Rating: M

This contains malexmale action, you've been warned!

NezumixShion

Note: For the sake of the writer's sanity, Shion will have brown hair. However he will still have red eyes and his scar. White hair is to hard to explain.


Chapter 1:

One for the Lost

"I have learned not to worry about love; But to honor it's coming with all my heart."

- Alice Walker

Briing Briing

Well, there goes the first bell. It wasn't much of a first bell; it was more of a warning bell. A warning to the students here that classes would start soon. Nezumi, laid on his bed, unmoving, hardly cared for that bell, or the ones that followed. It didn't matter if he was late; he was going to the same place anyways. It wouldn't be the first time he was late to class. He only showed up on time to the things he found important. If they didn't interest him he let it roll off his shoulders.

He pushed himself out of the plump pillows surrounding him, putting both feet on the ground. The beds at this boarding school were lump and the springs of the bed were soft on his back. The mattresses themselves must have cost a good couple hundred or so. Even so, the mattresses were hardly the most expensive things here. The school itself was a place for kids whose families had too much money to waste.

The family he was staying with had the money but sent him here more so, because of the distance away from the house, away from them. Nezumi knew they hated him, no, were frightened by him. He knew he couldn't blame them for their nonchalant behavior towards him; he has caused them to fear him. Maybe, if they weren't such a pathetic family he wouldn't feel the need to frighten them as he does. He never did much too even hurt them; it was their own damn fault. Like that time he caught the old man of the house sleeping with the millionaire down the street's wife. All Nezumi had done was blackmail the man out of information. Or the other time he caught the oldest daughter smoking pot in the backyard of the estate. That was a fun time to mess with her. He was supposed to be the son there, as a foster child. Of course, he wasn't. They tried at first to welcome him, but soon he found the families movements and used it to his advantage. Voila! He was sent here, probably to keep his hands out of the families business.

He felt a bit groggy after last night. Some upperclassman had thrown a party and Nezumi went, unaware of how much they had spiked the punch. Nezumi wasn't a big drinker. The thought of being unaware of the world surrounding him worried him too much to lose himself to some alcohol. The couple times he has been drunk ended in disasters and naked girls kicking him quickly in the balls and dashing off. He doesn't remember the night but he could only have guessed what he had said to anger someone this time. The guys here were idiots, all of them, throwing that kind of party before the start of school. If they had been caught they wouldn't have heard the end of it from the principle.

Not to mention Nezumi couldn't risk being kicked out of another school. Even though he was being forced here he didn't want to leave. Getting kicked out led to another family, but he already planned to play with this family even just a little bit longer. Pushing himself off the bed, he went to his dresser looking for an outfit to wear. Then, he realized the sleeping form in the bed next to his. It was a giant bulk in the sheets and Nezumi already knew the lump of body too well. Picking up the nearest pillow, he threw it at boy under the covers.
"Mitty! Get up." He yelled at the boy. Nezumi wasn't going to be his alarm clock for a whole another year. He has known Mitty for about 2 years. He met Mitty when he had first come to this place. When Nezumi first arrived at this place he never expected friends, only toys. But then this 6 foot 3 kid had loomed over Nezumi, causing an annoyance in Nezumi's eyes. He tried to degrade the big kid but only ended up entertaining the guy. Nezumi agreed to deal with the kid's stupid antics as a way into a social circle. He hardly cared for the "popular" group here. Mitty was part of the football team, a good looking guy, with poor grades. The girls were obsessed over him. That was until they saw the cool beauty next to the brute. Most of the time, their attention was instantly diverted toward Nezumi. Mitty had first gotten angry over the ideals but soon found Nezumi kept unwanted girls away from himself.

They shared a room in the boy's dormitory. For the past 2 years Mitty and he had been rooming together and became friends. Mitty was an idiot, however, and Nezumi couldn't believe half the shit that left that kid's mouth. He tried to tutor the kid whenever he could but found it near impossible.

"Fuck, Nezumi, that party last night was raging." He groaned from the bed. Nezumi was guessing he had a hangover that would last him a couple of days. It was about 2 a.m. when Nezumi helped the kid back from the party, not enjoying his role as savior. It wouldn't be the first or last time he would save the kid's ass. He pretty much did it every party, but last night was different. The damn boy left again in the middle of the night. Nezumi had heard the boys heavy heaving and steps toward the door. It was about 3 around that time and Nezumi was too exhausted to follow him. He instantly fell into a deep sleep, unaware of when the boy got back that night.

"Get that drunk again and I'm not going to save your damn ass. Now, get out of bed." The boy let out a gruff and started moving to the edge of the bed. Nezumi grabbed a pair of jeans and a tight-fitting shirt and slipped them on his muscular body. The shirt hugged his body in all the right places, and he knew instantly the girl's wouldn't be able to look away. He had always been lucky with the woman. He used his wit and looks to easily get each one into bed. But only for bed, no relationships were coming to him in the future. Looking into the mirror he simply put his long hair in a little ponytail that kept it perfectly out of his face. Slipping his backpack over his shoulder he looked over at Mitty who was standing up from the bed. His covers slipped off his body, showing his naked body.

"Are you trying to seduce me Mitty? Because it's not working." Nezumi sniped at the boy. He had seen the boy naked plenty of times, as how many times he came back drunk. Nothing he expected he wanted to touch in the near future.

"No, dude, I'm not a fucking fag. How did I get naked?" he looked around, expecting an answer and it was there, lying next to where he was on the bed.

"Oh, nice, I got laid last night." Mitty commented. Nezumi rolled his eyes, caught off guard he didn't notice the body before. Mitty nudged the sleeping girl, like he expected her to be dead. The girl stirred, opening her eyes slightly, saw Mitty looking up at her, and then jumped from the bed. She toppled over herself, falling into a heap.

"Omg, what time is it? I'm so fucked." She said, exasperated. This situation didn't seem to faze her. She seemed like the type of girl who did this often. She brushed herself off, standing in her underwear and bra, looking up to the smirking face of Nezumi.

When she realized she was standing in the presence of Nezumi, one of the most best looking guys in school, her whole demeanor changed. The girls wouldn't believe her if she told them. She was in Nezumi's room. Half-naked. Although she was surprised at first, she plastered a smile on her face, swooshing her big breasts around to show them off. Nezumi instantly caught on to her change of personality. He put a smile on his face. This wasn't his first game, but one so early in the morning? He honestly wasn't in the mood today.

"You better hurry up to class, love." He told her, annoyed to play a game so early in the morning. She looked to giddy for comfort when she heard the word "love" leave his mouth in her direction. She seemed to melt in his gaze. Mitty looked from the bed in disbelief that his best mate was about to steal another girl from under his nose. Like Nezumi hasn't done it dozens of times before. Mitty slipped out of the bed, looking for some clothes.

"Oh, well, I guess I could be late, if you have something in mind, I mean." She whispered, her breasts getting closer to Nezumi's body. Nezumi moved forward, to almost captivate the girl in a kiss, when he stopped, inches from her mouth. He licked his lips, as if to draw her in.

"Well this is awkward." He stated, the smirk never leaving his face.

"Oh, what is?" she said quietly, still captivated by the almost kiss, but not satisfied. She pushed herself against Nezumi which made Nezumi frown. He didn't give the girl permission to touch him.

"The fact that you thought I would make out with such an ugly tramp, such as yourself." His words left his mouth and the smirk returned. She jerked away from him, surprised. Her red hair flipping behind her head and her body went ridged. His words stung her like a lash and tears sprung to her eyes. She never expected such a reaction from the boy.

"Excuse me?" she whimpered, confused. Her eyes swooped lower. She started to shake slightly.

"You heard me, tramp. Now get out of our room. We don't want to be caught with you." He finished, pushing her towards the door, where she stumbled. Catching herself she tried to take a deep breath but found it impossible. She looked back with a pout, tears edging of her eyes, hoping for an apology. Nezumi just waved good-bye to the girl, totally uncaring. She let a tear slip and ran into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.

"Jeez, harsh, Nezumi. She wasn't so bad in bed, I think." Mitty commented, although impressed by his friend's cold demeanor. Mitty couldn't exactly remember anything at the moment. He was used to this side of Nezumi. Nezumi wasn't one for love and feelings. In fact, anything he had ever heard from Nezumi was sadistic comments most of the time. Sure, he hooked up but if he wasn't in the mood, it wasn't happening. The exact opposite of Mitty, maybe that's why their friends. Mitty was Nezumi's only true friend, anyhow.

"You fucked a girl while I was in the room." Nezumi commented, pissed. He didn't care for the fucking bit as much as he was in the room at the timing. He could have had Nezumi sleep in the lobby at least. He should be used to Mitty's behavior by now but it still irritated him to no end. Mitty just shrugged away Nezumi's angry words.

"I'm leaving." Nezumi left the room, not awaiting a response. Although, he noticed, that she had left her clothes. Ha, shows her right. A slight pang of guilt, making her go out indecent, ate away at Nezumi but like much of what he did he pushed it down until he felt nothing. He put back on a smirk, going to his first class of the day. He had to walk across the west side of the school from the boys dormitories.

The girls' dormitories were on the east side of the school. They were separated at quite lengths, not allowing either gender to go to each other's dormitories without a door open and regular staff patrolling. Although the vines on the side of the school helped with climbing into boys and girls windows, so their work to separate the horny teenagers were for a loss. The school itself was big, a boarding school for rich kids. The academics were a major part having a 98% graduating the senior year last year. Those 2% were the stoners of the school who really didn't give a fuck. Nezumi got high marks in most classes, excelling in World Literature. Most of the time he hardly studied but instead he used his higher IQ, thinking everything was common sense to him. Although Nezumi is here from a wealthy family other students are here through academic and sport scholarship.

Sports were the major atmosphere here. Most couldn't walk down the hallway without seeing a "Go to the Game!" sign on a nearby wall. Nezumi had never been interested in sports, giving he never lived somewhere long enough so settle down with a team. He worked out, however, and days on the streets really toned his muscles.

The brick walls surrounded the classrooms where dozens of teachers were getting their work together. Today was the first day of third year for Nezumi. He never really paid attention to the changing years; every school year had always seemed the same. Nezumi climbed the steps of the stairs after crossing campus. He noticed the attention he was getting form the girls that passed his eye line. Some would glance at him, while others would stare and whisper to their friend next to them. Nezumi had always been popular with the girls, losing his virginity at a young age. He hasn't been in many relationships, not one to settle down. He enjoyed the feel of a girl's body from her subtle soft breasts, to the feel of himself inside them. He didn't just stop there; he sometimes experimented with guys, just to get a feel of them. He enjoyed the feel of a guy beneath him more than a girl. They boys were always tighter than the girls, turning him on. He has been bottom in a relationship with a boy. But that was once and he didn't like being dominated. Either gender gave him what he really wanted, other than a quick fuck. Sure, he's had dozens beg him to begin an exclusive relationship. He laughed at them, how desperate they were for love.

He really never learned how to love, since he never was loved. Switching houses so often left him feeling like a used toy instead of a son. He wasn't sure what he liked best about either gender. Each "relationship" gave him the pleasure he lusted but those "relationships" were not real to Nezumi. Nothing but play things to a demon like himself.

He was evil, he supposed, always hurting people right and left with his words. He didn't care for other's feelings honestly. He was reminded of this as he walked down the hallway of the school. Few people called his name and he nodded their way. Others, mostly girls, stared at his broad muscles, moving, under his shirt. They seemed to lose their heads in his presence, it disgust him. He could manipulate each one to his advantage and they wouldn't even notice. He walked into his first class right as the bell rang.

"Glad you made it in time. You can sit there." A petite woman in the front of the room called to Nezumi. She pointed to an empty desk in the third row. She was a little, young thing with glasses to big for her face and a skirt too short for a teacher. Her frail body looked like she was going to have a hard time with a rowdy class. Nezumi knew he was going to have fun poking at this one.

"I'm not." He mumbled, taking a seat next to no one he found of interest. He didn't really have other friends other than Mitty. He was somewhat close with another boy, Leo, but nothing spectacular. The girls seemed to fan themselves, realizing they had the same history class as no other than the Nezumi.

In fact, the girl next to him was whispering to her friend how lucky she was to sit next to him. He hated the attention they gave them, the pathetic need they had for his approval. Nezumi acted how he wanted and said what he wanted and they followed no matter what. The woman, Ms. Kelsey, went on talking about new announcements. Her cheery attitude was almost too much for Nezumi. He felt suffocated by it; in fact he wasn't used to such behavior.

"Don't forget, class, always come to me for help!" she whined on. Nezumi knew the kind of attitude he was in today, but neglected to hold back his big mouth.

"But who will help you?" he responded. He knew he should stop, not say anything more but his arrogance was getting the best of him. The class burst into laughter and the Ms. Kelsey turned rosy in the cheeks. She seemed a little off by his display of character.

"Very funny, young man. Do you have anything else to say that would save you from a trip to the office?" she retaliated. Although she didn't look like it she was a hard-working teacher. She didn't enjoy the students who thought they were better than her and she learned how to deal with them fast.

"There is a reason you're only a Miss, Miss." Nezumi answered, smirking at her pained face. He knew he went too far with this one again. He couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut when he needs it to be. This wouldn't be the first or last time his mouth and actions have gotten him into trouble. But right now he really didn't give a damn.

"Office!" she screeched at Nezumi when the students broke out in laughter once again. Nezumi knew the drill and got out of his chair, grabbing his backpack. This won't be the first time he was sent to the principal's office. He left the room silently, although he heard whistles behind him.

Ms. Kelsey was doing a terrible job of making the students calm down. Oops, did Nezumi do that? He walked the quiet hallway, finally glad to be alone again. He passed classrooms filled with students who didn't have a clue of the world. They looked so peaceful and bored, nothing filling their thoughts. He guesses their lucky in that way. As he rounded the corner he heard quiet sobbing. He walked quietly around a corner. He came upon a brunette boy coming from underneath the staircase. The boy seemed to be bending over, looking into the darkness of the underside of the stairs.

"You have to come out, sometime." He heard the boy whisper into the darkness. It seems he was talking to someone who was hiding under there. Nezumi stepped closer, intrigued. He had never seen the boy with the brown hair before. The hair itself looked soft and Nezumi wanted to reach out and touch such awestricken hair. The sobbing grew, louder.

"I promise to help you." He began again, trying to coax whoever it was out of the stairs. The boy put out his hand toward the person under the stairs. The sobbing momentarily stopped.

"No one likes me. Why would you help me? I have no friends." a small girly voice responded. The crying resumed all over again. Nezumi was a good 10 feet away from the scene, watching silently. Something about the way this was unraveling interested Nezumi. He was curious who the boy was coaxing out, a sister? Or maybe a lover?

"If you come out, I'll be your friend." The boy responded, genuinely smiling. Nezumi was a little taken back by the boy's composure. Just watching Nezumi could tell how innocent the boy was, how calm he was as a person. He didn't seem like the outgoing type. The girl stopped crying again and there seemed to be some scoffing.

All of a sudden, a girl with just her underwear and bra jumped out and hugged the boy. The boy surprised, stepped back, unaware of the hug he received. Nezumi almost choked when he realized it was the girl he had kicked out of the room earlier. The stupid girl just hid under some stairs instead of going back to her room? It's her own damn fault she's stuck under there. Plus, is she really that disappointed Nezumi rejected her? How pathetic.

She was still in her underwear, hugging this boy. For some reason, this little fact bothered Nezumi more than it should have. He didn't like her arms around the brunette boy.

"Oh, you must be freezing!" the boy half-yelled at her, scolding her lightly. He threw off his jacket and wrapped it around the girl. He was kind of a small boy so the jacket fit the girl nicely. She put her arms and fitting the jacket onto her body. She was a little frail so the jacket hung off her covered her up just enough for her not to be detected for her indecency.

From far away it looks like her pants are hiding under her jacket but if you looked more closely you could tell she didn't have anything on underneath. She snuggled into the imprint of the warmth the boy left on the jacket.

"I'm sorry for all of this. I'm Ann, and you?" she replied, smiling at the boy who had helped her. She still had fresh tears in her green eyes but she tried to wipe them away hastily. The tears had finally stopped when she was reassured by the brown-haired boy. She was at first taken back by how open he was but realized that he meant what he said. He would be her friend.

"My name is Shion! Nice to meet you." The boy answered. The girl's eyes crinkled in the corners as she smiled at Shion again. She turned her body to hug him again when something caught her eye. At that moment Ann saw Nezumi. She let out a gasp and went to run back under the stairs but Shion was in her way from running. She tried to move around Shion but Shion didn't want to lose her again. He held onto her arm, pleading with his eyes for her to stop running away. He held her close when he felt her body go rigid.

"Ann?" Shion asked the girl. He was confused by her behavior all of a sudden. He looked up, his eyes meeting the eyes of the boy leaning against a wall, watching. Shion didn't notice the figure there before. He was a tall boy with blue hair put up into a ponytail.

The boy pushed his body off the wall and started walking towards the two standing there.
"Oh, don't mind me, just watching the show. Lovers, I'm guessing?" Nezumi said, walking forward towards the people. He knew they weren't but decided to mess with both their heads. He was curious about this "reunion" if you'd call it. It doesn't seem like they met until now but it feels like they've known each other longer. Nezumi decided he could hold off the office for a little longer.

"Shion, he's the reason I'm out here indecent." Ann told Shion. Her eyes instantly found the ground as she tried to grasp the situation. She didn't want Shion finding out why she was indecent but she was sure he could guess as much. She stood away from Nezumi, worried to get closer to him.

Shion turned his eyes towards the other boy. Nezumi sucked in a breath when he saw Shion's red eyes sweep over his. Something about the color of the eyes spiked something in Nezumi's stomach, which he proudly ignored. The red of Shion's eyes were deep and lucid, glazing. Then Nezumi noticed a pink scar on the boy's left cheek and circling his neck. It stood out against his pale skin, scaring him. It intrigued Nezumi to say the least.

"Who are you?" Shion asked, innocently. He was a little shy around strangers. He's seen the blue haired boy around the school. He was always followed by a group of girls or getting in trouble if Shion could remember right. He didn't know much about him however, because Shion didn't really associate himself with people like him. He knew he was disrespectful and mean to others so he kept his distance.

"I'm Nezumi, but you should respect you elders, kid. I'm a junior." Nezumi answered, not enjoying the way this boy talked to him. He acted like he didn't know simple things, like he was too young to understand some things and it ticked Nezumi off. He didn't like boys like this. He would break this boy soon enough.

"So am I." Shion answered and Nezumi was taking by honest surprise. He was shorter than most junior's and he seemed more childish. He has never seen this strange, strange boy, or Shion. Who was Shion? He tried to recall a time he had heard that name, maybe down the hall once or twice? Whenever it was it wasn't that much importance to him. Nezumi let out a short laugh. He took a hand through his bangs, pushing them out of his eyes.

"Well that took me by surprise, I'll admit. But I'm off now." Nezumi spoke with a short laugh in his tone, unbelieving to what was happening. He was starting to get bored with the conversation. He saw what he needed and it was time to move on now. Nezumi started walking away when a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"It's wrong that you'd leave her out here like this." Shion spoke up. He had this weird feeling his brain. He wasn't used to speaking up in situations as this one. But he had felt like he should say something. This girl was alone, crying, and this boy had no feelings for her at all. Nezumi turned around, eyes wide. He stared at Shion for half a second before he burst into laughter.

"You know, I've never heard someone go against me like that. It intrigues me by the least." Nezumi replied, muffling his mouth from his chuckles. This boy is weird, that's for sure. Was that the only thing the boy could say to Nezumi in this situation? How innocent, Nezumi thought.

"Go away!" Ann retaliated, trying to help Shion a bit.

"Shion, let's go, we can't let him ruin all the purity inside this cute little body of yours!" Ann started pulling Shion along with her, away from Nezumi. Nezumi simply gave a smirk.

"Purity my ass, I'm sure there's much more to you!" Nezumi responded, over his shoulder.
"Same with you." Shion called, finally being pulled away by Ann. Nezumi stopped in his tracks. What had that boy said to him? What had he meant by that statement? Nezumi started to smirk, then laughter started to bubble inside him. Then big laughs were coming from him as he stood alone in the empty hallway. Yes, that boy interested him. Nezumi was hoping he'd see more of him, the strange brunette boy.


So chapter 1 is done. I really like writing for this couple. They are absolutely adorable. Review, Follow, and Favorite if you like it so far so I know to keep writing!