A/N: This was written at 5am. You have been warned. Just a little drabble I thought of after reading a TRS/NSN fanfic on LiveJournal. I have no offense against Christians or anything, this was just a little thing I wrote. ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own PoT. I wish I did.
He followed the street signs, walking far from the place he called home. He knew his loved ones would be waiting for him, but he couldn't care. They'd hit him, insult him, do whatever they could just to make him feel worthless. They didn't know how to accept him for who he was, what he preferred. He thought his parents loved him, but religion came first.
Ohtori Choutarou ran a hand through his silver hair and sighed. What was he to do? He couldn't go home, or to any of his friends' houses. They were bound to harass him too. He could go to his boyfriend's house, but it was well past midnight...
The second year sat down on a bench, fiddling with the cross that he always wore around his neck. He pulled it off his neck and stared at it before hurling it across the street, not caring where it landed. The small chain skidded across the cement, jingling until it hit the curb and stopped moving.
That little cross ruined his life. Sure, he loved God, and prayed God would accept him for his homosexuality, but knowing his parents hated him ripped his heart in two. His religious parents believed that his homosexuality was a sin, that he was to burn. What kind of parents tell their kid that?
Choutarou never did anything wrong, always helping people out and never saying anything bad. He went to church, prayed, and did everything his parents told him to. So why was he cursed for something he loved? He couldn't help but to be attracted to boys, mainly a certain dash specialist, but did he really deserve this hatred?
His phone vibrated and Choutarou flipped it open, smiling as he read the text.
I love you. :) -R
He knew he'd never get answers, but what he did know was that someone was waiting for him. Wanting him to come back and not run away. To hold him and kiss him and make him feel special. To love him despite his sexuality and his flaws. Who doesn't care about religion.
Choutarou stood up, pulling his tennis jacket close to him as the February night became colder. He started walking back the way he came, one place in mind.
Shishido Ryou's house.
I LOVE this pairing, it's so cute. Review and tell me what you think? :)