Hallo people who decided to read this story. I'm going to warn you right now, its probably going to end up really bad as this is one of my first fics. If you're still here however thanks a ton and please try to enjoy my bitch ass story ~Ruichi

he used to smile.

He used to laugh.

He didn't used to be so wretched and twisted.

But you see, Hanamiya Makoto was forced to be this way. Forced by his first friend, his best friend. He had purposefully forgotten this persons face and name but yet, his personality stayed warped no matter how much time had passed.

It all started at the tender age of 2, when he met his best friend. They played everyday and were closer than anyone. Where one went, the other followed. Of course Makoto was a year younger so it was weird to him when the other began school and he didn't.

He became lonely as they got more friends to play with. He felt alone. Makoto began to feel like he was being left behind. He hated it.

Soon enough he began elementary school but his friend refused to speak to him and even said cruel things to him

"just go away and never speak to me again!"

Hanamiya was heart broken and during his second year of elementary school, his family moved to give Makoto a fresh start.

By the end of elementary school, he was a bit of a loner. Makoto was scared of getting close to people so he just forced people away. He came off as mean and distant but in all actuality he would love to have friends and laugh and play but... He just couldn't bring himself to do so.

After what felt like an eternity in hell he finally moved up to high school.

Hanamiya was pained from being forgotten and left behind and forced the images and name of his best friend out of his mind. He wasn't going to remind himself of his life long pain everyday, that was just stupid.

When he first walked into his new school Hanamiya kept thinking of all possibilities that may occur until his thoughts were interrupted by a student who was a year ahead of him

"you look familiar, have we met?"

Makoto shook his head.

"I don't believe so, and who the hell gave you the right to talk to me"

the second year was slightly taken aback but never the less smiled in a rather dark way.

"I'm the one who will be showing you guys around so I assumed that I had free reign to do whatever the hell I wanted, whether it be talk to you or kick your ass."

Hanamiya smirked. A small laugh escaped his lips.

"I-I'm sorry but I just... I'm scared and all to be here. I-I didn't mean t-to be s-s-so rude"

a single tear fell from his eye.

"dumbass"

as he spoke, he stuck his tongue out to the second year student who had seemed to believe his facade. Makoto laughed as he knew how to play people, it never got old.

"y-you are... So you have changed then." the second year murmured.

Not understanding Hanamiya just elected to ignore the statement.

"anyway, I'm Imayoshi Shoichi and I will be your escort for today, seeing as you all don't know your way around the school"

he gestured to the group of six. "tell me your names as we walk"

"Sasabe Tsudai"

"Matsuoka Kisa"

"Fuyuumi Haruno"

the rest listed off their names, well all but one. The most indifferent of the group chose to keep quiet seeing as he didn't give a shit anyway and he didn't like this 'Imayoshi' guy.

"oh, Mr.. Actress hasn't spoken his name is appears. What a shame its probably as annoying as his personality"

the group snickered but stopped when Hanamiya spoke

"your a piece of shit. But if you absolutely must know my name is Hanamiya Makoto"

this guy really pissed him off, usually after he fucked with someone they chose to not speak to him again but this person kept poking at him.

When the tour ended Imayoshi took them all to their respectable classes. Hanamiya was the last one left seeing as his class was on C side and everyone else was on B side. Walking behind the larger male he stayed silent wanting it to be over as soon as possible.

Suddenly Imayoshi stopped and Hanamiya ran into him.

"HEY WHAT ARE YOU-"

he was roughly pushed into the storage closet near them and by now he was seething with rage. The look in his eye told Imayoshi to explain himself before Hanamiya thoroughly kicked his ass.

"I wasn't sure until you said your name but now I know. Hello Makoto its been a while"

Hanamiya glared at him. Who did he think he was? How dare he think he has the right to call him by his first name? How does he even know him?

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as firm hands held him in place and a passionate kiss was being forced upon him. His eyes grew wide and even as he tried to get away, he was smaller and weaker than Imayoshi and his attempts failed. He was pushed against a wall with his hands held above his head. He was angry and distressed. A large hand went up his shirt and began to feel around. He struggled continuously trying to get away from Imayoshi.

"damn, your still struggling against me. I thought you would recognize me by now."

cheeks painted red Hanamiya glared daggers into Imayoshi. He was so fucking upset and angry and scared too. Who was this person who insisted they knew each other?

"I-I don't know who you are! Why are you doing this you stu-"

another kiss was forced upon him. This time Imayoshi gained entrance to his mouth- by force. As much as Hanamiya didn't want it he couldn't help but moan as Imayoshi touched him. Every time a mewl escaped his lips he got angrier at himself.

"I guess I can't expect you to remember me after seven years but... We were best friends"

Hanamiya stopped struggling as the information processed in his mind. Imayoshi left and began to walk down the hallway to his own class. Hanamiya finally remembered the person he forced himself to forget. He ran out of the closet and screamed with real tears streaming down his face.

"Y-YOU! YOU HURT ME WHEN I WAS NINE SO BAD THAT I MOVED AWAY AND NOW YOU SEXUALLY HARASS ME! WHAT THE FUCK!"

His voice cracked and he turned away. He had been trying to avoid remembering for this reason. He hated crying and hated it more when people saw him cry.

Arms wrapped around him and pulled his head onto a firm chest. He tried to push away but to no avail as he was too weak to do really anything at the moment and he just cried harder.

"I felt awful when I told you to get away from me... heh you really did that huh? I've been looking for you for a long time. I never meant to hurt you, I just didn't want to have to face my emotions. Makoto when we were younger you always gave me butterflies when you were around and I got flustered when we spoke. I realize now that I felt love and when you were around but back then... I was a child who didn't understand. When I found out you moved while I was at a sleepover I felt so much grief and no matter who I asked no one knew where you had gone."

Makoto had forced his tears to stop. He looked up at Imayoshi and pulled himself from his grasp.

"you hurt me and I wont forgive you. It's going to take a lot more than a weak apology for my to even begin to forgive what you've done. It's your turn to get away from me, and until I come to you don't show your face"

he was bitter.

He was oh so cold.

He became this way because of his best friend. The one who left him behind and hurt him more than anyone else would ever be able to

Hanamiya Makoto was twisted and indifferent.

Did it really have to be this way?

I know this is a short chapter but I may or may not continue this. It depends how you guys like it. This is an AU and both characters are kind of OOC but that's because their actual personalities are trash (but I love them sooo much). If I do continue this story, I will try to make the chapters much longer since I believe this isn't a decent amount at all. I wrote this chapter this way so that if people don't like it, it can still be a one shot but if they do it can be continued. ~Ruichi