MaySparrow here. I'm Doma Yuset's roleplaying partner for a lot of things, and as her account will not let her in to upload the new chapters of PFL, she has given me permission to upload them onto my account until she gets a new one (hopefully soon). Please note that until all chapters with Doma's commentary on them end, I will be speaking in italics for you to differentiate who wrote what.

Glad to be back guys! (And god, Doma no I am not that amazing my Luce is so OOC WHAT EVEN)

ITS TIME FOR SUPER SPECIAL RP TIME!

Unceunceunce…

Okay enough of that. This entire story was actually a RP between myself and a very talented person that goes by the name May Sparrow. It was an interesting experience for the both of us as I never RP'ed as Conrad before and she as Worth.

I think we did pretty awesome. So awesome in fact we wanted to share the epicenes with the rest of the HiNaBN fan community. This story takes place in a AU, where Connie and Worthy are going to the same high school. I hope you all will enjoy reading this story as much as we did writing it.

DISCLAIMER: All original characters belong to Tessa Stone. Who I assume was turned into a bat, which explains the immense lack of updates.

It was late in the afternoon, and school had just let out. Conrad, a young freshman in high school, had the misfortune of missing his bus home. Now this wasn't entirely horrible, he knew the way home, he did. But it was the matter of not being able to go home at the specific time he was supposed to go home. He was going to be late, and being late with anything never sat well with his mother.

He knew it'd just make the situation worse, but he slowed his pace a bit. Another ten minutes walking means ten less minutes he'll have to face her. Ten less minutes of having to listen to how if keeps up his irresponsible behavior, he'll end up like his father… He never even met the man for himself, but apparently he was horrible. Swallowing, Conrad slowed his pace even more.

He wished this walk could last forever.

The boy paused for a moment, adjusting his glasses. This was no good, he needed to stop stressing. He needed a distraction. He took the sketch book out from under his arm and opened up to a half drawn picture of a horse. Maybe if he drew while he walked, he'd relax and forget about his destination. Maybe it'd make the trip home seem longer. "I-I'll do the mane… Can't mess up on manes while walking…" He muttered to himself while he made wispy lines.

Conrad was distracted, so distracted to the point he didn't notice another boy who was standing on the other side of the street. Luce Worth, a senior, had left school ages ago. And honestly, the teachers were secretly happy he left too. He leaned up against a stop sign, chewing on the end of a cigarette. He spotted Conrad and took note of his round glasses and his nose buried in a notepad. A screaming target for Luce, who hadn't tormented a child since… a few hours ago.

Luce recognized the kid too, had seen him around campus… for a moment, he wondered what his name was. Colby? Corbin?

He lit up another smoke and J-walked across the street. He approached Conrad nonchalantly, not trying to attract attention at first, but ran the last few feet and snatched the sketch book from the boy's hands. Conrad jumped in surprise, and stared wildly at the boy who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

"Wha's dis? C'n I see?" Worth asked, but obviously didn't need Conrad's permission as he'd already begun to flip through the pages. He expected there to be a hate list or pictures of naked girls, but all he got was a book full of pansy drawings. "…Das so gay." He snorted at the horse, poking Conrad in the forehead. "What are ya, a girl?"

"I-I-I…!" Conrad stuttered for a moment, still trying to process what the hell was happening now. He managed to find his voice. "Give it back! And it's…it's n-not…" trailing off, Conrad shrank back slightly. This boy was bigger than he was. He was scary looking.

"Nah, I wanna see~" Luce held up the book so Conrad couldn't snatch it back, still looking through the pages with an interested expression.

Conrad was tempted to just turn on his heel and make a run for it, and just let him have the damned book. What if this kid was a dangerous as he looked?

But…

He worked hard on those drawings. He didn't want to lose his sketch book to some… some creep! And besides, his mother would never buy him another sketch book. "Please?" He asked with a pleading expression. "J-Just give it back…?"

Luce didn't seem to listen, holding up his cigarette with his free hand. He was seemed tempted to dab it onto one of the drawings. Conrad spotted this and froze up in terror- letting out a huge sigh of relief as the older teen seemed to have changed his mind. Luce would never admit it, but… the drawings as pansy as they were, were actually not bad. He looked down at Conrad though and gave him an irritated stare- annoyed at boys' lack of back bone. He wanted to punch that pleading expression and tell him to quit acting like such a girl.

"Da hell is this shit? Di'n't mum eva tell ya drawing's fer girs?" He rolled his eyes. "An' 'orses! Least draw w'men or s'meth'ng." And much to Conrad's displeasure, he turned to a blank page and snatched the pencil that had still remained in the boy's hand.

"N-No! But boys draw too…" he choked out. When the pencil was snatched, he felt anger bubbling up and suddenly snapped. "Don't draw in there! It's mines!"

But as quickly as the anger came, it was pulled back. No, no, no, he couldn't yell at this boy! He could hit him, he could kill him! Paranoia set in as he became convinced that if he made the wrong move, that lit cigarette would be put out into his eyeball. He reached weakly for the book and added pitifully, "…Please?"

Worth snorted at the boy's getting defensive, "Breath ya pussy," he muttered- then took note of his sudden backing down. "F'ck, kid. Ya angry, ya let it out." He chewed on his cigarette thoughtfully as he scribbled naked women onto the lose paper- rather forcefully so there would be deep indentions of the perverted lines. He didn't seem to hear Conrad whining painfully in the back ground as he finished up. "…T'ere. A pr'per boy's art book."

The cigarette by now had gone out. He rifled though his pocket for another, but he was all out. "Dammit." He'd have to buy more. He shoved the book and pen back into the boy's arms and ruffled his hair roughly with his grimy and dirty hands. "I gotta git kid. Cigs ain't gonna buy 'emselves." He began walking away, then paused. He turned his head back and added before disappearing around the corner, "And don't be such a fag nex't time. I see ya."

Because there would be a next time.

Conrad didn't seem to hear him, eyes were transfixed onto the vulgar drawings. The proportions were a bit off, but all the right details were there. Conrad seemed horrified, but he didn't know how to look away.

'So that's what a naked girl looks like…'

He shook his head and threw the book to the ground, hyperventilating. "M-Mom!" What if she saw this in his book? She'd think he was a disgusting pervert, a deviant! That would mean something else that was wrong with him. That would mean more doctors, more pills. "Oh god! Oh god!" He fell to his knees and ripped the page out, throwing it into a random direction. He looked back to the book- it was now on the page with the horse he was just drawing on minutes ago.

The indentions of the naked women were on that, plain as day. "H-He pressed so hard!" Conrad ripped that paper out, only to see the indentations on the next page. And the next. And the next. He was forced to rip out each one, because she would see. She always checked, always and he couldn't, wouldn't take the risk.

Eventually, he became so frustrated that he threw the book into a muddy puddle in the middle of the street and ran home crying.