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Warning: Mild Rape, Sexual Harassment, Language, and Yaoi!

A Little More Action

Chapter One: Not Worth Dying For

I looked around my room trying to listen for the quite footsteps that always came around this time. I turned my back to the door and soon after heard the presence of someone else in my room. I dreaded these moments, the moments where I would be violated and demeaned. It's not like I wanted this to go on. I was alone and desperate for someone to clothe and feed me. My parents were killed approximately three years ago by The Noah. The Noah was a small organization that my parents unfortunately owed money to during that time. When killing them they burned the whole house, and everything inside it. That day I would come home from school to find everything in ashes. No one wanted to house a kid that was involved with the Noah so I lived on the streets for about a month watching the rich ungrateful douches walk by me and only offering me their pity. A fifteen year old boy alone by himself, and nobody even bothered to ask if I needed help.

At the end of that horrid month a familiar face came to my rescue, or so I thought, he offered me a home. In disbelief I wondered why he didn't ask for anything in return. When he brought me into his home he finally told me his name…Tyki Mikk. I quickly recalled his name being mentioned. It was a name I once heard my father say when speaking of The Noah.

"I can tell you remember me", Tyki laughed. It was a misleading laugh.

I stood there thinking to myself if I should leave. He was a man who had killed my parents. But this would be the only home I could get. I don't think I could survive another month of starvation. No I..

"Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you. My days of The Noah are behind me. I had no idea your father had a son. I only wish to offer you a home. Since it's partly my fault you're on the streets anyway." He grinned and started to tour me around the mansion. He had heard from being in the Noah that my father actually had a son but the Noah never got to kill him. Listening to the description of me, and maybe some pictures, he recognized me when he saw me on the streets.

After two week of being there, I finally realized it was too good to be true. That night was the first time I heard those dreadful footsteps approach my room at such a late hour. It was the first night he demanded compensation from me. And ever since then I've been hearing those footsteps.

Feeling the weight of the bed sink to one side, I snapped back to present time. I pulled my blanket over my head, hoping he would understand that I was tired and just leave. Of course he didn't though. This sex craved perverted pedophile always got what he wanted.

"Aww come on Kanda-kun," He yanked my blankets off my body. He grabbed my fucking shoulders forcing me to face him as he laid me on my back.

He kissed my chest up and down before pressing his hard on against my groin. I let out a small gasp for I knew it was coming.

"Simply delicious," he said while licking his lips. He quickly smashed his lips onto my smaller ones. I tried to keep my mouth shut but Tyki wasn't having that and proceeded to bite my lower lip drawing blood. I opened my mouth out of pain and he continued to invade my mouth with his disgusting tongue. He moaned into the kiss and started to undress the rest of my clothes. I was only wearing simple pajama pants so it didn't take long before I was completely naked. He smiled as he stood up a bit enjoying the view. I turned away trying not to look into those demonic eyes. He laughed and then I heard the awful noise of his pants coming undone. I tried not to cry again because it would only make his release come slower.

"Do you really enjoy raping a seventeen year old boy, you fuck face?" Kanda exhaled, breathing a bit harshly now. Tyki just smirked at the childish remark.

"Insulting me will get you nothing accept a punishment."

"There's nothing you haven't done to me that will hurt more then the shame you put upon me. You sicken me." I replied harshly spitting in his face. He stopped for a moment as if surprised I did that but then laughed more as he lifted my legs up to his shoulders. One leg on either side of him, he was positioning himself. That's when I realized...

"I'm not going to prepare you, ungrateful slut."

His cock slammed into my ass and I screamed in pain. Of course the motherfucker didn't even wait for me to adjust to him penetrating me, he soon pulled his cock back out and slammed right back in.

"Fuck stop! It hurts!" I yelled out to him grabbing his shoulders in pain as he continued to thrust inside me. I could feel him ripping apart my insides each time he slammed inside me. I knew blood would begin pouring out soon; he was taking me dry after all...

"I love how your body has curves in all the right places but yet you still represent a drop dead sexy boy~" He hissed as he wrapped a hand around my cock forcing me to become hard.

"Ah! Stop!" I screamed out feeling shame creep up my back. He started to stroke me fast and hard. Once he knew I was 'hard' enough he let go, grabbing my hips with his hands digging his nails into my skin and actually cutting through, I then screamed again. He held me with a tight grip and started roughly just pounding into me. I felt blood trickle down my ass and thighs.

"Your face is so beautiful it makes me want to come." He grinned going faster if that was even possible. I cried letting the tears slide down my face as I looked at the wall. It burned and hurt so much. I told myself I wasn't going to cry but, was this the life I really wanted? Being raped almost every week for the rest of my life? I mean for Christ's sake I was supposed to be badass Kanda Yuu. I couldn't live like this any longer; I had to do something soon. I was gripping the sheets that were under me because the pain was starting too intense more, I knew he was almost finished.

"Look at me." He commended still thrusting in. I could feel myself tightening around him.

"F-fuck you..." I barely made out feeling as if going to pass out. He made a sort of grunting sound and stopped thrusting for a minute. My eyes opened and I thought 'Is it over?...' No it actually only got worse. He left his cock inside me and brought his fingers to my ass and forced in his finger even though he was already big enough to fill me, I don't even know how it was possible to even stick more things inside me without having severe injuries. I screamed loud, and I mean LOUD.

"Okay! Stop! Please just stop!" I begged crying harder feeling myself being ripped apart as he pulled his fingers out.

"That defiantly hurt you more then me. Besides why are you crying? You heal so fast, you won't even notice it tomorrow." He smiled and started thrusting again knowing there was even more blood then before. He grunted and knowing he would cum soon.

"No..not inside..Don't come inside." I begged him. He would only laugh and he thrust up all the way deep inside me. He was shuddering from the pure pleasure flooding throughout his body. I looked at the sick bastards face, and saw the sick smile he had while looking down at me. He moaned as he released himself deep inside me. I screamed feeling disgusted as it shot up through me. I didn't want any part of him inside me. He pulled himself out and stood up grabbing the discarded blanket on the floor cleaning himself off with it, adjusting his clothes. He looked at me chuckling and said,

"You left quite a mess; I didn't think you would bleed so much. Do me a favor and clean the mess." He then walked to the door, leaving my room I hope, but before he left he left he stated

"Next time you disobey me, it surely won't be as 'pleasant' as this time whore."

Then he was gone. He left me there covered in a mixture of his cum and my blood. I lay there dirty and tired, crying silent tears hoping that tomorrow would be better. Maybe Tyki was right… maybe I truly was a slut.

~^.^.^.^.^.^~

I awoke that morning to the sun shining through my window. I still laid there sore and covered in last night's mess. That's enough! Last night was the last night I would allow myself to be taken advantage of. I carried myself of my bed and limped helplessly to my bathroom. I turned on the hot shower and stepped inside. The water felt good on my body but stung when the water made its way past my lower region. I washed all the blood and cum off myself very carefully. I felt disgusted with myself as I felt it drip out and down my thighs. I'm glad, the pain was slowly starting to fade.

As soon as my shower was done I dressed myself in comfortable black pants, and a tight gray shirt. Being stubborn as I was, I didn't dare take anymore of the stuff that he gave me, in my mind it was like taking a part of him with me. I tied my long black hair in a pony tail and grabbed the very few money that I had. Only one thousand yen (about ten dollars). Tyki didn't see the point in giving me money since he supplied all my necessities anyways.

I pushed open the window in my room and threw myself out, legs first. I didn't worry about hurting myself. At the age of nine my father enrolled me in Jujutsu and sword fighting classes; of course I had to stop learning when they fucking died! I hit the floor with my legs slightly bent, catching the weight of the impact. I stood on my feet looking around at the outside and laughed a little bit at how little security there was. I looked back at the house to make sure Tyki wasn't anywhere near.

Once I knew it was clear I walked into the forest heading to the city. It was about seven in the morning, and the trees around me were swaying slightly. As I walked and walked I noticed a tree had been cut down, I saw a shiny metal object sticking out of the tree bark. I walked remotely closer and made out what looked to be a sword. My eyes lit up immediately and I ran over to the sword. What a freaking break through! It's as if god is finally feeling bad for me. Someone had left a perfectly well conditioned sword. As I pulled it out of the tree it almost seemed new, it was so shiny and believe it or not it was an official samurai sword. I could actually use this to my advantage, at least I now had something to protect myself, that solved one problem. As I examined the sword more closely I saw the Japanese symbols that spelled out 'Mugen'..Strange I thought.

"Well since I'm not in a rush anymore I think I'll have a little fun. Che' it's not like I have anything to do anymore," I said to myself as I grabbed the sword with a pretty good grip and I just..started to swing it around. I slashed trees, cut vines, killed plants, I was having so much fun I felt like a kid again! The actual only times I was happy. I chuckled and closed my eyes remembering how I used to practice with a ribbon around my eyes, giving myself more of a challenge. As my eyes were closed and as my memory was wondering through my head I didn't even become aware of another presence close by. Very close by.

"Hey watch out!" a male voice yelled.

I snapped my eyes open and saw a white haired man that had his arms blocking his face. Fucking shit! Why couldn't people just leave him alone? I was having the freaking time of my life and some wanna-be emo clown comes and messes it up. Well it was too late to stop now, I ended up slashing the guy's chest, I did stop though...The injury wasn't that bad, I mean he was bleeding but not enough for him to die, just a little man fell onto the ground and hissed in pain and then looked up at me, as if waiting for an explanation or an apology. Hell as if I was going to give him either, asshole was in MY way. I looked down at him debating whether or not to help him up. I offered my hand to him and the man smiled as he reached for my hand. As he was about to grab hold of my hand, my hand went from being outstretched to flipping him off, then running off into the woods again. I heard the low rumbling of the man cussing behind me. I laughed loud to make sure he could hear me.

As I walked through the woods again I couldn't get the man's face out of my head. Now just because he had white doesn't mean he was old, he actually looked like he was in his early 20's. I really had no idea why he had white hair though, I mean who the fuck has white hair? I remember the man having some kind of scar on his face; it went from one side of his forehead to down to his cheek. It was very red too, his eyes were also grey. His clothes were normal, he was wearing a buttoned down black shirt and regular black pants. That man had to be emo. I grinned to myself as I walked towards my destination, which was the small town that was pretty close by.

Of course I really had nowhere to go, I just abandoned my only 'home'. I guess it was back to living on the streets and starving for food. I walked into town with 'Mugen' still with me by my side. I simply looked for an alley way I could hide in till I could get a job. People wouldn't hire me when I was fifteen because I wasn't eighteen yet so in about a month I would actually turn eighteen, then I could finally get some real money. As I walked I did end up finding a small ally that seemed 'clean' enough, oh well, I had nothing else to lose. All I owned was a fancy sword and 1000 yen. This was pretty much nothing if I was going to live on my own.

~^.^.^.^.^.^~

It had been a week and a half since I've been on the streets. I remember as if it was back to when I was fifteen. All the same fucking rich people still passed by only offering me there pity, not even fucking bothering to ask me if I was okay. I was alone, bored, and dirty. I really needed to search for some kind of shower soon..I was so fucking hungry too. I haven't had a decent meal in three days. I was starving and desperate. I needed some food. Then my eyes widened as I saw a helpless old women on the streets coming out of a corner store. How could I not have realized it earlier! I should start stealing! It was the only way to survive and I was not ready to die now. I got up from the floor, my clothes ripped and dirty from previous actions... I grabbed Mugen and slowly walked up behind the elderly woman and held the sword to her throat.

"Just hand over the purse and I won't slice up your throat." I said, and what do ya know, she fucking screamed her lungs out and through her purse onto the floor. I groaned in annoyance 'she just had to fucking scream...now people are staring and starting to come over.

"Its time to leave." I said to myself as I bent down picking up the purse and running before anyone could stop me. The damn woman just stood there standing and crying, what a coward..

As I ran and turned the corner I looked back to make sure no one was following, I was hoping no idiot was playing 'hero' today and would try and stop me. If the idiot tried I would have to use Mugen, I wasn't afraid to use it anyway. Life or death.. Once again not even paying attention I bumped hard into a man's chest. As I backed away a bit I noticed this man had my wrist in his hands. I looked up wondering who the fuck would even TOUCH me, ready to kill this man for even stopping me! I looked up and my eyes widened as I saw who it was.

"Well well well, if it isn't the ass face that interrupted my playtime." I said looking him in the eyes. The strange looking man looked a little annoyed actually.

"Me an ass face? You're the one that freakin slashed my chest not even bothering to apologize or see if I was okay! Actually all you did was trick me and flip me off! Then you laughed in my face!" The man said raising his voice a bit. I just looked away struggling a bit to get out of his grip.

"Oh you heard that?" I commented being a bigger ass then I already was. The man just looked at me with a straight face, he looked like he was about to say something but stopped for a man had yelled..

"Hey! I think he went this way!"

The white haired man only looked at me and examined the purse in my hand. It only took him a few seconds to put things together.

"You are such an asshole! How dare you steal a lady's purse! You know what? You're the ass face!" The white haired yelled tightening his grip on my wrist. I just huffed and said

"Will you just let me go? I'm fucking starving and I don't have the want to go to jail anytime soon." I started struggling harder when I heard footsteps coming closer. The man seemed to stop and let out a sigh.

"You're coming with me" he said pulling me in the opposite direction not even loosening his grip on bit. I looked up at him in surprise and anger. I used my strength to pull both of us to a halt. He turned around to say something but I cut him off.

"Fuck no. HELL NO. You think I'm going to go with you? You are sadly mistaken. For all I know you could be a fucking rapist. Or even kill me. I don't fucking think so." I said angrily stepping my foot down so I couldn't move. He groaned and looked at me.

"I don't even know where the hell you got that from, but you know what? Fine! Stay on the streets and starve for the rest of your life!" The man yelled but yet, but he didn't let go of me.

"I don't even know who you are or your fucking name and you expect me to come with you?"

"….Shut up, you need help and I can't just leave you here on the streets to starve knowing you'll die." The man spoke releasing my wrist. But just as I was about to make a run for it the perverted freak picked me up by the waist and through me over his shoulder still holding onto my waist, accept with only one hand this time.

"Are you fucking shitting me? Fucking put me down! I'm not a stupid little kid!" I yelled at him banging my hands on his back.

"No you're not a stupid little kid; you're a stupid little teenager." I struggled once more but then just stopped, I had already hurt him once. I didn't want to hurt him again. Plus he took Mugen out of my hand. Jeez who knew this freak was so strong?

"Are you done?" he asked. I grunted as a response and continued to keep quite. The man smiled then said...

"My name is Allen Walker by the way." 'So Allen was his name...interesting. 'Allen kind of looked at me as if waiting for a response. 'Does he expect me to tell him my name now?' I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Kanda Yuu, and if you ever fucking call me by my first name Ill fucking cut your balls off." I threatened.

"You sure do cuss a lot." Allen laughed.

A/N: Story written by Natalie and Faith.

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