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Next Stop Status: In Progress Warning: This story will likely contain adult themes such as sex, drug use, violence, etc etc etc. You get the point. ___________________________________________________________ Summary Katsuki loves his life. He has two great friends, his grades are well above average and his family is well off. What more could a high school senior need? Myka hates his life. He has no friends, his grades are slipping and he's barely able to get by with what little money his father leaves him each month. Fate doesn't exist, its only by blind luck that these two end up meeting on a lonely train ride. As for what follows... Note So this is my first real attempt at a BL story, so while I ask that you forgive any mistakes I also ask that you provide as much feedback as you're able to. I would absolutely love to be able to draw the characters to give you a better idea of what they look like, but I have like 0 artistic skills. Instead, I'll be posting a text based character sheet that'll describe all of the important characters to the best of my ability. I ask that you read that first so I don't end up falling into the trap of having to describe the main characters in detail for the first 3000 words. Anyway, Im not sure how regularly Im going to post, it depends entirely on my mood and free time. Thanks for reading!

I can’t even begin to explain how completely insane this is. It’s as if it’s some alternate universe where someone- not me, but someone who looks like me, and reacts like I do, is in a situation that I would never find myself in. Perhaps I tell myself that because I can’t cope with the complete failure that I have become. I try not to think about it. I’ve always tried not to think to much about what I’m doing, because if I do, I become overwhelmed- because if I allow myself to think, I think to much, and the depression sinks in so quickly and so completely that all I can think of are ways that I could escape- not escape so that I could undo all the damage I have done, but escape from the world of the living through any means necessary. And it has become very clear that escape is not allowed. The very thought of escape is not allowed. This world- for it is a world in and of itself in this castle, is so dark, so different from the airy sky-islands or even the lush variety of land on the surface, that it drains energy. I have tried- oh how I have tried to escape, but without Fi I am nothing. How did I let this happen? I find myself wondering over the fates of my friends, of the people who stood in the way of the demon- and when I do, the anger that swells within me is enough to warrant an attack- I can’t contain it. I can’t control it. And my entire body festers in the anger until it threatens to tear me apart. I want to know. I want to at least know what happened in the world outside these gates, to see the destruction that my failure has caused. Why the hell did this fall to me anyway? What did they expect!? I was nothing- I wasn’t at the top of my class, I wasn’t a warrior I wasn’t a knight. If the goddess chose me, she made a horrible choice- if it had been anyone else- Pipin for example, we wouldn’t have been where we are now. Why did I follow that goddamn spirit out in the middle of the night? Why didn’t I go back to bed and forget what I had seen. Why did I do any of this? I have doomed us all- and everyone should had seen it coming! The way that Groose did. We had an entire army of knights, yet they let me, time and time again, venture to the surface alone. I cannot blame myself entirely- because this should have never fallen to me to begin with. But that does not change the fact that I failed. "Good morning, Skychild." So it’s morning now, is it? You would never know in the perpetual gloom that sinks over this land and never lets up. The clouds that I once dwelt above are a blockade now, dark and brooding. They no longer offer any comfort. Lord Ghirahim’s mocking voice rings in my ears, and I want to rip him apart. I want my sword so that I might slice that wicked grin off his arrogant face. "Are you ready to come out of your cell, yet?"He leans against the bars of my prison, head tilted with that ridiculous hair blocking the view of a full half of his face, and speaks as if talking to a caged dog he’s trying to get to stop chewing on the furniture. I am not his pet. I glare up at him and scowl. "I had hoped that you would eventually see the light,” his face shows a tinge of sorrow, but I’m certain that he’s faking it. I growl at him. I’m getting out of here. I’ve exhausted all my ideas, but as long as I am alive I have the ability to think. And I will not trust this spirit- I wonder what he has done with Fi. "Skychild," his tone is one of warning, and I can see the white fabric cape he had been wearing disappear in a flash of light. Good. He’s angry. He comes down here, to taunt me every day- I remain in his mind and that tells me that he still considers me a threat. I look up at him- I can mock as well as he does with a plastered-on smile and a gleam in my eyes. I am defiant. And he knows it. He is not my sword and he sure as hell isn’t my master. "Master wants me to kill you," the demon lord explains for the thousandth time, "It is only by my good nature that you survive. You would think that you would be a little more grateful." Then kill me. Kill me- unless something is stopping you. I continue to watch him, silent and defiant. "Pretty little hero," he mocks, shaking his head his ridiculous piercing clacking against the cold metal bars, "Who are you trying to protect now?" And he’s gone. I hate it when he does that. There’s absolutely no reason to do that. He’s going to reappear somewhere creepy- I know it. That’s just the way that thing is. He’s trying to freak me out and I’m not going to- I scream and scamper backwards as he appears within inches of my face. My heart pounds against my rib cage as I foolishly back myself into a corner. Why do I keep letting him get me like that? I take deep calming breaths and glare at him, at the intrusion of my personal space and the violation of what little composure I have left. I hate him. And he’s crawling on top of me. This time I won’t let him get the reaction he wants. No, I know what he wants, and I am not going to give him the satisfaction. Why is everyone in this realm so huge? He does it to be menacing, I’m sure of it. I don’t know if the spirits can control their height or not, but Fi wasn’t twice my size, and the man- the thing towering over me always used his size to try and intimidate me. I take a deep breath and tell myself that it doesn’t matter. I’ve felled foes larger then him, I’m trained- I’m almost a knight- And his hands are at the sides of my face as he stares down at me, his hair falling away and revealing his entire countenance with those demonic glowing eyes. He’s staring into me. He thinks that I will falter- but he’s wrong. "Skychild," he repeats- and it is still not my name, "You need to stop this foolish struggling." He forces me to look up at him, into those glowing eyes- and I can feel the rest of the world melting away… No! I jerk my eyes closed violently and try to wretch my head from his grasp- but he’s strong- so strong- and all I hear is an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. Let him be angry. I don’t care. I know I only tire myself out fighting, but I want him off of me and lash out, pushing him away, bracing myself with the floor to push him off of me. "Stop that," he says and his voice is one of warning. The tone that tells me a "punishment" is coming. He repeats it in the same voice as I try to scamper out from under him. "I am tired of this," and it shows in his voice and the scowl on his face, as the milky white of his skin is beginning to fade into a shining onyx. "Stop this insufferable disobedience right now.” Never. It comes across in my eyes and he hits me hard enough to make the small room spin. I want my sword, but I don’t need it to fight against him. I kick up, pushing him away and allowing myself to scuttle across the floor, but it’s a temporary escape and he grabs me by the wrist hard enough for me to hear a sickening crunch. It doesn’t matter if I lose- he only needs to know that I will never submit. My vision is still blurry as he moves with that inhuman swiftness, pinning me down and doing his damnedest, despite my struggles, to hold me open for him. How is that type of strength possible? Is he drawing it from his master? "Stop. Struggling." he hisses again, his voice commanding and frightening, but I’m beyond fear. I let out an exasperated grunt and use the wall behind me for momentum to shove against him, but he’s stronger still and slides an arm under my back. "There you are," his words are soothing- does he think… what does he think? "Calm down Skychild, and I won’t have to hurt you." I hate that name. I hate it so much. It reminds me of everything I was, of everything I lost- and I must have been crying because I felt the tears streaming across my cheeks. Not now, of all times, goddamn it. Absolutely not right now. And he’s kissing my tears away. What the holy hell is that? "Calm down, Skychild," he instructs again in little more then a whisper, running those hands up and down my back. That is not my name. Not my name. Not who I am. He’s so much stronger then I am- and after everything I’ve been through, he has nothing better to do then to sit here, holding me and pretending to know who I am? I want to kill him- I want my blade to be the thing that spills his blood and causes him to draw his last breath- I want… "Everything is going to be alright," He assures me, and pins me to the ground. I wish I was strong enough to kill him. Instead, I find myself burrowing into that diamond-patterned fabric, so ashamed of who I am, of what I have become that nothing he does to me matters anymore. None of it is of any consequence. Because I can’t escape. I know that. So for all purposes, I’m already dead. And it doesn’t matter what happens to a dead man. So I let him kiss my closed eyes, and I try to tell myself that at least it’s some kind of contact- at least I’m not completely alone in the darkness anymore. I try to tell myself that maybe if I give into him he’ll let me go- or give me more freedom so that I can try to find a way to escape. And I let myself believe it. I’m desperate, and he can feel it, he can feel the change as the tension in my body is replaced by defeat. And he’s back to his soft kisses, across my jawline and down my neck and I have to admit that after so long of nothing, then pain, that a little bit of pleasure has to be taken when it’s offered. I know how stupid it is. I know what I’m doing wrong. And I tell myself that I’m only doing it because I have some small hope that he’s going to release me. And by the time that he’s at my lips I’ve stopped telling myself anything altogether. I don’t care anymore. That demon tongue… he has amazing control and I give up thinking and just live in a tactile wonderland of sensation. I escape from my practical mind and think of nothing more then the way his soft hands feel on my warm body, of the way his tongue massages against my own. I had nearly bitten it in half once- but now the desire to do so has drained from me. I can take solace in the feelings it brings. He becomes… less violent when I’m not trying to push him away. He isn’t mocking me for giving in or hurting me like I thought he would. He defies expectations by pulling away from my mouth and nibbling down my chest, the one bright red eye that I could see locked with my own, taking in my puzzlement. He’s leading me up to something- I know it. This is the calm before the storm. I don’t close my legs when he pries them apart, I only pull myself a little farther up, bracing my back with the cold stone wall and watching, shaking with anticipation- I have no idea what he’s going to do. I know he wants to hurt me. And a million things dance through my imagination- the vast majority involving some kind of genital torture that my brain won’t finish fathoming- it sees no reason to put me through any kind of anguish when it knows that I’m about to experience it in the outside. He grabs my dick and I freeze, every muscle tense- afraid that if I move or breath it will spur him on to something terrible. He rests the other hand on my side and looks down at me with a smile. "See?" he asks, "Doesn’t it feel better to give in? Look how excited you are." What the hell is he talking about? Don’t think about it. Should I try to hide the fear in my eyes? Does it matter? But those thoughts melt away as he picks up a rhythm and moves his long fingers expertly across my cock- the fear never leaves me, but the sensations are enough to provoke strange sounds and feelings of relief as he seems to know just when to squeeze and just where to touch, playing nimbly with the little bundle of nerves under my head, and teasing at the slit, squeezing the shaft to provide that extra little friction- I don’t notice that my arms are around his neck until he stops and pulls his hand away. What the fuck is going on? His fingers are at my mouth and I assume he wants me to open it- there’s something coating them, salty, sweet- my precum… Oh fuck. He’s… I’m… This is so fucked up. This is beyond the ability for my psyche to understand, and I’m not even going to try. He takes my chin in his fingertips and forces me to look up at him. "What’s wrong Skychild?" He asks, and for once it doesn’t sound as if he’s mocking me, "Let yourself go. Enjoy it. Haven’t you ever done this before?" Done- what the actual fuck? No. No I’ve never gotten a hand job from a demon in a cell after the goddamn apocalypse before. I can’t even… I can’t even really wrap my head around that as it’s happening. I can feel my anger rising again, but it fades as he pushes violently against my lips, warm and inviting, leading the way, leading to what I can only assume is hell, and I’ve stopped fighting. His tongue. is magical, and it puts me at ease. By the time he pulls back, I’m in his lap and I have no idea what I’m doing there. The bulge grinding against me shocks me- I honestly didn’t think that the spirits had… well, anything down there. But obviously, I was wrong. He had something. And it was in proportion to his body. What the- did he want me to do something? No- thank god, no, he was sliding me off his lap and back onto the floor. The panic was slowly easing itself away when he loomed over me again. He kissed the side of my jaw, then nibbled up my ear, and I shocked myself by wrapping my arms around his neck again. There was something desperately wrong with me. I’m letting him play with me- I’m… involved in my own downfall. Perhaps it’s what I deserve. "Still the strong, silent type?" He asks me, whispering, his hot breath against my ear. What does he want me to say? "Never mind" there’s an underlying laughter, and the memories of that laugh come flooding back- nothing good follows it. Demons and beasts of nightmares are summoned with that laughter, traps and battles and hell itself. I jerk my arms back and prop myself up, and I know that the fear shows now. I wish he would just do what he was planning and leave me to my own suffering. His gloved hand is tracing little triangles across my chest, and I lay my head against the wall and try to breath, try to will myself through this. He’s a cat with a mouse. And suddenly, his hands are at my hips and he’s jerking me to the floor again. I brace myself and stare up at him as he looms over me, licking his lips with that unsettling tongue of his. "So beautiful for a mortal," He must have been talking about me, and it angers me. As my eyes narrow, he notices and tries a correction, "Don’t be upset Skychild. Relax. Your life doesn’t have to be like this. If you show me that I can trust you, then you could have a very different environment. I can let you see the sun again.” He’s lying. Isn’t he? It would be a lie to say that I consider myself experienced with sexual relationships, but I thought I knew what he was planning when he positioned himself between my legs, and I searched desperately for a way to deal with it. I looked up at him, judging him, resting there with his hands on my thighs, forcing them open, and I struggled, trying to will myself to say something- something that would stop what I knew was coming. Would it hurt? Of course. Ghirahim was going to do it, so it was going to hurt. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to prepare myself. He spoke again. "Are you afraid, SkyChild?” I opened my eyes and looked up at him- he wore that arrogant smirk that so often led to trouble for me. He knew the answer. I covered my face with my hands, ran them through my hair and looked back up at him. He was laughing under his breath, laughing at me- at how pathetic I had become. "I’m not going to try to hurt you,” The promise fell from his lying lips, “so you need to relax.” I looked down at his erection and suddenly, the realization of what was happening hit me full force. He was a big man, and… this was not going to work. Just- even if I had wanted it, there was no way- spatially, physically, it wasn’t something that could happen- And he was smiling as the first intense bolt of pain shot through me. It burned and stretched and even though he stopped, it hurt- an intense pain that shot through me, and forced my body to clench, to jerk, to try and scuttle away- but he reached down and held me by my shoulders, bolted to the spot. I hadn’t realized I had been screaming until the silence startled me. "It isn’t that bad," he chastised, and then added, "relax,” in a tone that made such an act impossible. There was no escape, and as he lunged forward, forming a path through my body-a body that rejected him outright, more pain shot through me, and I knew that something was horribly, horribly wrong. This was not happening. I cried out again and reached for the only thing I could find, wrapping my arms around his back and clawing at him, no longer consciously pushing him away or accepting- my mind was focused only on the pain and the ordeal going on inside. Everything was stretched out of place, rearranged to make room for him, and by the time I felt his hips push against my balls, something inside sent a bolt of electricity through my spine and I felt as if I were going to pass out. I saw stars against a black background and a brilliant flash, and nothing else mattered. I was spasming, twitching, and I couldn’t stop until he had pulled back. "Now," he smiled, and brushed my face with his free hand, one that wasn’t holding me down, "This is the part that you’re going to like.” Liar. He thrust forward again, both hands on my shoulders, but this time there was no path to forge, and all pretense of gentility was abandoned- he slammed into me with the force of a killing stroke, forcing me to brace myself against the wall to avoid slamming my head into it. But what he said was true, the pain was lessened almost to the point of nonexistence, and as he slammed again, the bolt of pleasure lit up my nervous system- and the world outside my body melted away. This happened again and again, but I had lost track of everything- I had all but forgotten about him as anything other then the cause of this feeling of euphoria. I was aware of an intense pain, of a soreness, but it was distant and far away, as if I were under the influence of some wonderful drug, and in my consciousness, all that was really present was the rhythmic feeling of those glorious bolts- he had somehow timed it so that one would begin just as the shuddering rays of the last had faded out. I had no control of my muscles as they hit, I knew that I had to be ripping the flesh from his back, but it would heal and it didn’t seem to be slowing him down. I could hear the rhythmic breathing he let out becoming more and more erratic, but it seemed far away and inconsequential. The euphoria wasn’t fading as it had been, he was moving too quickly, and the part I didn’t get to experience before a new wave set in was building, had no release, was burning, and I screamed at the sensation. The tension it created was unbearable- my body ached at it, but he continued his onslaught, merciless and uninhibited, slamming with all his might at blinding, erratic speed. I buried my head in his shoulder and held on, riding the waves of pleasure and praying for a release of the energy building up so high it hurt- And a flash blinded me as it did, as everything that had been building up spilled over, and my body was wracked with the overabundance, the energy, the pure ecstasy of the release, as every muscle tensed at once, and I felt my back arch, sending me into the arms of my lover, and reality hit hard and fast, shattering the facade and leaving me a panting mess. What was wrong with me? Did I just call Ghirahim my… No. No, I didn’t. I’m not insane. I tried to steady my breathing, but his arms were around me and he was kissing my forehead, no longer pounding into me, no longer doing anything but resting inside me and gently stroking me, purring with delight and leaving me confused, used, and weighted down with the world as it is now compared to what it had just been. I whimpered under his body weight and he slowly said something that I couldn’t hear, the orgasm still ringing through my body. He was counting. And he pulled out in one smooth motion and suddenly the path he was forged was cleared- emptied. I felt empty. I grabbed at him and tried to pull him back down, and he laid his head on my chest. After so long with no-one, it felt nice. I have forgotten all pretense, forgotten that I was supposed to be plotting an escape and took a few minutes to just enjoy the other living creature breathing into my chest. He kissed my chest and looked up at me, sticky- he had laid in the pool of my cum that had collected on my stomach and I was suddenly embarrassed about that- but it didn’t seem to bother him. "Did you enjoy that, Skychild?" I merely stared down at him in wonder. And it elicited another laugh. But for some reason, this one didn’t frighten me. "Keep up the good work. Show me that I can trust you, and I’ll let you out of this cell." He promised, and I didn’t believe him. "A warm bed with silk sheets, good meals, and you’ll see the sky again." I wasn’t going to get my hopes up. I nodded in understanding and pulled his head back to my chest. Just a little more time…

Summary - A 17 yr old boy in a new city, looking forward to finally getting a girlfriend and loosing his virginity. Living with his two older sisters, he is sent for snacks in the middle of the night so they can continue their drinking at home. He doesn't realize they played a little prank and the 24 yr old cashier loves what they did. Status : in progress ( I'll try to add something at least once every few days) Someone was grabbing my leg and pulling me off my bed, giggles and snorting telling me who it was. If it had been an unusual event I would have protested but after 10 years of dealing with my older two sisters I just groaned and tried to open my eyes. "We need snacks, Rinji!" Amari complained as she grabbed pants from the floor and shoved my legs in then. "We need snacks to continue our very serious discussion." "Yes. Verrrry serious." Raimy agreed, shoving a hoody over my head and messing with my shaggy hair. "We need to decide which of us is going to use the car tomorrow for our dates." I got a strong smell of alcohol as she shoved the hoody all the way down and breathed in my face. Gagging, I put a hand in her face and shoved her away. Waking up was not my thing. Waking up at... what looked like 12:48am in the morning by my drunken siblings just made it worse but I learned years ago just to do what I was ordered to do. After our mom died when I was eight, my older sisters took care of everything. A 20 yr old Amari got a second job to pay bills and 16 yr old Rainy took over the household chores. Lonely and afraid I would loose them too I became an annoying shadow to them when I wasn't at school and they learnt to threaten to leave if I didn't do what they said. Looking back, it was embarrassing what I had done to make them happy but remembering how they praised me for being a good boy still made me smile. They gave up a lot to raise me. Wearing animal ears and such because they found it 'just adorable' was a little sacrifice and always made them happy when they were sad. Now that they were older and had their own lives they hadn't had me put on my ears for years. My sleep deprived body was shoved/carried/thrown out of the house with some money pushed into my pockets and a list in my hand. Our new home was close to a convenient store that was open 24hrs so I rubbed my eyes and started a zombie shuffle down the street to its bright light. My 5'6" frames felt sore and heavy from my abusers so I stretch out as I walked. With puppy dog brown eyes and a shaggy head of brown hair I was on the cute side if girls were to be believed. I had dated a few girls briefly through the years but it never lasted long after they met my sisters for some reason. With my last year of school ahead and in a new city, I had high hopes this would finally be there year. It didn't matter who it was! I was not going to graduate a virgin. The bell announced me as I peered at the list a drunk had made for me and I got a basket. Schips were most likely chips I figured, going to the snack section and beginniing my quest. I didn't notice the cashier staring at me with wide eyes and a stupified look before a wide grin spread and a gleam entered his eye as he looked me over. When I finished my basket was full so I lugged it to the counter and placed it and the money down as I yawned. The cashier started to ring me up. I saw he was good looking, a athletic strong look and a easy smile and light green eyes that seemed to be flicking from the snacks to my hair. I knew it was a worse rats nest than normal since it wasn't brushed so I just shrugged his look off. With the snacks bagged and totaled, the cashier gave me my change and chuckled for some reason. I brushed my hair from my eyes and gave him a curious look. He smiled, held his hand out palm up and said, "Shake boy." It was an old habit so i curled my hand up like a paw and placed it in his. I felt embarrassment flood my body in waves and the heat of a flush cover my face as it hit me. After year of playing a puppy it was ingrained in me to react like I did. I wanted to say something but my mouth and mind were empty as I saw him smile grow and eyes laugh at me. He let my "paw" go and leaned forward to lay his fingers along my throat. "Were is your collar, puppy dog? Your to cute not to have a owner." Chilled fingers on my throat sent a shiver through my body and his teasing tone sent my heart galloping. I didn't know how he knew but he did. This wasn't something that was ever suppose to happen. "H...how?" I was able to gasp out as something started to stir in me as he ran his fingers along my jaw and into my hair. He leaned over the counter, his face coming closer before his hand left my hair and brought something between us. Puppy ears.

~Warning~ Though confusing this story does go from the girl dreaming to the boy who becomes the main character. There is violence in here such as rape, slavery, gang violence, blood and guts. Some parts do not make sense. Also some scenes may be written again because the world started over and or it is different in some manner.no one really dies in this story even when the world ends they all come back except bad guys. - - - Updated - - - ~Dreams bio~ A girl named Michelle Elizabeth Jones is in dreamland like Alice in wonderland it feels so real. In the dream is this boy Samuel Lee Denver takes the spotlight. Trying to survive the world that looks just like our world. So many this happens that makes no sense like his gem and his 112 character profile inside. His supposed father is always trying to kill him. If you do not believe in ghost,magic,monsters,demons,shadow people,leaf men,fairys and any other mystical creatures you might believe now. Join us in the adventures of sam and his friends.

Name: Tsorin Delour Age: 24 Appearance: Eyes: coal black Hair: black Build: olive skin tone and average height Personality: Crude. Professionalism when needed. Jealous. Dominating. Willing to blackmail to get what he wants. Bio: Tsorin spent his time bullying the weak to keep himself preoccupied. It's simply what he'd always done. He came from a home where his mother adored him and his father worked hard to spoil him. He lived an easy, if not simple, life growing up. Now, almost finished with college, Tsorin runs a business diligently with utmost professionalism. If only he had some way to pass the time between the long boring meetings. ----------------POST----------------- The day was as any other, full of promise... promise to being another dull day. Tsorin had, once again, needed to go through a meeting and take care of applications for the open position of office assistant at the business he ran. He was one of the youngest bosses in the industry and he held that honor with pride. The downfall? His every waking hour held zero entertainment. Of course, being in school helped some. He was able to enjoy his mornings taking advantage of his current object of bullying. Sure, he had bullied plenty before, but his current target had a thrill rushing through Tsorin's spine. Hinata... he was a dorky looking freshman at the college. One that was especilly fun to bully over the course of the year so far. Tsorin rubbed the back of his head as the image of the mouser hair and dark eyes played across his mind. The black frame from the dork's glasses making his eyes stand out more. Shaking his head, Tsorin tried to clear his mind of thoughts of the freshman. Perhas he wasn't as awake as he thought he was. He tried turning his focus ahead of him as he walked through the hallway toward the caffeteria. He needed to quickly grab something to eat before heading to his business class. He knew they were having a workshop today on the study of stocks. Not like he hears enought about stocks at work. Grumbling, he waved a hand above his head as of to push his thoughts away. "Focus. Tsorin, focus." He stepped in the caffeteria and pulled his wallet free from his pants pocket. "I should make that moron buy me breakfast."

Chapter 1-Ritz Barron Creatures of darkness where being attacked by two enemies that usually did not combine. Humans used werewolves to kill the vampire race. The king and queen hid their son in an unmarked tomb. This child was named Ritz the next in line to the throne. Almost all the vampires were killed what remained in the cemetery fled. Ritz stayed in the tomb till he was strong enough to lift the lid off, that place where he was kept to be saved from the war. When he emerged everything was strange and new. At the time no one was around. He started to wonder hungry and angry the only thing he could think of was what his father told him. “Stay in here until you are strong enough to push the top off” his father said. It echoed in his brain as he wandered around. The first human he seen became his meal after that it became a bloodbath. He ate any human he saw and fought everyone even other vampires. This reign of terror lasted for hundreds of years till one brave human buried Ritz. they put chain upon chain they were thick. Sadly for the humans this did not last to long. He broke and started all over again. It continued till a werewolf named cian showed him that not all humans are bad After he was set straight Ritz vowed to never drain blood ever again. It was dark out this boy was about to be hurt in an alleyway. A shadow figure was on top a cross long hair thrashing around in the strong wind. The figure jumped down in front of the man who had a knife. “You wish to spill the blood of this young human am i correct” Ritz said fangs bared. “And what if i am? what are you a dog?” The man asked pointing the knife at him. “No i am a vampire.Ritz Barron is the name” Ritz said his eyes turned red the guy lunged at him. Jumping over him like it was nothing. “You missed” Ritz said the guy then swung around trying to cut him again still missing as Ritz just jumped out the way. When his hand was in right position Ritz kicked the knife out the guys hand. “You little…” the guy started to say but just then Ritz kicked him in the mouth. “Are you okay human boy?” Ritz asked extending a hand out to him the boy gently took his hand. Pulling him into the light Ritz saw a cut on the boys cheek. “You are hurt” Ritz said with anger in his voice. “I am fine it is just a cut” the boy said. “No you are hurt” Ritz said looking sad with his head down he saw his pants were ripped up.this made him even more angry. “Don't be angry” the boy said putting his head on Ritz. “Okay i will take you to my tomb human boy” Ritz said trying to pick him up. “My name is Kit” the boy said Ritz stopped trying to pick him up. “I am Ritz Barron,i am next in line for the throne of vampire king” Ritz said proudly standing straight up. Just the sun started to come up. “Should we go?” Kit asked pointing at the sun rising. “Yes” Ritz said grabbing Kit’s hand gently dragging him to the tomb the humans put Ritz when he was on a blood high. The tomb was big enough for two so Ritz put kit in the crawled in. “good night Ritz” Kit said as Ritz put the lid on right as the sun was coming up.

The Four Horsemen || Brothers of the Apocalypse || :: AlphaZero :: [table=width: 500, class: outer_border, align: center] [tr] [td][/td] [/tr] [/table] [table=width: 200, align: center] [tr] [td] [size=1][font=palatino linotype][color=#ff3333][u]Summary:[/u][/color] In the immediate future, a series of natural disasters have turned the earth into a complete wasteland. All living organisms, including mankind, have been wiped off the face of the planet. The government, who was able to foresee this situation, took extreme measures in order to counter the worst-case scenario. The most extreme measure was the creation of the Project "FAMILY”. Four sets of seven young participants were carefully selected and placed into teams--War, Famine, Conquest, and Death. Each individual was then placed under cryogenic sleep in hopes of preserving the continued existence of mankind. Years later, they awaken to find themselves suddenly thrust into an unknown world. Confused and lost, they quickly come to realize that this wasn’t the same world they knew. [/font][/size] [/td] [/tr] [/table] If there are going to be comments, please message me instead of commenting. Thank you.

'Aamon! We have to get up, you'll get no breakfast if you don't hurry.' The familiar voice announced before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him, the voice was Aamon's roommate who routinely had to deal with Aamon's habit of sleeping in. But it wasn't as if he had slept in until afternoon, no he had been awoken at 4:28 a.m. when he was supposed to be awoken at 4:00 a.m. The servants and maids always had to wake up early so they could prepare themselves for the day as well for the royal family who were sleeping soundly upstairs and wouldn't awaken until hours later. Aamon has been employed as a servant for the royal family for only a month, meaning his work was usually out of sight of the family because he lacked experience and professionalism, at least that's what his boss told him. He got up from his bed with a light yawn before heading over to his dresser to put on his uniform, he decided not to take a shower as a way of saving himself some time so he could have some breakfast before readying the day for the royal family. The boy, after making himself presentable, headed out of his room and to the dining room to grab a quick breakfast. After eating a biscuit or two he headed upstairs to water all the plants in the palace, later he would go wash the windows and floors with the help of other staff members. Aamon began watering the potted plants in the main room where other servants and maids were making themselves busy. 'Ah! Aamon, lay these clothes out for Master Ilettio for me.' A red haired maid pushed the clothes into Aamon's hands, taking the watering can he had been holding and setting it down on a table near by. "Why can't you do it?" He asked a bit annoyed, he had never entered the bedrooms of the royal family and wasn't meant to for it was a maids job or a butlers but definitely not his. 'One of the other girls is sick so I have to take on her work load...Just do it, he'll be asleep so you have nothing to worry about & don't forget to take the clothes on the floor to the laundry room.' The red haired girl hurried past Aamon before pointing him in the direction of the room and he followed her directions, he didn't want to do it but it couldn't be helped. Aamon peeked his head in the room as he opened the door to check if the young Lord was asleep, which he was. The room was quite dark but spacious so Aamon hardly found it difficult to navigate through the room. He set down Ilettio's clothes on the end of his bed, he headed over to a curtain and opened it enough to allow him to see the room more but made sure the light wouldn't disturb the young Lord's sleep. "He does look frightening..." Aamon glanced over towards the young man sleeping, Ilettio looked as intimidating as the maids said he did. Moving closer Aamon picked up the clothes that were lying next to the bed, after dropping them off in the laundry room he could get back to his own work which he was happy about. Aamon preferred not to be yelled at by any of the older staff members because they thought he was being lazy when in fact he was helping a fellow worker.

The older blonde yawned lightly as he exited his bedroom and entered the bathroom, he started getting ready for the morning - actually the afternoon since he stayed up late last night and slept through the morning. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, not bothering to take a shower for the moment. It had been about a week since his old family friend came to stay with him after his parents passing, which he didn't talk much about, and Saburo was happy he was able to see the other again after such a long time, as a writer he mostly stayed inside to focus on the deadlines. So it had been a few years since Saburo actually seen or spoke with Ryouji. When he was in college he had met with Ryouji and his family along with his own parents a few times but that was it, most of his memories of the other were when Saburo was in high school. In high school Saburo would babysit the other while his parents went out, he was always such a serious kid and it seems to stand true to this day. Saburo went into the kitchen to make some coffee, while he was doing so he tried to think of what to do with Ryouji for the day. Ryouji insisted the day he came over to do something in return for housing him, so Saburo was mostly using him for chores and then occasionally using him to check over his work for any errors. It seemed to Saburo that the man felt a bit of shame for having to house with him, probably he felt like he was too old to be living under someone else's roof but Saburo was excited for the company and a bit relieved to have Ryouji assist him with his work. "Ryou, you up yet?" He called down from the hallway as he made his way towards the other man's room, the room used to be used as Saburo's work station and where he occasionally fell asleep. After moving out the desk, couch, and his papers he moved a bed in plus some other things so that it would be fitting for Ryouji to sleep in. The older man leaned against the door frame waiting for an answer of some sort, he assumed Ryouji would be up by now since the last few days he seemed to get up earlier than himself but maybe he had also stayed up last night. Not waiting long Saburo opened Ryouji's door slightly, he didn't seem to mind barging into another man's bedroom like he should have. "Hey Ryou, you hungry? If you're still asleep I'll go get donuts without you." He taunted lightly as he stepped into the younger man's dark bedroom, it wasn't really a healthy breakfast but there was a bakery shop a walking distance from Saburo's place and he didn't have the energy to make himself an omelette or sausages.

Hey~ I'm putting some Character Idea's here, none of my Characters will have a strict role & will be quite flexible :3 Please PM me if you find someone you like ;3 More Boys To Come~!! >

Does any one have a copy of/scans of the Teahouse comic? I don't mean the version available online, but the 18+ explicit version that was only available if you bought the comics...

ICHIRO HANDA KENSOU OZU URI SUWA HEAT WAS TRULY A CRUEL MISTRESS, ONCE THOSE SCORCHING SUMMERS ROLLED AROUND PEOPLE HAD BECOME MORE INTOLERABLE THAN EVER. THE HEAT WAS TO BLAME OF COURSE, IT MADE EVERYONE MAD AND LESS COOPERATIVE. OF COURSE THAT'S WHY HIS MOTHER HAD PACKED HIS BAGS THIS MORNING AND SENT HIM ON HIS WAY TO A STRANGERS HOME WITHOUT EVEN WANTING TO TALK IT OVER THOUGH SHE HAD HER REASONS. ICHIRO HAD BEEN GIVEN MANY CHANCES TO FIX HIMSELF AND HIS MISTAKES, TO TAKE A PATH THAT WOULDN'T MAKE HIS MOTHER BEAT HIM WITH A BROOM FOR IT AND THEN LATER CRY OVER HOW HORRID OF A JOB SHE HAD DONE WITH HER SON EVEN THOUGH THEY BOTH KNEW IT WASN'T HER FAULT. BUT THAT'S WHAT MOTHERS DID, THEY BLAMED THEMSELVES FOR THEY WERE THE ONES WHO CONTINUED TO WATCH AS THEIR CHILDREN GREW INTO PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE OR INTO PEOPLE WHO STRUGGLED IN LIFE TO MAKE GOOD DECISIONS. WHAT MOTHERS DON'T KNOW HOWEVER IS THAT SOMETIMES LIFE DIDN'T GIVE THE OPTION OF GOOD LIFE DECISIONS. ICHIRO WASN'T A GENIUS SO NATURALLY HE DIDN'T CARE FOR SCHOOL VERY MUCH BUT HE DID ENJOY SPORTS LIKE BASKETBALL AND SOCCER, THOUGH HE WAS KICKED OUT OF THOSE SORTS OF CLUBS FOR REASONS SUCH AS FIGHTING AS WELL AS HIS GRADES. ICHIRO'S MOTHER WORKED TWO JOBS TO KEEP THE FAMILY AFLOAT WHILE HE WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL BUT AT SOME POINT SHE HAD GOTTEN LAID OFF AT ONE OF HER JOBS, ICHIRO HAD TO PITCH IN AND HIS SALARY WASN'T CUTTING IT WITH HIS MOTHER PREGNANT BY SOME RANDOM MAN SHE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER. ICHIRO NEVER WENT ONTO COLLEGE AFTER GRADUATION BECAUSE HE DECIDED TO HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE WORKING FIELD TO HELP HIS MOTHER OUT. HE WAS A MECHANIC, LIVED WITH HIS MOTHER TO KEEP HER COMPANY AND HELP WITH BABY EXPENSES BUT LIFE WAS TOUGH. ICHIRO WAS NINETEEN WHEN THE BABY WAS BORN AND WITH BILLS PLUS THE BABIES NEEDS IT GOT TO OUT OF CONTROL. SO ICHIRO CALLED A FRIEND HE KNEW FROM HIGH SCHOOL, A GUY HE KNEW COULD GIVE HIM SOME WORK IF HE NEEDED IT AND HE DID. THE WORK WASN'T CLEAN, HE SOLD DRUGS AT THE MECHANIC SHOP HE WORKED AT AND GOT A GOOD ENOUGH CUT FOR DOING IT. LIFE WAS EASY AGAIN, UNTIL HIS MOTHER FOUND A STASH IN HIS ROOM AND INSTEAD OF ADMITTING THAT HE SOLD DRUGS, HE TOLD HER HE WAS USING. ALL THE 'DIRTY' MONEY HE HAD USED TO HELP THEIR SITUATION, SHE WOULD HAVE RETURNED EVERYTHING HE HAD GIVEN TO HER IF SHE HAD KNOWN. THAT'S HOW HE GOT STUCK STANDING OUTSIDE IN THE BLISTERING HEAT, WAITING FOR SOME STRANGERS TO PICK HIM UP AND SET HIM STRAIGHT OR SOMETHING OF THAT SORT. HIS MOTHER HAD ARRANGED THE WHOLE THING, SHE HEARD FROM A FRIEND ABOUT THESE BROTHERS WHO AGREED TO TAKE CARE OF HIM FOR A BIT AND TO BE HONEST ICHIRO WAS SUSPICIOUS OF THESE BROTHERS. HIS MOTHER SAID THAT SHE WAS NOT PAYING THEM A CENT BUT HE DIDN'T BELIEVE HER, THEY HAD TO BE GETTING SOMETHING OUT OF A GUY LIKE HIM STAYING AT THEIR PLACE. HE ONLY AGREED TO IT BECAUSE HE GOT FREE HOUSING, HIS MOTHER HAD KICKED HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE AND HE WAS IN NO POSITION TO GET HIS OWN PLACE NOW THAT HE QUIT HIS SECOND JOB, DEALING DRUGS. ICHIRO STOOD AT THE CORNER OF SAINT AVENUE, WAITING FOR ANY CAR THAT WOULD STOP AND HOPEFULLY BE THE ONE WITH HIS NEW ROOMMATES INSIDE. HE CHECKED THE DIGITAL WATCH ON HIS WRIST, IT READ 3:52 AND THEN SIGHED AS HE FIXED THE BASEBALL CAP ON HIS HEAD. HOW MUCH LONGER AM I GONNA HAVE TO WAIT FOR THESE GUYS!?! HE ASKED HIMSELF AS HE CONTINUED TO LOOK AT THE CLOCK ON HIS WRIST SWEARING HE'D LEAVE SOON IF THESE GUYS DIDN'T PICK HIM UP SOON. THINKING MORE ABOUT HIS MONEY SITUATION, HE PROMISED HIS OLD FRIEND THAT HE'D SELL FOR HIM AGAIN AFTER THINGS SETTLED DOWN FOR A BIT AND WAS ABLE TO KEEP THE FACT HIDDEN FROM HIS MOTHER. HE NEEDED TO GET SETTLED INTO HIS NEW LIVING SITUATION TOO, IF THE GUYS EVER CAME TO PICK HIM UP LIKE THEY TOLD HIS MOTHER THEY WOULD.

It’s 3 am and The streetlights are burning the streets as you hear laughing from people leaving a local bar wich will soon be closed. It’s a Friday night , Nothing weird to go out to catch a beer or two. A charming young man with a with appealing glasses and a leather coat leaves the bar and winds the street. He almost crashed into a pole , He must’ve had to much too drink. He approaches you , starting to hang all over you as He slides his hand through your hair and over your face while his stunning crystal blue eyes stare into yours. “Hey Sexy , What are you doing out so late? Want me to bring you some pleasure? “

[table=width: 500, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td][/td] [td]CHARACTER SHEET[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]APPEARANCE[/td] [td] [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]APPEARANCE SPECIFICATIONS[/td] [td] Jun dyes his hair blonde frequently and he has a few body piercings. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]FULL NAME[/td] [td] Jun Hamasaki [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]HEIGHT & WEIGHT[/td] [td] 5' 10" 162 LBS [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]AGE & POSITION[/td] [td] Eighteen Uke [/td] [/tr] [/table] The house was big for a family of three but on the other hand his social worker did tell him that the couple had three kids and there was only one left in the house. If he could recall correctly the couple had twin boys who were off to college not to far from home and the other kid was heading off as well after he graduated. Jun grabbed the last of his stuff, which wasn't that much, from the car and headed into the house while his new foster parents discussed a few things with his social worker. The blonde had already been directed to his room, he didn't need to bother the adults talking in the kitchen and headed up to his new room himself to place down the rest of his things. Apparently after the twins had moved out their room was turned into a study for the lady of the household so he had to settle for sharing a room with their youngest son, which he didn't mind as long as the other kid didn't mess with him. Jun had been in foster homes where there were jealous or self-righteous sons and daughters who would rather not share a home with a complete stranger. Jun wondered what kind of person his new roommate would be but he hadn't wondered long before he was called down by his social worker and ran downstairs to say his goodbyes. "Take care kid and call me if anything happens or you need someone to talk to." His social worker departed before embracing Jun in her arms, she had always been so patient with him and he grew to love her for that. The blonde turned his head to his new caretakers as they began to settle him in, discussing rules of the house and their son that he'd share a room with as well as a school. They also informed him that they could also come to them if he had any concerns or troubles, it was a nice offer though he learned to never take peoples words to seriously. Sometimes people say one thing but they only say it out of courtesy and to seem polite. "Both me and my husband work so sometimes you might not see us here. No worries though, you'll have your new roommate to keep you company if we aren't here. He'll be home soon so why don't you finish unpacking in your room." The blonde nodded and went upstairs to finish unpacking but his idea of unpacking was to throw his bag in the corner of the room and get settled on his bed. It wasn't long until Jun got curious and started to look around the room, just to get a feel of his new roommate.

A Harrymort fanfic . HARRY'S P.O.V "Hey Mione what would you do if i was uhm gay ? " Please no dont look like that . " I would tell you to stay away from me i dont want a faggot as a friend . Why your not are you? " "I am so good bye ." "Ron im not friends with Granger no more ." "What why not .!" "Because im gay . " "Oh ! ... I have nothing against gays but im with mione but if you need someone to talk to im here for you . okay?" "Yeah thanks Ron . " "If it helps the twins are gay aswell . " " I know i found them kissing blokes . " Though it was each outher . " Night . " ' Why why why ! ' ' Stop shouting in our mind link Potter i was trying to sleep . ' ' Oh shove it Voldie i just lost my friends cos im gay i can shout in my own mind all i bloody want ! ' ' Oh ! Did your friends leave you because your gay ha welcome to the club a lot of pepoul dont likke gays Potter . ' ' Are you trying to comforrt me Tom ? ' 'Well sort off i know what its like so and i want to get some sleep tonight thank you very much . ' '... Haha i never thought i would say this but thanks Tom i needed that and thanks for the mental hug . ; ;R-right just go to sleep we are both tierd no doubt . ' 'night Tom ' ' hehe night brat . ' 'bastard . haha ' wow i just had fun with the dark lord . -The next day at breakfrast - " Morning fag ! Get your ass filled last night ?!" "Mione ! I know you hate gays but this Harry here not that guy !" " Thanks Granger you just made my coming out to the school a lot easier thank you miss Granger . Thank you for standing up for me Ron but you should put protection speels on your lose diary bassed journals . Good day Miss Granger , Mr Weasley see you both in class . " ' I hate my life ' 'What happened now potter ? ' ' Sorry did i wake you ? I didnt mean to send that via link . ' ' Its fine Potter i could use you as a living alarm haha . ' ' Why?' 'Why what Potter ? ' 'Why are you so nice to me in our minds ? ' 'Cos despit what you think i dont hate you if you were a death eater i would most probably call you a friend i suppose your fieasty you tell me what you realy think you dont hide behind a mask . ' 'One call me Harry Potter makes me think of Severus Snape Two i would like to actually spend a day with you with out you trying to kill me if you could ? ' 'When's your next Hogsmead weekend ? ' ' This weekend why ? ' ' Meet you there for a butterbeer ?

[color=#FFFFFF][font=palatino linotype][color=#ff3333][u]Summary:[/u][/color] This is the second part of Shi no Zetsubou, 50 Shades of Despair. Shirahane Gin takes on a journey in order to find Kou. But will he, or it is already too late? [b]Previous part:[/b] [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D"]link.[/url] [color=#ff3333][b]Status: [/b][/color]On-going [i]Chapters: [/i][/font][/color][font=palatino linotype] [/font][font=palatino linotype][size=1]* [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/38764-%5Bsalvation%5D#post951292"]Slumber[/url] * [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/38764-%5Bsalvation%5D#post951570"]The Library[/url][/size][/font] SLUMBER. I loved, and I lost. Probably that's how mortals are, all of them – all of us. Somewhat I began to understand that we, regardless of race and species, we always find ourselves on that boundary – where the line of 'All you have' and 'All I want' is clearly drawn. But what I cannot grasp is, why that line could never cross in between? Why all I want can never be all I have? Most of us misunderstand many things. I wonder if my desires and needs are just another misunderstanding. Albeit, I came to realize that the most greatest misunderstanding we are not aware of , is 'the misunderstanding of oneself'. I wish..I understood myself sooner... A loud thud resounded in a cold, dark room; a room that had nothing special for the remark, one could say – pretty ruined and dusty. The ceiling has been cracked, clearly tortured by water during the rainy season. As for the walls, they could barely hold the weight of the bricks and wooden blocks. Even so the room was still a room, no matter how torn and cracked it was. Shirahane's body crawled against the dusty floor, his pants being torn whenever a crooked nail standing above the floor tangled in the pants' fabric. His lips met a few times the dust, particles getting into his airway resulted a few rhythmic coughs. His chest could barely catch up with the painful inhales. Different images were coming and going, he couldn't keep up with such an amount of information. In between secrets, knowledge, curses, spells, truths and lies, his mind somewhat picked on a memory he was never aware of. [ - Why are you crying, Shirahane Gin? ] - the voice in his head resounded a dozen of times, it beckoned his attention despite all the flood happening inside his mortal's head. [ - I am sorry. ..Just..] - Gin's eyes started to hurt but swore he, that was his own voice in a memory he never saw before. [ - Just? ] [ - Just, why are you here?] [ - I am here to take the pain away. ] The sentence alone made him aware of the agony embracing his slender body, the male rolled abruptly and harshly on his back, his coughing preventing him from talking to himself, “What am I..?” [ - Are you sick?!] - his own voice jolted the bits of energy left in his body to keep him awake, why he was screaming again? [ - Yes, I am sick. People like you make me sick, disturbing the natural flow.] Shirahane's hand traveled down to his chest, squeezing just right where his heart felt like bursting, bursting in stillness. [ - I am sorry. ...Somewhere between the layers of difference, I lost myself. ] - Gin's eyes felt like burning, his body was demanding of him to close them. Yet again, could he still make it to the last dot of this memory? [ - Why do you exist, Death? ] [ - Life. Life is my purpose.] [ - Life?] - Shirahane's head felt like bursting, the only thing keeping him away from blacking out was the need to know, to know what that memory meant. [ - Tell me, do you believe in Fate?] [ - No, why should I believe in something that never returns the favor?] [ - Do you believe in God?] [ - Isn't it partly the same as Fate..?] - Gin's green eyes opened, his gaze losing itself into the height of that ruined by time ceiling, through the cracks he could see the stars yet again it felt as he could never see the sky. [ - Then, do you believe in me, Shirahane Gin?] [ - In you?] [ - Yes, in me. Death.] [ - I guess. After all, we all die, don't we?] [ - Very well. Then I will return the favor.] - the last words echoed in his slipping away conscious. Gin's clenched hand relaxed and head nodded slightly to side. It was impossible to keep feeling the agony of becoming what the world feared the most. The room became quiet again, as if no one disturbed the time's judgment, as if no one would stop the time from ruining it further, as if no one would rebuild and fix what had to be fixed. No star could pledge, no wind could embrace – a body just in the middle of an old room, Shirahane Gin's slumber came to be. From the far yet near, steps tapped upwards the stairs. Calm and harmonized, whoever walked the staircase seemed to be like a skilled companion of silence. Once the steps made it to the room where Gin's body laid unconscious, a heavy sigh resounded. - … - quiet to what was before, the figure moved closer to Shirahane taking a crouching pose. Once hands came down, a glove was dropped near the body followed by another glove. Then soon after they were adjusted on Gin's hands yet the figure never spoke, more like, no words could be said. When things were more than obvious and clear, words somewhat looked as these fake decorations rich people liked to bid on. Fake and meaningless. Long hair caressed Gin's cheeks when the person lowered more to adjust position for a lift, soon the body fitted in strong arms - Samael's arms. The angel of Death walked out the room with Shirahane in arms, his silver eyes looked deeper and darker than the night sky outside. What he always wanted to avoid was to carry another body, to see another soul torture, to teach cruelty and truth. The male disappeared into these dark corners, leaving the room as crumbled as before, leaving it be a room a bit more.

Ba Sing Se was a busy place that never rested and with a large population of citizen's as well as a large group of refugees that were taking shelter from the Fire Nation. Dhama, a run away military officer and current thief, was walking the crowded streets of the refugee district. There was little soldiers or patrol to be seen around, no one in Ba Sing Se really cared for the refugee's, they were all mostly seen as a burden to their homeland and so naturally the citizens of Ba Sing Se left them for the wolves or pretended they didn't exists which was perfect for Dhama. Disguising himself as a refugee, no one bothered to look his way or pay him any attention and if anything they ignored him purposely because refugee's were an eyesore. Other refugee's also ignored him because all of them were trying to make it by on their own, they had more concerns over their own family's well being than another guy who lost everything because of the Fire Nation. It had also been a year and a half since he fled from his military duties, not many people would recognize him or at least regular soldiers wouldn't. Dhama, like the rest of the refugees, was walking through the outskirts of Ba Sing Se which were gradually less nice than the inner parts of Ba Sing Se and with more criminal activity. Which Dhama participated in, he knew stealing from refugee's wasn't going to get him much coin because most of these people had come into Ba Sing Se with nothing but from time to time he was able to spot himself something very nice such as the daggers the man he had been tailing was carrying around. Both looked quite valuable and crafted by professionals, he was only aiming to grab one of the daggers since the man he was tailing was less likely to notice one missing from his side though not for very long so he'd have to make a quick getaway and what better way than to get lost in the immense crowd of people. It was a perfect plan and even if his target did notice something he wouldn't be bale to catch him and none of the soldiers would care for a refugee's plea, the dagger would be sold within the hour. The raven haired male began walking closer towards his target as they both headed down the street towards the crowded market and when they were surrounded by a crowd of refugee's Dhama enacted his plan. He shoved past his pale victim, playing it off as an accident as he grabbed one of the daggers at his side. "Ah, excuse me." Dhama turned his head towards the pale guy for a brief moment, smiling lightly before turning his head back. He continued into the crowd making some distance between himself and the man he just robbed, the coin he'd get from the dagger would definitely be enough to get him out of Ba Sing Se. Dhama hated staying in one place for too long and Ba Sing Se had nothing more to offer him, he needed to move on to the next town and make bigger scores than stealing daggers off of people. After slipping out from the crowd of people the darkly toned man headed down an alleyway, the man he sold all his findings too in Ba Sing Se wasn't far from his location so he felt pretty good.

Fuyuki Takanori or as his mother and close friends would call him, Fuyu, leaned idly against the building a few of his friends were occupying. It was night club that he had been dragged to, well not really against his will considering he loved drinking with friends as much as the next guy but when invited by a good friend to have a nice night out, one wouldn't appreciate the fact that they had been invited out just so that good friend could try and hook said one up with a guy he met through another friend. Honestly, just because Fuyu was gay and that sort of thing wasn't talked about much in japan without poking fun of the LGBT community didn't mean he couldn't find a guy for himself. Besides that Fuyu simply wasn't looking for a relationship though he did appreciate the fact that his buddy was thinking about him even if he went about it the wrong way. He wasn't wasted just a little buzzed, he hadn't planned to get drunk, he was mature enough to make the better decision when he had work the next morning. As his mother had once told him, 'only get wasted when you can afford to do so' and he could at times but tonight was not one of those nights. Fuyu reached into his back pocket, pulling out a box of cigarettes and then proceeded to light one after placing it between his chapped lips. He had an awful habit of licking and biting his lips. Fuyu had only stepped out of the club for a minute, he told his friends he needed to take a breathe and by that he meant he needed to smoke. a bad habit indeed that made it almost impossible for him to relax anywhere in a public building, restaurant, or nightclub even but standing in the cold winter night with his cigarettes was still worth it even if his ears were getting chilly. He made a mental note to buy earmuffs, they weren't very manly but whatever. It was better than his current situation, freezing in the snow. He checked the time, he could have stayed out for a bit longer but he really didn't want to see his probably already drunk friend push the blind date on him any further, it'd be pretty embarrassing actually. Fuyu decided he'd call it a night, it had been kinda fun even with the random guy tagging along who wasn't that bad but still. So the blonde started heading down the sidewalk, he'd text his friend later about his whereabouts but he'd probably not notice his absence anyway if he was already hammered. "You're leaving already?" The light blonde turned his head around to see the other gay guy he was suppose to hit it off with, well according to his good friend. "Oh...yeah tell Hajime I said night and thanks for inviting me out but I have work in the morning so I gotta call it a night." Fuyu turned back around and began walking away once more as the other called out to him. "I can at least give you a ride home." He considered it for not even a second, he was pretty sure that the guy was expecting something to happen between the two of them and even if not one night stands wasn't how Fuyu operated usually. Fuyu was more classical, he preferred a real connection with his partners and genuine feelings developing. "Ah no thanks, I'm just gonna take the subway but make sure Hajime doesn't get too wasted, he loves to go overboard sometimes. Night!" Fuyu waved off to the other guy as he headed down the snowy sidewalk, his cigarette almost burning out and a chill running down his spine. Not because he was cold but because something felt off, he wasn't sure why but it felt like he wasn't alone though he shrugged it off as paranoia. Honestly he shouldn't have been so stubborn and accepted the ride home.

A story about a dude who can't sleep,──────────── ───────────────... and Sleep himself. ─── an original webnovel series ─── C. W. T. Lim © YaoiOtaku.com Exclusive

This is honestly just nasty porn because I wanted to practice and for some reason decided to be gross about it. There's no protection or proper procedure because they're stupid and I don't recommend following their lead please use protection and proper prep OTL But hopefully otherwise it's ok since it's been awhile and I'm kind of rusty. Some people came to bars to get tipsy and laid. Dresden came to bars to get smashed and fucked into the wall of some seedy bathroom. The air was stale and reeked of alcohol and vomit and sweat, and he'd have been fighting the urge to gag if his mouth wasn't occupied by some guy's fingers. His head was foggy, clouded up by a five-glasses-of-whiskey induced haze, and absolutely everything felt fucking amazing. His jeans were around his ankles, and as his boytoy of the night's fingers worked him open in fluid, rough strokes, Dresden's hips banged into the wall hard enough to bruise. His breathing had already gone ragged, and each time his cock rubbed against grimy tiles filthy and disgusting, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a groan tore from his throat. There wasn't much lower he could sink than this, he was sure. Drunk off his ass in a bar restroom with some guy he barely knew about to plow into him, this was the shit people spit on. In some corner of his mind, Dresden noted he'd probably get hot for that too—alcohol always had a special way of fucking him up. But there was decidedly less fucking going on right now than he wanted, and as the blond man's lips curled his teeth bit down on the fingers digging into his tongue. "Ow—are you trying to take them off?" It felt weird having so much freedom to move his jaw, to talk and have his words come out clear even through his pants. "You gonna do me or not asshole? I don't give a shit if it hurts." In fact, he was anticipating it. He could imagine the burn of being stretched too far, the searing pain muddled by hot pleasure, and if this fucker didn't want to give it to him then he'd find someone else. The other's breath was shallow, and Dresden could feel the puffs of air on his ear. A shiver wracked his body, and in a second flat he felt a hand tangling in his hair and then his cheek was being smashed against the wall. "I was going to be nice about this, but that's not what you're after tonight is it?" Dresden could hear the laughter hidden behind the man's words, but rather than a reply, he only graced the other with a glaring blue eye that was barely visible through the curtain of blond locks framing his face. Just get on with it. He was leaking already, smearing this grungy wall with more filth, and if this dick didn't give him want he wanted already— "My name's Aldric," his partner whispered, breaking Dresden's chain of thoughts. He tried to turn his head farther to really pin him—Aldric— with a leer, but the man's grip on his head was strong as hell. "The fuck do I care?" he growled, lacing his words with the venom he couldn't give with a stare. "So you know what you should be screaming." And then all at once Aldric slammed into him. Dresden's mouth fell open, but only choked sounds escaped. He could feel saliva dribbling down his chin, but he didn't give one goddamn shit about it because Aldric was brutal and relentless as he began pounding him into the wall. Dresden couldn't think straight, and when Aldric's hands both dug into his hips the blond braced himself against tile on pure reflex to keep from falling over. When thoughts started to become coherent again, Dresden made an attempt at swallowing before licking his lips, moving them around the word, "Al... Aldric." His hips began to push back, and while his timing was sloppy at first, he knew fell into rhythm when his whole world stopped as Aldric hit him just right. "Say it again," the other man rasped eventually, lips moving against Dresden's neck. His teeth dug into the soft flesh, and Dresden had to take a moment to process it would probably bruise an ugly black and blue. The thought alone drew out a low moan from the back of his throat. "Aldric," he finally responded, and he could feel the pace pick up. "Again," he demanded, shoving Dresden against the wall and ramming into him. Dresden released a shaky breath, "Aldric." "Again." "Aldric—" And then Dresden's thighs were trembling as he came, muscles taunt as white hot pleasure tore through his body all the way to his toes. Aldric's thrusts never ceased, and Dresden rode them out as he is nerves were alight with stimulus. Aldric's voice soon sounded in the distance, something like, "Can I...?" and Dresden managed a, "Fuck yes," before he felt the man spill inside him, filling him with liquid heat. It dripped down the inside of his thighs as Aldric pulled back, but Dresden was too blissed out to pay it any mind. He body felt spent and almost everywhere was throbbing, but the world was fuzzy and it wasn't just the alcohol in his system. He could never get enough of filthy sex in a shithole that would make anyone want to vomit. It didn't fully register that he was being guided to a stall until two strong hands were pressing his shoulders down onto a toilet. "I can't let you go looking like this, can I?" Aldric hummed, and Dresden realized this was the first time he got a good look at the guy's face. Not bad, dark brown eyes and hair a paler blond than his. A wry smirk tugged at his lips as he ran a hand through sweat soaked hair. "I dunno, I think just-fucked is a good look on me." Aldric chuckled, and his hand went to the inside of Dresden's knee. "Oh it is, but I wasn't talking about that." He lifted Dresden's leg and lowered himself onto his knees. "I was talking about this." The slick feeling of his tongue sliding over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, lapping up the cum that leaked out of him, was almost unbearable. Dresden's knuckles turned white as he gripped the sides of the toilet seat, head lolled back revealing the vast column of his throat. He was a shaking, trembling mess by the time Aldric was done, and he had neither the strength nor the will to resist when the man leaned over to give him one more love bite on the side of his neck. "I thought about giving you a rimjob too," he breathed, and Dresden shuddered. "But I want you to remember me when you wash it out later, and when you see all the marks I gave you." He began to withdraw, back straightening, until Dresden reached out and yanked him down by his shirt. Their mouths met in a messy clash of teeth, but Dresden shoved his tongue past Aldric's lips to mend it and they both separated out of breath and panting. "I come here every Friday at eleven. Ever fucked in a booth before?"

The day was like any other day. He woke up, fixed up his black hair, got himself cleaned, and got ready for work. He worked at a bar, alphas worked there, and omegas were the customers. Surprisingly enough, no one had seemed to notice that he was not an alpha. And he was glad that he was perfectly fine working in the place. The most upsetting thing that had happened, was that his heat had just recently started. And he was completely distraught on that topic. He just got on his shirt, pants, and exited his home. He ducked his head down and quickly made his way to the car. Not wanting to attract any alphas, or even betas. He climbed into his car, and drove off to his work. Sitting in the passenger seat for a moment, he groaned. Stepping inside, he heard his boss speak. "There's a new alpha working at our bar. Vincent, I woke like you to help him around," he heard his boss say. And the omega muttered a curse under his breath. Why did he have to look after the newbie? He just sighed and nodded. "Yes sir," he said lightly. He hoped that he would blend in with the other scents of the omega. And not be picked out by the alphas. He moved over to see the alpha. "Hello there, my name is Vincent," he said lightly. Holding out his hand for the other to shake. He hoped that looking out for the new alpha would be easy. Especially since he himself was in hest, and he knew it was going to be pretty complicated to try and go on through the bar without being noticed. At least the heat of a few omegas was helping cover up his own scent. "We have one rule at this place. Don't touch the customers. Yeah, they are omegas, and a few are probably in heat, but don't touch them," he said. A perky ear twitching as he shifted on his feet. He hated how his silver, white fur was prickling in and bothering him. He just had to make it through the day.

"I don't know what to say, this is my first yaoi story and I guess the plot speeds. but I hope you guys like it " Summary : Is the initial part of the story about Kaito as the main character. Atsumu Kaito, a popular man in the eyes of women and has a carefree and easy mingling were actually kept a secret which he always hide. However it was uncovered when Ryoma, students find most mysterious figure himself. The figure of demon with sharp nails, Devil ears and revealing the aura of hunger. What will happen now? Status: In progress --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Summary: Bonds is a heart warming story about two teenage boys Miru, and Kouta, who have lived together for years due to their mothers joining forces after both husbands left them. The story follows them through a journey of hardship, testing just how strong their ‘bond’ really is. Status: In Progress Warnings: Adulthood incoming (Possibly yaoi scenes, haven't decided yet) Chapters: [1] Feedback is Welcomed Chapter 1 Miru swung his legs backwards and forwards under the park bench. His big, bright, ice blue eyes focused on watching them appear, then disappear again, and again. The short, blonde and slightly curly haired boy took in a deep breath through the scarf that was wrapped around his neck. He raised his right, mittened hand, pulling the scarf down slightly. When he exhaled, his breath was visible in the air. “It’s okay. Onii-chan will be here soon..” He thought. A worried expression adorned on the young, 14 year olds face. A shiver took over his small frame making him snuggle down in his jacket and rub his hands together to get warm. The cold winter’s day was starting to get to Miru’s mood. He didn’t quite like winter. Not only did he have to wear multiple layers of clothes, and a giant jacket, which, by the way made him look fat in his opinion. He also had to wear mittens, a woolly hat, and boots. Miru disliked the boots the most. They were big, and heavy. They always made him slip over while walking on any path. But that is to say, that even though Miru didn’t like winter, he didn’t hate it either. Winter still had it’s upsides. Like warm fires with marshmallows, or even hot coco for example. The thought of hot coco made Miru smile, his cheeks flushing slightly. Oh how he would enjoy a nice cup of hot coco right now. The vision of sitting in some place warm, with a giant steaming cup of hot coco in his hands filling his mind. He gritted his teeth, the cold breeze pulling him back to reality. Miru still liked winter, just a little. He never hated anything. Hate was something that Miru just didn’t really comprehend. He thought there was always something good in everything and everyone. The worried expression returned to his features, and he bit down on his bottom lip when he saw a snow flake fall right down in front of his face. When the sound of a motorbike approached, Miru’s head snapped in the very direction. He watched as it pulled up beside the park bench, on the walk way. “Onii-chan!” Miru said excitedly, jumping from his seat and almost slipping over. “Why are you out here? Why didn’t you wait inside the school?” Miru’s ‘Onii-chan’ questioned. He was a tall, older looking boy. A half smiled played on his features. “Well?” He questioned further, crossing his arms over his chest and pressing them against his leather jacket. “I wanted to wait out here.” Miru said happily, carefully walking over to the bike. “Can we get hot coco?” “Hot coco, huh?” The older boy pondered, an expression of slight interest on his face. “What’s that again?” He teased. “Kouta!” Miru whined, huffing in annoyance. His brows furrowed, his expression more of a pout than a frown. The older boy, Kouta, was tall with black styled hair. His hair was longer than Miru’s, and sat between his chin and shoulders. It was often styled in some weird way that made others look, and made Miru question the possibility of the styles existence. Miru never understood how Kouta was able to make his hair sit in such ways. Kouta wore a few accessories. Four piercings split between his ears. One on each lobe, and two on the top cartilage of his left ear. His fingers adorned a few rings, and his nails were painted black. Except for the chained necklace that hung from his neck with a matching bracelet, his last accessory was the chain that hung from his black jeans, connecting his wallet to his belt. “Alright.” Kouta said, putting a hand forward and petting Miru. “You must be cold, lets go.” Miru smiled excitedly, the thoughts of hot coco filling his head once more. He went to the back of the bike and unwrapped the helmet from the cargo net that was attached. “Onii-chan, how come you never wear a helmet? What if you get hurt?” Miru asked, looking down at the helmet in his hands. Kouta smiled, and indicated for Miru to get on the back. “Impossible. I can’t do that.” “Whys that?” Miru placed the helmet on his head, on top of the woolly hat and clipped it on. He climb onto the back of the motorbike, a confused expression on his features as he faced towards Kouta’s back. Kouta looked over his shoulder at Miru, a smirk forming on his lips. “Because if I got hurt, it would make you sad.” He faced forwards, now smiling. He started the bike when he felt Miru’s arms wrap around his waist tightly. … Miru’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he watched the waiter place the hot chocolate, and small bowl full of tiny pink and white marshmallows in front of him. He reached out, picking up a few and placing them inside his mug. Kouta watched curiously, taking in the aroma of his coffee. Miru had placed even more marshmallows inside his hot chocolate. Then more, and then some more, leaving the little bowl almost empty. “Don’t you have enough marshmallows already?” Kouta questioned, looking from the hot chocolate with a mountain of marshmallows, to Miru who was now stuffing the small marshmallows in his mouth. Miru started to speak, but all that he could be heard was mumbles and noises that no one could make out. It made Kouta smile. He chewed up the marshmallows and swallowed quickly. “There’s no such thing as enough marshmallows! Too many?! Impossible!” He exclaimed, this time using his hands for emphasis. “Alright then.” Kouta sighed happily. He reached out, pushing the little marshmallow bowl closer to Miru. “Eat them all up.” Miru nodded and smiled like a hungry kitten, straight away digging into what was left of the marshmallows. It wasn’t long before he was done, and his eyes focused on Kouta. “Aren’t going to drink your hot chocolate? Or did you just want it for the marshmallows?” Kouta questioned, raising a brow and watching the curious expression form on Miru’s features. “It’s too hot.” Miru stated simply, his eyes now watching Kouta’s mug closely. “Can I taste yours?” “Mine? I don’t think you’ll like mine.” Kouta replied, but nonetheless offered his mug to Miru. Miru took the mug with both hands. He sniffed it and crinkled his nose. He pulled the cup to his lips and tipped it up slightly, allowing the coffee to pour into his mouth. Straight away, Kouta let out a loud laugh upon seeing the expression of disgust on Miru’s face, followed by the frown as he tried to shove the mug back into Kouta’s hands. “I told you.” Kouta said, taking the mug from Miru and placing it down in front of him. “I think you should just stick to hot chocolate.” He teased. “That stuff is gross!” Miru still had a frown on his face. “Why does everyone drink that? You drink it, my teachers drink it, even our Moms drink it! Why?” Miru pulled a face of disgust once again, picking up his hot chocolate and taking a sip. He gladly took a mouthful, and chewed on the marshmallows that slipped into his mouth. “Well, for a few different reasons. I don’t think it tastes that bad, there are many different types, and it helps keep you awake.” Kouta replied to Miru’s questions. “So? Other things keep you awake too! Like apples! Apples are quite effective at keeping you awake.” Miru let out a sigh, sitting his mug down. “I read it today in class.” He smiled softly. “You like reading, huh?” Kouta looked over to Miru, watching him smile and nod. “Maybe we should go to the library tomorrow and get you a card?” Miru’s face lit up with excitement. “Really? You mean it?! I wanted to in our last town, but Mom said no.” His face turned slightly sad. “But how can we get one without my Mom?” Kouta reached over to rub the top of Miru’s head, running his fingers through the soft blonde hair. “I’ll get it in my name. Just make sure to return them so there are no fees. Okay?” Miru nodded happily. He was starting to enjoy their new life in the city. Before they had lived in smaller towns. But now, they finally lived in the city. It meant moving a long way, and starting at a new school. But Miru didn’t mind, as long as Kouta came too. … The next day, after their trip to the library, Miru was happily reading one of his borrowed books in their small living room. He laid on his stomach, his head propped up by his hands and his legs swinging behind him joyfully. The TV on in the background, even though he wasn’t watching it. Miru hummed a tune as he turned the pages in the book. What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon, in Miru’s opinion. Reading and absorbing knowledge. He had borrowed three books from the library. One on food; since he loved to eat. One on history; for school. And one on exotic birds; Because they were pretty, which was the one he was reading now. Kouta’s mother, Chiyo came home early. Her chin length hair in a mess and bags in her arms. She placed them on the ground and sighed, closing the door behind her. Chiyo’s eyes flicked over to Miru. First the sight of no one watching the TV caught her attention, then the sight of the books beside Miru and the one sitting in front of him. She walked over, picking up the remote and turning off the TV. She threw it onto the couch, now standing over Miru. “Where did you get these?” She asked rudely, folding her arms over her chest and watching Miru look up at her, confused. “I got them from the library.” Miru replied innocently. He sat up, crossing his legs and picking up the book. He held the book in front of him, his eyes watching Chiyo. “Liar!” She shouted, snatching the book from Miru’s hands. “Your Mother has been working non-stop, and you couldn’t have gotten them on your own!” Miru ducked in fear, his hands now resting in his lap. He looked down, watching Chiyo’s feet. “It’s the truth.. Kouta got them for me..” He said softly, his body tense. “Stop talking back!” Chiyo began to shout again, throwing the book on top of the other ones. She reached out, grabbing Miru forcefully by the shirt and making him stand. “Come with me!” She said sternly. Kouta stepped into the scene, a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his body. He grabbed a hold of his mother’s wrist, squeezing to make her let go of Miru.. “What do you think you’re doing?” Kouta snapped, his eyes focused on Chiyo. He stepped in front of Miru protectively. “This has nothing to do with you. Step out of the way!” Chiyo glared at Kouta, fury in her eyes. “Why don’t you just tell me what he did wrong, huh?” Kouta questioned, crossing his arms over his dripping wet body. “The little runt dares to lie and talk back to me! That’s what!” Chiyo started. “Not to mention he leaves the TV on when he doesn’t even watch it! We have to pay for that!” Kouta scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “Miru doesn’t lie. I got the library card for him so that he could borrow books.” “You aren’t responsible enough for that! You’ll both just incur fees!” “Oh shut up!” Kouta snapped. “If he has the TV on, ask him not to if he’s not watching. He’s a good kid. Besides, he’s not YOUR kid! So you don’t have a right to punish him. Go get your nails done or something.” Fury started to spread from Chiyo’s eyes, now engulfing her entire face. “Nails are important! Without a good appearance you can’t get a job!” Kouta rolled eyes. “Shut up you miserable bitch.” He stated harshly, only to be met with a slap across his face. His head turned left, in the opposite direction it was hit. His wet hair was sticking to his face, and his right cheek started to go red. He watched as his Mother stormed out of the small apartment, everything now calming and the sounds of Miru sobbing now hitting his ears. … Inside their bedroom, Miru sat on his bed, still sobbing. He was watching Kouta dry off and get changed with wet, blurred vision. As soon as Kouta was dressed, he went over to Miru, using his towel to dry his eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked softly. Miru shook his head and began to sob more, his arms wrapping around Kouta and clinging tightly. “Shhh… It’s okay.. She didn’t hurt you did she?” Kouta questioned, rocking Miru backwards and forwards slightly. Miru shook his head again, his sobs softening slightly. He reached out, caressing the red mark that was left on Kouta’s right cheek. “I.. I got.. you.. in trouble..” He stuttered out, almost taking a breath at each word. Kouta smiled. “I’m fine. She was out of line. She shouldn’t take her stress out on you. You haven’t done anything wrong.” Miru shook his head. “But I made you fight.. and call her a bad name..” He continued to touch the cheek gently, now fairly calm and no longer sobbing. “It’s better if she’s angry at me than you. She shouldn’t attack you any more. She knows yelling at you was the wrong thing to do.” “But now she’s mad at you..” Miru snuggled against Kouta, letting out a big, deep sigh. “I said it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” Kouta raised a hand and sat it on top of Miru’s head, beginning to stroke his hair softly. … Come Monday, things had settled down at home. It was a brand new week, and Miru’s second day at school. It was about lunch time, and Miru was sitting at his desk with his bento in front of him. He let out a sigh, and started to untie the cloth that was wrapped around it. Other students could be heard whispering and gossiping out in the hallway. It was getting closer and closer towards his classroom, until it filled the very room. Miru looked up as a small carton of strawberry milk was placed in front of him. His face lit up at the sight of Kouta. “Onii-chan~!” Miru said with excitement. His eyes didn’t last on Kouta for long though. They of course trailed their way down Kouta’s arm and to the carton of milk. “Well, are you going to take it?” Kouta questioned, letting the carton go. He reached out to take the chair belonging to the desk in front of Miru’s. He pulled it back against the front of Miru’s desk, sitting down. Miru happily reached out, grabbing the milk and opening it straight away. He stabbed the straw in, and began to sip away. “You were waiting for me to show up on Friday huh?” Kouta said, letting out a happy sigh at the sight of Miru drinking the milk. Miru nodded, still drinking from the carton of milk. He pulled it from his mouth and sat it down in front of him. He opened his bento and extended a spare pair of chopsticks to Kouta. “I’m fine. You eat.” Kouta said, placing a sandwich on the desk in front of him. He was ignoring the people that had crowded the classroom. He hated dealing with them, which is why he didn’t come to school in the first place. Miru pouted a little but nodded. He began to eat happily. The two of them spoke while they ate, ignoring all politeness rules. When Kouta was done eating he stood. He reached out and placed a hand on Miru’s head, ruffling his hair. “I’m going back to work.” He stood, returning the chair to where it was. A sad expression spread over Miru’s features. “Okay..” He said softly, still eating but now very slowly. “Don’t be like that. I’ll pick you up after school okay?” Kouta smiled, turning and leaving a now happy Miru behind. As soon as Kouta left, and was out of sight, students surrounded Miru. “Who was that?” One asked. “Where does he go to school?” Asked another. “Does he have a girlfriend?!” Asked one of the girls. The question making Miru feel a little awkward. Kouta was always popular, no matter where they went. He understood why. Kouta was tall, and strong. He was good at sports and fighting. He was smart, and.. handsome too.. The many sights of seeing Kouta naked in the past flooded into his head, his cheeks turning a bright red. He was quickly brought back to reality by the commotion of his classmates. “O-oh..” He let out. “That’s Kouta…” He started. “He doesn’t really go.. to school.. He’s meant to go here though!” He laughed nervously. “I don’t think he has a girlfriend, we just moved here.” The boys started to calm down while the girls started to get more excited. It made Miru laugh nervously again. He began to pack up his bento, placing it into his bad and standing. “I.. I have to go..” He said softly, grabbing his bag and running out of the classroom. He rushed down a few different hallways but then stopped and leaned against a wall once he was alone. “Onii-chan…” He let out a soft sigh, hugging his bag to his chest tightly.

Title: Uke or Seme? Author's Note: I am working on a Boys love/Yaoi full length novel(depends on what you want to call it ) This short story below has nothing to do with the current BL novel I am writing, they are not even in the same universe. My BL novel will be over 50,000 words and they are not even in the same genre and they are in no way connected to each other. The only reason why I am clarifying that is because I made posts on here talking about my BL novel project. Also, I have never been to Japan so this short story will not be as detailed to those who have had the luck of actually visiting or living in Japan. Sorry �� Summary: Brandon is a Japanese-American foreign exchange student studying abroad in Japan who is down on his luck, until he finds a way to make a living off of a game show he created for fun. Although there is nothing but comedy onstage, Brandon must deal with drama behind the scenes. Suddenly, Brandon finds himself playing the game of his life. Status: In Progress Warnings: violence, rape, crime, and drug abuse Chapter 1 “Two more months and we are out of this place,” Brandon said excitedly as he fell on onto his twin bed and turned on the TV. Nick who was topless rolled his eyes as he leaned back on his bed to look at a magazine. “Is that a gay magazine?” he asked in surprise as he got up and walked to the other side of the room. “So what?” Nick asked in his deep husky Japanese accent. “What the fuck dude have you seen your face?” Brandon shouted as he picked up a mirror on Nick’s dresser. “So what's wrong with my face?” Nick asked. “Nothing is wrong with your face that is the problem. You are the lost Asian Bronzed greek God, you won the fucking genetic lottery!” Branson said as he pointed at his stomach. It was true that Nick was the perfect amount of tan, the kind that was not too extreme but just right. “You know what the girls say in America? They say every time lightning strikes it means you got tan!” Brandon said. Brandon and Nick couldn't be more different from each other. Brandon looked plain and he had unkempt curly hair that covered his face that he rarely washed, and his pants were dirty most of the time from him helping his mom with the crops on their land. From an outsider perspective, people would have thought that Nick was hanging out with him out of pity. However, Brandon had a strong and confident personality, despite his weird look. Nick was the same height at Brandon six foot two to be exact, and he looked like he belonged on the cover of Calvin Klein physically. His nickname back in America was Klein Pop, because his classmates said he had a face that belonged in a kpop group and a body that belonged in a Calvin Klein underwear ad. “Look at your face Mr. Cute face with the masculine body,” he said as he waved the silver mirror in his face. “Hey be careful with that mirror, my boyfriend gave it to me,” Nick said. Brandon placed the mirror back on Nick’s dresser. “If I looked like you I would get all the girls,” Brandon sighed. “You would look good if you cut all that hair off covering your face and if you stopped dressing as if you are always hunting animals,” Nick said. Brandon sat beside Nick on his bed and sighed. Brandon’s side of the room was messy and had a cowboy hat. A Chuck Norris poster hung lopsided on the top of the bed. “Your side of the room is so neat it looks as if you plan on staying here,” Brandon said as he looked at his fancy shoes lined up around the bed. Brandon picked up a picture that was there of Nick and his boyfriend Todd. He lingered there for a couple of seconds and saw a recent picture of himself and Nick at the airport that was against his dresser mirror to the left of his boyfriend’s picture. “You are always so neat,” Brandon said as he turned around. “Whatever, one day you will let me give you a makeover,” Nick said as he picked up a comb. “If anything, I need a makeunder, my style is too unique and way of ahead of its time,” Brandon said. Nick picked up a blue spray bottle and sprayed him with it. “Hey what are you doing?” Brandon asked. “I want to cut that hair of yours now,” Nick cried as he playfully picked up the scissors from his hair box and walked towards Brandon who backed up towards his side of the room to get away from Nick. “Style must come into your life one of the see days, resistance is futile,” Nick said excitedly as he made a snapping noise with his scissors. “Oh ok Klein pop you want to play that game then?” Brandon said. “Ok, you win you can give me a makeover,” Brandon sighed. “Do you think I'm fucking stupid I know you are lying,” Nick laughed as he walked towards him. “I know I only said that as a distraction,” Brandon said. By the time Nick could speak he had already ran and picked up Nick’s magazine off his bed. “Try to cut my hair and the boys get destroyed,” Brandon said. “It's not a gay porn magazine,” Nick said as he folded his arms and attempted to advance. “Ha! Don't come any closer Klein Pop!” Brandon said. “Fine then, two can play that game,” Nick said as he picked up his smartphone. “Wait, wait, who are you calling on your phone?” Brandon asked. “Terra,” Nick said. “Wait!” Brandon said as he lifted his arm, and Nick was too quick he tried to push him down on the bed but they ended up falling on the floor instead with Nick falling on top of him. Brandon used his right hand to make the magazine go out of reach when it opened to an article with his boyfriend in it, but they both did not see it. Nick’s entire body was fully pressed to Brandon’s body now. “Hey don't call my girlfriend,” he said lightly. “I'm going to tell my sister that you are reading gay porn magazines,” he cried. “You think you are funny,” Brandon said as they wrestled on the ground. Brandon wrapped both his arms around Nick’s neck in an attempt to wrestle him away from the phone from him but instead it caused Nick to press against him more. Now Nick’s head was against Brandon’s shoulder. Brandon let out a slight moan which caused him to look at Nick in embarassment. Nick stared at while he was trying to push his hair back to cut it. That's when his phone started ringing. “Where is your phone?” Nick asked. “It's in my pocket can you get it for me?” Brandon asked. Brandon still had his arms around his neck. “Which pocket?” Nick asked as he felt up his pants while looking at him. Brandon felt Nick touch his hip. “Hey let go,” Nick said. “After you push the scissors away,” Brandon said. “ But they are on the ground.” “They are in your left hand that is by my hair, I know you are ambidextrous,” Brandon sighed. Brandon turned his head to the side as he watched Nick push the scissors under his bed. “You have so many pockets,” Nick said as Brandon felt Nick feel for the phone in his thigh area. He could feel hid heart skip a beat and even worse, he felt Nick’s heart beat fast against his left leg. “Oh here it is,” Nick said as he pulled the phone out of his left pocket. Brandon felt his arousal harden and he backed away from Nick. “Back up,” Brandon said in shock as he turned his back on him and looked down at his pants. “Do makeovers scare you that much?” Nick chuckled. “No its not that I need to go to the bathroom,” Brandon said as he ran down the hallway. “What could have caused this?” Brandon asked himself after he went into the bathroom stall. He rubbed his hand in his crotch and closed his eyes and saw Nick topless. “No what the fuck! Think tits man!” Brandon said. “It's ok Brandon you are just tired that's all. You had a test yesterday, stress can make you think of things you usually don't think of when you have a boner,” he said out loud to himself. Looking at the missed call, his eyes went wide, it was a missed call from his mom. His boner immediately went flaccid.

~Posting this as promised. Contains changes from the original story, might add a few scenes here and there, ending's going to be different too, not to mention I am now well enough to focus on grammar correction. ^^"~ SUMMARY: Ueda Hibiki, is a 20 year old, beautiful androgynous man and freeter who enjoys the life of being a hedonist. His promiscuity led him to the world of trouble, being chased by the husband of the woman he slept with. In his attempt to escape, he broke inside a car thinking it was empty. After a few minutes, a man emerged from the shadows and said, "I'll hire you as my Stalker." STATUS: On going (finished story titled - Stalker for hire) DISCLAIMER: I do not condone the act of stalking, nor intend to make light or fun with the subject. This part is necessary with the story that I wanted to convey. WARNINGS: Explicit contents, violence, abuse, non-con, gore, fetishes, stalking, crimes, CHAPTER ONE Shit! So it comes to this huh? That wench said she's single! What do I do now? I can't come home and bring trouble, it's not even my house!! Ueda Hibiki: a freeter, currently - a dead man walking. 3 hours earlier.. "Nggnn, shit ~what a slut! " Hibiki was having a one-night-stand with a woman he met on a bar earlier that evening, enjoying how wild they were. She was cute, kinda old for his taste, since he usualy go for the innocent type highschool vibe. But he was a hedonist; all the pleasure he can get, he grabs without second thought. Being freeter and obviously without any money, forced them to made the deed on the woman's house. He was fine with whatever she wanted since he was getting it for free. Hibiki does not care for someone whom he'll never see again anyways. "Ohhh, ahh! Please.. do me harder!" The woman moaned and groaned under him. What a slut indeed! Allowing anal sex on the first night! Thank goodness for condoms! He said to himself. "Yosh! Here I come..." As he was pounding his way to the big 'O' moment, the bedroom door busted open. The joint bodies suddenly stopped like they have been poured by ice water. Hibiki, looked at the man standing in front of the door, then the woman then the man again. Realizing the situation, he pulled out and stammered. "Ah! Shit! You're married?!" Shouting at the woman under him. With a coy smile she answered, "Well, I'm touched you believed my story, but hardly anyone says the truth when on hooking up right?" This bitch! "Bro, listen I'm sorry okay?! I didn't know she was... hey, Bro!? Who are they?!" Behind the man whose seething with rage and clenching his jaw, were 5 burly men, who look like they were ready to kill him, slowly inching forward.. "Aniki, what should we do with this fucker?" One guy wearing tacky clothes asked the man in front who was now cracking his knuckles. Aniki? Oh no! The yakuza? "I'm sorry honey, you never come home and...." the woman said, but it was obvious she wasn't showing any kind of remorse. "Get that man and bring him 'there'!" The man finally spoke. Being punched, kicked and dragged, Hibiki thought that this was where he'll die. The heavens haven't really forsake him, though. Eiither that or he was just a devil in disuise. Having the talent for it, he tried to seduce one of the underling who was eyeing at his bare ass and said, "Bro, if you let the cuffs on my feet lose and untie my hand, i'll let you take my ass.." Just to add another wound to the attack, he stuck out his tongue and swirled it around, licking his lips. He knew his strength very well - looking really tempting - and that instance, the man untied only his feet - the pervert needed some kind of restraint on him to make sure he can take his time and devour Hibiki slowly. All the while verbally abusing Hibiki that was doing his well holding back the tears from the pain of being yanked by the hair. "Ah, bro please be gentle it really hurts.." The tears found its way in his eye, but being raped admittedly gave the hedonist new thrills. Even for him, this was a new kind of low. After the man was satisfied, the man slowly lowered his guard around the tied-up Hibiki, going in for a kiss. "Fuck this is so good!" The man grunted. In that moment were the man was convulsing, almost ready to burst, Hibiki leaned in and kissed him, frenching his tongue. "Omph!" The man moaned just before he release. Hibiki bit the tongue of his assailant and the tangy taste and smell of blood rushed in his mouth and nose. Coughing, Hibiki almost choke. He spat a few times before grabbing a few of his clothing. "Arghh!" The man writhed in pain and rolled on the floor, trying to call for help. "Hey, that was fun but I don't intend to die here," Hibiki said casually as he tried to balance himself. As one would expect, being bound for a few hours took a toll on him. Wobbling towards his things, Hibiki tried to sort things out. Where to go? What to do? Where was his phone and who to call? "Tch," he winced. Running as fast as his numbed legs could with slight wobbling, bare feet and injured all over, Hibiki pushed open the gate and escaped without a definite direction. Stumbling a few times, he groaned and tried to get up, but he caught the sound of hurried footsteps chasing him. "Get that motherfucker!" He was instantly spotted. Adrenaline rush took over him, forgetting the fact that he was leaving trails of blood, he crawled, stood and ran like the wind. His breathe and heartbeat was the only thing he could hear. Suddenly everything was deadly silent. Minutes of chasing and they were closely gaining distance. Where is this place. So dark! He was panicking. He was running a dark road for ten minutes or so without a sign of house or life nearby. Could this be the end? He dreaded the answer. Luckily, there seemed to be a warehouse at the end of the road where he was. Thinking he could ask for help if someone see him tattered and covered with blood, he ran through the garage looking for some kind of life. "Anyone! Help me!" He pleaded, already near the limit of his strength. Although lit, the garage was seemingly lifeless. Not one soul present. He can already feel them closing in, and he was crying in desperation. He was trying to prop open the cars one by one, looking for a place to hide. He has no luck; all of them was locked. Well of course it is! Gee! He was already accepting death. The last car he haven't tried was at the far end of the garage, the part where it was not covered by light. With trembling hands he tried to open the driver seat. Kacha. He was momentarily stunned. It opened! "Search everywhere! That guy must be hiding somewhere..." he heard the voices approaching, stopping his stupor. He climbed inside and silently closed the door. He bent himself and made himself small under the seat as he could, hyper-aware about the fact that his breathing was really loud. Calm down, stupid. You'll die here! He told himself. A few seconds later, he realized that he has not locked the door, just when he was about to try to manually lock it, it made a clicking sound. Huh? It locked? The door rattled a few times, making him almost whimper. Scared to death, Hibiki actually soiled himself. Frozen in place, the door goons tried to open the passenger door as well, "..this is locked too! Shit! Check around the warehouse, maybe he is hiding in there! Go!" His pursuer said to his companion and ran. The footsteps sounded far away from him, and he was relieved. Thank goodness this car is heavily tinted like shit!! Realizing that he was safe for now, he heaved a sigh of relief, and sat at the drivers seat. Touching his chest trying to calm his heart, the car reverberates his muffled sobbing. He was; however, startled by a rustling sound behind. Shocked by it, he looked left and right, but saw no one. A clicking sound. A light behind him suddenly flickered, and he heard someone inhaling and exhaling smoke. Freezing in place, Hibiki took a peek at the rear view mirror, and saw a figure slowly emerging from the back seat, inching forward, just enough for the figure to be seen from the dim of the light outside. A man with long black hair wearing dark, sharp suit was gazing at him through the mirror. He took another drag of the smoke and exhaled. While smirking at him, the man spoke with an eerily cold voice - "Na, cornered rat.. I'll hire you as my stalker."