Twisted Fate

Full Summary: What if it was Onodera's family that was falling apart? What if loving Takano was the only thing keeping him sane during his high school years? How will Onodera cope after their relationship falls apart and will they be able to get over the past and love each other again after being separated for 10 years? – Warning of violence, drugs, alcohol, sex, suicide and self-harm. – yeah…you've been warned.

Ah, also OOC, but then that's kind of given as their lives are completely different XD
but I will stick to their personalities as much as possible.

Also, Nowaki and Hiroki are in this so it's a little cross-over.

Enjoy! ^^

I'm rubbish at coming up with chapter titles so they're just gonna be chapter 1 etc :3

Please review because I would love to know what you all think ^^

Rated M just to be safe XD

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SEKAIICHI HATSUKOI OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

THE ONLY THING THAT IS MINE IS THE PLOT


Chapter 1

Lights flashed, music blared out the speakers and Onodera Ritsu threw his head back in ecstasy. He had lost count of the number of drinks he'd had, the number of pills that had been 'slipped' into his drinks, but he didn't care. He ground up against the nearest person and felt them pull him closer, through his blurry vision he saw it was a man much taller than him with blonde, sweaty locks sticking to his forehead and neck. Onodera wrapped his arms around the man's neck and danced like their bodies were glued together.

He felt himself being pulled off the dance floor and into a dark corner where drunk, wet lips immediately smothered his. Onodera allowed himself to be swept away by this man he'd only just met, finding the sensation not unpleasant. After all, he'd slept with many men, this was nothing new to him. He felt hot, sticky hands making their way up his top to fondle his nipples. He let out a moan and he man smiled, leaning in to his ear, "Want to take this somewhere more private?"

Onodera woke to find himself enclosed in someone's arms. He lifted his hand to try and rub away his pounding headache. Onodera turned his head to see the man wasn't as good-looking as he remembered him to be the night before, he pulled a face and slowly untangled himself. He'd become an expert at sneaking out of rooms before the other person woke up, he hated the morning after, it usually involved more sex and then getting left on his own sprawled on the bed. Quickly getting dressed and promising himself a shower when he got home, he was about to leave when the man's trousers on the floor caught his eye. He searched the pockets for a wallet and smiled, this guy was obviously quite rich. He took a wad of notes and tucked them in his jacket pocket before practically running out the room.

Onodera somehow managed to find his way back to his apartment, and as he struggled to get his keys out his pocket his neighbor, Nowaki, was just coming out of his apartment next door. Managing to free his keys, he now found it almost impossible to fit the key into the lock. He sighed in frustration and dropped the keys, "Damn it all." Onodera kicked his keys and heard a small chuckle to his right. He turned and was about to shout at the person, but realizing it was Nowaki, his anger died down a bit.

Nowaki took pity on his neighbor and picked up the keys, opening the door for him. "There you go. Try not to stay out too late next time, okay?"

Onodera waved away his concern before retrieving his keys and slamming his apartment door behind him. Nowaki had been kind enough to offer him a part-time job at the little flower shop around a month ago after finding Onodera collapsed outside his apartment. He didn't earn much but it was enough to get him by as the apartment was one of the cheapest you could get and he was hardly ever home so the utility bills didn't cost him much either.

Onodera threw off his shoes and trudged through the mess to the sofa that was covered in clothes, old instant ramen pots and empty alcohol bottles. He shoved it all off and sank into the sofa cushions, feeling an old spring under his thigh. He shifted uncomfortably as it dug into old wounds. After a few minutes of just staring into space he decided to keep to his promise and take a shower.

Onodera stripped himself of his clothes and climbed into the shower, not bothering about the temperature of the water. As he stood there he felt stings over his body, he looked down to see the cuts on his stomach had opened up a little, so had the ones on his arms. How rough had that guy been with him last night? His body was used to the intrusions so he felt no pain in that respect.

He stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, he glanced up at the mirror and made a disgusted face. He had lost so much weight that his cheeks looked hollow and he had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He leaned in closer and studied himself critically, he supposed he shouldn't have been so judgmental of the man he slept with last night, Onodera knew he wasn't much to look at. It always surprised him when no one made a comment about the scars and cuts that littered his body, but then no one ever really looked at him to be able to see them. He felt tears prick the corner of his eyes and he wiped them away quickly. With shaking hands, he slid the mirror across to show two shelves full of bottles and packets of all kinds of pills.

In his haste to get the ones he wanted, bottles and packets fell into the sink, making loud clinking noises that were too much for his headache. He poured a couple of anti-depressants into his palm and stared at them for a couple of seconds before shoving them in his mouth and swallowing without any water. He nearly choked but with the horrible feeling of them slowly sliding down his throat he managed to swallow them.

He put the bottle back on the shelf and carefully placed the others back before wandering out the bathroom and nudging different piles of clothes to find something decent to put on. He settled for a pair of dark blue slacks and a baggy white t-shirt. Just as he was pulling on the t-shirt there was a gentle knock on the door. Onodera frowned and began to towel dry his hair, attempting to ignore the constant knocking at the door. He led back on the sofa and put the towel over his eyes before trying to take a nap so he didn't have to feel the nausea that came after taking his pills.

Finally the knocking stopped, only to be followed by the sound of his door being opened. Onodera shot up and ran to the hallway, only to see Nowaki stepping in with an apologetic look on his face. "I got a spare key off the landlord a while ago. I've been worried about you recently."

Onodera nodded, not caring if it was Nowaki, and padded back to the sofa. This was only the second time Nowaki had been in the apartment and he saw that it was in a really bad state. He scrunched up his nose at the smell but made no comment as he knew it would hurt Onodera's feelings.

"Onodera-kun, I brought some food. You looked a little…ill this morning." Nowaki was fully aware of what Onodera got up to, it was hard not be after hearing everything that goes on through the thin walls.

"Thanks."

Nowaki smiled and made his way to the kitchen, trying not to fall over. "Ne, Onodera-kun, how about we tidy this up a bit?"
Onodera scanned his apartment and shrugged, "It'll only get messy again."

Nowaki put the bag of food on the side by the cooker and shrugged off his jacket, rolling up his sleeves. "Still, you can't live in a place like this Onodera-kun. I would let you stay at mine but-"

Onodera laughed and cut him off, "But you have a boyfriend, right? I can hear you through these walls. Seems you're not shy of the time of day, huh?"

Onodera felt a little mean for teasing the only person who had been nice to him, but he couldn't help it, his personality was twisted. Nowaki felt his cheeks getting a little hot, but ignored the comment and started to pick up dirty clothes. "My schedule and Hiro-san's schedule don't always match up."

"Hmm."

"Do you have anywhere we can put all the dirty clothes so we can clear some floor space?"
Onodera pointed to the door on his right, "Just put them on my bed." He followed Nowaki with his eyes and wondered why Nowaki even bothered being so nice to him, no one else bothered to put up with his nasty personality.

"Nowaki?"

"Hai?"

Onodera leaned on the doorframe of his room and ruffled his hair, feeling uncomfortable. "G-gomen."

Nowaki looked up, surprised at the sudden apology, "Eh? What for?"

Onodera shrugged and went to pick up some clothes, "Nothing."

Nowaki smiled and came over to pat Onodera on the shoulder, "Let's get this apartment cleaned up." Onodera nodded and threw the clothes he's picked up onto his bed, not liking the slightly hot feeling on his cheeks. Was he blushing? He quickly got to work on cleaning to hide his embarrassment. Nowaki glanced over at Onodera and smiled slightly, noticing the flushed cheeks of his neighbor.

It took most of the day to get the apartment clean and by that time Onodera felt exhausted. He fell back onto the sofa and felt something sticky on his stomach, he looked down to find a red stain in the middle. He placed his hand over it as Nowaki brought some iced tea over. "Thanks."

Onodera hoped Nowaki would leave soon so he could tend to his wounds. "Onodera-kun you're bleeding."

"Eh?"

He looked down to see the blood had expanded beyond the confines of his hand. Nowaki gently pulled Onodera's hand away, he'd treated Onodera's cuts many times after realizing what his neighbor did to himself. He knew he couldn't talk Onodera out of it, he just hoped that his treating them would help. "I'll go and get my first aid kit." Onodera simply nodded and stared hard at the now clean floor.

He placed his glass on the coffee table and pulled his shirt over his head, though he avoided looking down, he didn't want to see the ugliness of his scars then.

Nowaki came back in carrying a green box in one hand and a bowl of warm water in the other. He knelt down in front of Onodera and began to gently wash away the blood with a damp cloth. "Onodera-kun why do you do this to yourself?"

Nowaki knew he wouldn't get a reply so instead he sighed and cleaned up the wounds with disinfectant before putting plasters over the wounds. "Onodera-kun if you cut any deeper-"

Onodera stopped him talking by standing up and going over to his fridge, he needed something stronger than iced tea. "Thanks for your help today."

Nowaki put his things away and stood slowly, sad eyes studying the body that was covered in cuts and scars. "You're welcome. You know where I am if you need me."

Onodera took a gulp of liquid from the bottle and pointed towards Nowaki's apartment, "Your boyfriend just got home."

Nowaki's face lit up a little and quickly rushed from the apartment, calling a goodbye over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him. Onodera could hear almost every word between the two and before long he heard the creaking of bed springs. He didn't want to hear any more of their bedroom activities so pulled on a hoodie and left his apartment, bottle still in hand.


Thank you very much for reading the first chapter of Twisted Fate! ^^
*Gomen means sorry

**Hai means yes

i'm sorry that Onodera is so out of character, but he has to be this way for the story to make sense so please don't be too angry with me! XD

please pleeeease review so i know what you think, because it will give me an extra boost when writing the next chapter ^^

i know that i skipped out some lemon (Onodera and random blondie) but i thought it would just interrupt the flow of the story so early on, plus Onodera probably doesn't remember much of what happened so you don't get to see it either...mwahahaha

Next chapter coming soon! ^^