Child Zombies - cute petite blond [ONE SHOT] - part 2 of 4

[luna_no_koibito]

Title: Child Zombies - cute petite blond - (part 2 of 4)

Chapter: One-Shot
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Angst, Romance, Gore, Action, AU.
Warnings: abuse, violence, language, sexual situation
Rating: NC-17

Main Characters: Hiroto (Alice Nine); Ruki (the GazettE); Jin (Screw).

Secondary Characters: Ryosuke (Lolita23q); Saga (Alice Nine); Rui (Screw); Uruha (the GazettE); Hyde (l'arc en ciel).

Pairings: Hiroto/Saga; Ruki/ Aoi; Ruki/Uruha; Jin/Rui.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！

Beta: pooobaihr THANK YOU SO MUCH m(_ _ )m.
Summary: When life gives you lemons, lemonade is one thing you could do. When it gives you smarts, there isn't a limit to the things you can do. So what happens when it gives you "shit"? Ruki, Hiroto, and Jin decided to find a use for "that" as well. (Hiroto main POV).

Comment: HAPPY YAOI DAY TO EVERYONE! This is my gift to all of you, whom are not scared of a little boy on boy action (^_−)☆. This is not a light read, in many ways, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless. Much Love.

Child Zombies

-cute petite blonde-


FIRST PART

“I know it seems like quite the desolated place from the outside ...” stated Jin, as the four of them walked into the house “... but as you can see it is relatively homey, considering we are not going to stay here for long, in fact, we never get to stay anywhere for long ...this is a first” serenely explained the long haired blond “... so please make yourself at home, since it will be for the next day anyways ...” added Jin with a reassuring laughter.

“M-my father is not going to like this at all ... he is dangerous ... h-he will hurt you all, he ...” then paused Ryosuke, as he hesitantly walked into the living room “... he could kill you all, I am sure he will” he sorrowfully stated, as Jin patted the empty spot next to himself on the couch.

“The only person, whom is going to die, unless you have a reason to stop me, is your father” plainly stated Ruki, as Ryosuke shockingly shifted his gaze from Ruki, to an awkwardly grinning Jin “... now you all keep silent for a second, I need to affirm that he knows he is here” stated Ruki, as Ryosuke's eyes horrifyingly widened

“It is okay …” reassured Hiroto, as he sat right by him “it is all according to plan … just don't worry about anything, leave everything to us” smiled the bleach blond, as Ruki finally began the call.

“Moshi moshi Ichiki-san, yes, Matsumoto on the line, yes, everything went smoothly, he only put up just a little fight, as expected, but, he is here right now, yes ...” confidently reported Ruki, as he spoke with Ryosuke's father “... we expect him to be working quite a lot tonight, if you know what I mean, but do not worry. Though you might be happy to know that since as you said, he is quite the impressive catch, we decided to send you one of our boys free of charge, only for tonight.” explained Ruki, pausing to hear whatever else the man seemed to be excitedly yapping about “... I can see you are excited, well you have all the reason to be, the boy's name is Ruki, and he is amazing. Well then, he will be there around 11, yes, free of charge” firmly repeated Ruki “alright then, we shall speak again tomorrow, yes, the money will be sent with Ruki, good night, enjoy” concluded Ruki, after which he disgustedly flapped his cell phone closed.

“Are … you … going to kill him? ...” suddenly professed Ryosuke, staring at his own hands as if in a daze, while Jin and Hiroto, whom were still sitting by his side silently gave each other a look of concern.

“Yes, me, not you, so don't even go trying to guilt trip yourself, particularly not over a bastard whom obviously had no good clue what being a father is, and as such has no right to be called as much ...” coldly stated Ruki “it is my policy to kill such individuals anyways. We don't do it on the spot, because of safety reasons do to consequences, and also because of my selfish needs. All those fuckers need to suffer in the proper way, before leaving this world” explained Ruki “So there is really nothing you could do about it. The man is already dead as far as I know. Before, when I said that you could have given me a reason not to, simply meant I was going to shoot him in a place where, if he was to be found in time, he still could have been saved, but if not he would eventually still die” resolutely explained Ruki, while bringing out Reita and Kai to carefully inspect them “... what you need to do now, is gather yourself, make sure to understand that that isn't what a father is supposed to be, thus unfortunately, like many orphaned children, you were born without one ...” earnestly explained the dirty blond “... you can decide to forgive him if you want, that is not up to me, but do not forget ...” he then firmly stated “... so that you will not repeat the same, or allow others to do as well. Be strong. You've come this far, all that is left for you is to go further” Ruki then concluded attempting a grin, while placing Reita and Kai back in their holders, as he exited most likely for a smoke.

“He is not as good with people, as he is with his guns but … yeah ...” apologetically smiled Jin, as Hiroto simply snickered.

“No ... on the contrary ...” replied Ryosuke “... what he said made sense, all of it … I just ...” he then paused, forcefully rubbing his hands against each other “... it is hard, to even think, I am still so scared … what if he fails … what if he gets me, I-” he nervously began on a verbal rampage, desperately looking at Jin, whom however placed his index finger on his lips to kindly quiet him down.

“Ruki and failing, do not go in the same sentence I can assure you … and from what they have told me, your father is probably not even a match for me, who can't even hold a gun …” stated Jin with a smile, while omitting the fact that he could perfectly capoeira anyone's ass out of the way if needed to “... you see, I am mainly the brain amongst the three of us ...” he winked “... so don't even think about it, trust me, and Hiroto will be there as well!” he tenderly brushed off, making it sound like it was going to be a piece of cake, which, it really was “The three of us, we come from shit that is nastier than shit itself, like the deep yakuza, bang-bang-you-are-dead-before-you-know-it, deep shit … so … your dad is not going to cause any problem … only ...” he then stopped, seemingly pondering on how to say the next sentence “... Ruki might want to have a little … fun … with him? But ...” he then quickly added getting to his feet “... I better go make us something to eat, I'll be back” he announced, making his way out of the living-room.

“I ...” began the brunette, once alone with Hiroto “... I never thought, I'd truly see this day, at least until my father died, though ... there were days I truly thought I was going to die much earlier … I wanted to have died much earlier” ended up admitting the taller, as tears freely streamed down his cheeks, while Hiroto did his best to sooth his pain with a hug.

“I know how you feel, maybe not as much as Ruki … he had an experience which believe it or not, was much worse than any of mine, Jin, or even your put together ...” sadly expressed Hiroto “ … so I can tell you, that if you don't lose hope, and you keep struggling, because it is still going to be a bit hard for a while, you will be fine” reassured the blond, as they parted.

“Do you guys have to leave? ...” then shyly inquired Ryosuke “... may I join you?” he then inquired in an even shyer manner “... I can learn how to fight, I'll be useful” confidently stated Ryosuke, as Hiroto tenderly smiled at him, while cleaning away his tears.

“Ours ...” tenderly began Hiroto “... is not the type of life anybody should have Ryosuke. We, at least me and Ruki, have killed, a lot, so if we were to be caught by authorities, we'd have a one way ticket to the death row, no matter how just our reasons might have been. But … it is the way we chose, because nobody was doing anything to stop this shit, we took things in our hands, with our immature minds, and sometimes did quite some crazy shit. However...” quickly pushed Hiroto, stopping Ryosuke from trying to interrupt him “... after Jin, we decided we absolutely were not going to allow anybody else join this charade, which hopefully will soon come to an end with the clue that Jin found. So I appreciate your thought, but no.” kindly rejected Hiroto “... like everyone else, you should finish school, find a job, and what not, keep learning how to play the bass … become a musician! Whatever … but do not follow in our steps, believe me, two was a party, three is a fucking nuisance ma~n” he then explained in a feign distressed voice when implicitly referring to Jin.

“I heard you!” yelled Jin from the kitchen in pretense anger.

“Alright ...” resignedly smiled Ryosuke “... I understand” he added.

“Good!” serenely replied Hiroto, ruffling the brunette short hair “... I have to quickly go somewhere now before tonight, so I'll have to leave you with Ruki and Jin, you'll be alright? I mean, Ruki is just a big baby, and Jin is annoying but I think you can handle them ...” lightly laughed Hiroto, making Ryosuke chuckle as well.

“I still can hear you Hiroto! And he'll be fine … ne Ryo-chan?” confidently inquired Jin from the other side of the kitchen.

“Un!” firmly replied and nodded Ryosuke “... I can cook, can I come and help?” he then loudly expressed, in a manner which still sounded quite gentle to Hiroto, which made it clear that Ryosuke had probably never been even allowed to raise his voice even once.

“Aw what a darling, you don't have to!” sweetly replied Jin.

“I insist ...” serenely replied Ryosuke, after which he smiled and bowed at Hiroto, as he got up to join the long haired blond in the kitchen.

It was always so refreshing, every time he got to see a victim of abuse truly smile. It made him feel better, even if just for a little, about going around ending lives, because that was what they did. They were killers, and no matter it for good or bad, there was no changing that, it was nothing to be proud of, but nothing he honestly regretted either. Just one of those complicated concepts which followed actions that were somewhat easy to perform, like birth and death. It really didn't take much to kill a person after the conscience wall had been destroyed, however, the conception of a new life was still quite a mystery.

Taking a last look at Ryosuke and Jin interacting in the kitchen, Hiroto contently smiled and walked towards the back exit of the house. Once outside, he absently felt himself just, subconsciously searching for a random packet of cigarettes, while staring at a different black car. He really needed to smoke badly.

“Going to see candy-boy? ...” suddenly spoke Ruki, whom was laying against the wall of their temporary house, still smoking, as Hiroto approached their second car, a black Volkswagen Beetle.

“Perhaps ...” vaguely replied the younger blond, flashing the elder a wondering grin, as he brought out the keys of the car, from his pocket “... can I have a smoke?” he then randomly inquired, staring almost desperately, at the white stick between the elder's fingers.

“It's bad for your health ...” quickly dismissed Ruki, receiving no protest from the younger, whom was expecting such a reply, which basically meant "if you want a smoke, get yours". Ruki was always very greedy when it came to cigarettes and food “Use the other one ...” added the elder, as he threw a pair of keys at Hiroto.

“... Why?” curiously inquired the younger. There was never a reason to question Ruki's decisions, he was the head, he always knew better. Yet it was in the nature of "little brothers" to always question their "big brothers".

“I decided we are going to travel in this one instead, and leave the Sirion to whomever is coming to pick up Ryosuke instead” informed Ruki. Good "big brothers" always replied, no matter how annoying the questions could get.

“But this is infinitely smaller than the Sirion, Ruki~!” Hiroto whined in vehement stupor, not fancying the idea to maybe have to travel across country in a Beetle, which however cute, was bound to become uncomfortable.

“I know ...” agitatedly replied Ruki “... but we have used the Sirion around too much, even though apparently nobody is fucking following us … which is still so weird … but, that's what I decided, period … so, go and enjoy it!” snappily smiled Ruki, walking over to the younger, and snatched the keys of the Beetle “... I have told you both so many times to not get romantically involved” he then added sighing, as Hiroto merely shrugged “... and you have been so good so far ...” he apathetically sighed referring to the fact that Hiroto had actually never had any romantic involvement with anybody, until now, whereas Jin seemed to fall in love every time he blinked “... can babies even fall in love?” he then cynically inquired, shockingly staring at his empty pack of cigarettes.

“You did ...” pointed out Hiroto, staring at the exposed bit of a white gold thin chain around Ruki's neck, which held a memento from the one person whom Ruki had supposedly loved. The necklace never left the dirty blond's body, nor anybody was ever allowed to touch it, as it always carefully laid beneath his clothes.

“Yes, and now he is six feet under … shall I keep reminding you of that?” quickly retorted Ruki, sounding incredibly defensive, as he brought out his cell phone. After he looked at the blinking name on the display, he instantly handed the phone over to the younger “... answer that” he systematically ordered.

Hiroto looked at the name flashing on the phone's screen, and as instantly returned the phone “... oh common … just talk to him. You'd make his entire month, just by talkin-” divertingly tried to encourage the younger, whom however, was quite vexatiously interrupted by the other.

“Just answer the fucking phone Hiroto!” Ruki snapped, while irascibly tapping one of his feet on the ground, with his arms folded on his chest, waiting for Hiroto to answer. Rolling his eyes, the younger blond did as he had been told.

“Moshi moshi, Takashima-san!” excitedly greeted the blond.

“... O hello … Hi … roto-kun?” hesitantly inquired the man on the receiving side of the phone, sounding a bit dejected.

“Yeah ...” apologetically snickered the blond.

“Oh ...” merely replied the man, now sounding quite disappointed “well … I was just calling to say that Ryosuke Ichiki's records have been deleted, he has been provided with a new identity, and Shiina will be on her way to come get him tomorrow.” explained the young man, sounding incredibly unenthusiastic, and Hiroto just couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. For reasons still yet to be comprehended, Takashima-san, better known as Uruha, was "secretly" head over heels for Ruki. However, the dirty blond had problems letting anyone get to him "in that way" ever since Aoi. Even though it was clear, that the man was already "getting at him" somehow. “Ano, Hiroto-kun... This is Ruki-san's phone number though, right? ...” then gingerly inquired the man.

“Yes indeed, just he is currently … taking a dump ...” nonchalantly lied the younger, pointedly staring at Ruki, whom merely shrugged, and signed at him to move on with the conversation “... but I saw your name flashing, and I thought it was important enough to answer” he concluded.

“He seems to be doing that quite a lot … lately” lowly expressed the man.

“O have I used that already-? O- whoops … shit … thinking out loud” calmly replied Hiroto, wickedly smiling at a wide-eyed and fuming Ruki.

“Have I done anything wrong? I know he is busy … I do not mean to pry … or anything … I just … I am wondering if he is fine that's all” tried to express the young man, hopelessly sighing at the end of his love struck sentence. Hiroto would have just loved to tell him to give up, but for one, he was sure Ruki did care "in that way" simply wouldn't admit it, and two; they were just too entertaining to just give up like that.

“No Takashima-sa~n it is not you at all … he is just a bit shy you kno-” Hiroto amusingly attempted to explain, but wasn't allowed to conclude, when Ruki instantly snatched the phone from him.

“Uruha? ...” dryly spoke Ruki “... yes I am fine … yes … yes … yes “ kept systematically replying the elder, mercilessly staring at an all grinning Hiroto “okay then, thank you, talk to you later, bye” promptly concluded the blond rather loudly closing his phone.

“If you only gave him a chance … chance … chance ...” dramatically professed the blond, motioning his hand to disappear in the distance at each time in which he softly spoke the word "chance".

“If you only minded your business” readily replied Ruki, whom, Hiroto was sure, was dying to smoke a cigarette at the moment.

“Hey …” then softly spoke Hiroto, guiltily glimpsing at Ruki “I am sorry … for earlier … you know … for bringing up Aoi, it was out of line ...” genuinely apologized Hiroto, whom knew very well, the circumstances in which, Ruki's first love had perished. He really had crossed a line he shouldn't have, but Ruki was very quick to forgive things when it came to Hiroto and Jin. He would get incredibly pissed when they did something stupid, but never held grudges with the two of them. Perhaps, more than a brother, Ruki probably was the parent that himself and Jin never had “ … I will be back by ten” he then humbly informed, as they walked to the front of the house where the Sirion still was.

“You better ...” grumbled Ruki “... be careful” he then added, while carefully closing the door for the younger, showing in his own way as Hiroto knew very well, that he wasn't angry.

Ruki. His savor, his family, his everything, Hiroto often time wondered where his life would have ended, or rather how soon it would have ended, if they hadn't met on that very day in which he had "died".

Hiroto had always been an A-student, never disobeyed his parents, never willingly caused any harm to anybody, and as a lot of teachers always liked to put it "he was expected to accomplish great things", and he believed that as well. Reason why he'd strive everyday so far, in order to not disappoint anybody, not his parents, not his teachers or even his friends. He worked really hard.

It was his final year in middle school, and everything was going as fine as usual, but out of nowhere he was now being called to the principal's office. Never in his life had he ever envisioned having to be in one, he always had regarded it as the worst case scenario of his young career, the most dishonorable thing to have to face. However, as he walked himself to the place in his excessively worried state, he began to convince himself that a model student such as himself couldn't have been called for disciplinary reasons, and that there must have been another reason. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be anything bad, he kept telling himself. Thus, before he knocked at the door to request permission, he took a big breath, and ushered himself in with his usual smiling face, once permission was granted.

His Principal, a middle aged man, smiled at him and told him to have a seat, while he got up and walked towards the door, which he nonchalantly locked. Hiroto had heard the locking sound, but thought nothing about it, given as how he was still fervently obsessing over why had he been called. Then the principal began to talk, as he made his way back, but instead of proceeding all the way to his desk, he stopped by Hiroto.

“You are only in middle school right now, Hiroto-kun, but your grades have always been so perfect that there is no doubt you will be headed straight to Todai after high school” happily informed the man, as Hiroto's worried features, instantly brightened, at the high expectations that the Principal had placed in him. It wasn't anything bad after all.

“Thank you for believing in me, Mori-sensei!” cheerfully expressed the young brunette.

“Sure ...” smiled the man “... however, I am quite concerned Hiroto-kun ...” he then spoke, his face gradually morphing into a troubled scowl, which immediately alarmed Hiroto, whom wasn't used to seeing people scowling at him, not to talk of the head of his school being the one.

“W-what happened Mori-sensei? ...” hesitantly stuttered Hiroto, sounding incredibly anxious.

“You see, unfortunately they are reducing the numbers of scholarship to Todai, and the high schools in our province are not as popular as others, meaning that they are most likely to not be considered ...” remorsefully began the man, as Hiroto attentively listened to every spoken word “... the tuition at Todai is incredibly expensive, and I am afraid your parents will not be able to afford it, I have spoken with them as you know, and they were really all banking on you getting that scholarship … but the way it looks … because of the economy and all … things will only be getting better perhaps in five years from now, and you would be graduating in what? Three years?” sadly professed the Prinicipal, as Hiroto's heartbeat began to violently increase, while he mentally saw all his plans for the future slowly being broken apart.

“So ...” almost whispered Hiroto, whom was trying his best not to start crying “... w-what do I do?” he desperately inquired, pleadingly staring up at the man, whom was still standing tall over himself, and whom he hoped with all his heart would have a way to solve this problem.

“Well ...” cautiously began the principal, as he gingerly placed his hand on Hiroto's perfectly cut black hair “... I can indeed help you, in fact I know a way you can be granted access, no matter what your situation” informed the Principal as he suddenly smiled, while his hand traveled towards Hiroto's neck, whom was still too distracted to notice, as he brightly widened his eyes at the adult.

“R-really?” he stuttered, still attentively looking up at the elder, waiting to hear more.

“Yes, you just have to do a few things for me that's all ...” reassured the man, as he began to slowly stroke Hiroto's neck, whom having relaxed, was starting to feel awkward about the present situation, thus moved his neck away from the touch on an impulsive reaction.

“What should I do?” gingerly inquired Hiroto, suddenly looking away from the taller man, feeling more and more uncomfortable as the hand replaced itself on his shoulder.

“Something that many have done, it is not only you. In fact, only the best students get to do this ...” he expressed, while suddenly placing both his hands on his zipper, which he lowered, allowing himself to bring out his penis, at which Hiroto shockingly glimpsed at “... all you have to do, is suck this, until it is not hard anymore, that's all” stated the principal, closing the distance between his exposed erect organ, and Hiroto's face, whom frighteningly and disgustedly pushed himself the furthest into the chairs as he possibly could.

“I don't think, that is right ...” hesitantly spoke Hiroto, shifting his face away, as the Principal mannerism suddenly flipped upside-down, once he placed himself in front of the boy, his legs open, trapping the boy in his seat "… please I don-” tried to express Hiroto as a few tear began to drop, but he was abruptly interrupted by the elder, whom looked positively angry.

“Do you want to disappoint everybody? Your teachers, your parents, they all believe in you, and you are going to be selfish enough to throw away all their trust? Your parents efforts? ...” solemnly professed the head of school “... because if you don't do as I say, I will fail you, and make sure that you will not be accepted in any other school ...” gravely stated the elder, as Hiroto began to almost spasmodically shiver, not knowing what to do anymore “Alright then ...” finally concluded the Principal, as he was about to reinsert his erection in his pants, when Hiroto stopped him.

“O-okay … okay ….” he loudly cried, swiftly taking a trembling hold of the man's genitals “I … I'll do it ...” he sobbed.

“Good boy ...” professed the elder, as he eagerly shoved his manhood into the yougner's mouth “... just keep sucking, like that, yes ...” began to moan the elder, as Hiroto kept obeying while still crying “... now take it deeper, yes … ah … yes, you are so pretty Hiroto ...” he then hazily professed, as the boy began to choke, not being able to keep up with the man's increasing thrusts “... such a waste of face and body on a boy ...” he hissed, as Hiroto forcefully pulled his head away, feeling like he was about to truly choke “... pull down your pants ...” then ordered the Principal.

“W-why-” tried to inquire the still crying boy, but was vehemently interrupted by the elder.

“It is still standing don't you see? Since you can't use your mouth, we will do it in the quicker way … now hurry up pull down your pants” he then angrily ordered, his face looking incredibly intimidating, that Hiroto didn't even think twice, scared to death, as he stood up to pull down his pants, while the man bent him over his desk, and after messing around with his hole, he inserted his penis, covering Hiroto's pained moans, as he pounded the young teen. The whole time, he just kept crying, and silently begging that the man would stop, silently begging for it to just be a big nightmare, silently begging to be with his parents again.

Once his ordeal was over, Hiroto didn't even bother to go back to class, instead, we went straight home, where he locked himself in his room, and cried his head out. Night finally coming around, hearing the front door opening, he rushed down to hug his parents, but he was instead greeted with a rather violent slap by the elder man, which made the boy fly to the ground. His mother merely closed and locked the door, an action which was already beginning to generate a lot of fear in the young boy, whom however was too busy trying to understand why his father was so angrily towering over him the way he was.

“Your Principal called ...” coldly expressed his father, at which Hiroto began to instantly cry at the mere memory, but also in reaction to mixed emotions. Still not understanding why he was the one being slapped. He was the victim in all of this; wasn't he? “How could you ...” disgustedly hissed his father, as Hiroto confusingly looked from him to the dead expression on his mother's face.

“I … don't ...” hesitantly and softly spoke the child, holding his hand over his face where his father had slapped him.

“Are you really expecting me to repeat all the things you seduced your Principal into doing?!” thundered his father, as he began to incredulously shake his head, to what his ears had suddenly been forced to hear; how could his parents believe a stranger over their own son?

“Dad, no, no! He forced me, I-” tried the boy, but he was abruptly interrupted.

“You and your stupid girl face … are you trying to bring disgrace to this family?! How could you go seducing your Principal ...” bellowed his father. As he kept silently crying in disbelieve, Hiroto's eyes darted towards his mother, whom however was silently standing behind his father and avoiding eye contact.

“It is not true, dad! Please you have to believe me, da-” tried to beg the child, but it only seemed to serve at fueling the man's anger. Why was this happening to him? All of a sudden, why was his world being crushed so harshly, so quickly?

“Shut up! Why would your Principal lie to us uh?” sternly bellowed his father “I always thought there was something wrong with the way you looked, but I let it slide since you brought good grades home, but now also that is gone ...” angrily explained his father, as tears kept rolling down Hiroto's face “I damn the day you were born! In fact, I brought you in, I shall take you out!” furiously bellowed the man, in whom Hiroto couldn't quite see "a father" anymore “You devil spawn, do you really want to be fucked so badly? … come here ...” he then hissed, making his way to a violently head shaking, and backwards crawling Hiroto “... then how about I help you, uh!” angrily stated his father, whom, as Hiroto was able to get to his feet and attempt to run away, quickly grabbed him.

“Mom! Mom! Please … mom!” he desperately screamed, as his father began to undress him, but the woman simply, turned on her heels, and walked out of the room. For the second time on the very same day, he was raped. For the second time on the same day, he was betrayed by those he trusted the most.

It had to be a nightmare, there was no other explanation. Things like that just couldn't happen out of the blue, there had to be an explanation. Someone had to come and give him a reason, or wake him up from whatever this was; please. That was all his listless spirit could think as he found himself aimlessly walking down dark allies in his city. The sky was really dark now, he must have walked for hours, and all the while he really hadn't noticed himself doing so either.

“Oi bozu ...” suddenly called a young voice, but Hiroto merely kept aimlessly walking “... Kora! I am talking to you!” angrily repeated the voice, as a hand roughly grabbed him, and turned him around. Yet, Hiroto didn't press any resistance, as he emptily looked into the glaring eyes of a dirty blond teen scowling at him “... what happened to you?” was then the teens first reaction, once he actually made eye-contact “You ... shouldn't be walking alone at this time of the night, particularly not in this ally” he pointed out “... go back to your mommy and daddy ...” he concluded shoving him away, but Hiroto stayed put, and he jerkily began to chuckle, like a crazy kid, until the chuckle turned into a cry. First silent, but it got louder and louder, and completely out of control. Quickly looking around, the boy grabbed Hiroto and dragged him out of the streets, into an incredibly small apartment, where exhausted, Hiroto instantly crashed. Once he woke up, it was already morning, and quickly noticing that he wasn't in his room, alongside with the agonizing pain between his buttocks, he had the urge to start crying again. It hadn't been a nightmare after all.

“Don't start crying, tell me who raped you?” snappily and coldly inquired the boy from the previous night, whom was sitting Indian style on the tatami floor staring down at him “... I checked you out while you were sleeping, so don't try telling me any bullshit” forcefully stated the boy. Feeling intimidated, but not exactly scared, Hiroto hesitantly opened his mouth, but nothing came out of it “forget it ...” then stated the blond in an understanding manner“… you will take me there, whenever you are all healed up” he announced, while keeping himself sitting in the same way, with both his arms folded on his chest “... for now just rest, and do not under any circumstances leave this place, they might decide to be looking for you, and we don't want whoever it is to find you right?” he stated, at which Hiroto impulsively nodded “You are safe here … I have "friends", if you know what I mean” haughtily expressed the boy with a creepy, but kind of sweet, grin and Hiroto had no idea what he "meant", but it was a comfort to see someone smile for a change, so he simply nodded.

Parking the car on the curb side of a busy road in the middle of downtown Kariya, Hiroto got out of his car, and began to walk the remaining distance that would have taken him towards his "candy", the object of his desire, his ... love? Was it too early to call this boy, his love? There was no way he could have known, for he had never been in love before. Thirteen years had passed since he'd met and stuck to Ruki, and they never really had time for such emotions. Ruki having lost his loved one already, Hiroto merely scared of having people even touch him at all. So how was it that this boy, this boy named Saga, could reach him the way he was. Why was it that every lie he had to tell him made him feel like the lowest of humans, like an adult. Why was it that the mere idea of having to part from him was something he dreaded to think about? Could anybody really feel so attached to someone else, after having met for only two weeks?

How, not to mention, that he was basically nine years older than the boy. Wasn't that a bit too much? The more he thought about it, the more it felt like he should turn back, yet he didn’t want to. Never had he felt that type of connection. The boy's bass and his guitar played so well together, like they had been meant to be, and that was all that it took for them to spend a whole day chatting at school, which he didn't need Ruki bellow at him that it was a "fucking retarded thing to do!", he knew very well that in their situation that was quite unprofessional, but he hadn't been able to help it on that day. Thus, he then made it so that they managed to meet after school for an hour, to practice and talk about their instruments, about bands, about things normal teenagers talked about, and Hiroto loved that the most, because he had never been a normal teenager. Perhaps that's the reason why he wasn't exactly bothered by their age difference.

Then, sometime last week, Saga clumsily laid his head on his shoulder. Hiroto did slightly shake at the beginning, but he had also noticed that there was a part of him whom had wanted to be "touched" by the teen, so he let him, and went as far as to caress his head. One thing pulled another, and the next day Saga was acting more clumsy than usual, which Hiroto had no idea how to interpret, until the boy himself brought up the subject of kissing with such a teen-typical "friend of a friend" scenario. Thus, once Saga had concluded with his perfectly thought up scenario, Hiroto took the initiative, and boldly pecked him on his lips, feeling his face on fire soon after that. Ever since that day, a make-out session had been forcefully fitted on their one hour schedule right between bass-guitar session, and whatever-else session.

Just the thought of having Saga all over him, the thought of perhaps being able to reach home-base today, was enough to make him want to blast the door he was so nervously standing in front of, but then as he extended his fingers to press the bell he wondered. He wondered what would Saga do, if he told him that a week after he had been taken in by Ruki, whom in the mean time he found out to be some sort of trained "yakuza-kid", the dirty blond had viciously killed his Principal, shot his father in between his legs, leaving him to die by blood loss, inducing his mother to commit suicide some days later? What would he do if he told him that in their chase to look for Ruki's "pacifier" they had met so many other abused children and teens, and decided to make justice for themselves? What would he do if he knew that from time to time Hiroto really felt the urge to destroy something, to hurt somebody, reason why he specialized in torturing techniques, which he always used on their targets?

“Hiroto? ...” excitedly called a voice from the intercom

“Hey ...” replied Hiroto, in a cute nervous way.

“Come up, come up! Eighth floor” cheerfully ordered the teen, ringing the door open, through which Hiroto made his way inside.

… What would he do?

THIRD PART