his eyes flashed. "I said come on, Zecriah." I flinched and looked at Seth while walking away. "I-I'll see you later Seth..." "But Zecriah..." I glanced back at him helplessly before Jeremiah grabbed me roughly and pulled me away. I was slammed against a wall, making me cry out. Jeremiah had taken me to his personal hide-out in a practically deserted part of town. "What does he have that I don't?!" Jeremiah snarled, gripping the collar of my neck. All I could do was stare at him fearfully. He pulled me away and slammed me back against the wall. "Answer me!!" I sniffled, tears coming to my eyes. "Ple-Please st-stop, Jer-Jeremiah... Y-You're scar-scaring m-me..." he clenched his jaw and threw me down, instantly on top of me. "Scaring you, huh?! Then let's try and calm you down a bit!" Jeremiah yanked my pants down and I let out a small sound of protest, trying to kick away. "Now, now, Zeccy... I don't want to have to hurt you..." he said threateningly, sneering as he tore my shirt off. Ignoring him, I tried clawing his arm. He growled and reached up, yanking on one of my ears. I let out a yowl and fell limp with pain. Smirking, he took off his own pants. "There's a good boy." he shoved into me and I barely jolted in pain. He pressed his lips to my neck and moaned against it, thrusting fast and hard. "Nn, yeah, you fucking whore..." I closed my eyes and turned my head away, trying not to hear him. "Tell me you're a whore..." I stayed silent and he ran a hand up my body to hold my neck. I opened my eyes and whimpered slightly. "I-I'm a whore..." I whispered. He chuckled against my skin, thrusting harder. I clenched my jaw and looked away. He grabbed my tail, but I tried to keep ignoring him. Jeremiah rubbed it gently, in turn making my muscles relax in reflex. I closed my eyes again as he let out a particularly loud moan and thrusted faster. Jeremiah leaned over me. "Tell me how much you love my cock..." he breathed in my ear. I sniffled and let out a soft sob. "I-I l-l-love y-your co-cock..." I sobbed. Suddenly, he stopped and I looked up to see him shudder as I was filled with a mysterious feeling. I instantly knew what it was and tears overflowed. He pulled out of me and looked at me. "Did you like that, baby?" he mumbled, leaning over my face. I sobbed again before nodding. "C-Can I-I g-g-go h-home n-now...?" I sniffled. He nodded. I stood and put my clothes back on. Jeremiah shoved me against the wall one last time and pressed his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. My eyes widened and I growled before biting down on his tongue. He jumped away and glared at me. "What did you just do?" he said softly. "I bit your fucking tongue." I growled. My head was slammed to the side as a fist went into my jaw and then quickly to my stomach. I fell to the floor and he pulled me up by my hair, slamming the back of my head against the wall. I grunted and glared at him steadily. "Get out of here, you fucking slutty bitch." he threw me towards the door and I left as quickly as possible. "Zecriah John Fredricks!" Tyler's yelling voice met my ears harshly. He stormed into the entryway with Trevor behind him. Tyler glared at me and crossed his arms. "Can I help you?" I asked plainly. He clenched his jaw. "You do not talk to me like that. I was worried sick!" I rolled my eyes and shoved passed him. "I'm so sorry, almighty scientist." I said, sarcasm practically dripping off my words. All I wanted to do was sleep. A hand closed around my wrist and I snarled, snapping it away. I turned to Tyler. "Don't fucking touch me!!!" I shouted. My head snapped to the side. The room went deathly still as my cheek burned. "Oh my god, Zecriah, I-" Tyler tried reaching out to me and I stepped back quickly. "No. No, I don't care. I don't. One more fucking person beating me. What the fuck do I care?!" I shouted the last sentence before turning and running to my room, slamming the door. Unfortunately, I hadn't been thinking about my tail and got it caught in the door. I screamed. "Fuck! Dammit all!" I opened the door and pulled my tail in. Before I could shut it, a sneaker propped it open. I looked up to see Trevor glaring. Letting go of the door, I stepped back. He walked in and shut the door. "You're a piece of work, you know that?" he said softly. "Tyler has worked his ass off for sixteen years to help you live and that's how you fucking repay him?" I glared back at him. "What do you care?! You never liked me anyway! I'm just an experiment to you!" he nodded. "Yeah, you are. But Tyler loves you. You're basically his son." I scoffed. "Why can't he just adopt? That's what gay couples do, right? Oh, but I guess it'd look weird to the social worker since you're brothers!" Trevor frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I saw you kiss Tyler in the lab!" he rolled his eyes. "So what? That's what MARRIED couples do!" I frowned. "Married?" he sighed. "Yes, married. Tyler and I are married." I stayed silent. "When you're ready to apologize, we'll be downstairs." he left. I walked to my bed and layed down. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone rang. Sighing, I turned and answered it. "Hello?" "Zecriah?" I sighed at Seth's voice. "Yeah?" he was quiet for a second. "It was Jeremiah, wasn't it?" I remembered what Jeremiah had said the first time. "No." "But-" I sighed for a third time. "Look, Seth, I'm tired. I need sleep." I could practically feel his frown. "Oh... Okay... Well, call me when you're ready to talk." "Mhm." "Okay... Goodnight." "Night." I dropped my phone into the holder again and turned away, falling asleep. I walked around to the back of the school as the late bell rang. I didn't want to go to class, so I decided to skip. A few kids looked up as I walked over. There was a girl and two guys dressed all in black and wearing black make-up. The girl smirked. "Hey, guys, look. It's Mr.Popular." she took a drag off a cigarette while the guys laughed shortly. I looked at the girl. "... Can I get one of those?" she looked at the cigarette then me. "You gonna crush it and tell me how bad it is?" I shook my head. "I just need something to calm down." she nodded and pulled out a black Hello Kitty tin, opening the top and holding it out to me. I took one of the many cigarettes and she took out a black Hello Kitty lighter, lighting it for me. I nodded and placed it between my lips, taking a drag. I winced slightly, but didn't hack up a lung like I'd expected. The girl smirked. "You ever done this before?" I shook my head. "Well, pretty good for a beginner then. I'm Samantha." she pointed to the taller of the guys. "That's Tobias and the other is Demetri." they nodded to me. "Sup Zecriah?" Tobias asked. I smiled softly. "You know me?" "Who doesn't? Are those real?" Samantha asked, looking at my ears. I made them twitch. "That answer your question?" she smiled and nodded. "It's cool if you hang with us, but only for a little while." I nodded and leaned against the wall, taking another drag. I looked at the cigarette then to Samantha. "Who fixes you up?" she looked at me and scoffed. "We do it ourselves. All we need is pockets." I smirked. "So you stole them?" they nodded. "Yeah." Demetri mumbled. "That's so cool..." I said softly before inhaling it again. That's how I spent my day at school. "Zecriah! There you are! Trevor and Tyler are soooo mad!" Seth jogged to me after school got out. Samantha had left with Demetri awhile ago, so Tobias and I had decided to talk. Seth stopped and stared. "Wait, are you smoking?!" he asked, seeing the freshly lit cigarette in my hand. It was only my second since the first time this morning. I nodded. "This does resemble a cigarette..." I mumbled. He clenched his jaw and stepped up to me, pulling the cigarette away and stomping it out. "Hey! I was-" "Come on; I'm taking you home." he grabbed my wrist and fear shot through me. I tore away from him and backed up. "Don't touch me!" he frowned. "I'm sorry?" I shook my head and looked away. "Just go home." "But Zecri-" "Hey, if the dude wants you to go, go." Tobias said, stepping forward. Seth frowned deeper. "I don't think you have any right to tell me what to do." Tobias clenched his jaw. "You wanna bet, pretty boy?!" my face fell and I backed up. Seth's eye twitched. "Pretty boy...? Oh, you're just begging to get hurt, aren't you?!" Tobias smirked and they both stepped closer. "I dare you to try it." Seth pulled his arm back and I shouted, stepping between them quickly. He didn't stop his hand in time and pain shot through my head as I fell onto the ground. I rested my head in my hands and clenched my fists, gripping my hair tightly along with my ears. "Oh god, Zecriah!" my crush got on his knees in front of me as I started sobbing. He pulled me to his chest and pet my hair. "Shh... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have even started punching..." I released my head and grabbed onto his shirt. A serious sounding song played. "Hey, dude, are you gonna be alright?" I heard Tobias ask. I nodded. "Okay... I need to go meet Sam and Dem. Sorry. Here." he leaned down and rubbed my ears. I also felt him slip a pack of cigarettes into the hem of my pants. I looked at him and he gave a barely noticeable wink before turning and running off. I leaned against Seth and sniffled. "Seth... I... I don't want it anymore..." I whispered. He rested his head on mine. "What are you talking about?" he whispered back. "Life. I don't want to live anymore." he jerked my head up so I was looking at him. "Take it back." "Why? It's how I feel..." his eyes started glistening with sadness, fear, and love. "Please don't say that..." he whispered. I frowned. "Why?" "Because I... I... I... Well, I mean, I... Dammit." Seth pressed his lips to mine. I was stunned. This is what I had always wanted, but still, I couldn't respond. He pulled back and stared at me before sadness and embarassment showed in his eyes. "I-I'm sorry..." he let me go. I snapped out of it then and gripped his shirt tightly. "Don't... Don't let go..." I whispered. I pressed my lips to his and closed my eyes. It was his turn to be stunned. But he quickly overcame it and hurriedly kissed me back. The kiss deepened as did our hold with each other. He pulled back and went after my neck. I gasped and tossed my head to the side. "S-Seth!" he stopped and pulled away fully, standing. I looked up at him confusedly. "Wh-Why'd you stop?" I asked. Seth bent down and pulled me up. "I need to get you home." he muttered, starting to walk away. I hurried after him and grabbed his hand. He looked at me. I smiled very softly. "I love you too." he blushed and started walking, lacing our fingers together. "I... I'm home!" I called hesitantly. As expected, Tyler and Trevor were instantly there. Seth had left me at my porch. The scientists looked at me disapprovingly. I looked at the ground. "... Tyler?" I asked softly. "What?" he snapped. I flinched slightly and looked away. "I'm really really sorry... I shouldn't have said such a vulgar word and I promise not to do it again..." Tyler was quiet for a second, then arms were around me. "It's okay, Zecriah... I shouldn't have slapped you... It wasn't right..." I hugged him back. My memories of my rapes came back and I started sobbing. "Tyler... Tyler, he did it more than once..." I cried. Tyler pushed me back. "What?! Zecriah, who was it?!" he shouted. I shook my head. "Tell me!!" "Number 52, tell us now." Trevor demanded. "It was Jeremiah Watson, okay?!" I shouted. "H-He did it in the showers then h-he t-took me t-to h-his secret place and d-did it there and h-he h-hit me s-so many t-times!!! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." I cried, falling against Tyler and sobbing into his chest. "So so so sorry..." Tyler pet my hair gently, rubbing my ears to calm me, while having a silent coversation with Trevor. "Zecriah, baby, it's not your fault..." Tyler whispered finally, nuzzling my hair. I gripped his shirt and nodded. "I-It is t-too! I-If I didn't l-lead people on wi-with my c-cuteness, th-this wouldn't have happened!" I shouted the last part into his chest, gripping his shirt as tight as possible. Tyler rubbed my ears gently and pushed me back with one hand, forcing me to look at him. "Zecriah. You are my precious angel. There is nothing in this world that you could possibly do to make it your fault that you got raped. Do you understand me?" he had started tearing up now, and as his voice wavered, the tears fell down his cheeks slowly. I let out a loud sob and wrapped my arms around him tightly instead. He hugged me back and we cried together. "Zecriah, I love you... You mean so much to me and you make me so proud..." I sniffled, knowing that in a subtle way, he had called me his son. "I-I love you too, Tyler... You're like the best dad anyone could ask for..." I felt Tyler overflow with happiness. I knew me calling him my dad would make him happy. I didn't just do it for that, though. Tyler and sometimes Trevor really did feel like my parents. They had raised me and Tyler had taught me many different things. They really were great parents. I don't understand why they didn't just adopt. "Oh my god... Oh my god, Trevor. Trevor, come here." I was eavesdropping outside of the lab again. Tyler sounded slightly hopeful and happy. I heard Trevor walk to him and there was silence. "... Okay, don't get your hopes up. This isn't for sure." Trevor said, though I could feel slight happiness and pride come off of him. "It's the most recent work we've done on him." Tyler said. "Well, it was done a week ago. We should go get another sample if you want to be sure." "Oh, can we? Please?" Trevor sighed. "Alright, go get Number 52, I'll set it up." "Yay!" I heard them share a small kiss before Tyler raced to the door. I stood and opened it. He let out a small frightened sound. "Gosh, Zecriah, you scared me!! How long have you been here?" "The whole time." I walked passed him and to the test table, jumping up on it. Trevor brought the machine over and pressed a few buttons. He moved it over me and started it. I stayed still and let it do all it's tests, then Tyler stepped up. "I need to take some blood, baby, okay?" I nodded and he smiled, brushing my hair back and kissing my forehead. "Such a good boy..." he walked over to another table and picked up a syringe, bringing it back over. I closed my eyes tightly and looked away, whining slightly as he stuck the needle into my arm. I hated needles. Before I was allowed to grow like a real person, I was forced to take many shots and blood tests a day. It was torture. "Okay, I'm done." he took the syringe over to a machine and put the blood in a tube, placing it back in the machine. The machine spun it, separating the plasma, white blood cells, and red blood cells. Trevor read it when it was done and entered it into the computer. Tyler walked to him and watched as he entered all the new results. He smiled and tears came to his eyes as the computer read the test and started blinking a message. "Oh, Trevor... We did it..." he looked back at me and hurried to me, hugging me tightly. He scratched my ears and cried happily into my neck. I looked at Trevor confusedly. "The components that you're made of are stabilized. It means you're officially a true person made from science." my eyes widened. "Does... Does that mean I won't fall apart at a random time now??" he nodded. "Precisely." I smiled and hugged Tyler back. "Oh my god, this is... Wonderful!" Tyler pulled back and smiled at me. "This also means we can take you in as our official son." I smiled softer and hugged him again. "I'm so happy..." I pulled away. "I have to go tell Seth!" I jumped up and ran out, out the front door and to Seth's house. I knocked on Seth's door and stood excitedly, ears straight and tail moving crazily. Everything froze, though, when Jeremiah answered the door. He was shirtless and his hair was messed up with his jeans undone. He smiled at me. "Well, well, well... Look who came back..." "... Why... Why are you here?" he took a drink out of a bottle he was holding and leaned in the door. "Mm, my mom went out with his dad. Seth's out somewhere. Didn't he tell you our parents were married?" I shook my head and he smirked. "Guess your boyfriend's not so perfect after all..." he gave me a hungry look. "I could treat you better." "W-We just started dating... You have to give him a chance..." I mumbled, watching him warily. "I prefer to take my own chances." he grabbed my wrist and yanked me in, shutting the door and locking it. I stared at him in fear as he held me, pinned, against the door. "Try and scream... No one will hear..." with that, Jeremiah shoved his lips onto mine and dragged me back. I could taste a strange drink on his tongue. "Should I fuck you in his bed? Leave you for him to find? He'd think you were trying to seduce him and he'd fuck you anyway." I growled and tried biting him, snagging his chin. "Shut up, you sick bastard." I grumbled, giving him my most menacing glare as my ears laid flat and my tail stayed still. He backhanded me and I yelped, tears forming in my eyes. "Listen, you little bitch, you follow my rules and this'll go smoothly." he snapped lowly. I looked down and nodded. "Great... First of all, you will not complain. You will say things that I tell you to say. And you will do things that I tell you to do. Got that?" I nodded and again and he shoved me forward. "Good boy." we walked into a room with two beds in it and shoved me onto the one I recognized as Seth's. "W-Wait, no!" he slapped me again and tore my shirt open. "Sto... Stop! This isn't right!" I screamed, trying to fight him off. Jeremiah growled and shoved a hand on my mouth. "Shut up, you worthless whore." I clawed at the bed and tried to shove myself away while he pulled my pants below my butt. I screamed and fought harder. "No, no, no!! Stop!!" he shoved his hand farther on my mouth and I felt something press against my entrance. "NO!!!" I tried to shout. He shoved in and I froze, choking. I fell limply, pain coursing through me as I bit my lip to keep in my sobs. Jeremiah smiled down at me. "I know you really like it... Let me hear you." he pulled his hand away and I stopped biting my lip, following his orders and releasing my sobs. He smiled and moved his hands to the joints behind my knees as he moved harder and faster. I cried and sobbed louder, clenching the sheets. "What the hell are you doing?!" my assaulter stopped and looked over his shoulder, letting out a low laugh. "Well hello, Seth... Doesn't your new boy-toy look delicious like this?" he said before pulling out and holding my legs open. I laid tiredly and gazed at Seth. My tail twitched and my ears turned back. I didn't want him to see me like this, being raped by another man, let alone his step-brother. He looked at me, then Jeremiah. "You sick-" "Why don't you try it? He likes being treated rough. Don't you, Zeccy?" Jeremiah ran a hand along my leg then stuck two fingers in my entrance. I arched and tensed, closing my eyes. Two tears slipped from my eyes. "Stop! Can't you see he's crying?!" Seth moved forward and I felt Jeremiah be yanked away, his fingers jerking out of me. I cried out and arched again. Seth sat on his bed and pulled me into his arms. I gripped his shirt and cried softly. He looked at his step-brother. "You really are sick. I'll be telling father about this." the other boy laughed. "Good, maybe it'll get me out of here. Here, by the way, your toy seemed to like this." I heard a clink and he left, shutting the door. Seth was quiet for a second. "Zecriah, are you drunk?" he asked. I frowned and pulled back, looking at him. "What's drunk mean?" he frowned also. "... It's when you drink too much beer." "What's beer?" he gave me a completely confused look. "... Zecriah, are you kidding?" I shook my head. "I have no idea what you're talking about." "... But you smoke." I nodded. "... Yeah?" "... And you don't know what drinking is?" "Of course I do. Humans can't survive without drinking." he shook his head and pushed me off him. "Get dressed. I'm taking you home." "... Home... Oh, that reminds me!" I fixed my pants and hugged him tightly, kissing him softly. "I'm stabilized! I'm the first person made from science that's succeeded." Seth looked at me quizzically, then smiled. "Wait, you mean...?" I nodded. "We can be together for as long as WE want..." he smiled softer and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Oh, Zecriah..." we kissed gently and he pulled back. "Come on, let's go to your house." we walked out holding hands. Trevor was actually smiling as Tyler went around, serving food and chatting happily. "Well, we just want to say..." Tyler sat next to his husband and placed a hand on one of his, smiling softer. "We're really happy for you two... Welcome to the family, Seth." he and Trevor shared small smiles, then Trevor looked at Seth. "Seth, I'll be honest... I'm the protective father type. If you hurt Zecriah, I'll hurt you." Seth laughed nervously. "Don't worry, sir, I don't ever plan on hurting Zecriah." we looked at each other and smiled softly also. We ate calmly and chatted normally. ~The End~

Summary: Cody and Drake sacrifice their lives for love's sake. Status: Complete This is inspired the scene under the bridge in Darren Shan's Cirque Du Freak series. If you've read it, you'll understand. Please enjoy. "I can't!" I shook my head back and forth quickly, my brown hair moving along with my head. Tears filled in my eyes as I looked down at the boy I loved so much. His dark red eyes were pleading with me, begging me to... To stab him. Free him from the monster he was becoming. "You have to! Please, Cody! If you don't, terrible things will happen!" I started shaking as a few sobs and tears slipped passed my guard. "No... D-Drake, I c-can't!" he grabbed my face by my cheeks and looked into my eyes. "Why?" "Because I-I l-love y-you!" I cried, shutting my eyes tightly. I felt something soft and warm against my lips. Opening my eyes again, I gasped. Drake's tongue took advantage of the opening and slipped his tongue into my mouth, trying to get mine to play with him. I looked at his face. It seemed to be in pure heaven. I started kissing back and closed my eyes slowly. We parted, me keeping my eyes shut. "I love you too, Cody. That's why I have to do this." I opened my eyes just in time to see him drive the blade into his heart. I cried out and gripped the hand that held the knife. "D-Drake! Why?!" "B-Because... I... Love y-you..." he whispered breathily. He fell onto his back and his breath became staggering. "Drake!" I fell onto my knees next to him and held his upper body in my arms. "Stay with me! We can get help, Drake! We could-" "No, Cody... If I... Stay... You'd die..." "I'd rather die then be without you anyway!" I yelled at him. His eyes were getting hazy. I only had a few minutes. He caressed my cheek. "Take it..." he held his other hand out to me. I opened my hand below it and he dropped a ring into it. "What a... Way to... Propose, right?" he smiled and gave a breathy laugh. I looked at his now closed eyes. "You were going to...?" "Yeah..." I grabbed the blade off the ground and pressed my lips to Drake's as I cut a deep line on my wrists. "Now we'll be together." I said. He opened his eyes slightly. "I love..." and he was gone. I smiled as tears fell down my cheeks and I brushed some hair out of his face. I kissed his cheek. "I love you too." I closed his eyes and sat back, waiting for enough blood to leave my body. ~The End~

WELCOME, RIDER The End War has begun. But the Kingdom of Man is not yet ready and the Seventh Seal has not been broken. Heaven's Hellguard and Hell's Damned are waging against each other in Earth. Humanity will not survive. Balance must be restored at any cost. You who are feared in both Heaven and Hell will restore order. You who carry out The Creator's Judgement, will bring this untimely destruction into a standstill. You who have been given godly powers will travel to earth in mortality and break the seventh seal, so you could once again bring back balance. The Creator have spoken and We, The Charred Council, are sending You, The Riders of the Apocalypse, into the chaos that is now Earth. War. Strife. Fury. Death. Do Not Fail. Requirements: Good English No godmodding Good Imagination Two or more paragraphs in every post Must be able to reply at least once a week Must be comfortable with action and dark plot This RP was inspired by the game Darksiders

What is Time Travel? What governs the laws of infinity? "Time is the most astute representation of Perfection. There are no flaws. There are no edges. But there are laws and we were fools to think that we understood them all. With every decision that we make, the opposite is made in an alternate reality. Countless people making countless decisions, making infinite realities. Infinite Earths. We Tried to breach the limits of Quantum Mechanics. We tried to grasp time. Our intentions were good, but we were naive. We were not perfect. We did not accomplish our goal in traveling back in time. Instead, the world traveled sideways in time. Between and across infinite Earths. Past, present and future events colliding in a requiem of Chaos and it is all our fault. Earth will not survive. It will burn and its civilization will lie under ruins and rubble...But there is a way. yes, there is a way. I have no time left, but if you are listening to this message then you are near." --Professor Solvius Chrom CHARACTERS

Summary: Shingyouji is having a hard time with his Arata-San being so close, What is a young man supposed to do Status: Discontinued Author's Note: This is my first fan fic, so be warned. I will try to wrap this up tomorrow. Thanks for reading! ------------------------------ Shingyouji walked into the visitor’s room with his head down, trying to hide his beet red face. He was ashamed of the reason for his coming here, but in all reality he knew no one would ever really hold it against him for just doing what needed to be done in his situation. This room was used mainly for students to visit with female guests, Free from the temptation an empty bed can pose to the normal high school boy. It did more in actuality, to relieve the stress of the school staff then fix the age old problem of hormones. Shingyouji's problem however, was very different from most of the other students here. It wasn't having a rare chance of releasing sexual tension when train schedules and accepted school leaves permitted. He endured everyday with "that person" on hand. There were occasional kisses here and there, but nothing risky and certainly nothing that would relieve his problem. If he was completely honest, it made it a whole lot worse. His roommate was a nice enough kid and Shingyouji got along with him well, But he hardly ever left their dorm room unless for class. All of these reason led to his coming here. He turned the chair away from the door, and plopped into it. Leaned back, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly slowly, hesitating briefly due to the disbelief of what he was about to do. He contemplated running to Arata san’s room and yelling at him for what he was causing him to do, But the thought of his Arata san made his cock jump in reflex, and he plunged his hand into his pants bitterly. He found the fly of his boxers and pulled his cock through. He started to gentle run a finger up and down his shaft, and closed his eyes again. Taking a more firm grasp of his cock he let his palm cover the tip and jerked from the heighten pleasure found there. This felt good and he allowed himself to sink into the chair. He wondered if his Arata san ever did this, and how he liked it. He pictured him applying lotion to his hands in preparation, weather this was fact or fiction he really didn't care. Realizing that his palms were sweaty from nervousness and didn't require it. Shingyouji tapped on the tip of his cock with his pointer finger frantically, and smirked as it reminded him of clicking on the mouse of his computer in desperation when the screen froze up. Allowing himself to go back to his imaginings, He decided that his Arata san would not be hiding under his bed covers in this fantasy, and allowed his mind to undress the man he desired. Misu Arata was lean, with toned limbs and chest. His hair smelled of cherry blossoms, and he was absolutely perfect in Shingyouji’s very biased opinion. Imagining a naked Arata san took his toll on Shingyouji, and he found himself stroking his cock with a little more speed. Long deliberate strokes felt amazing and his breathe began to catch. He slowed down to allow his erection to last. If he was going to do this, He was going to do it right, He came this far! If Shingyouji had one wish, it would be that the tight little ass he picture of Arata’s body was a reality. The two small dimples on the sides of each cheeks had him smiling like the Cheshire cat. His thumb ran over the tip of his cock again though and shocked him out of his smiles. Forcing him instead to suck in air through his teeth. He decided it was getting late and he picked up speed again.

Haha, well the title sucks, obviously, but I just couldn't come up with a better one. A FAIR WARNING!! SEX-SCENES COMING IN THE FUTURE! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE! Hopefully you don't mind if I don't give you any kind of pointers in beforehand, because that would ruin the whole story, at least in my opinion. So, let me start then ~ Just be friends The beginning; My mizerable past I let my gaze lay in the sight of my childhood town's buildings blurring away in my eyes due to the fast speed. My head was resting to the window, and my temples were starting to get achy from all the tremor. Not like I cared. I was too deep in my thoughts. `Back here again... it's been such a long time... Is it still just as laid back as it was here before?´ Part of me wanted to disappear or go below the ground, but another, bigger part of me, called courage or pride, whichever you want to call it, grabbed the sissy-me from neck and told it to pull itself together. "It's been three years already. Don't be a coward Shinichirou." It said. I tried to tell myself just the same. Even though my self-esteem had grown A LOT compared to what it was 3 years ago, I was still afraid to death to come back here. "This is the place where it all begun." It was the whisper of my cowardice that I heard when my mother stopped the car in front of my old Junior high. That was also the place where my new high school was located at. I almost chickened and lied to my mother that I had gotten a sudden stomachache, but my bravery saved me again. It kicked my cowardice's ass and pushed me to step out of the car. My feet were shaking slightly, but it stopped soon. "I'm not the same sissy I was 3 years ago anymore." I reminded myself and then closed my eyes to go back to the time of 3 years ago.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A black hair that flowed down in front of my eyes, eyeglasses. Not even a hint of fashion. Unattractive geek. Well of course I had a pretty face, but really! Who could even get a sight of it when my hair was covering half of it, and I had those ugly glasses straight from sixties. That was me 3 years ago. Still I probably had the most handsome boyfriend in the whole world. (in my own and everyone else's mind as well) Short, light hair, beautiful blue eyes, and mesmerizing, handsome face. That was Yamazaki Hiro, my childhood friend, best friend, first love, and finally... boyfriend. I loved him more than anything. Even my own family wasn't as important to me as Hiro. I had known Hiro since kindergarten, and I had crushed on him on 5th grade. Of course I hadn't told that to him. His puberty had just started and he talked about nothing else but girls... I was sure that he would have freaked out if he had heard his best friend being a guy, and above all, into him. Or at least I thought so. I'm sure I would have gotten over my crush and found someone else, probably a cute girl from a parallel class. We would have started dating, gotten our first kisses, and then would have come the break up. That's it. But no. No such a luck for me. On 7th grade, when Hiro started smoking, and I got angry over it (not saying a word to him for a week), our relationship completely changed. Hiro tried to soften me up in every way, but nothing worked. I was angry as hell. I stayed quiet. Until. One night, Hiro climbed up the ladders, to my window, and forced me to let him in. And when I did, I got kissed and told: "Shin, I love you." Of course all of my anger disappeared at that moment. Who could have been cruel enough to not forgive after something like that? Maybe I should have... Well, we dated 11 months, 2 weeks and 4 days. (I'm really precise about these kind of things) It was definitely the best time of my life. Being with Hiro was easy as breathing, and even more important. My first time was also with him. It happened in the beginning of 8th grade. But... In the end of 8th grade, the hell got spread into my life. One girl from our class confessed her love to Hiro, and after Hiro had turned her down, she made up (or well... made up and made up...) things about Hiro and me, claiming that we were dating etc. And actually, that was the exact truth... No-one just knew about it, except for me and Hiro. The girl was also just luckily guessing. Well, In the end, people started to half believe it, because I was sticking into Hiro all the time. Now that I think about it afterward, maybe we were a bit too obvious.. Well anyways, Hiro's friends took him into a hearing. They asked him every kind of things, concerning our relationship, feelings, and well... Everything concerning me. Hiro tried to give round answers to everything, because he didn't want to deny the thing when I was in the other end of the corridor. He was trying his best to protect the both of us, and now when I think about it, the only thing he wanted to protect was his own image... Well, it just didn't work in the end; Teenagers can be really cruel when it comes to things like this.. Finally someone said bluntly: "You're gay. Just admit it." That's when Hiro's pride stepped in. The very next day he came to school hand in hand with Aiko, the girl who had started all the rumors about us. he said `morning´ to me just if like nothing had ever happened. I remember that day like it was yesterday. They hugged and kissed each other right in front of my eyes, but even that wasn't the worst part of it. The worst part was that I didn't feel angry but guilty. Me, who had gotten betrayed and cheated, was feeling GUILT! I left in the middle of the day, went home, locked myself into my room and just cried my eyes off. Hiro came to our door later in the evening, but I told my mum to lie that I was out. Soon she brought me a tiny paper with a message from Hiro in it. "It's better this way. For both of us. I'm sorry. ~Hiro" Fuck that! I didn't go to school after that. I just packed my things after 3 days, when I was able to move my limbs. I moved to my father's place, to Tokyo, and started going to school there. And that's when I started my series of restless nights full of tears and nightmares. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now I had returned, and moved back to my mother and sister. I still hadn't gotten over the incident even after these years. Sometimes I still saw nightmares, though they were somewhat incomplete. The last time I had seen Hiro was 3 years ago, and he PROBABLY had changed and gotten manlier after that. I had changed also. I wasn't the geek, which I definitely was when I left, anymore. I had got my hair cut and changed from glasses to contacts. My face and whole body had gotten manlier as well. Sunao's friends already formed a fan-club of mine... geez.. "Bye bye! Come home before it gets too late! And have a nice day!" Mom said to Sunao on me, probably more to me, before driving away. I followed the car with my eyes untill it turned from the next crossing, and went hidden behind the corner of a cafe. I wanted to give myself just a short moment before confronting the upcoming day. "Shin! Come now!" Sunao shouted from the school gates, (she's fast isn't she?) and brought me back to earth. I was here now. Ready to break the bonds of my past, and start a new page in my life. This was what I had waited for so long. "SHIN GODDAMMIT! IF YOU DON'T GET THAT SEXY, LAZY ASS OF YOURS HERE IN THREE SECONDS, I'LL MAKE SURE THAT YOU'LL BE LEFT WITHOUT THE ABILITY TO CONTINUE YOUR SPECIES!" Sunao's screaming made me shiver slightly, but then I started to laugh quietly. My sister had a really foul mouth. Not like I didn't curse at all myself, but Sunao just was the expert of that section. As twins, we shared lots in common. Also in other than appearance. We both had black hair, though Sunao's was a lot longer and curlier. We both had the same big eyes and long eyelashes, and our lips were almost identical. We were very much alike, though Sunao was just shorter and more feminine. And also, if you couldn't tell by face, you would notice the difference by the time you got your hand into my trousers. Hopefully we weren't THAT much alike though... haha.. I walked to my sister in a fast speed. You didn't want to make her mad unless you wanted to be left without a guide inside the school, and get your eye (and everything that surrounded it) coloured in dark purple. Believe me, Sunao could give that to you even better than just well. If someone had felt it, then me. Last time was actually just 2 weeks ago when I had accidentally found her diary when looking for a pillow from her room: The color had stayed there for a week, and it still ached a bit when it got in touch with something. "You sure dare to make me wait..." Sunao murmured in annoyed manner, but he wasn't the type to be unforgiving. "Excited?" She asked just a few meters after that. (Yeah, counting the time from the distance...) My answer to her question was just a nervous, uttered laugh. `More afraid than excited´ I thought, but again the bravery (luckily) took the win over cowardice. I followed my sister to the school corridors and noticed that I had actually started to relax slowly. I felt a lot lighter after I had introduced myself to the 2B -class, and recognized some of my old classmates. Everyone were amazed by the change I had gotten trough, and lots of people were also admiring it, mostly the girls. Not a bad start at all in my opinion.

Ich.- My story When you want to escape from the reality what are you doing? Laying on your bed and crying for not being able to change the things? Telling yourself that someday everything will change to better? What if everyone around you abondon you?What if your so called friends blame you for their own unhappy moments? What if...the world turns against you? Would you just run like a scared cat?Or you'd show to all of them that YOU can survive? Let me tell you my story - I who had everything I wanted and I who lost everything,because of one simple mistake,being leaded by my own emotions. 17 May,2009 "Yoshino-kun!You finally arrived." my girlfriend - Amano Riku. "Riku-chan,I'm so sorry.Will you forgive me?" that's right I still haven't introduced myself,right? I'm Suzuki Yoshino,2nd year in a private high school Majisuka. "If it's you,I can forgive you everything." Riku grinned - how naive she was.I hate such girls. "How cute your smile is." I could see her blushing face.Only with few simple words,every girl would melt like her.That was how all of them were - a bunch of idiots. "Yoshino-kun...I...I think I'm ready to do it with you." finally,that's what I was waiting for.Once I had her,I'd just break up with her. "Eh?Really?Are you sure it's a good idea?" I didn't really expect that she'll give up so easy. "Mn,I love you so much Yoshino-kun." Stop talking such nonsenses girl.Like you know what the real meaning of love is. "I love you too,Riku-chan." I hugged her,just to not make her change her mind. 18 May,2009 "So,you really did it with her in the end?" Kurou Hayato - my best friend. "Yeah,of course." I grinned,while both of us were heading to school. "And how was it?" Kurou asked.He knew me very well,but still he wanted to know.Sex for me was nothing special - just something you do for the fun. "You know what I think about this,right? It was like every other time." No matter that every time he had asked me about this,he was receiving the same answer,the same conversation had been repeated again and again. "But Yoshino...if you think like that every time you have girlfriend,you'll never be able to feel what real love is." Love?What was actually the meaning of this word?Was love that important for us?I didn't really have these answers,but I knew one thing - I didn't need love to make my live better.I had everything I wanted. Look,status,money - weren't these things the most important ones for us - humans? "Let's go,we are late." I was tired of hearing Kurou blaming me for being what I'm.I couldn't really change myself - or so I thought. The day passed really slowly like always.Riku came to ask me if she did something wrong.Why I broke up with her?Was she not enough good for me?All these questions - I hated them.I hated how annoying all the girls are becoming once you leave them.Don't they have anything other to worry about? Thanks god in the end she just gave up and leaved me alone.Ah,I wasn't doing anything wrong right? On the way home,I saw few couples walking around,laughing,holding hands. 'Annoying.' was the only think I could think of seeing them all happy and stuff.What was so good in being in relationship?It was only causing troubles,if you ask me. Just when I reached my house,I saw someone standing in front of the gates of my house.Who was it?Compared to me,he looked way taller with light brown hair and a hood,that was hiding his face. "Excuse me.." I tried to sound as polite as I could.Maybe he was just some of the staff in the house. "Are you living here?" the male asked. "Isn't it better to introduce yourself first mister.Don't you know who I'm - Suzuki Yoshino the son of Suzuki Mio." Maybe I sounded a bit too arrogant?Who cares,I won't meet him again anyway. "Your mouth is as bad as your own character Yoshino-kun.." the mysterious male grinned,walking past me ready to leave.In the last moment he stopped,placing his hand on my shoulder,whispering - "You'll soon see your worst nightmare coming true. " Before I could even react,I heard a shot,coming from my house.I ran as fast I could,but it was too late... Opening the door of my mother's room I saw her lover...Why was he holding a gun? Why was my mother laying on the bed in a puddle of blood. "M-mom.." I tried to call her,my voice was shacking. "Y-yoshino.." that bastard - her lover,called my name.He seemed surprised.Maybe he wasn't expecting that I'll come back home so early? The next memory I have is the worst,I still can hear him screaming,while I was...killing him.Yeah,I killed him,with the same gun he shot my mother. That night,seeing her laying there,seeing him with a gun,what could I do?If I didn't kill him,he would surely shot me,like he did with my mother.After all..I was the only witness of that crime. The only survivor of the Suzuki family and one that was now laying in underaged prison for killing his family.No matter that I didn't kill my mother,the police didn't believe me.After all,I was too stupid back then,letting my emotions in front of them.Ah,only if I could change the things. Only if...I knew that 'he' saw everything.Only...if I had opened my eyes earlier about the cruel reality around me.Only if I knew my mother's lover was with her just because of her money. Only if I was strong enough to save her.

ALL THIS I'LL GIVE YOU a lynch. fanfiction Summary: Yusuke has had the biggest crush on Hazuki ever since he joined the band. But the gorgeous vocalist is straight... Or so thought the guitarist, before alcohol put a whole new twist to the story. (First person, Yusuke's POV) (situated around 2008) Status: Complete Hazuki (vocals) ----- Yusuke (guitars) Reo (guitars) ----- Asanao (drums) Theme song + 18 for sex One Shot Teaser “I need a shower.” he went on. “Yeah, I know, that’s why I’ll be out in a minute.” I answered but regretted having even talked as soon as the words slipped from my mouth: my voice sounded so weak! It almost trembled! I silently cursed myself for this, and Hazuki also. I mean, what was he thinking, barging in a used bathroom like that, and refusing to leave? I almost heard him smirk. “But I need a shower now.” ~Writer's notes~ Hi there everyone! First time posting a fanfic here so I'll say a few things first~ - First of all, this is pretty much my first real, finished piece in English. I write a whole lot, both fanfics and original stories, but I always wrote in French so far since it's my first language, it's way easier for me and all XD So this took me forever to write because I wanted it to sound as natural as possible. I do apologize if you find some mistakes here and there x.x I reviewed it a thousand times though so it should be somehow fine XD - This is a fanfic about the nagoya kei band Lynch., so to all of you Lynch. fans, please read along *.* AND to those who don't know Lynch. or aren't into visual kei at all, it really doesn't matter! I explained pretty much all the details needed, you don't need knowledge of the band to read and enjoy at all. So please don't be turned off by that XD - I tried to make this fanfic as close to reality and believable as possible in regards to the characters and their personalities. So, aside from all the sexy yaoi action which obviously isn't true XD the rest is based on interviews and on various video footage of the band. - And last note but certainly not the least, this fic goes out particularly to two amazing members of this forum, Matti_19 and Asta, who both pushed me to write in English seriously for the first time~ So thank you both *big hugs~~~* Asta-san, I guess this could count as something noteworthy from me XD And Matti, I promise I'll think of that original story afterwards XD - Oh wait, that's the real last note: feel free to comment, review, critic, or say anything you want to say about the piece. Comments are what kept me going in the French writing scene all these years, so it'll work here too XD I might very well write stuff in English again if you guys like this one. *shy* --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This night was like every other night since we started our tour. We’d do a live, stay around the venue for a while afterwards to meet the fans and maybe even sign some posters and CDs, and then we’d all head back to the hotel where we’d need to sleep before moving to another city the next morning. I liked this routine: predictable, soothing, and always interesting due to the shows Lynch would do. That was the life I envisioned when I said yes to Hazuki after he asked me to join his new band in 2006. I was right where I belonged now. And it seemed the rest of the band was content with the success we gained and the life we felt in. Everyone except Hazuki, perhaps. He always added something to our usual routine: after every live was drinking time. Well, not that that was surprising: our vocalist always said that his number one habit in life was alcohol and his favorite places were wherever he could drink. That, we knew. Some of us followed. I rarely did. I wasn’t this much of a drinker, really, mainly because I can’t hold my liquor well. I’m not even ashamed to admit it. If a drink or two’s always fine, going past that usually means getting drunk and dealing with the nausea and the headaches it causes afterwards. Not anything enjoyable. Especially when your band is on tour and it’s necessary to give it all you’ve got on stage every night. I don’t understand how it’d be possible to pull off my usual solos with a raging migraine. That was one of the many things that fascinated me about Hazuki: he was the type to need a lot, and I mean that, of alcohol before turning into a mess. Through our times of shared work, I don’t think I ever saw him intoxicated. Drunk, yes, several times a week, but never truly disconnected from reality. Maybe that’s why I never worried about his habit… His eyes always kept their vivid, sharp gleam. I liked catching a glimpse of these when they sparkled from the euphoria alcohol brought him. And his voice never suffered from it either: he jumped on stage while being drunk a few times before and it never showed, well not enough for fans to notice at least, I’m sure. His voice always rang over my guitar like crystal, perfectly hitting the right notes, the ones that punched you through the chest with all the emotions in the world. Really, this man could express anything he wanted with this voice of his. Well, as usual, I parted from Hazuki as soon as we reached the entrance of our hotel. “Going for a drink.” he informed us, though we didn’t need that to know where he’d be heading next. “We rolled past a bar I’d like to try on the bus this afternoon. Anyone coming along?” “I’m in.” Reo said with a corky smile, stepping towards our vocalist. “It’s been a while since we hit bars together, ne, Hazuki?” His question earned him a satisfied smirk. They must have lots of bars stories to share, I thought to myself. It really wasn’t hard to imagine those two having way too much fun, after one too many glass, sharing lame jokes and stories in loud voices. One day, I might tag along, just to see this, and maybe film part of their fun for an eventual bonus DVD the band could release. We’d see. “I’m too tired for that.” claimed Asanao while swiftly rolling his eyes and rubbing his left shoulder. “That third encore killed my arm and I need it fine by tomorrow’s live.” “Ok, sure.” Hazuki agreed, before turning his shining black eyes towards me. I had a hard time swallowing. “What about you, Yu?” I felt helpless as a soft smile sprang on my lips. Him calling me by my nickname always made me happy, for a strange reason. “I’ll pass, as always.” I tried to apologize with my eyes, but I had no ways of knowing if the message got across or not. “All right. Sorry if I wake you again when I’ll come back.” For a second there, he looked really concerned about me getting all of my sleep hours. “It’s fine. I’m not angry anymore you know.” I couldn’t help but laugh softly as I remembered about what happened two days ago: as usual, we could afford only two hotel rooms during the tour, so I and Hazuki shared one, as Reo and Asanao asked to be paired. Right in the middle of the night, the singer came back to the room, obviously drunk, and, well... You can’t ask a man in such a state to be all delicate and discreet, right? He tore me away from my sleep when he barged in the room, pushing the door right into the wall, only to trip on the doorstep afterwards, fall flat on his face on the floor, and stay stuck there because of an uncontrollable laughing fit. Of course I never managed to find the calm required for me to fall asleep again. And if, at first, I couldn’t think of anything else to do than drown my roommate in insults, once calmed, I just couldn’t stay angry at him. “See ya.” chanted Reo while waving towards me and Asanao, before turning his back to the hotel’s entrance and walking away with Hazuki. I exchanged looks with our drummer once they were gone out of our sight. I’m sure he could tell right away that I was worried about him. “Are you going to be fine? ...Your arm I mean.” “Ah, yeah. It just needs some rest – and ice. That’d be good to.” “Do you need any help?” Asano’s lips curved slightly and he darted his tongue playfully at me. “Come on mom, stop worrying so much. I’ll be fine.” He raised a hand and tried to ruffle my hair but I’d seen it coming and I evaded him. “ I could use you for something though.” I quirked an eyebrow, silently asking him to carry on. “I’m hungry as hell and eating alone is boring.” Not only boring, I thought, risky as well. Fans had a tendency to jump on stars when they wandered off on their own, and once a single fan gets the courage to ask for a picture or an autograph, then all the others around think they’re allowed to do so as well. Before you know it, you’re surrounded, and good luck getting out of a fangirl’s circle... “Right. Want to try out the hotel’s restaurant? I heard it’s pretty good.” “Whatever, as long as there’s food.” I chuckled; well, that was a simple enough wish to fulfill. I stepped in the hotel’s hall, Asanao only a step behind me. *** I had to admit, this hotel was pretty high class when it came to food. The meal had been very enjoyable, and, it seemed, the discussion me and Asanao got also was, since we spent hours in the dining room. The night was already advanced when we finally paid and leaved for our respective rooms. Being alone was quite relaxing, after such a day. The live we did in the evening was for sure one of the best of this entire tour. I couldn’t help but think that is was too bad it hadn’t been filmed. We agreed that we wouldn’t turn this tour into a DVD before starting it, since it was too short, but now, it occurred to me that is was kind of a shame. A three–encore show indeed would make kick-ass live footage. Strangely, I didn’t feel tired at all, even though it was getting especially late. I tried to pick on my guitar for a bit, but that made me think about Lynch’s future lives, which wasn’t ideal to make me sleepy. I tried to watch some television, but nothing seemed interesting enough and anyway, the ridiculously small screen made me dizzy. I laid back on the bed I’d chosen, the one closest to the room’s windows, and sighed deeply as I stared at the ceiling. After a moment lost in my thoughts, I figured a nice, long, warm shower was what I needed to relax, and so I headed to the bathroom. I took off the black tour t-shirt and the worn-out jeans I had on since I changed from my scene clothes right after the show, folded them and discarded them on the bathroom counter. Turning the water on, I waited until it was as hot as a human body could tolerate, and then stepped under it with a sigh of pure and perfect content. This. This was heaven. Facing the water, I let it run on my head, instantly gluing strands of black hair to my face. I almost melted under the heat. It was doing good to my muscles as well, taking away all the tension that could accumulate in my shoulders and arms after more than two hours of aggressive guitar playing. I closed my eyes as water ran down my body, forgetting about the rest of the world, and thus about the time I spent in there. *** Just how late was it? Hazuki had no idea. He didn’t have his watch anymore and he forgot where he left it… Probably somewhere with his stages clothes. At least, he hoped. That watch was freaking expensive and he’d be really pissed off if he needed to buy another one. He grumbled in a low voice about this possible expense while he struggled to force Reo to stand on his own two legs. But the guitarist preferred putting his whole weight on his friend. Hazuki sighed, annoyed. “Pull yourself together, damn it. It’s not like we drank that much…” The night had been fun, for sure. Reo had been caught a bit too much in the mood, and was now completely gone, barely able to put one foot in front of the other. It was a chance that the bar ended up being pretty close to the hotel, or else Hazuki would’ve been forced to call a taxi to get the musician back to his room. Another expense he didn’t need. So he carried him all the way to the hotel’s hall, pushed him in the elevator, and went up to Reo and Asanao’s room. He knocked on the door once… Twice… Almost dropped the guitarist who suddenly got week in the knees… Knocked a third time while cursing between his teeth. He was about to simply kick off the door when a very sleepy Asanao opened it himself. “What the h-“ He lost his words when he noticed how Hazuki glared at him. “Fucking finally.” the vocalist growled before literally pushing Reo in his arms. “Here, that’s yours. You take care of it.” “Wait, what ?” the drummer squealed in a now clearer voice, all sleep gone away from the effort he had to deploy to not let his roommate fall on the floor. “You’re responsible for this and you’re gonna leave just like that?” Hazuki arched an eyebrow, not convinced at all. “I’m not responsible for anything. Reo’s capable of getting dead drunk on his own. Besides he sleeps in your room so do something about him. I’m going to sleep.” He didn’t bother to look back at Asanao; he knew the drummer would be all shocked and round eyed and hissing at him and he didn’t mind. That’s what you get for wanting to be in the same room as Reo, he thought to himself as he stumbled in the corridor towards his own room. He stopped before it, trying to calm down a little, in order not to wake Yusuke up like last time. He slowly pushed the door, only to be greeted by silence and darkness, and kicked his shoes off. Assuming that his fellow musician was indeed sleeping, he refrained himself from turning all the lights on, and made his way towards the bathroom in the dark, as discreet as he could be. He needed a shower. He couldn’t take one right after the live, and now his clothes reeked of the beer Reo dropped on him before they decided that to return to the hotel was for the best. Taking a quick shower wouldn’t wake Yusuke up, right? He opened the bathroom door and slipped in, then closed the door, clenching his eyes because of the lights. ...the lights? And then he noticed… The sound of the water running that was blocked by the closed door before. The fresh scent of shower gel and shampoo that lingered in the air. And the silhouette of Yusuke’s body, blurred because of the whitish-glass walls of the shower. Moving slowly… Undulating… So slender… So… *** How easy it is to completely lose track of time, it always stuns me. The sound of droplets of water crashing on the walls and floor of the shower obliterated all of my thoughts, blurred out the entire world, and cut all sounds coming from outside as well. That’s how I missed Hazuki’s return, or maybe it’s also because of him and his efforts to be silent. I’d have to give him points for that later on. I only sprang back to reality when the door of the bathroom opened to let the vocalist step inside. I figured he’d growl at me for still using the shower at this hour, but instead, he froze… Clearly staring at me behind the shower’s walls. Or was that my imagination? Was that… only what I wanted to happen? After all, with all the steam fogging the glass around me, I couldn’t see clearly what was outside at all. “Hazuki?” I tried, hoping that my voice would put an end to his reverie. “You’re back early. Sorry, I’ll be done soon and you’ll have the bathroom…” The intonation I used and the unfinished sentence made it clear that I wanted him to leave so I could get out of the shower and put some clothes back on. But he didn’t move an inch. “Yusuke…” His voice was hoarse from his late-night drinking. And maybe… Maybe something else was in there too. Something else that rang to my ears and sent powerful shivers down my body, all going through a certain place. Oh god, I didn’t need that now. Not with Hazuki in the room. “I need a shower.” he went on. “Yeah, I know, that’s why I’ll be out in a minute.” I answered but regretted having even talked as soon as the words slipped from my mouth: my voice sounded so weak! It almost trembled! I silently cursed myself for this, and Hazuki also. I mean, what was he thinking, barging in a used bathroom like that, and refusing to leave? I almost heard him smirk. “But I need a shower now.” That was his reply. And the voice he purred it in was way lower than before. In my mind flashed a thought: I was not going to get out of this situation easily… But wait... Did I even want to get out of it? I heard steps, yes, but not the usual ruffle of clothes being taken off. I froze, barely breathing. Just where did Hazuki want to lead this? I didn’t have to wait too long for the answer to come: the sliding door of the cabin was roughly pulled on and the vocalist stepped in the shower. With his clothes on. I barely had the time to think that he would drench them acting this careless before he stepped closer to me. Too close. My breath got caught in my throat. I wanted to ask him what was going on, but I couldn’t. I felt his breath on the crook of my neck, tickling the skin, and it lingered of strong alcohols. The singer was definitely drunk. That could explain why he placed both his hands on my hips and pushed me in the shower’s wall, tackling me strongly enough so I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Which was not the case, but I wasn’t sure if Hazuki knew about that or not. He pressed himself against my back, finally unblocking my throat from which escaped a plaintive moan. He stopped at the sound, and I held my breath unconsciously: I think we were both surprised by the tone of my voice, how transformed it was. I felt the stickiness of his clothes, completely soaked from the shower which was still spilling hot water. I felt his body shift against mine as he stretched to reach my ear, then darted his tongue out and traced its outline. I shivered. “Yusuke…” This rough and low voice again, and lips wandering on my ear lobe, then sucking on it not-so-gently. I liked that. But Hazuki didn’t have to know about it. Face almost pressed onto the beige ceramic wall, I tried to turn my head to catch a glimpse of the singer’s expression, but failed. It was harder than it seemed. He paralyzed me. All I could do was let a small, unsure strand of voice escape my lips... “...what ?” I didn’t even try to sound convincing anymore. Hazuki had a low chuckle, then left my ear to press his lips to my neck, half-kissing half-nibbling on the soft flesh. Eyes wide in both surprise and trouble, I didn’t know how to react. It felt... so good. So damn good! And yet so out of place and weird, since I spent the last months trying to convince myself that Hazuki was one, out of my reach, and two, straight. Well, obviously, I had been wrong. First, the singer stepped into my reach on his own accord, at least for the moment. Hell, I didn’t even have to ask for his presence, he granted it himself. I did not expect that. And then, he was either swinging both ways or in denial or his true sexual urges, because no drunk straight man, even as intoxicated as could be, would step in a shower with another naked man and enjoy it this much. Yeah, sure, Hazuki had spent hours and loads of money in bars with dancers or flirted with countless women fans after lives, but I could feel no straightness in his present actions. At all. I knew from his overall attitude – or was it from the fact that he was clearly getting hard as he pressed against my back? – that he wasn’t as straight as he wanted the medias and our fans to believe. He had no idea how ecstatic, and how utterly afraid, this made me. I whimpered through my bitten lips, helpless, as Hazuki slid his arms around my stomach and pulled me towards him. He shifted his nibbles to my shoulder. I shook. I tried to conceal the shivers that ran through me up to the very tips of my fingers, but at some point, I just started shaking too much. He noticed it immediately, a sign of concern I didn’t expect, and backed off slightly from the wall to give me air and some space; I promptly placed my hands on the tiles to get what I could of a grip. The contact of the cold ceramics did ground me a bit more, but I still felt like my knees would buckle at some point. This whole situation was unbelievable. “Yu…” I stopped breathing. One of his hands was lower that it should have been, fingers teasing the skin around my navel. He was too close to my… Oh god. And his voice. His damned, wicked, bewitching, delicious voice. “You want this, don’t you?” How he paused after stating the obvious, how he only lightly lifted his head from my shoulder blade to speak, how his breath tickled me; everything was just too perfect. What did he expect me to answer anyway? Who would bluntly refuse him, of all people, especially after getting this far? “God, yes.” I whispered on a shaky tone. I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away. Even if it wasn’t meant to live up to my expectations, even if it was to be only a onetime thing, even if I knew that my band leader was drunk and not himself anymore, I said yes. For the salvation of months of agony over how beautiful and desirable and fucking perfect Hazuki was, I just had to say yes. The least is to say that he didn’t waste any time after that. I had figured that the lyricist would be pretty straightforward in bed and that he’d slip in the leading role easily, from studying his everyday attitude – and fantasising about him fucking me often, I admit – but actually living it was way different from what I imagined. I was different. More affected, more sensitive. I was used to sex with men: being the only openly gay member of the band, I rarely felt guilty about having sex with some male fans when they hit on me. But I usually was the calm lover type, the kind that breathed more than moaned, stayed clear minded and focused on pleasuring partners first. But Hazuki made me loose all of my habits, messed with my senses so deeply that I could barely remember where we stood and why the air around me was so saturated with moisture and heath. I didn’t even notice when he reached away to stop the shower. If that’s not a sign… He lowered a hand and reached out for my obvious erection, around which he curled his surprisingly long, bony fingers, like he would have with his mike. I felt loved... Then he started jerking me off and I lost it. I barely remember his other hand holding my torso against his own, my back brushing against his damp clothes. I rocked my hips into his hand, trying to keep an overall sensual feeling to the movement but growing more desperate by the minute. He didn’t miss the reaction. He curled his lips into a satisfied smile, which I could feel on the skin of that very sensitive region right behind my earlobe, and sped up his work. I bit my lips in an effort not to moan too loud, but hummed through it anyway. At some point, he was also twisting his wrist and fingers while he focused his attentions on my tip, and that was just too much for me. “Ha-…Hazuki, stop, I’ll cum if you-…!” How long is a man supposed to last in the hands of the one person he’s been masturbating to for months, eh? I wasn’t prepared to take any blame about how fast I would be. “F…” Just as I was about to get there, the singer stopped all motion and released me. The sudden clash of burning skin and cold misty air made me shriek and in a split second the idea of cumming was gone. Ok, fine, I did ask him to stop, but that was brutal. I wanted to voice out my disapproval of his drastic methods but once again, he forced my breath to get caught in my throat: “I’m not done yet…” he stated in a raspy voice, “So don’t get ahead of me.” He wasn’t done…? My heart skipped a beat. Or two. Or a lot, probably way more than it’s healthy to, in fact. So much for self-control, I congratulated myself. I didn’t have the time to enjoy the sarcasm though since Hazuki backed away from me, sloppy sounds of wet and heavy clothing included. I turned my head slightly towards him, wondering just why he would step away, but the puzzled look in his face as he eyed through the various small free bottles of cheap stuff to use in a shower provided by the hotel explained it all. I didn’t react; he decided on the body lotion vial, guessing that it would be more comfortable for me than if he used shampoo or conditioner, the other two available lubricants. That surely wasn’t the healthier replacement for real lube, but I couldn’t care less at that point. I did pack some before the tour started – you never know who you might meet! – but the said bottle was hidden somewhere in my luggage, placed near the bed in the other room. Which meant it was too far. Everything beyond the bathroom door was too far. “That would work, if that’s fine with you.” Through all the craze and the desire, he still managed to be concerned. I might have felt touched if I didn’t want him to fuck me so badly. “Whatever.” I urged him. He got the message. Before I realized it, he had opened the lotion bottle and coated his fingers with it. I squirmed at the initial contact, the lotion being slightly too cold to be comfortable, but Hazuki’s large hand applying pressure on a side of my hips to keep me from moving calmed me. There was something soothing about how he handled me, how secure he was through all this. I was the one who made all the fuss. I let out a deep breath in rhythm with the first finger he pushed into me, opening for him without resistance. I did say I was used to it. Subsequent fingers were added at regular intervals, since I accepted them so easily. I didn’t see the band leader’s face, so I couldn’t tell if he expected such a thing of me or if he was surprised, but he sure enough wasn’t thrown back by it. I felt the hand holding my hips in place leave me, and heard the sound of a belt buckle being opened and pants being unbuttoned. I was so mesmerized by these dreamy metallic notes that I almost forgot he was still fingering me eagerly. I remembered when he stopped though, taking a moment to ready himself before presenting me with something else more interesting. Here we are, I thought silently, the point of no turning back, while the only words I could breath out were “Oh my god”s. He didn’t take me right away; instead he slid between my ass cheeks, coating his shaft with whatever amount of lotion he smeared on me previously. I wasn’t that far from going insane: I didn’t need concern now, I needed to have him. “Fuck me already.” I hissed, my words almost chocked from apprehension. He had yet again one of his low chuckles. And he took me. To more than half of his length, in one slick motion. I definitely couldn’t hold my voice anymore and let one clear moan of appreciation slip out of my lips; it echoed ever so slightly on the shower walls and the glass doors, so we both heard how needy my voice sounded. Tears filled my eyes, but not from pain, because really, there barely was any; it was more from being overwhelmed. You see, the fact that I was actually having sex with Hazuki, that all of this was real, only reached my brain at that precise moment. That was a bit too much for me to swallow at once, and the tears served as a release for some of the stress and tension involved. As cheesy as this may appear, I truly felt happy enough to cry. I also happened to feel really close to cumming again, another consequence of being this caught up in the moment. But the singer wanted me to restrain myself, first, and second, I wanted this fleeting situation to last as long as humanly possible. I took deep and slow inspirations to calm myself. Hazuki started moving, pushing himself in up to his base. I swallowed what I could of an even louder moan, then remembered that the coldness of the tiles of the wall brought me back on earth before. This time, I bended forward and put my forehead against the ceramic. This close to my brain, as I hoped, the cold did me good, and I was able afterwards to focus on the delicious feeling of Hazuki sliding in and out of me instead of the fear of not lasting long enough. God, he felt like heaven. It took me a while to adjust to his preferred rhythm, but after number of thrusts, I started rolling my hips along, meeting him halfway so the whole movements were more intense for the both of us. I think it’s around that time he started to purr in the lowest intonation I ever heard from him. That made me feel special, you know, that such a renown signer had kept a part of his voice for me. I tried to accompany him, but my moans weren’t nearly as harmonized as his lovable growls of content. We stayed in rhythm for a while, I couldn’t judge how long, and frankly I didn’t care since it was the best I’ve felt for years. To no extend did I want it to stop, but it seemed my partner wasn’t of the same opinion: he slowed down gradually, then bluntly stopped, and even pulled out a little. “Why are you…?” I started, but I froze as the most terrific wave of anxiety slashed through my entire self. Yes, it was more blazing than the nervousness I had to hide the first time I stepped on a stage, guitar in hand. Doubts and other frightening thoughts ravaged my mind: Hazuki realized what he was doing and freaked out? He really didn’t want me, right? Him wanting me was just an after effect of the alcohol he drank earlier tonight and he acted on a whim upon noticing me in the shower? All of this had been a lie? I felt a faint nausea dawning in my stomach and my chest tighten. And then… “I want to see your face.” “…eh?” Yeah, that’s the more eloquent I managed to be at the time. I didn’t know how my band leader handled his, probably numerous, past one night stands, but I usually made them as impersonal as possible. I had trouble indulging in eyes-in-eyes sex with someone I didn’t love or wouldn't see anymore starting the next morning. I was shocked, filled with questions but finding no believable answer, to the extent that I didn’t even react when Hazuki pulled out, grabbed my shoulders gently to make me face him, and lift one of my legs up to the height of his elbow. I woke up from the questioning when he took me again, when I felt the most intense eyes gazing on me, looking right through my very soul. I fought back the tears that I felt crawling up. Hazuki’s eyes were filled with so much fire, I didn’t want to extinguish it with foolish tears. He noticed how troubled I was, and bended down so his lips brushed mine. Don’t know about others, but I wouldn’t kiss a fling. I would only kiss someone I wanted to stay with. That was the sign I needed. Laying all my weight against the shower wall behind me - so I wouldn’t topple and ruin everything – I put my arms around his shoulders and yanked him forward in a heated kiss. He didn’t even hesitate to answer, not when I opened my lips as a silent but effective invitation, nor when I let him take control of the kiss. I let moans die on his lips as he was fucking me deeply, as his stomach brushed constantly on my erection, as he kissed me all at once. I’d lie if I said I had any self-control left at this point. I broke the kiss to gasp out for air as I felt the long awaited wave of pleasure wash over me, and came between our bodies. I think I do tighten when reaching orgasm, since Hazuki growled a “Fuck! So tight…!”, then thrust a few more times and released himself inside of me. We both took a minute to catch our fleeting breaths. I had the hardest time remembering how to breath normally, let alone forcing my heartbeat to go back to a steady rhythm. I felt his stare on me, lifted my chin to meet his eyes... He had that classic, after-sex glow, and look filled with content. I probably gazed back with a mix of profound disbelief and swirling questions, with a hint of near-hysterical joy. Probably not the sexiest of expressions. He cracked a soft smile at me, before giving me my leg back and slipping out. I bit my lips in an effort to seem unaffected. Somehow, he didn’t notice, his eyes lingering on my thighs; his smile widened. “I think you’ll need another shower. I’ll take mine tomorrow morning.” By the time I noticed – felt, to be precise – what he meant, he had already stepped out of the shower and started to dry his mouth watering body with a towel. Yeah, he knew what he was doing, knew that I’d enjoy the view, and frankly he didn’t seem to mind. Ah, Hazuki and his ego. My cheeks bright red and burning, I turned the water back on. At least that way I’d have a reason for my skin to be crimson. *** I came out of the bathroom trying to dry my hair with a towel, in my not so elegant pyjamas consisting of overworn dark gray loose pants and a Lynch t-shirt from the present tour. The manager gave us all a few of those for promotional purposes, but I ended up sleeping in them most of the time, instead of wearing them to fan meetings and interview like I should. Blame that on the surprisingly soft material they were made of. Hazuki stood at the other end of the room, half sitting on the windowsill, smoking. And he was only in his pants. I swear, the line of his back was sinfully gorgeous. I had a hard time swallowing. He noticed me eventually, after I took a few steps his way, and turned towards me. “Want one?” he asked, and held out his cigarette box. I didn’t smoke the same brand as his, but eh, I figured I wouldn’t mess up the smooth atmosphere over such a trivial matter. I was well aware of how cheesy this sounded, but that was me. I probably didn’t give out this impression at first glance, but I was especially aware of small details such as shifts in atmospheres. So I accepted and pulled out a cigarette from his box. He reached for his lighter, still on the sill, and gave me fire. He did that a lot in the past, when I acted like a klutz and forgot my lighter in my bags before going out for a live, or even at home before embarking on a tour. That one time was the worst: I had been forced to ask around for fire every single time I wanted to go for a smoke until we finally had enough free time for me to shop for a new lighter. But after what happened in the shower, the singer’s small demonstration of kindness bore a whole new meaning. We smoked in silence for a while, averting each other’s eyes. I wanted to speak, hell, I had two tons of questions I wanted to ask the vocalist, but I was afraid my voice would come as a screech from the stress overdose. That would also ruin the moment. Staring at the swirls of white smoke we both produced, I recalled an interview I did some months ago, the classic “100 questions” any Japanese rock band looking to be known went through... They asked me at one point if I was the kind of man that would confess straight out to the girl I liked or preferred to keep my feelings inside. Aside from laughing at the general usage of “girl” in that question, I answered a “I would”, then pondered, and added a very meaningful “maybe...” at the end of my line. Well, in this very moment, I was deep in the maybe part. I was filled with doubt and fear, the kind everyone gets at the end of a wonderful dream, you know, when you desperately want to hang to the dream, but you know that there’s a chance you’ll wake up and everything will vanish? That specific feeling. Needless to say that my chest was tight with anxiety. But I had to ask. “So um...” I croaked, “how did you know about... hum...” Hazuki glared at me from the side and smirked, probably at my inability to voice out what we both knew I felt. “Come on Yu, who are you kidding?” I shrieked at the remark but he continued anyway. “I’m your band leader, remember? It’s my job to know what’s going through my member’s heads. That, and I’m not blind, too. You looked at me like you wanted to rip my clothes off on the spot for some months now.” Hazuki and his straightforwardness, I thought to myself. He even allowed himself a slight pause, so his revelation would correctly set in, and then dropped another bomb. “I think everyone else knows, actually...” His tone was filled with fake wonder. That woke me up and loosened my vocal capacities. “W-wait, what? What do you mean, everyone knows?” “Asanao’s the one who made me notice. What was it he said...” His gaze moving upwards as he made an effort to recall the memories, he slightly bit his lower lip, for a split second, but that was enough to make me shiver again. Damned be that sexy singer! “Oh yeah, it was “hey man, ‘seen how Yusuke’s got his I-want-to-get-fucked expression on and he’s looking straight at you?” or something along the lines.” “He said what?!” A sure thing was Asanao would hear from me the next morning. And here I thought I used to be subtle about it... “Wait a minute, you said everyone… Who else?” Hazuki was amused and it rang all through his voice. “The managing team. Most of the roadies… Oh, and some of the fans too. You haven’t seen all the fanwork about us did you? Damn, some of these girls are pretty good at this fanfiction thing.” “I… I didn’t read these…” I barely managed to utter as my words turned into dim whispers. I was mortified. And it was not because so many people were aware of my huge crush on Hazuki, nor because I spent almost a year thinking I was good at hiding my game and, in fact, fooled myself. No, what shocked me the most was that I honestly didn’t know about slash fanworks featuring me and my leader, and that was the saddest. thing. ever. I mean, where was all this material when I needed it to jerk off, hun? My lack of knowledge of the internet was depressing. For sure, I wouldn’t miss a single fan story featuring the band in the future. That was my new mission. I sighed. Then took a deep breath. Then looked up at the lyricist. The atmosphere became slightly more serious. “Since you knew for all this time, why didn’t you do anything about…it…sooner?” Still reluctant to name my feelings, only this time Hazuki didn’t grin back at my hesitation. “You know me, Yu. I’m all for flirt and fun if it’s for a one night thing with no consequences, but I freeze in front of the real deal, when people’s actual feelings are involved. And I didn’t want to hurt you. That blocked me. I was waiting for the good occasion I guess, for me to gather the courage to change our dynamic, you know? And, well, getting drunk covered in for the courage part-“ “And I in the shower was the occasion.” I finished with a comprehensive smile. Just what I needed to loosen the mood. Hazuki smiled back. “Yeah.” Teasing, I pressed on, suddenly way more at ease then when I came out of that bathroom earlier. “Is that some kind of declaration?” “It could very well be.” There he was, his usual flirting, proud self. I winked. He smirked. We extinguished our cigarettes at the same time. And for the first time since Lynch’s first tour, we used only three of the four rented hotel beds. e.n.d