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Aoi caught the little boy's arms really tight with his left hand and with the other he hits his tummy.
He press Ruki against the wall still holding his arms then with his free hand he rise the boy’s T-shirt and starts rubbing gently the place that he hit several seconds ago.
"Dose it hurt?" Ruki closed his eyes in pain
Warning:Bad eng, No beta
AN: I'm alive , I came with a new fanfic that I made and I promise to make the others ending. I left some fanfic with no end. I didn't use a beta because I don't have one and I don't want to disturb people for my stories.Please Enjoy
You don't know what I feel,
the hell that I'm living in.
Like I don't care the pain you felt,
the night your dream turned into hell.
You crushed my heart,
Burned it alive,
But I won't die.
I'm still caught in this eternal pain,
but I won't cry,
Because I've lost my light,
And you'll soon find out how darkness looks like.
It was a dark night where lightning and thunder rage, dominating the sky, splitting it into half.
In a dark Gothic mansion far away from the city a young 17 years old boy was writing into his book of shadows a new dark poem based on the story of his life. Is not like someone would know or care about… well they could care, care not no get into contact with him.
Happily till now things where okay, at last that was his thinking, even if he didn’t showed interest into those Supernatural things, kids and people made stories about him, stupid bad stories because of where he lived and what he dressed.
Kids could be heartless sometimes but kids are kids and he understood that but teenagers? .High School colleagues? What excuse do they have?
The thing is that he never was accepted by someone, kids, teenagers, and old people even his parents left him without an excuse.
He was and still is a different kid, a smart boy that knows the term of Supernatural better then others could, he understand it , he practically lives in it. His like a dictionary of occult knowledge more then a demonology but sure, that didn’t helped him with something and deep in his mind he knew that it will never do something good even if this obsession won’t stop.
His a cute, short 17 years old boy with short curly brown hair covering one of his beautiful eyes hidden under the golden color lentils, surrounded by a soft black makeup.
He was dressed in his favorite clothing’s, a white T-shirt with black leather jacket, black leather pants and of course black leather shoes. He was very stylish for a boy that lives alone in a so called hunted mansion but weekly his mother sends him some amount of money without her husband permission.
They left him there at the age of 10
The real intention of the old man is just to let the boy there with no food or clothing hoping that he’ll soon die.
This kind of person can’t be called a father.
Thanks to the mother he loves deep into his heart his now a very beautiful grown up boy having everything he wished for, except one thing…
Love
His “house” is very old but he tries to take care of it the whey he could. Spider’s web all over the house and not only in the corners, a very thick sheet of dust was covering parts of the house like …. Everywhere, table, chair, kitchen, bathroom. All over the walls and floor the spider web and dust web were mixing together like a paradise for homeless creatures.
The bed was the only part of the house that was really clean.
He rise from his desk closing the black-gold book taking into his arms blowing softly into the lighted candles making after that almost blindly his way to the bed in that dark room. He sits carefully his body on the old bed scared not to break it. He place the book under his white pillow then stripping himself from the clothes exposing his white pale skin to the cold wind of the night that came from the window next to the bed covering himself just with a thin white sheet.
The next morning the phone from his night table starts ringing with a very beautiful song, actually was the new song from the album of his favorite band called Luna Sea. He was covered with the sheet so before his eyes could meet the morning light he takes his hand out trying to reach for the phone but accidentally it falls from the night table.
From the shock that the phone might be broke he gets up from the bed half asleep and reaches for it thankfully to the Gods that it was still in a good shape.
He pressed the green button without looking at the ID; actually it wasn’t really that hard to figure out who it could be, he didn’t had friends so no one could call him beside one single person who thinks that cares about him and that person was none other then his mother.
He makes a short brake before answering assuring that it really was his mother.
“Memo-san, good morning, is me so don’t be scared answering”
“Mom, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Memo, I’m not a kid you know?”
“Oh, I tend to forget sometimes but this…I remember like it was yesterday the time when you were little and instead of saying Matsumoto you said that your name is Memoto”
Her voice sounded so happy like the Christmas Eve came and she got the greatest gift only that her happiness included lots of sadness, tear drops full with sadness but still she get the courage to continue talking.
“So … why did you called me for?” asked Matsumoto with a low voice sign that he still wanted to sleep
“A mother isn’t allowed to hear her baby’s voice?”
“Oh sorry, I’ll ask again. Why do you want to hear my voice, you don’t even now or care about me”
“That’s not true”
“Really, Then do you know how the hell I look like?”
“A beautiful young boy”
“Yeah right” He said sarcastically but those words were breaking her heart
“If I didn’t cared about you I wouldn’t send you money, you could be dead in that old mansion”
He waits a couple of long minutes on the phone hearing her slow breaths like if she was breathing into his ears but after that he hangs off and throw himself back in the bed, under the sheets with the phone in his tight fist closed to his mouth.
After several minutes he decided to get out of the bed. He went to the dirty bathroom; it was a small room filled with tiles on the floor and walls, the tub, toilet and sink were full of rust.
He struggles to take a shower but fails because of the stiff valve. He tries again and again but no good then an idea went through his mind, he gets out of the bathroom and went straight to the kitchen and open the fridge from where he takes some ice cube then he takes from the dirty table next to him a tower a little cleaner then the other things from the house.
He placed the little ice cubes from their blue box on the towel and then starts blowing so the ice cubes could melt quickly.
After 10 seconds a part of the towel was wet so he started to rub his face with that wet part but he forgot that last night he had makeup on his face and forgot to take it of and right now he was a total mess.
It took him more then 10 minutes to clean his face, after that he went back to his room and tried to find some clean clothes but sadly there were non. Great, all his clothes were dirty and he forgot to clean them.
With a slow cursing that he whispered he went back to the bathroom, not to start washing his clothing, well… he thought about that, it could be a good excuse not to go to school but too pathetic.
After a quick look in the bathroom he found what he was looking for, the laundry basket and took out some clothes that smelled awful but luckily they weren’t stained.
He went back to his room and placed the clothes on the bed then he takes a men's fragrance from his desk and starts to make his clothes smell a little better. It was a black T-Shirt with a white write on it “Death Is My Bitch “ , a pair of black jeans with lost of accessory on ,starting at right pocket and hooking on the left leg. And last but not least his black skull boxer who already where on him.
After dressing up he needed to look pretty. His hair was in a total mess and he couldn’t survive without a little makeup, okay maybe a little too much makeup but who cares? Cause both makes him look cute.
He goes to the large, dusty mirror hanging on the wall and stars brushing his beautiful curl hair. After that he takes from his desk a makeup kit, actually he just takes from it a black eye pencil, a white foundation and a red lipstick and the beauty was done.
Before taking his bag and leaving the house he looks one more time to his clock, it was 9:45 now he was officially late to school. It wasn’t like the end of the world will come if he’ll be late to school again and it wasn’t like the heaven’s gate will open to him if he’ll be on time which it never happened.
Finally, he gets out of the house and went to School. He had no car but and didn’t want to spend money just to go with the buss, no… he endured the long walking more like enjoying.
The streets were beautiful, clean even after a full night of rain.
After 20 minutes of walking he finally arrived to school. The clock was 10:05 so the school gates were closed. The only whey to enter was to wait till classes were over and he couldn’t wait that long. He takes his bad in his right hand and thou it on the other side, now was his turn to get on the other side of the gigantic gate with sharp iron bars.
With both hands held on to the iron bars and with his feet between them. He started climbing and singing my fair lady. His beautiful voice sounded so sweet like candy’s but strong and playfully at the same time.
London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down, My Fair Lady.
Build it up from iron bars, iron bars iron bars.
Build it up from iron bars, My Fail Lady.
Iron bars will bend and brake, bend and brake, bend and brake.
Iron bars will bend and brake, My Fair Lady.
He stopped singing the moment he hit the School ground.
He crossed the school yard and went straight to the two big doors that could get him into that big institution. Sadly the doors were closed.
As he expected…
Something like that happens’ everyday. The only door that’s always open was the emergency one.
Finally inside the building, the halls were empty and silent, everyone were in their class.
At last that’s what he thought.
While he was standing next to a locker, a tall raven hair guy came right next to him, not wanting to scare him… well; he wanted that too but more then that, he wanted to squish that little creature in his arms and not in a good way to do it, not. In a way that only his evil perverted mind could think of.
That guy was none other then Shiroyama Yuu A.K.A Aoi.
Aoi was a tall, long black hair boy; he was one of those popular school kids, always dressed in black and with a bad ass attitude.
He doesn’t have a crush on Ruki or something like that; no … his diabolic mind wanted just his body. Just like a game where the cat runs after the mouse and at the end, is the cat is lucky then he’ll get the mouse.
But Ruki was a very fast and furious mouse; he never got sucked in one of Aoi’s traps and that gave him a bad reputation.
Aoi was a very jealous person, specially when he couldn’t have what he wants, the person he wants so in this case he dose everything he can to destroy that persons life.
“Hey there kitty” said Aoi squeezing the little creature in his arms till it almost went out of air. Ruki was fighting back to get out of the others grip.
“Let go of me you freak”
“I will if you finally agree to do all I want” Said Aoi with a big evil smile on his face. And Ruki knew what he was referring to.
“Why the hell will I do that for” Ruki said finally getting free from the others suffocating grip.
He didn’t wanted to waist another minute there so he runs in the only place that he knew it could be safe, the bathroom.
He closes the door but couldn’t lock it so Aoi entered the bathroom after the little kitty. Ruki was trying to hide in a corner but couldn’t. Aoi was getting closer to him, increasingly closer so the little one couldn’t escape.
“We have 30 minutes till the bell will ring but I don’t think that someone will dare to disturb us” Now he was really scared.
Aoi caught his arms really tight with his left hand and with the other he hits the little guy’s tummy.
He press Ruki against the wall still holding his arms then with his free hand he rise the boy’s T-shirt and starts rubbing gently the place that he hit several seconds ago.
“Dose it hurt?” Ruki closed his eyes in pain. That place was still going to hurt al last for 15 minutes. “Sorry but you made me do it”
Now it was Ruki’s turn and in that moment he makes a move, a bad one. He hits Aoi’s balls with his leg but that didn’t do anything good, more then that a very mad Aoi hits his face and stomach
He press Ruki against the wall still holding his arms then with his free hand he rise the boy’s T-shirt and starts rubbing gently the place that he hit several seconds ago.
"Dose it hurt?" Ruki closed his eyes in pain
Warning:Bad eng, No beta
AN: I'm alive , I came with a new fanfic that I made and I promise to make the others ending. I left some fanfic with no end. I didn't use a beta because I don't have one and I don't want to disturb people for my stories.Please Enjoy
You don't know what I feel,
the hell that I'm living in.
Like I don't care the pain you felt,
the night your dream turned into hell.
You crushed my heart,
Burned it alive,
But I won't die.
I'm still caught in this eternal pain,
but I won't cry,
Because I've lost my light,
And you'll soon find out how darkness looks like.
It was a dark night where lightning and thunder rage, dominating the sky, splitting it into half.
In a dark Gothic mansion far away from the city a young 17 years old boy was writing into his book of shadows a new dark poem based on the story of his life. Is not like someone would know or care about… well they could care, care not no get into contact with him.
Happily till now things where okay, at last that was his thinking, even if he didn’t showed interest into those Supernatural things, kids and people made stories about him, stupid bad stories because of where he lived and what he dressed.
Kids could be heartless sometimes but kids are kids and he understood that but teenagers? .High School colleagues? What excuse do they have?
The thing is that he never was accepted by someone, kids, teenagers, and old people even his parents left him without an excuse.
He was and still is a different kid, a smart boy that knows the term of Supernatural better then others could, he understand it , he practically lives in it. His like a dictionary of occult knowledge more then a demonology but sure, that didn’t helped him with something and deep in his mind he knew that it will never do something good even if this obsession won’t stop.
His a cute, short 17 years old boy with short curly brown hair covering one of his beautiful eyes hidden under the golden color lentils, surrounded by a soft black makeup.
He was dressed in his favorite clothing’s, a white T-shirt with black leather jacket, black leather pants and of course black leather shoes. He was very stylish for a boy that lives alone in a so called hunted mansion but weekly his mother sends him some amount of money without her husband permission.
They left him there at the age of 10
The real intention of the old man is just to let the boy there with no food or clothing hoping that he’ll soon die.
This kind of person can’t be called a father.
Thanks to the mother he loves deep into his heart his now a very beautiful grown up boy having everything he wished for, except one thing…
Love
His “house” is very old but he tries to take care of it the whey he could. Spider’s web all over the house and not only in the corners, a very thick sheet of dust was covering parts of the house like …. Everywhere, table, chair, kitchen, bathroom. All over the walls and floor the spider web and dust web were mixing together like a paradise for homeless creatures.
The bed was the only part of the house that was really clean.
He rise from his desk closing the black-gold book taking into his arms blowing softly into the lighted candles making after that almost blindly his way to the bed in that dark room. He sits carefully his body on the old bed scared not to break it. He place the book under his white pillow then stripping himself from the clothes exposing his white pale skin to the cold wind of the night that came from the window next to the bed covering himself just with a thin white sheet.
The next morning the phone from his night table starts ringing with a very beautiful song, actually was the new song from the album of his favorite band called Luna Sea. He was covered with the sheet so before his eyes could meet the morning light he takes his hand out trying to reach for the phone but accidentally it falls from the night table.
From the shock that the phone might be broke he gets up from the bed half asleep and reaches for it thankfully to the Gods that it was still in a good shape.
He pressed the green button without looking at the ID; actually it wasn’t really that hard to figure out who it could be, he didn’t had friends so no one could call him beside one single person who thinks that cares about him and that person was none other then his mother.
He makes a short brake before answering assuring that it really was his mother.
“Memo-san, good morning, is me so don’t be scared answering”
“Mom, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Memo, I’m not a kid you know?”
“Oh, I tend to forget sometimes but this…I remember like it was yesterday the time when you were little and instead of saying Matsumoto you said that your name is Memoto”
Her voice sounded so happy like the Christmas Eve came and she got the greatest gift only that her happiness included lots of sadness, tear drops full with sadness but still she get the courage to continue talking.
“So … why did you called me for?” asked Matsumoto with a low voice sign that he still wanted to sleep
“A mother isn’t allowed to hear her baby’s voice?”
“Oh sorry, I’ll ask again. Why do you want to hear my voice, you don’t even now or care about me”
“That’s not true”
“Really, Then do you know how the hell I look like?”
“A beautiful young boy”
“Yeah right” He said sarcastically but those words were breaking her heart
“If I didn’t cared about you I wouldn’t send you money, you could be dead in that old mansion”
He waits a couple of long minutes on the phone hearing her slow breaths like if she was breathing into his ears but after that he hangs off and throw himself back in the bed, under the sheets with the phone in his tight fist closed to his mouth.
After several minutes he decided to get out of the bed. He went to the dirty bathroom; it was a small room filled with tiles on the floor and walls, the tub, toilet and sink were full of rust.
He struggles to take a shower but fails because of the stiff valve. He tries again and again but no good then an idea went through his mind, he gets out of the bathroom and went straight to the kitchen and open the fridge from where he takes some ice cube then he takes from the dirty table next to him a tower a little cleaner then the other things from the house.
He placed the little ice cubes from their blue box on the towel and then starts blowing so the ice cubes could melt quickly.
After 10 seconds a part of the towel was wet so he started to rub his face with that wet part but he forgot that last night he had makeup on his face and forgot to take it of and right now he was a total mess.
It took him more then 10 minutes to clean his face, after that he went back to his room and tried to find some clean clothes but sadly there were non. Great, all his clothes were dirty and he forgot to clean them.
With a slow cursing that he whispered he went back to the bathroom, not to start washing his clothing, well… he thought about that, it could be a good excuse not to go to school but too pathetic.
After a quick look in the bathroom he found what he was looking for, the laundry basket and took out some clothes that smelled awful but luckily they weren’t stained.
He went back to his room and placed the clothes on the bed then he takes a men's fragrance from his desk and starts to make his clothes smell a little better. It was a black T-Shirt with a white write on it “Death Is My Bitch “ , a pair of black jeans with lost of accessory on ,starting at right pocket and hooking on the left leg. And last but not least his black skull boxer who already where on him.
After dressing up he needed to look pretty. His hair was in a total mess and he couldn’t survive without a little makeup, okay maybe a little too much makeup but who cares? Cause both makes him look cute.
He goes to the large, dusty mirror hanging on the wall and stars brushing his beautiful curl hair. After that he takes from his desk a makeup kit, actually he just takes from it a black eye pencil, a white foundation and a red lipstick and the beauty was done.
Before taking his bag and leaving the house he looks one more time to his clock, it was 9:45 now he was officially late to school. It wasn’t like the end of the world will come if he’ll be late to school again and it wasn’t like the heaven’s gate will open to him if he’ll be on time which it never happened.
Finally, he gets out of the house and went to School. He had no car but and didn’t want to spend money just to go with the buss, no… he endured the long walking more like enjoying.
The streets were beautiful, clean even after a full night of rain.
After 20 minutes of walking he finally arrived to school. The clock was 10:05 so the school gates were closed. The only whey to enter was to wait till classes were over and he couldn’t wait that long. He takes his bad in his right hand and thou it on the other side, now was his turn to get on the other side of the gigantic gate with sharp iron bars.
With both hands held on to the iron bars and with his feet between them. He started climbing and singing my fair lady. His beautiful voice sounded so sweet like candy’s but strong and playfully at the same time.
London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down, My Fair Lady.
Build it up from iron bars, iron bars iron bars.
Build it up from iron bars, My Fail Lady.
Iron bars will bend and brake, bend and brake, bend and brake.
Iron bars will bend and brake, My Fair Lady.
He stopped singing the moment he hit the School ground.
He crossed the school yard and went straight to the two big doors that could get him into that big institution. Sadly the doors were closed.
As he expected…
Something like that happens’ everyday. The only door that’s always open was the emergency one.
Finally inside the building, the halls were empty and silent, everyone were in their class.
At last that’s what he thought.
While he was standing next to a locker, a tall raven hair guy came right next to him, not wanting to scare him… well; he wanted that too but more then that, he wanted to squish that little creature in his arms and not in a good way to do it, not. In a way that only his evil perverted mind could think of.
That guy was none other then Shiroyama Yuu A.K.A Aoi.
Aoi was a tall, long black hair boy; he was one of those popular school kids, always dressed in black and with a bad ass attitude.
He doesn’t have a crush on Ruki or something like that; no … his diabolic mind wanted just his body. Just like a game where the cat runs after the mouse and at the end, is the cat is lucky then he’ll get the mouse.
But Ruki was a very fast and furious mouse; he never got sucked in one of Aoi’s traps and that gave him a bad reputation.
Aoi was a very jealous person, specially when he couldn’t have what he wants, the person he wants so in this case he dose everything he can to destroy that persons life.
“Hey there kitty” said Aoi squeezing the little creature in his arms till it almost went out of air. Ruki was fighting back to get out of the others grip.
“Let go of me you freak”
“I will if you finally agree to do all I want” Said Aoi with a big evil smile on his face. And Ruki knew what he was referring to.
“Why the hell will I do that for” Ruki said finally getting free from the others suffocating grip.
He didn’t wanted to waist another minute there so he runs in the only place that he knew it could be safe, the bathroom.
He closes the door but couldn’t lock it so Aoi entered the bathroom after the little kitty. Ruki was trying to hide in a corner but couldn’t. Aoi was getting closer to him, increasingly closer so the little one couldn’t escape.
“We have 30 minutes till the bell will ring but I don’t think that someone will dare to disturb us” Now he was really scared.
Aoi caught his arms really tight with his left hand and with the other he hits the little guy’s tummy.
He press Ruki against the wall still holding his arms then with his free hand he rise the boy’s T-shirt and starts rubbing gently the place that he hit several seconds ago.
“Dose it hurt?” Ruki closed his eyes in pain. That place was still going to hurt al last for 15 minutes. “Sorry but you made me do it”
Now it was Ruki’s turn and in that moment he makes a move, a bad one. He hits Aoi’s balls with his leg but that didn’t do anything good, more then that a very mad Aoi hits his face and stomach