My latest fic! :happiness!!: :D Thanks to YamixSetoFanatic94 for the awesome idea, I hope I do it justice! X3
:Yaoi Warning!: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE YAOI!
Enjoy! ;D
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My Savior, My Hero.
It was the same as every day. He'd come to school, and get bombarded by mostly every girl in school, and get glared at by every guy. He didn't know why he was so liked; he was nothing special, or at least that's what he thought about himself. He'd sleep through English, doodle through Algebra, and kick a basket ball around the gym during P.E. And at lunch he tried his damndest to sit by himself, slink off and find a small, quiet corner to be alone in, but the girls found him and followed. But now, finally, he was alone. He sighed and took in a deep breath of fresh air. He always walked home down dark alleys. No, he knew it wasn't very safe, and it made his father worry, but he didn't care; he wanted to be alone. The same thing happened every damn day.
But little did he know that one day all that would change.
" Bye Joey!!" " Yeah, bye Joe!!" Two very enthusiastic girls were jumping up and down and waving at him, trying to get his attention, as he walked by. He gave a little " eeh" and swung is arm in their direction and just walked on. God, he was tired of the attention. He swung his bag over his shoulder and walked out the entrance gates. A guy snickered at him and yelled a curse at him, but he shrugged it off. Yeah, he was getting tired of that too. He just kept walking.
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An engine roar was getting louder and louder behind him. Just as he turned, the motorcycle zoomed past him, but skidded to a halt a few feet in front of him. He stopped dead in his tracks. 'No!' He turned to run. 'Not again! Please, no!'
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The motorcycle seemed to past by in a blur, causing him to jump slightly. " Da hell is that guy's problem?" he asked aloud, glaring at the cyclist's back. He just shrugged and kept walking. He turned down an alley, the usual one he took every day on the walk home. He looked down at the ground and kicked a can. As it hit against the wall of the building next to him, a scream came out of no where, over powering the silence and the clank of the can. It caused him to stop and stand very still. He could hear someone yelling. Yelling out of pain. He took off, heading in the direction of the screams. Someone needed help, and they needed it now…
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His own foot steps echoed in his head. He could even hear them over the loud rev of the motorcycle engine. It was gaining on him. He tried to speed up, but the cycle's speed topped his own. Something hard and metallic was slammed into the back of his head, and he toppled over. Thick, leather boots stomped next to his head and he flinched, waiting for the toe of the boot to get smashed into his face. Someone's huge hand grabbed a handful of his hair, dragging him to his feet and slammed him into the wall. They held him up by his hair against the wall, his feet dangling a few inches off the ground. " Well, well," a deep, evil voice bellowed in his face. The horrible stench of alcohol rode on his breath, causing him to gag. " Looks like the scrawny kid wants some more fun." He tried to shake his head but another huge hand grabbed him by his jaw. " Yeah, Boss, looks like he wants another lesson!" He was suddenly dropped to the floor. He curled into a ball on instinct, and covered his face; the first target they'd usually pick. A steel-toed boot practically kicked his stomach out his back, and a fist slammed into the back of his head. He toppled over, screaming.
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The screams grew louder as he got closer to the source. He slid to a halt at the entrance to another alley. He swallowed. A bunch of bikers were picking on someone. Someone that had no way of getting out. He clenched his fists. Part of him didn't want to get involved; what could he do against them, and plus it wasn't his fight. But an even bigger part of him wanted to help that poor kid. He snapped suddenly; they could kill that poor kid! He charged into that alley blindly, fist raised.
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Another kick in his back, with one to his stomach. God, he was in hell. He opened his eyes slightly, watching the leather boot, as if in slow motion, heading straight for his face. He clenched his eyes tight, tears streaming down his face, and he screamed out, " HELP!"
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The man made a loud grunt as he fell to the floor. The other men watched their leader fall. They glared at him. " Where the hell do you get off thinkin' you can just come here and punch the Boss, huh?!" " Yeah, ya fuckin' punk-ass?!" He poised himself for another fight, trying to hide the slight fear building inside him. They looked at each other, then shrugged and smirked. " Ehh, you ain't worth the damn time, ya punk." " Pfft, yeah." He didn't let his guard down. The men stood still for a moment. Then they slowly inched their way to pick up their so-called Boss. They helped him to his feet, one under each of his arms. " You watch yourself, pal!" one lackey shouted at him. " Yeah!" the other yelled. He glared at them, still poised for a fight. They quickly turned and ran out of the alley, practically dragging the other man. He let his guard down finally when he saw they had gone, the sound of their engines fading. He turned his attention to the boy on the ground. He winced at the sight of him. He kneeled down and turned the boy onto his back. He let out a groan. " Oh, poor kid." He ran his fingers through the boy's hair. " They did a number on you," he whispered, touching the boy's bloody arm. " Let's get you to the hospital." He scooped him up into his arms.
" Well," he whispered, looking at the beaten body in his arms, " today sure was different…"
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To be continued! Review and tell me if its good so far, k? :D