Hey guys, what's up. So I know you all were probably looking for The Editor update, but well, inspiration hit for The Witness instead of for the next chapter for The Editor. Sorry, my brain works in weird ways. I'll try to have the next chapter of The Editor posted by the end of the week so please be patient with me. This chapter takes place the day after the fight Yokozawa had with Onodera in The Editor. In fact it is the same day as when Onodera is released from jail and decides he wants to live his life to his own satisfaction.

Anywho,

I do not own Sekaiich Hatsukoi.

They were celebrating. Exams were finally over for their first year in college. Their fake ID's had gotten them into the bar where the DJ was on fire. Everything was awesome… and Yokozawa felt miserable. Not an hour before, did his parents finally break the news that his maternal grandmother had not only been hospitalized during his exams, but had passed away a full day and a half ago. Yokozawa had always been closest with her and he hadn't even gone and seen her in her last few days because his parents wanted him to focus on his exams. They'd told him that that was what his grandma had wanted as well, believing she would be well in a few days… but now… she was just gone. Yokozawa did not feel like celebrating.

He took a swig of the cocktail he drinking and leaned over to Takano, "Hey, I need some air so I'm going to head out for a minute."

"You okay," Takano asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." With that Yokozawa stood up and made his way out of the club. It was quiet outside even though the street was reasonably busy with foot traffic. Maybe it was because of the brisk cool wind of the Spring evening. Yokozawa took a deep breath. The cool air seemed to clear his head. He would miss his grandmother terribly but at least he'd get to say goodbye at the funeral. "She'd be proud to know I got a part time job at a publishing company. Maybe that's what I should do… live to make her and her memory proud," Yokozawa thought with a sigh.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME," a woman's scream suddenly rang out. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Yokozawa's body unconsciously moved to where the scream seemed to come from. It was an alleyway, filled with trash, beer bottles, condoms, cigarette butts, and the putrid smell of rotting food from the dumpsters. But none of that matter as Yokozawa moved into the alley. There was a man behind one of the dumpsters, seemingly bent over.

"Hey," Yokozawa yelled, "What the hell's going on?" The man looked up directly at Yokozawa. The face he wore chilled Yokozawa to his bones. The man had cold, coal black eyes, framed by reddish brown hair. His nose was crooked, as if it had been broken when he was younger and had never been properly set. His thin lips pulled back over his gleaming teeth in a sneer. His right canine tooth looked to be made of gold. He wore dark clothing and a black leather jacket. He rose to his full height of 175cm and looked to be between 75 to 85 kilograms.

The man quickly turned away from Yokozawa running the opposite way down the alley. Yokozawa could only stand and watch the retreating figure as if he was frozen to the spot. He didn't even realize though, that his head had turned to where the man had been bent over. There looked to be a pool of some kind of liquid and within the liquid there was a knife. The cold steel didn't glint in the moonlight though, as it too was covered with the liquid. However, Yokozawa couldn't be bothered with any of that.

No, what bother Yokozawa was the pair of women's heels that were still attached to the legs that weren't moving. Yokozawa finally found his voice as he breathily called, "Hello?" The legs didn't even seem to twitch.

Yokozawa cautiously took a step forward but still no movement from the legs. He made his way over to the dumpster, pausing just before the corner to take a breath and try and find his courage. The legs still had not moved and their stillness truly unnerved him and the darkness within the alley was not helping him either. He turned the corner, hand resting on the lid of the dumpster. The legs were attached to skirt, which was attached to a topless… mannequin. Yokozawa took a breath before chuckling lightly at his own unwarranted fear.

He moved his hand away from the dumpster to rub his forehead, "What an idiot, to be scared of a mannequin. Seriously? Maybe I've been watching to many movies. What the fuck," he chuckled again. However, the chuckled was short lived as he felt liquid on his fingers fall and a sticky substance residing on the places where he had touched his face. He looked down at the knife…

Bending down, he touched the liquid. It was the same sticking substance he had been feeling. He brought his forefinger and thumb closer to his face. In the dim moonlight, he could make out a dark red color. He felt a cold sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked up at the dumpster to where his hand had been. The red liquid was there as well, as if something had been dragged against it. Yokozawa stood up. His breathing was thundering in his ears as he placed his hand against the lid of the dumpster. His heart was beating erratically as if it would either beat out of his chest or give him a heart attack at any second. He lifted the lid of the dumpster.

"Help me," came a faint whisper.

Yokozawa woke with a start. It had been a while since he had dreamed of that night. With his head pounding Yokozawa decided to blame it on all the alcohol he had consumed the night before.

With a start, the first thing he noticed was that he was completely naked. The next was that he was in an unfamiliar room. And finally, he noticed the foreign muscled arm haphazardly draped arm his shoulder and across his chest. He almost didn't want to look to see what he knew would be laying beside him. Still, Yokozawa's eyes traveled up the arm and he turned to see… a man that looked a lot like Masamune.

Yokozawa could only think one word for this, "Shit!"

As Yokozawa further examined the room he was in, he realized it was a hotel, or more specifically it was a love hotel for a certain fetish. That's when he noticed the thing he should have noticed from the start: he was handcuffed to the bed.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHERE'S THE GODDAMN KEY? GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Yokozawa was wildly looking around for where the key might be, except it wasn't on the nightstand. He was now praying that it wasn't on the floor where he couldn't reach it. That's when he turned and noticed that the man had a necklace on. Yokozawa's eyes traveled down the chain, to the man's well-muscled chest and saw the key hanging there unassumingly.

Yokozawa was stunned. With both arms handcuffed to the bed, he had been planning on using his feet to get the key off the nightstand if it had been there. But on another person? There was no way he could get it without disturbing the stranger.

"What am I going to do? Shit! How drunk did I get last night? I would never normally do something like this!" Yokozawa started to freak out. He glanced at his wrist to see that there were bruises from where he'd obviously struggled with the cuffs the night before. No matter what, he had to get out of this situation. He squeezed his eyes shut as he decided on the course of action he would take.

As quietly as possible, he leaned toward the man's chest and opened his mouth. Using his tongue, he picked up the key and closed his teeth around it. He raised his head and lifted his body as he tried to pull the necklace away from the man.

That's when the man smiled. "Are you so eager to be punished again that you're hoping an attempted escape will rouse my sadistic tendencies? Well, congratulations. You're correct!" The man's eyes flew open as he quickly turned his body and straddled Yokozawa before descending his mouth on Yokozawa's lips and biting Yokozawa's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

"STOP," Yokozawa cried.

"Oh no, I think not. Naughty children deserved to be punished. But clearly I was too gentle last night. I won't make that mistake again." The man smiled as he leaned down, getting ready for round 2, but this time Yokozawa was ready for him. He violently jerked his head up and head butted the man's nose. "OWWWW," the man cried as he pulled away and climbed off of Yokozawa, What the fuck? I'm bleeding asshole!"

"Serves you right," Yokozawa bit back. "Now uncuff me dumbass!"

"Okay, okay, okay, geez!" The man griped as he removed the key and quickly did as Yokozawa asked. As soon as Yokozawa was freed, he stood up and grabbed his clothes and made record time getting dressed. "Geez, what is your problem, last night you said you wanted to be taught a lesson you'd never forget. Now your acting as if you have worms or something."

"Really? I said that? I really said that," Yokozawa seethed.

"Well… I guess you could have also said you had been taught a lesson you'd never forget… It was really hard to understand what the hell you were saying because you were so drunk. But hey, we really had fun and you seemed to enjoy it so stop acting like that."

"Fuck off." Yokozawa stood and exited the room, the man closely following.

"Come on, let's exchange numbers. We're really compatible and the sex was great."

"I'M NOT GAY," Yokozawa cried.

"Sure, you keep telling yourself that," the man smirked.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE," Yokozawa yelled over his shoulder as he exited the hotel. He turned to stomp away only to walk straight into someone and fall on his ass. "Ow, the fuck."

"Yokozawa san," questioned the familiar voice in front of him. Yokozawa's eyes trailed up the tall figure to see someone he'd seen very recently at the company.

"Kirishima san? What are you doing here?" However, before Kirishima could answer, the man caught up to where they were.

"Hey, who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing with my fuck?" The man yelled as he rushed forward to push Kirishima. Kirishima though, was not taking any shit and simply bent down at the waist and flipped the man over his back.

The man laid there stunned as Kirishima reached down and grabbed the man's phone and wallet. "I do believe you should leave Mr." Kirsishima paused to look through the man's wallet, "Keiichi Masahiro. Especially before I call the cops." Already, Kirishima's fingers were moving over the man's phone as Kirishima tossed the wallet back at Keiichi.

Keiichi quickly stood and turned and ran away leaving his phone, Kirishima, and Yokozawa behind. Yokozawa, finally regaining his head, stood up, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Is that anyway to say thank you to the guy that just saved you," Kirishima quipped with a smile. "Still, who'd have thought that the Wild Horse of Marukawa was gay and liked to frequent S&M hotels?"

"I'M NOT GAY! And I don't frequent S&M hotels. I've never done any of that shit in my entire life!"

"Says the guy with bruises on his wrists and a bleeding lip as well as several other injuries. Seriously you look like you were in a fight. What, did you and your boyfriend get into a fight?"

Yokozawa was beet red. He'd forgot about the injuries he's received during his fight with Onodera the day before. It really must look like he was into S&M. However, his pride could not stand for something like any of this or that. Yokozawa balled up his fist and threw a punch.

Kirishima though, with a smile, sidestepped the punch before quickly grabbing Yokozawa's arm, spinning him round and pinning him against the wall, all while still musing through Keiichi's forgotten phone.

"Let me go asshole," Yokozawa yelled as he struggle to break free from the iron grip. However, Kirishima still didn't say anything until…

"OH, ho, ho, ho. Hello," he grinned.

"Let go!"

"You're really quite lewd aren't you?"

"What?"

"Just these pictures… wow. I didn't think you were that flexible. How'd you even get into that position."

"What are you talking about."

"This is just to impressive, and send."

"Send? Send? Send to whom? What are you doing? Let go! Who'd you send these photos too?"

"Myself of course. This is all just way to golden, I've got to have a copy," Kirishima grinned as he let go of Yokozawa.

"Delete them!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Kirishima grinned as he monkeyed with the phone before tossing it to Yokozawa. "There the photos are deleted, you can check."

"Delete the photos you sent yourself now too."

"Can't."

"What?"

"I don't have my phone with me and even if I did I wouldn't want too."

"What?"

"You know for an adult you're not terribly bright." Yokozawa blinked. "You're starting to be blackmailed," Kirishima slowly spelled it out. Yokozawa's eyes bulged as he stared at Kirishima who was grinning ear to ear. "Well, now that we have all that cleared up, I really must be going. Grocery shopping you know. Ta, ta, Yokozawa san. I'll be seeing you really soon." Kirishima laughed as he turned and walked away.

"… What the fuck just happened?"

Hey guys, so I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and that it sparked your interest for what will happen :-D I haven't decided if this will remain rated T. I may move if up to M depending on how graphic I want to be with... For now it will be rated T.