The Zune from Hell

Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters in this story, that honor belongs to CLAMP. We don't own any of the songs in this story either. They belong to their respective artists.
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Chapter One

"Your verdict?"

"We the Jury find the defendant guilty and hereby sentence him to ten years in prison." The man sat down right as the little ten year old boy broke into hysterics.

"No!" He shrieked, tears streaming down his bruised face. "No! He killed them! Yuui and Mama! He's going to come back for me!"

Two policemen came and handcuffed Ashura. As the trio walked past the table, Ashura flashed a smile.

"See you in ten years, little Fai." The last thing heard in the courtroom was Fai's bloodcurdling scream, and his uncontrollable sobbing.
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Fai groaned as he hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He waited five minutes for it to go off again, then turned it off. He felt around for his light blue Zune, then dragged if off of his bedside table. He plugged the ear buds in, and blasted a My Chemical Romance song.

Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter
and wishing you well
Mama, we all go to hell.

The Zune sometimes creeped Fai out. Every time he turned it on, the song would fit whatever was going on. Fai listened a while longer. The song ended, and another started. Same band.

Turn away
if you could, get me a drink
of water, cause my lips are chapped and faded.

Fai turned the Zune off, and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water. He stumbled a few times, tripping over the clutter on his floor, finally pushing the door to the kitchen open. He walked to his overflowing sink, dug for a glass, and then began to rinse it. The ice-cold water shot shivers up his arms. After a few rinse cycles, Fai allowed the cup to fill about half way. He chugged it all in one drink. He decided he wanted more, and refilled the glass. The liquid was gone in an instant. Fai decided that he should stop, and placed the empty glass back into the array of dishes. He trod back through the kitchen door, and picked his way to the bathroom. He grabbed the driest, cleanest towel he could find, and slung it over the towel bar.

Fai sighed quietly, starting the water. All cold; no hot. While he undressed, he looked at the bloody mess all over his tiled bathroom floor. Red streams of blood traced the lines between the tiles. There were drops of it everywhere he looked. Toilet, floor, bathtub, sink. Most of his razor blades lay next to the sink, but this particular mess was all over his apartment. In his bedroom, the kitchen, the pantry, the living room, the computer room, his closet, and he was sure there was even some in the refrigerator.

He stepped into the freezing water, which startled him to full consciousness. He stood, shivering, allowing his hair to saturate with water. He grabbed his shampoo, and started lathering. He noticed a faint stinging along his arms, and paused to rinse the soap of out his new cuts.

Yes, as much as Fai resented it, he cut himself. Often actually. At least once a night. He really didn't know why he did it. It hurt like hell, left a huge mess, and screwed up his life. And yet, even with all of those negatives, Fai knew he'd never be able to stop. It was part of his life. A big part.

Fai scowled at the clock when he finished dressing. It was already seven thirty. He had to start for school, otherwise he'd be late. He absolutely loathed new schools. Too many people, too many questions. His local school system was a little screwed up. Elementary was preschool through fifth grade; Middle school was sixth and seventh; Junior High was eighth and ninth; and finally, high school was tenth through twelfth.

Fai hated switching schools so much, and luck would have it, he was a sophomore. His first year in "high school." Fai grabbed his brand new text books, and walked out of his front door. He descended the stairs, and got on the sidewalk. The rest was automatic; Fai had the path memorized. After walking a few yards, he decided to look through his text books. Honors English, Chemistry, Integrated two, Government, Advanced Art, Japanese two, and an empty notebook. His arms hurt from carrying everything. He couldn't wait to get assigned a locker, and get rid of some of the books.

The school soon came into sight, and Fai could see the hundreds of students that he would be spending the next three years of his life with. He sighed as he walked through the campus gates, and got into the line of tenth graders waiting for their schedules. After about fifteen minutes, Fai got to the front of the A-M line, and stood in front of the table. A slender woman with long, wispy black hair sat, with a sly grin that told Fai that she knew something he didn't.

"Good morning. My name is Yuko Ichihara; I am the principal here at Tsubasa high. That man over there," she pointed to the large man at the N-Z table. "He is the Vice Principal, Fei-wang Reed. May I ask your name?"

"It's Fai Flowright." Fai waited patiently as 'Yuko' searched for his papers. She apparently found them, because she handed him a huge packet with his first and last name on it.

"That has your classes, your locker, your lunch period, a map of the school, and a few other things for you to look at." She gave Fai that same knowing smile.

"Um…Thank you…" Fai shuffled away, a little spooked. When he was far enough away for him to feel comfortable, he glanced at his schedule. Integrated two, P.E, Honors English, Chemistry, Lunch, Advanced Art, Government, and Japanese two. Then there was a locker number, 1067, a combination, 27-17-39, and a name. The name confused Fai. He didn't know why it was there. Youou Kurogane. And Fai thought his name was weird! He looked for his locker on the map, and finding the general area, walked through the double doors, into the hateful air conditioning.

"God damnit!" Fai muttered. He couldn't find his stupid locker, and it was getting nearer to eight o' clock. Fai was absolutely frustrated, and his anger was escalating by the minute. He had his nose in the map, and by the time he looked up, it was too late. He ran straight into one of the tallest boys he'd ever seen. The force of the collision caused Fai to fall over backwards, textbooks, notebook, papers and all. The fall itself pissed Fai off, but the fact that the other guy hadn't even stumbled infuriated him beyond belief.

Fai looked up, still on the ground, and took in the appearance of the six-foot something tall guy. He volunteered a hand and a "Sorry," that Fai believed to be a reflex. Fai took it anyway and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. It was very brief, but Fai noticed a warmth going through his body, that started at the hand that was gripping the tall boy's. Fai found this a little strange. He knew that he had a pretty low body temperature, but a little contact like that shouldn't have been so…warm. He decided to ignore it, seeing as he only had a few more minutes.

"No, I'm sorry. It was my fault for not watching where I was going." Fai bent down and picked up a textbook. The boy started picking them up too, though a little hesitantly.

"So…why are you carrying so many books?" They both stood up, and Fai was handed his other four textbooks and his notebook. Fai stacked the books up in his arms.

"Because, I can't find my locker." Fai scowled while looking over his map again.

"Do you want me to help?" Fai gaped, then nodded.

"What's the number?" Fai glanced back down at the paper.

"Um…1067…" The boy cocked an eyebrow, then smiled.

"So you're Fay Flowright?" Fai had a surprised look on his face.

"Fai," He corrected, making sure to pronounce the 'I' sound. "And yes, that's me." Fai wondered how this boy would know him simply by his locker number, then he figured it out. He looked down at his paper.

"Youou Kurogane?" The boy nodded, still grinning. "Are you Japanese?" Fai asked, curious.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Fai smiled.

"Besides the obvious? Your name, Kurogane, means black steel in Japanese, and that matches your hair and build, plus you slur your L's and R's." Kurogane's eyes widened.

"Damn, you're good. Are you taking Japanese?" Fai nodded, then followed Kurogane to their apparently shared locker.

After shoving his unneeded books into his locker, Fai remembered to ask.

"I almost forgot! Do you prefer Youou or Kurogane?" The guy grinned again, apparently happy to have finally found someone who understood his customs.

"Kurogane, if you will." Fai smiled and nodded. Kurogane pulled out a piece of paper, and Fai knew it was his schedule.

"Can I see yours?" He asked while unfolding his. Fai obliged, and sorted it out of the packet. Kurogane glanced back and forth from both pages, the relayed the info to Fai.

"We've got Math and P.E. together, I go to Government after that, but I'll drop you at English. Then we have Chemistry and Lunch and Art together. I'll take you to government, and we meet back together for Japanese." Fai was dumbfounded.

"We really have all those classes together?" He was slightly doubtful, not to mention how nice 'Black steel' was being. Kurogane nodded, then motioned for Fai to follow him up the stairs.

"The school tries to put locker partners in the same classes, so they can help each other out." He handed Fai his schedule.

"Kinda like you're doing right now?" Fai asked with fake innocence, stepping through the door of Room 218.

"Yes, exactly like I'm doing right now." Fai was forced to grin again. Something about Kurogane made Fai smile.

"So why are you being so nice to me?" Kurogane's face fell.

"Not that I object," Fai corrected quickly. "I really appreciate it! I'm just curious." Kurogane chose a seat, sat down, and thought about it. Fai sat down next to him.

"I dunno…I just kinda did…" He seemed to realize that he was acting differently than he usually did. Kurogane opened his mouth to add on, but he was cut off b the bell. A few last students came in, and the teacher followed close behind. Fai looked the man over. He was very young, with black hair. He was tall, and slender, about Fai's size. He wore a pair of glasses, and a smile that scared the shit out of Fai.

"Good morning class. My name is Seishiro." He grabbed an attendance book, and started. Kurogane leaned over.

"Is it just me, or does he creep the living shit out of you?" Fai nodded, then raised his hand with a quiet "Here," when his name was called. He subconsciously listed to the names. When role was finished, 'Seishiro' declared a free period. Fai turned to Kurogane, who had put away his textbook.

"Everyone here has such weird names! Kamui, Subaru, Ryou…" Kurogane nodded, and started an explanation.

"Our school usually gets all of the Foreigners." Fai nodded.

"Apparently."

The rest of the period was spent of directions, good times for locker breaks, and a bunch of smiles. Fai couldn't help it, talking and laughing, it all came so easily with Kurogane. Fai swore he had never talked this much in his life. He was actually kind of sad when the class ended. Kurogane stood to leave, and Fai followed suit. They walked into the gym, where the teacher was leaning against the wall. He too had an ever present smile, but Fai thought it was softer than Seishiro's. The bell rang, and the teacher pushed himself off the wall.

"Hi! I'm Fuma, and I'll be your coach this year. I know it's boring, but there's a few things I have to explain. Please, take a seat on the bleachers. Kurogane and Fai obliged, sitting side by side.

"Alright, first! You'll need to bring P.E. clothes from now on."

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