Disclaimer: I don't own any of the TRC/Horitsuba peoples.

Anyways, this was the short pilot chapter for "Love Me". Syaoron-centric with some Yuui and Kyle Rondart put in and appearances of other peoples every now and again. So... I've been showing scene changes by doing the 'eyecatch' thing that most animes do before/after the commercial break. You know, how it shows a pic of a character along with the name of the show and then goes into comerical. Well, I think of the whole Hetalia where one of the countries pop out and say "Hetalia" when the words 'eyecatch' is , because I suck at transitions, that's what will indicate a sort of change in the scene or time skip.


Chapter 0
.::Nothing::.

"What are we supposed to do?
Now that the love is gone."

-'Love is Gone' by David Guetta & Chris Willis-

A lovely aroma filled the room, giving it a sweet, delectable atmosphere, maybe that's what prompted me to wake and stir. Where could this be? Groggily, with my stomach growling and my whole body aching, the center of the throbbing pain being at my lower back, I sat up. Or, at least, attempted to. The second I managed to sit up, I came crashing back down with a soft thud. So tired and worn out. And so I simply laid there, not wanting to fight the soreness and fatigue I was feeling at that moment. What more could I do really? With an arm over my face, still damp from the tears I had shed earlier, I waited. For what, I don't even know.

Nor do I ever want to know. "Fml."

::-Horitsuba Gakuen-::

"Ah, you re awake." A voice chimed, so soft, so warm, I thought it was the voice of an angel. But of course, there were no such things. And if there were, well, how strange that would be.

I forced my amber eyes to open. The owner of the voice turned out to be Yuui-sensei. His gentle sapphire eyes glanced over me with concern, something I really was used to by now. After a few months of being overly self-conscious around him, I could tell what types of looks he gave me, his main one recently being those of concern and worry. But it seemed over the top now, too... what's the word I'm looking for... too cautious. Like he was looking at something so fragile, I had only passed out so he shouldn't be this worried over nothing. The look slowly got my brain to start forming some questions. How in the world did I end up here in the first place? Last thing I could remember was... I don't remember clearly. Why?

A sad smile appeared on Yuui-sensei's lips as he noticed the questioning look on my tear streaked face. How pathetic I must have looked. "I see. Syaoron-kun, do you remember anything that happened before waking up here?" He gently placed a hand on my head. The cool touch of his finger against my burning skin was so comforting.

But... what could that have meant? Did something happen? Did the reason explain why I had been crying?

And then that voice came back. Who would love a thing like you? You re just a good time and nothing more. You thought I actually felt something for you? Ha, what a laugh. Idiot.

I cringed away from Yuui-sensei's touch, the desperate urge to hide behind the covers welled up in me. Feeling as if it burned me with scorn, disgust, and, what I hate most of all, pity. It was all coming back now. How could that monster have done this to me? Silly Syaoron, you should know better. Why me? The tears blurred my vision again but never fell. What did I do to deserve this? I didn't want to remember this. It's no wonder I didn't want to remember what happened. I would rather forget it had ever happened. I could still feel those hands as they wandered over my body. Black, cruel eyes lingering over my exposed skin. A good time and a pretty face, but no real value. Involuntarily, I curled up into a ball, as if I thought that somehow this position would protect me from the memories. I felt disgusting. Cheapened by that heartless bastard. Tch, as if I was good for anything anyways. Yes, I thought bitterly, who would love used goods? Who would love a stupid boy like me? You would spread your legs for anyone. As long as you think of your special someone, who never care who fucks you. Warm, salty liquid dripped down my sunken cheeks. How I wanted to bury myself in between the mattress and blanket, and never come out again.

But then, as I wallowed in self-pity, warm arms cradled my sad, broken form. "Don't cry." He said in such a way that... I couldn't help but feel even more miserable about everything. This wasn't supposed to happen. It should never have happened. "It wasn't your fault. I don't know what happened in there. But it wasn't your fault." I sobbed uncontrollably, for what seemed like hours, in his arms. It wasn't fair. Burying my face into his chest, curling away from the cruel reality of the world. Why me?

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, over and over. "I'm so sorry." I'm such an idiot. How could I have been so selfish and stupid?

::-Horitsuba Gakuen-::

This was bad. Bad. Bad. Bad!

"Shit."

God, how I hated life.


Like it? Hate it? "Wtf' it? Because I didn't want to rewrite too much, I just put up the pilot chapter again with some slight changes. Whether this story is further explained to those who didn't read it a few months back is up to the reviewers. Because... I'm not entirely sure if I want to put this up again.

Of course, the other chapter will be much longer than this but... yea...