I wanted to escape creating the `Usual´ type of yaoi. I've been slightly bothered about things and I want to create part of it in it. Please please please tell me if you like it. Feedback never hurts. Anyway, please enjoy.

Chapter 1: Eyes

I remember the heated eyes father gave to me whenever I walked into a room or sit in the passenger side of his car whenever we went off for a drive. Of course I was ignorant and gullible to even notice the predator eyes that belonged to him. It was hard to detect it knowing how I knew nothing about him; only because neither of my parents raised me. ... I was adopted by my loving aunt, Aiko. She took me in when no one else would. When both of my parents were busy being incarcerated at the time ...

I remember the passionate eyes shared by my mother when I would come visit her to talk and get to know her. Of course I was too ignorant to notice the disgust her eyes truly showed. I'd never guessed it because she always supported me as a person and showed so much enthusiasm when doing it. But seeing the truth from the both of them made me regret ever searching for them to begin with. "I'm so stupid. I-I'm so stupid." I uttered to myself as I sank lower inside the bathtub. Though, it didn't belong to me.

The police demanded for me to stay inside a foster-home for two weeks till investigation gets done. Even though I told the detective my aunt and uncle had nothing to do with the incident, they still found it best to send me away till `they´ thought it was safe for me to return. In all truth, I felt safer around my aunt even though she was my father's sister. I was thankful that she looked nothing like him. Her eyes only showed warmth when looking at me, and I pray to not be deceived by her like him ...

(Knock! Knock!) "Kaito. Are you alright? You've been in there for almost an hour." The sound of Miki's voice rang from the other side of the bathroom door. She's a very sweet woman. I can tell it was part of her personality by looking at all the children she adopted. Yes, she showed empathy after learning what had happened to me, but it was also her being herself.

I sat up and softly said, "I-I'll be out in five minutes, Ma'am." Although I spoke softly, it was loud enough to be heard by her. So with a simple "Okay" as a reply, she walked away from the door.

Pulling the plug to the tub I stood from the water and grabbed the towel that was neatly folded on the small stool, while a pair of grey shorts, black long sleeve, and a blue hoodie was folded underneath it. My hands clutched onto the soft cloth as I began stepping out to dry myself off. `No matter how hard I soak my body and scrub, I still feel dirty by that man. ... Everything around me feels so dirty.´ I cringed a little as a flash of the memory filled my head. So I quickly shook my head and hurriedly grabbed my clothes and got dressed.

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom I was greeted by a certain red-head. He paused from walking to his room and stared at me blankly. From what Miki told me, he's the second eldest among the children's she adopted. He was seventeen, a year older than I. "Kaito, was it?" He then took out one of his earphones and spoke. This had caused me to jitter a little, but then I nodded my head. "I never got a chance to introduce myself. I'm Akaito" He then held out his hand to me and gave a small smile.

Two piercings were on his upper left ear as he wore a simple black shirt with a pair of black pants. His left hand was shoved into his pocket as the other was held out to me. I honestly never seen a person who look like him before. So I carefully extended out my hand and shook it. "I'm sorry that you had to stay here by force, and I'm pretty sure you want to get back to your family." He apologized to me surprisingly. "To make time go by faster I would always try doing something I like. The more you're occupied, the quicker the day approach for you to go home, okay?"

For once after four weeks I felt a little at ease. He may not look it, but he's actually quite nice. Especially if he know how much I'd like to go home.

I gave a weak smile and bowed. "Thank you for your concern, Akaito." I thanked him. The red-head only shook his head and smiled in return. "That's not necessary. I just happen to know how you feel. At first I wanted to go home, but that was till I found something to do. Over time I realized how the people here were friendly and weren't out to get me; that and the fact that this was my new home. So don't be afraid. Miki will never hurt a soul." He lastly said before he began walking down the hallway again.

Soon as I saw him go into a different room and close the door, I began walking towards the guest bedroom I was staying in. It took less than a minute for me to walk in and close the door behind me. `He's right. If I do something, time will move faster for me. ... But what?´ I took a seat on the edge of the bed and stared across the room at the vase of flowers on the wooden desk. `I never really seen eyes such as his own. It's actually rare to see anyone with Crimson eyes like that around Kyoto. Not only that, but the compassion inside them. No one really comforted me like that´ I thought silently to myself.

"I don't know what to do." I mumbled beneath my breath till I heard my door open.

I turned to see Miki walking in with a tray of food. It looked to be a bowl of steamed rice with sliced beef next to it. She sat it upon the desk across from me as well as setting a cup of tea next to it. "I know so many things have happened to you within the past few days, but I hope to make you as comfortable as possible till it's your time to go home. It'll take time to get use to us, so I won't force you to eat with us, and I'll make sure none of the other kids bother you if you don't want to be bothered-" I shook my head and gave a small smile. "Thank you for your hospitality. I-It's true that I'm not fully comfortable here, but Akaito told me that doing something will help make time go faster."

It was then that her eyes widened for a bit. I tilted my head in confusion. "That's new. It's not normal him to speak to anyone." Right when she said that, my eyes widened surprise next. "I still don't understand that child to this very day, though I must say he's right. Keeping yourself occupied is like its own therapy. It distract your mind from stress. He keeps himself occupied by painting; it's his passion." She explained.

"O-Oh. Is he always stressed?" I questioned, but she only shook her head.

"It's sometimes hard to tell because he doesn't speak to anyone, but you can tell by the color choice he uses for his painting. It's like painting is the only way he's able to express himself. When he was seven, it was hard for him to relax because he asked questions he couldn't get the answers to at the time. Through time I figured it was best to push my love on him and tell him things little at a time. So for me to hear that is quite surprising." She explained before lastly saying. "If you need something to do, you can try asking him to teach you how to paint, okay? And if you need anything else, I'll always be in the living-room."

With that, she walked out the room. Right when the door closed I fell back and allowed my back to hit the soft cushion of the bed. `Will I be able to sleep tonight? Am I able to close my eyes to take a nap? Every inch of me is tired.´ I took a deep sigh. `I wonder if aunt Aiko is okay. I hope everyone at home is okay cause I know they wonder the same for me. But I'm not okay. Not with this filthy body.´

"Who's doing this to you? I want you to say who's doing this to you, then I'll end it faster." I rolled on my side once I began to recall the incident. "This is between me and you? Wipe your tears, I don't want you to go back in there looking like that." My arms slowly wrapped themselves around my body as my breathing started to quicken along with my eyes stinging. `H-How can I stop crying when my own f-father did those things to me? I told you to stop but you just continued no matter how much I-I pleaded.´ I mumbled beneath my breath. `Y-You didn't want a father-son relationship. ... You wanted to use me like a stranger. I-I tried to tell Mama, but she didn't believe me when I needed her to. I-I showed her the filth on my body, and yet she tell me there's nothing there. ... I guess only filth can see filth.´ A warm substance slid down my cheek.

Wh-What if I left tracks of it in the bathroom? E-Even on the bed I'm lying on at this very moment.

With that thought lingering in my head I quickly shot up from the bed and dashed for the door.

I pulled down my sleeve so my hands wouldn't touch the doorknob. Even though it took me a while to open the door this way, I somehow managed and made a run for the bathroom. Quickly I tried opening the door, but to no avail it was locked. `No! What if they see the dirt. ... They'll look at me with such disgust.´ "Kaito?" My body jolted once a soft voice called my name. Once I turned I saw Miki standing not too far away from me holding a basket full of laundry. "Honey, you look tense. Is there something wrong-" Before she could finish her sentence I bowed apologetically as my face began to heat up in embarrassment.

"I-I'm so sorry. My filth. It won't leave n-no matter how much I scrub and I-I touched so many things." I then rose back up, allowing the hot tears to flow down my cheeks. Her eyes widened once she looked at my face. So I lifted my sleeves so they weren't covering my hands and showed them to her. "I-I touched things with the filth on me. I-I need to clean e-everything I touched and wash my hands-" Miki dropped her basket and stepped closer to me, but I only took a step back in return.

"Kaito. Your hands are more than clean." She told me, but I only shook my head at her words. This caused her to stay quiet for about a minute before she turned to see a boy with long red hair walk down the hallway. "Ritsu, if you aren't too busy can you take the laundry into the backroom for me? I'm going to have to make a run to the doctor's real quick." She stopped the teen and handed him the basket.

Roling his eyes he took it and continued walking down the hall. Soon as he did, Miki returned her gaze towards me and said, "I'm going to have to take you to the doctor for something. I think I know what's wrong with you, but I'm not too sure." She told me. "Come on. Lets hurry up and go to the car."

Nodding my head, I silently followed her out the house.