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"He's such a jerk!"
Shuichi slumped his shoulders as he stepped slowly along the freshly wet gravel.
'Oh Shuichi, you know you love him,' his mind tormented.
"Shut up, no need to remind me," he muttered.
"No need to remind you about what, sexy?" Shuichi glanced to the side where his crimson-haired friend waved to him with a sloppy grin.
"Very funny," Shuichi groaned.
"Cheer up!" Hiro said, patting him on the back. "What could possibly be so devastating that you forgot to hang out with your old chum, huh?" Shuichi's eyes went wide, but contracted in a matter of seconds. They were supposed to be practicing for an upcoming knockoff, but apparently things didn't go well as planned.
"Gomen..."
Hiro struggled to keep his smile, even though it's been happening a lot lately.
"Eh...I'm pretty sure you have a good reason for leaving me to wait in the freezing rain for hours and hours—"
"Hiro, please, I said I was sorry. What more do you want?" Shuichi snipped unknowingly. Hiro's grin was immediately replaced by a frown of disgust like Shuichi was a stranger he met on the street that pissed him off. This was it; Hiro had it.
"What's wrong with you, man? Are you just so lovesick these days that nothing else matters but HIM?"
Shuichi stopped in his place, not daring to look into his friend's outraged eyes.
"Hiro..."
"Because if that's true, I'm not going to be wasting my time trying to communicate with you when all I see is him in your eyes. He's all you ever think and talk about anymore! You're losing interest in music and everything else! Do you really want to flunk out of the last month of senior year just because some jerk off steals your heart and rips it up?!" he inquired demandingly, not taking any breaths in between the sentenced and words he shot.
Shuichi trembled internally at his best friend's lashes.
"It's always the same story too! 'Oh Hiro, it's so terrible, Yuki this and Yuki that!' It's never anything good either! It's the same shit, just reworded!"
"You don't understand, Hiro! When you're in love, then you can talk to me about this!" Shuichi cried helplessly, looking at his friend.
Hiro's eyes went wide.
"Talk to you about it? And piss you off like you've been doing to me these past few weeks Shuichi? I've learned from your mistakes! I don't WANT a relationship anymore, male OR female!"
Shuichi swallowed the bulge in his throat and contained himself from sniveling. Hiro had never yelled at him like this. Okay, maybe on occasions they would have their disagreements, but in the end everything always worked out, but screaming never came with the territory.
Hurt once more, Hiro turned, back facing Shuichi, not showing his friend any mercy.
"So once you decide to give him up and get your head out of the clouds once and for all, give me a call...that is, if I still even care to talk to you," he said in a low, wounded voice.
Shuichi bit his trembling lip and struggled to suck back his tears. If there's one thing he hated, it was seeing Hiro unhappy. The two had been best friends since junior high and never fought up until Shuichi started obsessing over Eiri. Their squabbles bit Shuichi where it counted and always ended up groveling back to Hiro. The gracious person he is, Hiro took the pleading boy back as his best friend, only to get heartbroken by him again hours later. It had gotten to the point where Shuichi wouldn't even have anything to do with music because of his depression. He was losing all the things that he cared about all because of one selfish asshole who wouldn't give in to his fascination.
"H-Hiro—no..."
Hiro shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away slowly.
"Goodbye Shuichi."
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Heartbroken and crushed, Shuichi's feet took him quickly to the doorstep of his beloved Eiri's residence. All he wanted right now was to be loved. That's not the way it used to be. He didn't even care about that until recently. Whenever he was depressed or sad, he would pound on the keyboard or surf the net, or even chill with Hiro, now he was going the impossible way to get attention to try and cure his depression. He knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer.
"Yuki! I know you're in there! Let me in! Yuki! You promised I could come over whenever I wanted!"
Still nothing.
"YUUUUUUKI!"
Tears ran down his face like rivers, mixing in with the sudden downpour he was stuck in.
"Someone shoot me," he murmured, turning around and preparing to walk away, thinking about where he could go.
"Gladly."
Shuichi gasped and spun towards the voice. A grin plastered his angelic face in seconds.
"Yuuuuki!"
Ignoring everything ever known to his senses, he ran into Eiri and threw his arms around him, causing them both to fall flat on the ground. Shuichi's iron relentless grip was impossible to release.
"Get off me you pest! You're soaked!"
Shuichi dug his face into Eiri's shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Dammit! You're like a kid for godsakes!"
"Hiro's mad at me!" he cried suddenly. "He just started yelling, some stuff I didn't even understand, and—"
Eiri used all his strength and shoved Shuichi against the wall, placing his forearm underneath the boy's chin.
"When are you going to get it through your head that I. Do. NOT. Care."
He released him and Shuichi fell to the ground. Eiri pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one carefully in between his luscious lips, lighting the end.
"It's none of my concern what you and your friend talk about. It bores me just hearing about it."
"Why do you have to be such a jerk?!" Shuichi lashed. "You'd be real sad if one day you never saw me again!"
Eiri scoffed, rolling his cat-like eyes.
"Don't get my hopes up, Shindou."
Shuichi stood up, clenching his tiny fists.
"Fine! If that's what you want, I'll never come here again!"
Shuichi blew him raspberries with his tongue and stomped out the door. Eiri listened to the door slam and picked up something that fallen in the process.
"Hmph. No skin off my back."
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Shuichi wandered the alleyway, bummed about having to go home. He hated it there. His mommy was always so mean to him. When she grounded him, she really GROUNDED him. As of now, he was officially grounded until the next year. Reason: eh, who knows? She just pulls a fit and grounds him for no reason. Must be Maiko's fault. It always is!
He went around the bad sections of town, hoping for someone to start a fight with him and kill him. Not like he had anything more to lose. Hiro's gone, Eiri hates him, he's grounded, what reason was there to live? Even his singing sucks. Without Hiro, there's no reason to continue Bad Luck. Might as well lose its singer too.
"Yo, kid! You're in our way!"
Shuichi's heart flinched in a slight scare. His mind was so lost in thought that the shouting surprised him. Looking up, his eyes met with a street kid at least two feet taller than him and well built for the homeless. Beside him was his whore, at least two feet shorter than Shuichi. If it were any other time, Shuichi would have broken into a fit of laughter if he saw the height difference between the two and cracked endless jokes, but he was more angry and depressed than in the mood to joke around. "What do you think we outta do to him? I could use a new toy."
Shuichi's mind became foggy. Maybe this wasn't such a hot idea after all. Being raped before death would so not be cool.
He waved both hands at them.
"No, no, I'm not a good boy toy, you wouldn't get any fun out of me, really, so I'll just be going now..."
He was halted getting no more than a foot away.
"Hold it there big boy, you wandered into papa's territory, now you not leaving until you fulfill our needs, handsome."
"Needs?" Shuichi squeaked out.
The giant smirked.
"You better believe it. Although my shorty here looks like he's more your height, so I'm going to let him go first. He may be short, but the way you'll be limping, you won't be thinking that way."
Shuichi swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Look, I-I really gotta head home, it's late and my mom will wonder. Well, not as much as my sister would, but—"
"You shoulda thought about that before you trespassed, gorgeous. Bet you got a million guys after that ass of yours, huh?"
Shuichi blushed.
"Well...uh...no, actually."
Both of them grew into a fit of laughter.
"No?! Liar!"
Shuichi's eyes bugged out of his head.
"I'm not lying!"
Both of them crept closer with an even deeper urge.
"So you're a virgin?"
Shuichi went redder than he ever had in his life.
"Umm...yeah."
The tall one nudged at the little one. Shuichi knew what was going to happen next and put in a one way ticket out of there. His mind was clouded. It didn't even register when he slid on the wet pavement and fell face first on the ground. The next thing he knew, he was pasted to the side of the brick wall and being felt up. The kicking breath of alcohol quickly filled his nostrils. The big guy ended up taking over. Shuichi nearly gagged as the tall one devoured his mouth and nibbled at his lips. Shuichi tried to forget about the live scene in front of him and pictured it was Eiri who was whispering wonderful nothings into his ear and spreading goodness all over his body with his wonderfully talented hands, giving him chills that would last a week.
"You're already hard," the tall one purred. "My, my, do I turn you on that much, love?"
Shuichi's eyes clenched shut as the kid's enormous hands grasped his member through his tan khakis and fondled it roughly.
Suddenly, white spots clouded his eyes and screaming brought him back to his senses. He come to realize that he would soon have a puffy and very sore cheek in the morning if he lived that long.
He was belted across the face three more times as punishment for closing his eyes.
"I want to see myself in your eyes when I make passionate love to you," he demanded in a rough voice that made Shuichi's insides cringe. Unfortunately, his outside went with a cower and earned him another nice backhand.
Shuichi whimpered, but kept his eyes open, looking at his two captives. The tall one took over his upper half, while the short one took care of his lower. Either way, he had never felt dirtier in his life.
His eyes hurt so much from being kept open so long that they started burning, adding more tears to run down his red cheeks.
"Yuki..." he whispered, gaining a salty taste in his mouth. Good thing it was too low for his captives to hear it. "Hiro...someone...help me..."
Just then, his numb body was pushed to the wet ground and clothes were being torn off, thrown in various angles. Shuichi didn't dare fight it. He was too scared to even breathe. Normally he would just fight back and take off, but he had nothing to go back to. He even kicked himself mentally for even thinking of his "former" friend and his "former" lover, begging them for help. Not like they would miss him anyway. It would probably be best if he just rolled over and died. And that's precisely what he did.
tbc
"He's such a jerk!"
Shuichi slumped his shoulders as he stepped slowly along the freshly wet gravel.
'Oh Shuichi, you know you love him,' his mind tormented.
"Shut up, no need to remind me," he muttered.
"No need to remind you about what, sexy?" Shuichi glanced to the side where his crimson-haired friend waved to him with a sloppy grin.
"Very funny," Shuichi groaned.
"Cheer up!" Hiro said, patting him on the back. "What could possibly be so devastating that you forgot to hang out with your old chum, huh?" Shuichi's eyes went wide, but contracted in a matter of seconds. They were supposed to be practicing for an upcoming knockoff, but apparently things didn't go well as planned.
"Gomen..."
Hiro struggled to keep his smile, even though it's been happening a lot lately.
"Eh...I'm pretty sure you have a good reason for leaving me to wait in the freezing rain for hours and hours—"
"Hiro, please, I said I was sorry. What more do you want?" Shuichi snipped unknowingly. Hiro's grin was immediately replaced by a frown of disgust like Shuichi was a stranger he met on the street that pissed him off. This was it; Hiro had it.
"What's wrong with you, man? Are you just so lovesick these days that nothing else matters but HIM?"
Shuichi stopped in his place, not daring to look into his friend's outraged eyes.
"Hiro..."
"Because if that's true, I'm not going to be wasting my time trying to communicate with you when all I see is him in your eyes. He's all you ever think and talk about anymore! You're losing interest in music and everything else! Do you really want to flunk out of the last month of senior year just because some jerk off steals your heart and rips it up?!" he inquired demandingly, not taking any breaths in between the sentenced and words he shot.
Shuichi trembled internally at his best friend's lashes.
"It's always the same story too! 'Oh Hiro, it's so terrible, Yuki this and Yuki that!' It's never anything good either! It's the same shit, just reworded!"
"You don't understand, Hiro! When you're in love, then you can talk to me about this!" Shuichi cried helplessly, looking at his friend.
Hiro's eyes went wide.
"Talk to you about it? And piss you off like you've been doing to me these past few weeks Shuichi? I've learned from your mistakes! I don't WANT a relationship anymore, male OR female!"
Shuichi swallowed the bulge in his throat and contained himself from sniveling. Hiro had never yelled at him like this. Okay, maybe on occasions they would have their disagreements, but in the end everything always worked out, but screaming never came with the territory.
Hurt once more, Hiro turned, back facing Shuichi, not showing his friend any mercy.
"So once you decide to give him up and get your head out of the clouds once and for all, give me a call...that is, if I still even care to talk to you," he said in a low, wounded voice.
Shuichi bit his trembling lip and struggled to suck back his tears. If there's one thing he hated, it was seeing Hiro unhappy. The two had been best friends since junior high and never fought up until Shuichi started obsessing over Eiri. Their squabbles bit Shuichi where it counted and always ended up groveling back to Hiro. The gracious person he is, Hiro took the pleading boy back as his best friend, only to get heartbroken by him again hours later. It had gotten to the point where Shuichi wouldn't even have anything to do with music because of his depression. He was losing all the things that he cared about all because of one selfish asshole who wouldn't give in to his fascination.
"H-Hiro—no..."
Hiro shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away slowly.
"Goodbye Shuichi."
______________________
Heartbroken and crushed, Shuichi's feet took him quickly to the doorstep of his beloved Eiri's residence. All he wanted right now was to be loved. That's not the way it used to be. He didn't even care about that until recently. Whenever he was depressed or sad, he would pound on the keyboard or surf the net, or even chill with Hiro, now he was going the impossible way to get attention to try and cure his depression. He knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer.
"Yuki! I know you're in there! Let me in! Yuki! You promised I could come over whenever I wanted!"
Still nothing.
"YUUUUUUKI!"
Tears ran down his face like rivers, mixing in with the sudden downpour he was stuck in.
"Someone shoot me," he murmured, turning around and preparing to walk away, thinking about where he could go.
"Gladly."
Shuichi gasped and spun towards the voice. A grin plastered his angelic face in seconds.
"Yuuuuki!"
Ignoring everything ever known to his senses, he ran into Eiri and threw his arms around him, causing them both to fall flat on the ground. Shuichi's iron relentless grip was impossible to release.
"Get off me you pest! You're soaked!"
Shuichi dug his face into Eiri's shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Dammit! You're like a kid for godsakes!"
"Hiro's mad at me!" he cried suddenly. "He just started yelling, some stuff I didn't even understand, and—"
Eiri used all his strength and shoved Shuichi against the wall, placing his forearm underneath the boy's chin.
"When are you going to get it through your head that I. Do. NOT. Care."
He released him and Shuichi fell to the ground. Eiri pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one carefully in between his luscious lips, lighting the end.
"It's none of my concern what you and your friend talk about. It bores me just hearing about it."
"Why do you have to be such a jerk?!" Shuichi lashed. "You'd be real sad if one day you never saw me again!"
Eiri scoffed, rolling his cat-like eyes.
"Don't get my hopes up, Shindou."
Shuichi stood up, clenching his tiny fists.
"Fine! If that's what you want, I'll never come here again!"
Shuichi blew him raspberries with his tongue and stomped out the door. Eiri listened to the door slam and picked up something that fallen in the process.
"Hmph. No skin off my back."
_______________________
Shuichi wandered the alleyway, bummed about having to go home. He hated it there. His mommy was always so mean to him. When she grounded him, she really GROUNDED him. As of now, he was officially grounded until the next year. Reason: eh, who knows? She just pulls a fit and grounds him for no reason. Must be Maiko's fault. It always is!
He went around the bad sections of town, hoping for someone to start a fight with him and kill him. Not like he had anything more to lose. Hiro's gone, Eiri hates him, he's grounded, what reason was there to live? Even his singing sucks. Without Hiro, there's no reason to continue Bad Luck. Might as well lose its singer too.
"Yo, kid! You're in our way!"
Shuichi's heart flinched in a slight scare. His mind was so lost in thought that the shouting surprised him. Looking up, his eyes met with a street kid at least two feet taller than him and well built for the homeless. Beside him was his whore, at least two feet shorter than Shuichi. If it were any other time, Shuichi would have broken into a fit of laughter if he saw the height difference between the two and cracked endless jokes, but he was more angry and depressed than in the mood to joke around. "What do you think we outta do to him? I could use a new toy."
Shuichi's mind became foggy. Maybe this wasn't such a hot idea after all. Being raped before death would so not be cool.
He waved both hands at them.
"No, no, I'm not a good boy toy, you wouldn't get any fun out of me, really, so I'll just be going now..."
He was halted getting no more than a foot away.
"Hold it there big boy, you wandered into papa's territory, now you not leaving until you fulfill our needs, handsome."
"Needs?" Shuichi squeaked out.
The giant smirked.
"You better believe it. Although my shorty here looks like he's more your height, so I'm going to let him go first. He may be short, but the way you'll be limping, you won't be thinking that way."
Shuichi swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Look, I-I really gotta head home, it's late and my mom will wonder. Well, not as much as my sister would, but—"
"You shoulda thought about that before you trespassed, gorgeous. Bet you got a million guys after that ass of yours, huh?"
Shuichi blushed.
"Well...uh...no, actually."
Both of them grew into a fit of laughter.
"No?! Liar!"
Shuichi's eyes bugged out of his head.
"I'm not lying!"
Both of them crept closer with an even deeper urge.
"So you're a virgin?"
Shuichi went redder than he ever had in his life.
"Umm...yeah."
The tall one nudged at the little one. Shuichi knew what was going to happen next and put in a one way ticket out of there. His mind was clouded. It didn't even register when he slid on the wet pavement and fell face first on the ground. The next thing he knew, he was pasted to the side of the brick wall and being felt up. The kicking breath of alcohol quickly filled his nostrils. The big guy ended up taking over. Shuichi nearly gagged as the tall one devoured his mouth and nibbled at his lips. Shuichi tried to forget about the live scene in front of him and pictured it was Eiri who was whispering wonderful nothings into his ear and spreading goodness all over his body with his wonderfully talented hands, giving him chills that would last a week.
"You're already hard," the tall one purred. "My, my, do I turn you on that much, love?"
Shuichi's eyes clenched shut as the kid's enormous hands grasped his member through his tan khakis and fondled it roughly.
Suddenly, white spots clouded his eyes and screaming brought him back to his senses. He come to realize that he would soon have a puffy and very sore cheek in the morning if he lived that long.
He was belted across the face three more times as punishment for closing his eyes.
"I want to see myself in your eyes when I make passionate love to you," he demanded in a rough voice that made Shuichi's insides cringe. Unfortunately, his outside went with a cower and earned him another nice backhand.
Shuichi whimpered, but kept his eyes open, looking at his two captives. The tall one took over his upper half, while the short one took care of his lower. Either way, he had never felt dirtier in his life.
His eyes hurt so much from being kept open so long that they started burning, adding more tears to run down his red cheeks.
"Yuki..." he whispered, gaining a salty taste in his mouth. Good thing it was too low for his captives to hear it. "Hiro...someone...help me..."
Just then, his numb body was pushed to the wet ground and clothes were being torn off, thrown in various angles. Shuichi didn't dare fight it. He was too scared to even breathe. Normally he would just fight back and take off, but he had nothing to go back to. He even kicked himself mentally for even thinking of his "former" friend and his "former" lover, begging them for help. Not like they would miss him anyway. It would probably be best if he just rolled over and died. And that's precisely what he did.
tbc