Pain and Pleasure
Title: Pain and Pleasure
Author: Kei
Topic: love, smut, randomness, yaoi, love triangles, etc...
Rating: 17+
POV: Rei
Chapters: Prologue/??
The years before I met Kai, I wandered like a playboy lost in a sea of fish. Although I was in the early stages of high school, I could easily pass for a college student with my height and looks, also with all the connections I had I could be anywhere and anytime. I tried to be anywhere but where my family was. The only one I really talked to was my brother, who I lived with but moved from place to place because we had houses on almost every continent. Our family was so messed up, we tried to stay away from the mess as much as possible. That's one of the reasons why we move from place to place.
With my friends, I went out to clubs. I drank, smoked, and slept with girls left and right. I was a outright player. Even in my right mind, I knew I was. My senses never seemed to be clear. Although I slept without almost any girl, I was really picky on girls I choose to be in a relationship with -- which didn't last long, it never did. Even though I was the type of guy who did many things under the radar, that didn't mean I wasn't loyal. I was loyal to all my friends and one family member.
No matter how far I went, my brother supported me but sometimes he beat the crap out of me just to get me back on the right track if I was way off. Most of my friends used me but were mostly used by me. I could manipulate a person really easily. I got everything I ever needed and wanted. I take that back... I didn't get everything I wanted. There was still one thing missing. I just couldn't think of what it was.
While I was off trying to clear my thoughts and figure out what was missing in my life, I dragged myself into fights and gangs. I became somewhat of a leader and fought my emptiness out but nothing seemed to work. There was something missing... something I couldn't quite understand.
What was it?
I looked like the normal teenage boy who had joined a gang. I had piercings along with tattoos and wore clothes that made me look less like who I really was. I tried to hide my face as much as possible and worked my way around many situations. I tried to cover up all my wounds and bruises when I went back home because that last time I showed up at home with a broken arm, my brother broke the other arm. I never want that to happen again.
Although my brother, Lucifer, was the protective type, he would never show it. He would rather show someone his demon side rather than show is soft side. Like I said... he broke my other arm when I came home with a broken arm. Lucifer did things opposite of what he really wanted to say but at that time, I might've not known that he cared but really what he was saying but breaking my arm was to be careful or else he'll break it again. It was a warning for me to get stronger... or at least that's how I took it. Never angering him again.
We have our differences, here and there but most of the time he can tell what's on my mind. Like tonight... he wouldn't stop bugging me about what was making me do this to myself. What was keeping me from doing things that I could do?
Lucifer started off in Japanese. "Rei, you know you can't keep going on like this."
I spoke in Tagalog. "Lucifer... Would you stop with that." Did I mention, that we both knew how to speak at least thirty different languages.
He still spoke in Japanese. "Rei as much as I am your brother and I'll be there for you as long as possible, I'm not always going to be holding your hand and helping you down the right way."
While I replied in English this time. "Fuck, then you don't have to. Stop babying me!" I stood up from where I was sitting and walked toward my room.
His voice was low but still intended for me to hear. "You're going to realize that someday you're going to have to work your way back to reality."
I let out a sigh and opened the Japanese style sliding doors. I walked into my room and lay myself down. It was going to be a long, restless night. The darkness overtook me but a nightmare got to me first -- the same nightmare that had been taunting my emptiness -- and started to devour me.
When was this ever going to end?