This is the first fic I've written in a long time. This is the only fic
that I've written with lemon in it, hence the lemon warning. There is het.
The het probably will be graphic, but it will be in later chapters..and, oh
yes, I used 20X6 versions!!!! YAY! Since there is no 20X6 Strong Sad or
Homsar yet, I just had to improvise by making my own! AND THEY ARE
BISHOUNEN!!! HOO HAH!!!
The house was quiet, for the moment. Suddenly a scream rang through the halls, but no one heard. It was almost as if the scream didn't exist. A small boy ran through the hall. "No, go away! Leave me alone!" he cried. He crawled under a nearby table and hid in the darkness, shaking. Blood stained his silver hair. His body was wrapped in ragged bandages. A tall, dark figure walked through the hallway and reached under the table, pulling out the boy. The boy's dark eyes flooded with tears. The tall figure smiled. "Trying to run away? I won't let you!" He said as he threw the boy across the room. The boy hit the wall with a loud thud and fell to the floor, whimpering in pain. The dark man stood over him, grinning. He pulled a gun out of his pocket and aimed it at the boy. The shot rang through the hall. Strong Sad woke with a start, a cold sweat dripping down his face. He fell back onto his bed, and ran a hand through his silver hair. "It was only a dream." he whispered to himself, "Another dream from my childhood." He got up from his bed and walked out of his room. "And where do you think you're going?" a voice said. Strong Sad's eyes grew wide. He was face to face with his brother. His brother smiled and brushed his blue hair out of his face. "Out of bed again? Oh, we can't have that!" he said in a cold voice. He grabbed his little brother's wrist and dragged him into a room. He chained his brother's wrists to the wall and slipped on a pair of metal gloves that he saved for these occasions. "Oh, God, no. Not again." Strong Sad said, pure fear in his voice. His brother just smiled evily and hit his brother hard in the stomach. Strong Sad coughed blood. His brother just grinned even wider as his blows grew harder and harder. "I won't stop until you cry!" he yelled, "Cry like the fucking baby you are!"Strong Sad tried to stop the tears, he tried to keep his brother from getting the satisfaction, but the pain was too great. A single tear slid down his face, mingling with the blood. His brother smiled widely and stopped the blows, and left, leaving Strong Sad chained to the wall.
The house was quiet, for the moment. Suddenly a scream rang through the halls, but no one heard. It was almost as if the scream didn't exist. A small boy ran through the hall. "No, go away! Leave me alone!" he cried. He crawled under a nearby table and hid in the darkness, shaking. Blood stained his silver hair. His body was wrapped in ragged bandages. A tall, dark figure walked through the hallway and reached under the table, pulling out the boy. The boy's dark eyes flooded with tears. The tall figure smiled. "Trying to run away? I won't let you!" He said as he threw the boy across the room. The boy hit the wall with a loud thud and fell to the floor, whimpering in pain. The dark man stood over him, grinning. He pulled a gun out of his pocket and aimed it at the boy. The shot rang through the hall. Strong Sad woke with a start, a cold sweat dripping down his face. He fell back onto his bed, and ran a hand through his silver hair. "It was only a dream." he whispered to himself, "Another dream from my childhood." He got up from his bed and walked out of his room. "And where do you think you're going?" a voice said. Strong Sad's eyes grew wide. He was face to face with his brother. His brother smiled and brushed his blue hair out of his face. "Out of bed again? Oh, we can't have that!" he said in a cold voice. He grabbed his little brother's wrist and dragged him into a room. He chained his brother's wrists to the wall and slipped on a pair of metal gloves that he saved for these occasions. "Oh, God, no. Not again." Strong Sad said, pure fear in his voice. His brother just smiled evily and hit his brother hard in the stomach. Strong Sad coughed blood. His brother just grinned even wider as his blows grew harder and harder. "I won't stop until you cry!" he yelled, "Cry like the fucking baby you are!"Strong Sad tried to stop the tears, he tried to keep his brother from getting the satisfaction, but the pain was too great. A single tear slid down his face, mingling with the blood. His brother smiled widely and stopped the blows, and left, leaving Strong Sad chained to the wall.