Authors note: - Okay, yes, I'm starting another piece of writing, but c'mon…there is a shocking lack of Nekozawa fanfics where Nekozawa is indeed the main character. If you like it I'll write another chapter. Yes, I think I will because I have a sort of plotline for this. Although, I don't believe I'll add in any of the Host Club characters, or allow them a major part in the plot line. Yeah, sorry about that but I think Nekozawa deserves some sort of credit. He is, in fact, an ultimate character that doesn't get mentioned enough. To no fault of Hatori Bisco-sama, I'm sure she simply doesn't have the time. But here, for Nekozawa and all of his fans.

Disclaimer: - I do not own Nekozawa or Beelzenef. In fact, Beelzenef owns my soul. –Bows- My Lord Beelzenef-sama. I do, however, own Kenji. And therefore, so does Lord Beelzenef-sama.

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Nekozawa had not what you would call a normal childhood. In fact, perhaps it was even an unhealthy childhood. Perhaps that was why he had grown up to be like he is.

It had started on his birth. The perfectly dark haired Lord and Lady Nekozawa looked down in some disturbance at the blonde haired baby that they held. It was his birth that had began the wars between the two.

After Lord Nekozawa demanded to know the fathers name, and Lady Nekozawa saying it was his fault and the blonde was a sign that they weren't meant to be together, they named the blond-haired, blue-eyed baby Umehito Nekozawa.

As I was saying, Umehito grew up in a precarious way. He was about seven years old when he discovered his love for darkness. Of course, his 'revelation' may have been something hammered into him by various tutors and servants.

At seven, Umehito had already worked out his place in the family. He was to be never seen and never heard by either of his parents. So, therefore, his life had been set in some sort of pattern. Something like this: -

5:00 – Get up. Take a shower and have breakfast.

8:00 – Japanese studies.

10:00 – English studies.

11:00 – Science studies.

1:00 – Maths.

1:30 – General studies.

2:00 – Dinner.

2:30 onwards – Spend the rest of the afternoon in his room.

And so, this pattern continued for a while, and poor little Umehito became decidedly bored. So, It was pure luck, although some mightn't see it as such, that a young man climbed through his window that night.



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Breeze blew lightly on the blonde's features. His long eyelashes flickered for a moment, before blue eyes looked dully around the room. His heart thudded in his chest as his eyes caught the figure of a male.

The figure paused, before switching on the lamp beside Umehito's bed. Umehito noted his features. They looked young, around sixteen. Brown eyes flecked with green seemed to smother him with warmth. Black hair hung carelessly over his features.

The ember of the cigarette glowed before the man put it out, his warm eyes falling on Umehito once again. "Kid, don't scream or make a sound, 'kay?" Umehito's mouth opened before he nodded silently. The man smiled. "Thanks, kid. I didn't mean to wake you. But, I guess I'll have to tell you why I'm here." He sighed, before placing a bag on the bed. "I need the money Kid. Get it?"

Umehito paused, licking his lips before reaching out a hand. "Yes." He switched off the lamp, letting out a sigh. "Take it."

"I thank ye much." The man started to get up. "Wait…" Umehito sat up in the bed, fingers gripping the male's trousers. "If I let you, will you come back?"

A low chuckle escaped his lips and the man smiled lightly. "Yeah, Kid. I'll come back. Just for you." He began to turn, before stopping again. "The name's Kenji."

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So Kenji came at least once every three months for the next seven years. Umehito found himself .looking forward to his visits. He had discovered that Kenji was stimulating conversation and full of intellectual theories and ideas.

Umehito felt an emotion he had never felt before in his life. He likened it to happiness. Certainly, this emotion was having strange effects on him. So strange, that he had bought himself a teddy bear. And, as if that was not worrisome in itself, Umehito had stopped wearing his black wig.

It was on his fourteenth birthday in which Umehito felt another intense emotion. Umehito was sitting beside the window, holding tightly onto the brown bear. He had been sitting like this for over an hour when Kenji sung into the room. Umehito went over to help him up. He was carrying a box. Kenji smiled, a light flush of effort on his face, before he kneeled, panting. "Hey kid. Happy birthday. I've got a gift for you."

Umehito picked up the box, opening it. He gasped. "A… Puppet?" He took the cat puppet out of the box, fingering it with great tenderness. "It's-it's wonderful…" Kenji nodded, the smile widening. "I knew you'd like it. Cost me an arm and a leg."

"Nn…" Umehito blushed lightly. "You shouldn't have bought it me."

"I had to. You've been such a good boy."

Umehito smiled lightly, placing the puppet over his hand and making it nod. "I'll call him Beelzenef."



The smile on Kenji's face decreased in it's size, as a small sigh escaped his lips.

"It's also… a goodbye present."

"Goodbye?"

"Yeah, I'm leaving… I came to say goodbye."

"You're leaving?" Kenji gave a small nod as he watched Umehito's eyes fill with tears. Those were the eyes that haunted his dreams, and would most likely continue to do so.

Those beautiful blue eyes. The silky blonde hair and those perfect features. Kenji's arms swung around Umehito's waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. Umehito let out a sob, clinging to his friend, head buried in his shoulder.

They sat like that for a while before Kenji's husky voice touched Umehito's ears. "Umehito…" Kenji placed his searching lips on Umehito's. Both of their bodies shivered together, a blush staining their cheeks.

Kenji pushed Umehito back onto the floor, hands searching underneath his shirt. Kenji's body shook furiously as he deepened his kiss. He pulled his lips away, only to drag the shirt off of Umehito. Umehito raised his arms, unfastening the zip of Kenji's jeans, before sitting up, pushing Kenji back.

"I have to give you something to remember me by too." He leaned his head down, pushing down the jeans. His tongue flickered lightly over the tip of Kenji's erection. "U…Umehito…" Kenji shivered, licking his lips and waiting expectantly.

His rosebud lips gently touched the head of the already throbbing member, tongue flickering over the slit and tasting the bitter juices of pre-cum. "M-More Ume-hito…" Umehito wondered at the desire laced voice and the feelings evoked in him.

Umehito paused before taking half of the erect member into his mouth, head moving up and down. Kenji whimpered lightly underneath him, lacing his fingers in the blonde locks and applying more pressure. "M-More…" Umehito hummed lightly, prompting a groan to escape Kenji's lips. He quickly reached orgasm and the white liquid filled Umehito's mouth. He let the liquid cover Kenji's softening member, before lifting his head and capturing his lips. They each shared the fluid. Swallowing the salty taste.

Kenji pushed Umehito back, placing two fingers into his mouth and coating them with saliva. A finger traced the rim of Umehito's hole, before placing it inside. Umehito hissed with pain, before relaxing, finger inside, performing scissoring actions to widen the hole.

A gasp escaped Umehito's lips as Kenji touched the prostate gland. He arched his back. "I-I want you in me…" Kenji nodded, taking out the fingers. He held onto Umehito's hip, thrusting into him. They both groaned and hot tears formed in Umehito's eyes.

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Nekozawa closed the book, letting out a sigh. "That was a long time ago, right Beelzenef?" Beelzenef nodded, but otherwise continued to stay silent.