crazy: Alright, I'm going to say this now, and I'll put it in bold especially for those people that are stupid and don't read the summary just cause it doesn't look pretty.

Warning: THIS IS SLASH, THAT MEANS YAOI, GAY, HOMOSEXUAL, OR BOYXBOY, IN OTHER WORDS, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

Ok, now you can't say I didn't warn you, so I don't want flames about how gay characters are gross just because you didn't read the frickin warning when I put it in both the summary and here and it was in bold, italic, and capital letters just for you.

And now, the following fanfiction you are about to enjoy includes the following, but not limited to, gay guys, theives, stolen art, girly boys, boyish girls, a zombie(?), some bible references, angst, cutting, and a snake.

I laid there in the grass, my heart hurting too much for it to be possible to still be alive, and yet, by some cruel twist of fate, I still was.

Tell me God, why do you hate me?

Why did you take the love of my life from me?

Why have you stolen my salvation?

Or was that just a passing fancy of yours, to play with my life?

Why did he die?

...:Two Months Later:...

'Wow, it looks just like back home, only he's not here.'

I looked around the over crowded airport, that reminded me so very much of New York, the apple of my eye, the city I was born and raised in, Mother, why did you send me to a country in which I don't even know the language?

Was my own mother's idiocy an example of what I would become in the near future, nah, I mean I skipped a grade level, I'm gonna be a high school freshman, again, when I'm fifteen, wait, shit, I'm going to be a freshmeat again, I didn't think this would happen.

I suddenly looked around, remembering I was supposed to be looking for a person that would be waiting for me, I was expecting a cardboard sign with my name on it that a hobo would be holding, so I was rather surprised to see a good looking blond holding the sign. I looked around, just to make sure it wasn't someone else for they were holding the sign, wait, who the heck would have such a weird name, really, was there even anyone else, in Japan at least, with that name?

I cautiously walked over to the blond, I was already shatting bricks, I mean weird country, new language to learn, people, metric system, having to learn how to drive on the left side of the road! It was amazing by itself that my sweaty palms didn't leave water trails behind them, and how dry a person's mouth could get so quickly.

"Hi, you must be Kushi Zhuul right?" the blond asked excitedly, to which I nodded my head, rather creeped out by the boy who was already avidly shaking my hand, but the only thought that really registered in my mind was how I hated my name, it was so, ugh, "I am Tamaki Suoh and, what is that?" he asked, pointing at something around my neck.

I poked abesently at what I thought he was pointing at, feeling cool, scaly skin run against the skin of my neck, it went through the sleeve of my jacket until it reached my hand, then curled around my wrist, I lowered the sleeve and saw my baby there, A'laa, a thankfully small, garden snake that I had saved from death at the hands of some neighborhood kids just the previous year, then he wouldn't stop tormenting the house, always finding some way to sneak in, and normally popping out where ever I was, although once he came out in the cereal that my mom had poured for herself one morning, that was a very happy morning, cause it was also the morning that my mom finally decided that I would be able to keep him, so long as he never appeared in her food again.

"A'laa." I answered, holding the, now fast asleep, snake out so the blond could touch his scales, he instead backed off and I shrugged my shoulders before peeling A'laa from my wrist and placing him around my neck, where he was most comfortable, once more.



"Well, since your a transfer student from America, you get to stay at my house while you attend school, and maybe you will go to my club." Tamaki said and babbled on and so forth about how he hoped we would get to know each other well and how he hoped I would also like his friends.

When we suddenly passed a reflective mirror, I stared at my reflection, black shoulder blade length hair kept in a loose, low set, ponytail, dark skin from my parents, we were an Arabic family, my name meant 'living happily' so why wasn't I, shabby clothing, which happened to be my favorite way to dress, comfort over formality as I said, the earrings that my father had bought for me at a pawn shop, the person had told him that they were real onyx, I wouldn't be surprised if they were fake, but I still liked the stud earrings, black rimmed glasses which were kept on my neck by a strap, in case they fell off my face and so I wouldn't lose them, and the glasses also helped to hide my eyes.

I had the eyes of my great, great, great, great, great grandfather, who was said to have been the King of Thieves, so in a way we were nobility, just not the revered and followed by the populace kind. I had also been told I had many other traits of his such as his having a snake for a companion, my feirce sense of justice, if I saw someone being bullied I just could not stop myself from taking the hits for them, or protecting them, my natural hightned senses, which were useful if my mom was coming to see if my room was clean or not, my strength, which normally came out only when I was most angry, and my name, his name was also Kushi, which makes me wonder what his name had been, 'Kushi the Living Happily', not too threatening.

"Kushi-san!"

I switched my head from the reflective window to the blond, well, I could be 'Kushi, the One Actracted to Reflective Surfaces' then I, oh so intelligently responded, "Huh?" really smart for a person with a 6.0 GPA to say.

"Why are you staring at the window?"

"Dunno." I responded after a short period of silence, then I went and walked ahead of him, I could already see the prejudice I would receive, for one, skin, two, smarts, and three, just plain inattentiveness, but I would have endured all that, if only so that he would not have died, that we could still be enjoying ourselves in Central Park, going to Greenwitch and making fun of the tourists, I wondered if at the end of his tunnel it really was just Jersey, or somplace entirely different.

...:Later:...

"Frap."

That was all I could say, I remembered how he used to laugh at what I would say instead of using curse words, but right now, if he was with me, I don't think even he would have laughed, cause it was a huge mansion I was staring at right now.

"I'm sorry you have to stay here with me at the second mansion, but it's just as nice as the first, I think, I've never been there, but my father tells me that it's nice too, although it is bigger." Tamaki said in response to my remark, he probably really wanted to ask what a frap was.

I stared at him in disbelief, this was the second mansion, they had more than one, and the first, was bigger, the closest I had ever gotten to see anything huge was the Central Museum, and this was bigger than that! I would love to see what they considered to be the shack among their homes.

"Ok." I responded, staring in disbelief once more at the huge mansion, which appearently wasn't even huge, I wondered what the school would look like.