This fanfic has a lot of OCs just so ya know and it mainly focuses on Matt and Near.

Mello is not in this fanfic, so erase whatever thoughts you have that he would be. I just couldn't fit him in.

Sorry Mello fans!

Anywayz, I thought of this like early in the morning after having a weird dream about cats and dogs sword fighting with Matt and Near, but ya probably don't wanna know about that! This is rated M cause I didn't really think it was a T due to language and violence.

No lemon, sorry about that too!

Expect me to update some of my other fanfics today.

And pwease R&R!

~Luv yours truly, Fairylust~

;^P


Nate sat in the kitchen chair feeling nervous. The blonde pacing before him seemed quite livid. Nate twirled a lock of hair around his index finger calming himself, momentarily. Nate River also known as Near by his friend, was a fourteen year old albino with curly white hair and really pale skin, with gray eyes, instead of red or pink. He wore a white pajama top with faded jeans and white socks.

He was normally blank, and completely silent, but that morning was different.

He'd gotten into trouble and was paying the consequences.

His boyfriend Michael Grey, who had short blonde hair with cold sapphire eyes and tanned skin was less than pleased with him. A fist landed heavily on the table. His calmness was rapidly abandoning him. The blonde wanted answers, he wanted answers really fast. Answers that Nate didn't feel like giving him.

Would he actually kill me? Nate wondered. No, he couldn't or could he?

If Nate didn't give Michael those answers, then what'd happen? Nate knew what'd happen. He'd be seen by one of the people in town or his friend and asked why he had a cut cheek or why he had such a small lump on his forehead, something like that. Those questions weren't allowable they couldn't be answered. The answers always had to be lies. Nate swallowed as the fist slammed onto the table's wooden surface again.

"Tell me!" the blonde shouted. "Why were you outside after I told you to stay here? I told you I'd be speaking with some friends of mine, and you know what they asked me Nate? You know what they asked me?"

Nate was afraid to answer, but knew he had no choice.

Nate shook his head.

"They gave you one or two glances and asked me if I was taking care of you right! Do you believe that, Nate? It pissed me off! Tell me Nate don't I do my best to care for you? Huh? Do I?"

"Y-yes." The boy lied.

"Fuckin right I do," he growled. "Nate, do you love that Mail character?"

"Mail wasn't here when-"

"Don't fucking lie to me!" Michael shouted. "I saw him with you! You were both talking and talking and talking…you laughed…he smiled…and don't think for a damn second that I missed those big, puppy dog eyes he kept giving you! Now, answer me, do you love him? If you lie I swear to God I'll fuck you raw."

"N-no." Near said quietly. "I do not love Mail."

Of course it was a lie.

"Why are you around him so much then?" snarled the blonde. "Some of my friends say that they've seen you with him near the lake in town! One of my friends said that you both went skinny dipping when he saw you two. Had sex while you swam. Is that true?"

"No, Mail and I…w-we're acquaintances…we'd never-"

"Acquaintances?"

"Yes. I have no feelings for Mail, but Mail likes me, he says I'm-"

"What? Beautiful? Smart? Sexy? Funny? Amazing?"

"Yes."

"None of it's true, Nate, none of it!" Mihael looked ready to kill someone. "He's a liar and lies to you when he tells you those things. None of those things are true! You're not beautiful, or smart. You aren't at all sexy and are hardly amusing. You're not special, not at all amazing at anything! He's filling your head with lies, Nate. That Mail Jeevas has always been a liar. If you weren't so stupid you'd know that!"

"I know M-Mail is a liar." Nate lied quietly. "I know that Michael is right. I am none of those things and never will be."

"That's right, but moving on to another subject, do you obey me, Nate?"

"Yes."

"Then why'd you disobey that order I gave you?" he shouted. His face was redder than a tomato from his anger. Nate stared at his hands feeling his eyes water up. "You stupid cocksucking twit!" the blonde shouted slamming his fist on the tabletop again. Nate winced as if he'd been hit. The blonde looked at him waiting for an answer. He saw Nate was afraid and ready to cry and instantly sofened up for like a split second before turning angry and harsh again. "I'm sorry." Nate said quietly.

"I just wanted to see Michael's friends." he explained hoping his explanation would be good enough. "I don't get to see people very often, Michael. A-and m-my friend Ma…Mail…he wanted to speak with me. I l-like Ma-Mail and trust him, so we talked some. I did-didn't think it'd do any ha-harm."

"Damn, Mail to hell." Michael muttered bitterly as he paced the kitchen floor. "How about I let that Mail person rape you, would you feel like seeing him after that? Yeah, I'll tell him that my little slut-puppy is feeling horny so I decided to let him ride the horny little slut-puppy. Would that make you wanna talk to him, Nate? If he thrust in and out of you until you bled? If he made you whimper and beg? Would you wanna talk with him at all?"

Nate winced and whimpered quietly.

"Or how about I save the trouble of him seeing your ugly, bare body and just kill you? Would you like that? Would that make you happy, Nate? If I just killed you? Or how about I kill Mail? You'd be happy then, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you, Nate? If Mail were dead?"

That struck a nerve in the poor little albino.

"No." the boy sobbed.

He held in the tears, but couldn't contain that single sob.

"Look, I'm sorry," Michael sighed giving the boy a sympathetic look. "Nate, I'm really sorry. Just come here so I can talk with you a beat."

"What?" the younger boy looked at Michael with wide, teary eyes. Fear gripped him along with worry. Did Michael truly intend to beat him? He'd never done that before. Maybe a shove or a kick…small scrapes, cuts and bruises were what Michael done to him, but never a real beating where there are fist sized bruises left behind or where he's in so much pain he needed to see a doctor. "What?" Michael asked narrowing his cold sapphire eyes. He saw the fear in Nate's eyes.

"You said 'talk with you a beat'…not bit…beat."

"Oh, sorry, darling, slip of the tongue, I just want to talk with you sweetie."

Nate gave a small smile that appeared sort of sad, yet happy at the same time. He stood up and he shuffled over to Michael like a dog that had just been beaten by his master and was begging for forgiveness. The blonde smiled as he gently caressed his cheek. Michael saw the tears brimming Nate's eyes even before he threw the first blow.

A squeal of pain echoed in the kitchen as the boy was hit several times, then pinned against the wall. He was verbally abused until his lover's rage diminished. Afterwards, he lay on the kitchen floor seeing no reason in getting up. Nate hurt too much so he just lay there. Bloody, bruised and broken.

Sobbing he heard Michael leave.

Once the blonde came back around midnight he saw Nate was still on the floor he kicked him roughly and in some way he was glad when the boy started to whimper and cry and begged that the blonde not hurt him anymore. He hauled Nate to his feet and led him to his room. Seeing Nate in bed Michael was satisfied and went to his room to sleep. The routine wasn't normal, but he didn't give a damn. The next morning, the previous day seemed to repeat itself. So did the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that.

Nate didn't mind, but Michael did and wanted to mix things up a bit.

He left the house for a bit leaving Nate alone for exactly nine weeks knowing how it would torture his lover. The albino didn't like the loneliness he felt during Michael's absence. He could stand getting beaten and verbally abused every day.

It was the loneliness he couldn't stand the house was so quiet and empty feeling. Most of the days he was alone, but some days Mail visited him and that made him happy.

But mostly Nate kept in his room waiting, hoping that Michael would come walking into the house ready to speak with him some or show affection that would be followed up by a fierce beating. And one day that was exactly what happened. He was sitting in his corner when the blonde walked into the room with a jovial smirk.

Nate was ecstatic, but masked it with a vacant stare.

Michael kissed him, told him he was beautiful, promised not to harm him and then he beat Nate half to death before going to take a shower. He left larger-than-fist-sized bruises on the boy's chest and stomach, hickeys were on his throat, bite marks were visible on his shoulders and he tasted blood inside his mouth.

It hurt, hell, it was excruciatingly painful…Nate didn't care, though…he was just happy Michael was back home. He wasn't alone anymore.

The next morning Nate went out to visit Mail in his apartment. The redhead seemed in high spirits to see him, despite the bruises and lumps Nate had covering his body. Matt, as he was called by some of his friends, was concerned about his friend's wounds and questioned him about them. Nate saw no reason to hide the source of his injuries from Matt, he was trustworthy and kept secrets pretty well.

Especially when it was Nate's secret.

"Near," he said. That was the nickname he gave Nate when they were small children, because the little albino boy liked to follow him around and cling to him. Matt was his nickname, which was gave to him by himself so that both he and Near would have nicknames, he loved giving people nicknames. It seemed to be a general rule that whenever Near went to Matt he was Near, but when he was at home with Michael he was known as Nate, his real name, twenty-four-seven. "You can't let him beat on you like this, Near…it's not right!"

"I know, b-but I sort of…sort of…like it."

"You're a masochist?" Matt gasped snickering. "Damn, this is a newsflash I never saw coming!"

"No, I am not a masochist but…it's the only time…the only time Michael touches me…at all."

"You don't deserve it." Matt deadpanned.

"I don't mind the pain." Nate said quietly. "I love Michael, I really do."

"So it's better to love someone who hates you and beats you instead of-"

"Being alone."

"Let's talk about this some more." Matt said with a sad smile. "You know at the lake, I could really use a swim. And the water should really be soothing against your lumps and sore, aching muscles. Looks like Blondie beat you good. Seems he was trying to really hurt you this time and not just hurt you a little bit. Why'd he beat you this time, Near ? What'd the bastard say it was for this time, huh?"

"Not telling him hello for coming home." Near replied quietly. "He expected me to greet him and show affection, but when I saw him I was too frightened."

"Right…." Matt muttered clearly annoyed. "Blondie is so…." He let his voice trail off as he shook his head disapprovingly. Looking at the floor of his apartment scornfully he wondered how someone like Michael could ever be loved by a wonderful person like Near. The albino was beautiful and intelligent and he was so unselfish and kind. He would much rather be beaten to death rather than leave Michael's side.

Why?

Because the blonde was the first to love him and probably told him he was the only person who ever would. Matt hated Michael. The redhead was envious of Michael for one reason, and only one reason: he had Near.

The albino was his lover, yet he refused to touch the boy in anyway that didn't include beating him, oh yes, Matt was jealous. More jealous than he'd ever been in his entire life. He wanted Near as his. The boy was so beautiful, yet so delicate that the redhead knew he should be treated like a fragile glass angel. He just couldn't bring himself to tell Near how he felt, but decided that he should sooner rather than later. There was only one other problem that prevented him from having Near's affections…Michael was in the way.

The damn blonde was always in the way.

The damn blonde treated Near like he was trash. And part of Matt knew that Near believed that he was trash. The redhead knew Near deserved to be treated better and that was why he suggested swimming. He wanted some time alone with the albino. Time where he could be a bit perverted, yet truthful and get to see Near with his white pajama top off. Get to see the boy with his hair wet and sticking to his face…to see his skin glow faintly in the sunlight…to just see Near in all his beauty whilst they were together.

From the bottom of his heart Matt loved Near's small, thin body that appeared do fragile, yet so beautiful. He loved the boy's soft milky skin, silky white curls, blank gray eyes that were somehow curious with a hidden innocence; and Matt really liked the younger boy's individuality. Well, whatever trace of individuality he shown Matt liked. He (Matt) grabbed two towels and a change of clothes for them to swim in. He smiled to himself.

Everyone was at the lake on a hot day like that, but it was unusually cloudy and there was fog on the lake so nobody was within at least thirty feet of it.

Nobody, except for Matt and Near.

Wading into the cold water Matt watched Near from where he stood on the shore and laughed as the boy searched his surroundings before deciding to join him. He dipped his small, thin body down in the water letting the water go up past his mouth, so that it was only his nose and the upper part of his head showing above the water. Matt did the same and looked at Near thinking of all the reasons he was doing that. Swimming further out Matt let the water up to his chest. He called for Near to join him and without hesitation Near joined him.

"Ya like this?" Matt asked as he splashed Near.

The younger boy smiled back at him as he splashed his friend back. Matt felt as though he'd burst with joy, seeing the boy smile for once. "Yes." Near replied softly.

Matt stuck his tongue childishly out at Near, who splashed him with more water, giggling. It was lighthearted mirth that Matt was satisfied he could bring out of an abused individual like Near. It really made him happy to see the younger boy happy.

Laughing Matt ducked under the water and grabbed Near's ankle pulling him under too. Near was surprised as he faced Matt beneath the water. His locks of white hair floated up in almost every direction like Matt's red hair did. They went up for air after several seconds. Their hair stuck against their wet skin as they took air into their lungs.

Without thinking Matt pulled Near against his wet body and pressed his wet lips against Near's. He felt stupid for trying after a few moments, but when Near returned the kiss he felt rather confident. His tongue licked at Near's moist lips asking for permission to enter the albino's mouth, Near parted his lips, opening his mouth wide, allowing Matt's tongue into his mouth. Their tongues seduced each other as the kiss dragged out for what felt like hundreds of thousands of millions of minutes. Near moaned into Matt's mouth, making the redhead moan back as a response. Matt felt his heart flutter.

And then without warning Near shoved him away.

"What the fuck, Near?" Matt shouted surprised.

"W-we're not supposed to…we're just…Matt!" Near sputtered whilst the redhead glared at him. "Matt…we're just friends!"

"But sometimes friends become more than just friends."

"Mail," Near said sternly, "we can't be anything more than acquaintances."

"Look, Near, you might feel that way, but not me. I really love you, I mean it, I really do. You're like one of the first things on my mind every minute of every day. You're always in my mind! When I sleep you're there, when I'm awake you're there and I sometimes, you know, think about doing things to you. To make us both…happy."

Near felt his heart throb with pain upon hearing this.

"Matt, I like you I honestly do, but I can't be with you like that. I want to. But one way or another someone would stop it. Nobody around here really likes us, so nobody would want us to be happy, let alone together. Especially Michael. And if you get hurt, or killed because of me, Matt, I'll never be able to live with myself. Not ever."

"Near that's-"

"I'm going home. You can visit whenever you like, just please, don't try anything stupid. Keep to yourself and keep quiet. Nobody needs to know about any of this. But…I love Mail too…so Mail isn't the only person who wants me to leave Michael. I just don't have a choice in the matter. I'm so sorry, Matt."

"Be careful." Matt muttered watching as Near swam to shore and dried off. After drying off Near changed clothes and ran off towards home, where he'd be known as Nate.

I'm so stupid! Matt thought as the albino disappeared from his view.

"He's such a fragile creature." The redhead whispered floating on the water staring up at the sky. "Perhaps, I'll visit him sometime next week or maybe a few weeks after that. I don't know. I'll have to plan things out. Just to see how he's doing."

And I hope Blondie doesn't hurt Near for some lame reason.

Two days after that particular day, when Near came back home and was beaten for being late coming home, things changed. Things changed around the house a lot. The beatings, the fake affection, the verbal abuse, the pet names and threats stopped all together. Anyone would think that it was a good thing. Someone might say that it was fantastic.

But it was hell.

Michael ignored Nate's existence, not bothering to so much as look at him more than once or twice a day. Getting a look thrice a day was practically a miracle. Michael became inconsiderate to his friends, unpredictable, cagey and more violent than what he normally was. He didn't beat on Nate, or anyone else for that matter, but he slammed doors and broke chairs, yelled and cursed and smashed things. It seemed like the blonde was losing mind in the slowest, most painful way possible to Nate. It made him worry.

One afternoon when Michael failed to come home Nate figured he that he'd gone to see a doctor maybe a therapist, someone who could help him. But that thought was quickly disproved when he failed to come home after three days. He returned the fourth afternoon seeming to be really furious about something. Nate had no idea what about but just kept quiet. Something was different the albino could sense it. Something was very different.

The younger boy sat in the center of the living room clicking the pieces of a white puzzle together. Michael stomped into the room and glared at him. Nate inhaled deeply as he continued playing with his puzzle. A heartrending obscurity hung in the air. It was ending. Nate could sense it. The silence between them, the disregarding was ending as well. The beatings weren't going to start ever again Nate knew it.

And Michael knew it too.

Hurting and getting hurt…it was going to end soon.

The pain was going to end, yes, it was going to end sooner than what Nate expected it to. Simply by looking at Michael he could tell that the blonde was going to end their relationship. He was about to bring it all to a forceful conclusion. He couldn't figure out how he was going to do that, though, but he knew he was going find out soon.

"…Nate…." Michael said sounding rather quiet as well as potent.

"Yes?" Nate responded quietly.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes." He lied.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." He lied.

"Will you obey me?"

"Yes." He couldn't lie.

He had no choice but to obey or else he'd get beaten.

A warm, almost comforting hand was placed on Nate's shoulder.

This was it.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

He expected harsh, bad-tempered words, but instead Michael took on a soft, good-natured voice. "Are you finished with that puzzle?" he asked softly.

The last piece clicked into place.

"Yes." Nate replied. The elder boy took Nate's hand and kissed it.

The action made the younger boy's face flush. It also confused him, wasn't Michael about to tell him to get lost? To break up with him, what was going on inside that peculiar mind of his? Nate didn't think on it long.

Michael pulled him to his feet, more gently than he had ever been. Nate knew he could run. Knew he should run, but he didn't. He allowed the blonde to lead him up the stairs to his room. It was strange having the blonde stand in his room of pure white. The only part of the room, which wasn't white, was the floor and some of the furniture, like his bed sheets, which were a pale blue color. Michael closed the bedroom door behind him.

Nate moved over to the window in his room and looked out at the beautiful sunset, which was in the distance. It appeared so tranquil, so beautiful. Yet there was a sinister feeling along with its beauty. Nate felt it as Michael rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Do you like the view? It's beautiful."

"Yes, yes, it's beautiful, yet beauty can also be ugly under certain circumstances."

"Nate, that's your name, but I can't help wonder if…you like being called…Near more."

The albino tensed. "That is what Mail calls me and I call him Matt. There shouldn't be anything wrong with that. And if there is…it's none of Michael's concern."

"Feeling bold, bitch?" he hissed digging his nails into Nate's shoulders.

The boy gasped, then hissed with pain. He knew what he said was wrong. He knew that behavior wasn't acceptable to Michael. But Nate knew that what Matt had said was right. He didn't deserve to get beaten. He didn't deserve to be told he was worthless and stupid. If things between Michael and him were going to end he decided to put up a fight, before he left. He wasn't about to let Michael hurt him without a struggle.

But Nate wasn't one to start conflict so he turned and attempted to leave, but Michael grabbed his arm and held it firmly. "Where are you going?"

"To find Matt."

"Yeah, you love that bitchy cunt, don't you?"

"To be honest, yes, yes I do love Matt."

"Oh, and why does Mail love you so much, huh? Is because you had sex with the perverted son of a bitch or because of your pretty face? Hmm? Tell me?"

"It's none of your business!" Nate snapped jerking his arm away from the blonde. "I'm leaving, it's over between us, although I think you already know that." He turned on his heel intending to make a run for the door, but was momentarily frozen by Michael who exhaled loudly, angrily. "You're not leaving me, bitch!" he shouted angrily, before tackling Nate to the wooden floor.

They struggled on the floor until Michael got the albino in a headlock. Then he forced Nate to his feet and dragged him to the window. The boy clawed at Michael's arm, which pressed firmly against his throat. The blonde chuckled darkly as he looked out at the sunset. The orangey, pink light shone over the both of them. Nate whimpered shakily as Michael put a hand on his curls. He was being gentle, again and that meant bad news.

"Perhaps, Mail Jeevas…perhaps he loves your lovely little face…maybe he loves your body, as well, but if I were to destroy your beauty would he give a damn about you then? I don't think anyone will care about you after I'm done with you. After your beauty is gone Mail won't want anything to do with you. Because that's all that matters to your precious Mail, he just wants you for your looks, nothing else, nothing more than that."

"That's not true!" The boy protested weakly. "He loves me for me and no other reason!"

"Shut up!" the blonde hissed. "It's time for your beauty to disappear."

Michael was swift as he released the younger boy and grabbed his white locks in one hand. He shoved hard and smashed the window. A mixture of blood and glass fell to the ground below. Glass cut into his flesh causing a sharp pain to stab at his wound. Nate shrieked in agony as blood ran down the side of his face. He heard cruel and callous laughter come from Michael who slammed him into a wall and starting to strangle him. When he let go Nate gasped for air, holding his throat where it was bruising the fastest.

"Stop being such a pussy and stand up." The seventeen-year-old male ordered. His eyes flashed evilly for a second, then he "Now, Nate, go lay on the bed. If you don't I will kill Mail and then I will kill you after making you watch that pathetic wimp die."

Nate laid on his bed as instructed, but was very reluctant about it.

Michael left the room for at least five minutes before reappearing. A pair of handcuffs soon appeared from the blonde's back pocket not long after he returned. He handcuffed both of Nate's wrists to the iron bars of the bed's headboard. The albino looked at him with confusion and worry and a bit of fear. Michael smiled down at him, before giving a satisfied nod, and then left the room for a few minutes. He reappeared with a small box of matches, a large bucket of water, some gasoline, kerosene and an insane smile.

"Will Michael let me live?" Nate muttered more to himself than Michael.

The blonde didn't reply as he mixed the gasoline with the kerosene. He moved towards the helpless boy holding the mixture in a red container in one hand. Releasing one hand Michael gripped Nate's wrist firmly. "I love you." The blonde said smiling cruelly.

It was a lie, Near knew this, and shivered as he felt hands unbutton his pajama shirt. Soon it was ripped from his body and discarded in some corner of the room. After a few spare minutes the mixture of gasoline and kerosene was rubbed in certain places on Near's torso. The boy trembled feeling a sense of doom overtake him.

Then the matches came into the spot light. Near's eyes widened as he realized how his beauty was going to be 'stolen'. Whimpering he started to beg fir Michael to stop, but the elder refused. He was dead serious about this and wasn't going to stop for Near's sake.

An evil smirk played on Michael's lips.

"Stop! Please, don't!"

"Don't worry, Nate, I'll make sure you survive this, but by the time I am done with you you'll probably wish I hadn't."

A match was lit.

"No! Michael, please!"

A scream echoed throughout the old house.


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