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DISCLAIMER: I do not own GX.
SUMMARY: Jun has suffered endlessly at the hands of his elder brothers. Having been abused, raped, and beaten for years, he hates life and wishes he were dead. Having attempted suicide several times, only to discover he fails at that too, he decides he's better off just letting the world have its way with him. Lost and broken, he wanders through life uncaring and forlorn until he meets a girl named Lesley who seems to be his light in the darkness. Can she pull him out of his realm of darkness before it's too late? (I suck at summaries, so please forgive me...-.-; and I will try my hardest not to make Lesley a Mary-sue...)
RATING: Mature for sexual things. WARNING!!! Contains Manjoume incest.
OTHER: Constructive criticism is always encouraged. I would love to know how I can make my writing better and I highly encourage critique, but will not accept random flaming. If you don't like my story, tell me why so I can improve upon it. Telling me it sucks is not helping. -.-
I will be using Japanese names and for anyone who doesn't know what they are, they are as follows:
Manjoume Jun: Chazz Princeton
Manjoume Shouji: Jagger Princeton
Manjoume Chousaku: Slade Princeton
Yuuki Juudai: Jaden Yuki
Marufuji Shou: Syrus Truesdale
Marufuji Ryou/Hell Kaiser/Kaiser: Zane Truesdale
Tenjoin Asuka: Alexis Rhodes
Tenjoin Fubuki: Atticus Rhodes
Tome-san: Ms. Dorothy
Chronos De Medici: Dr. Crowler
Napoleon: Bonaparte
Tyranno Kenzan: Tyranno Hassleberry
Sameshima/Samejima-Sensei: Principal Sheppard

His heart was pounding heavily in his thin and lanky chest and he wished desperately for it to slow down. His pale white skin was flushed red, his grey eyes shut tight, praying to the Gods he would calm down. His body was covered in a cool, drenching sweat as nearly every cell in his body had become a burning hot incinerator. Small moans and gasps escaped his thin lips even though he tried badly to keep them in. He didn't want anyone to know that, despite his best efforts and his mind, his body was enjoying the feeling of his older brother thrusting into him.

The muscles in his hardened member twitched ever so slightly in pleasure, signaling that he was about to cum and it caused a low moan to escape his throat. He cringed, inwardly, in disgust at himself. He couldn't help the way his body reacted and he hated it; hated the fact that he was aroused by this; hated the fact that he was helpless to stop it; but most of all he hated them. He hated what they did to him.

His brother thrust into him one last time before spilling his hot semen into him. The resulting friction of his niisan's stomach rubbing against his member caused Jun to come as well, a loud moan of pleasure, that he'd learned couldn't be contained no matter what he did, spouting from his mouth. His muscle spasms caused his back to arch upwards and his body to tense. All feeling leaves him except for blinding pleasure. His eyes closed tighter as he tried to contain himself. He reminded himself over and over again that he didn't want this. He had never wanted this. And yet, it all felt so good.

However, after just a few moments it was over and once again, all feeling his body had abandoned during his climax came rushing back to him; the feeling of the white bed linens rubbing against his back; the feeling of his brother's hands pushing his shoulders down hard against the bed; the painful feeling of his brother shoved inside of him; And he was reminded once again of why he hated this. He was disgusted with himself for having enjoyed any moment of that sickening act. He wanted to cry, but knew that he couldn't. He bit down on his tongue gently to keep the small tears in his eyes from falling.

The smell of sweat and semen met his nose, disgusting and thick upon the air, and it made his insides squirm and wrench. His hands were balled into fists, tightly grasping the white bed sheets below him, holding onto them as though they were the anchor holding him down and keeping him from floating away and floundering in this miserable world. His knuckles were almost white he was gripping them so hard. His body was weak and it pained him to move so he didn't much feel the pain of his nails digging into his skin through the bed sheets. He always felt that way after these nightly sessions.

He opened his stormy eyes slightly, his head falling to the side so his cheek rested against his brother's cold mattress. He could see light streaming in underneath the bedroom door and wanted so much to capture that light and keep it forever, even if he knew it was just artificial. He was trapped in darkness, surrounded by the blackness of Shouji's bedroom and his own hatred of himself for letting his brothers do this to him. What he wouldn't give to have that light again, the one he'd had before he let all of this happen. It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter though. They forced him to do this; forced him to have sex with them. He supposed it was their own way of getting away from their stressful lives; by fucking their younger brother.

He remembered the first time. He had only been about 12 or 13 years old and he remembered that it had hurt so much, physically and mentally. He'd been able to figure out by then that his brothers didn't like him all that much, but it still hurt him inside when they'd first raped him. He remembered he'd been tied to his own bed, wrists and ankles tinged a dark red as he had tried to pull himself free. He remembered that all he could see was the backside of his eyelids and he could still feel the blood dripping from him, painful and hot, the smell of sweat mixed with semen making its way to his nose for the first time. He remembered that he'd cried out for help continuously, but no one came, his screams of despair falling deafly in the darkness. No one came to save him. He was alone and that had made it all the more worse. It was the moment that he realized no one actually cared about him.

Now 16 years old, his body had become accustomed to the physical pain, sometimes hardly feeling it. He no longer had to be tied up as he had given into it a long time ago, knowing that he couldn't ever run from them; knowing that it wouldn't make a difference if he resisted or not. But it still hurt him inside to know that nobody cared. Nobody would stop them. They would all just let this happen to him; let them take turns with him each night. He was a lost and lonely soul; the scum of society and no one would give so much as a glance to him. He would be better off dead.

He felt his brother pull out of him and gave a small sigh of relief, the large intrusion in his abdomen finally gone. It was over for tonight. Now all he had to do was make it through another lonely miserable night and another lonely miserable day until it happened all over again. And then he'd only have to wait a couple of more nights until he'd be free of it for at least another school year. He knew he was probably one of the few people happy to be returning to school at summer's end.

He glanced up at his niisan with half opened eyes as he smirked down at him. He hated that smirk. He hated it so much with the broad jack-o-lantern teeth and demon like appearance. He looked away quickly. He lay there broken and beaten as his brother dressed himself and got off the bed, hinges squeaking mildly as he did so. Everything seemed to blurred to him now, as it always did right after he'd been raped and ravished. Nothing seemed to register with him anymore. He barely acknowledged his brother as he told him to get dressed and get to his own bed. He hardly moved as the door to the darkened room shut behind Shouji as he left, leaving an echoing slam in its wake.

Laying there for another moment or two, staring blankly at the wooden door to his niisan's bedroom and the light streaming in under it, Jun briefly thought to himself. He wondered what it was like. What it was like to have a normal life; to have someone care about him; to have someone love him. He wanted that. He wanted a friend. He wanted someone to save him and pull him out of his endless darkness and dismal despair. But he knew it would never happen. He would never find his savior, his light. He didn't deserve it and his brothers would always be there to remind him of that. He was a worthless, weak, little piece of dirt that meant nothing in the balance of this world and would never amount to anything. He was nothing more then his brothers' plaything, meant to be tormented and tortured.

He sat up, getting off the bed, his body shaking slightly, and silently pulled on his clothing. He walked over to the bedroom door, turning the golden knob in his hand and stepping out into the blinding light. His pupils contracted until they adjusted to this harsh, artificial light as he walked down the hall to his bedroom, only three or four doors down. He opened the wooden door, walking inside and shutting it behind him, not bothering to turn the lights on as he knew he would be shrouded in darkness anyway. He glanced around at the various electronics he had in his room and sighed heavily, knowing that none of these things mattered to him. They never would. Just like he didn't matter to the world. He climbed into his bed, warm and welcome yet so cold and distant to him. He hated this bed, he thought to himself as he pulled the covers around his body, not bothering to change into pajamas. He hated his room. He hated his house, or mansion rather. He hated his brothers. He hated his family and so-called friends. He hated himself. And he hated his life.

That's it for this chapter. Comment/Critique/Whatever...Next chapter will be up when I feel like putting it up...