Hello! This is Neoko224's new account (Naomi-Chan) and this story is called Pis Aller, which in French means 'Last resort.' I started this story years ago and rewrote it about 6 times (I even had my version 5.0 up here on my old account for a while), but this is the first time I actually wrote out a story plan and actually have an idea where this story is going, hopefully it will turn out as good as I hope it to be *crosses fingers! Um, so, please read and if you have time review, and (since it's almost summer) I'll try to post new chapters up as often as I can!

"Minamino… Minamino!" A voice snapped causing me to glance up in surprise. Kumora-Sensei stood over me, a look of concern in her eyes.

"Sorry Sensei." I said trying to ignore her staring at the white bandage on my left cheek.

"Class has ended for the day…" Blushing, I just realized that I was the only one left in the classroom. Since when did this happen? "Are you feeling alright Minamino?" She asked stopping me from packing my bag. Ahhh, the dreaded question 'are you alright?' How I hated it. Trying my best to fake a smile, I looked up at my teacher.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." I stood up about to leave when she reached for my wrist. Out of impulse I pulled away grabbing my left arm. Instantly I regretted it seeing the look of worry spread across her face.

"All of you teachers, including myself, have noticed all of your… injuries-" I cringed, maybe a little to obviously, '-and would like to know if everything really is alright at school or maybe home…?" Sighing, I swung my bag over my shoulder, turning to look Kumora-sensei right in the eye.

"I'm fine." I sighed. "And I really should be leaving, so if there is anything else you'd like to ask me…?" Slowly she shook her head, obviously not believing me, yet let me leave anyway. Wanting to get out of school as quickly as possible I made my way down to the music wing of the school, not stopping to talk to anyone. Though just as I was about to enter the music room I heard two people inside talking. About me. Quietly I pressed my ear up against the door hoping to hear what they were saying.

"That's not all!" One of the girls excitedly exclaimed. "I heard that one of the boys saw bruises all over Shuuichi's body in the changing room. As though the bandage on his face today wasn't enough!"

"I know!" The other girl gasped. "It really gets you to wonder what's going on in his house."

"Well if you ask him he'll give you some BS about 'tripping'."

"Yeah right!" One of the voices laughed. "Like Shuuichi could even be clumsy if he tried. He's like the most graceful person in this school. It's obvious that he's being abused or something-"

"Yeah, wait. Doesn't he have a stepfather? Do you think...?-" Shaking I backed away slowly from the door not wanting to hear any more. This was just great. Everyone in the school knew I was being hurt and not only were they casually gossiping about it, they were also pointing fingers at my own family.

"This is all his fault." I though angrily clenching my fists. Soon my mother was going to start asking even more questions causing me to have to dig an even bigger hole of lies. Day after day Karasu continues to ruin my life trying to take everything away from me. My freedom, friends, sanity and now maybe even my family. Out of nowhere my body turned icy cold. Today was Thursday. Thursday! Meaning I had to be over at his house by at least 4:30 or else. It was already 4:00. Panic shot through me as I ran as fast as I could to the train station and I nearly cried when I found out I missed the train. Finally I got on the next train, quickly checking my phone for the time. 4:20. Could this train go any slower? Karasu was anything but patient and being but a minute late would surely result in punishment. 4:23. There was no way that I was going to be able to get to his house in only seven minutes and the thought of what he was going to do to me made my stomach churn. 4:25 and I was off the train running towards his house. By the time I made it to door of his mansion like house my lungs and head felt like they were going to explode. 4:37 It was almost like walking to my death as I opened those heavy oak doors, only death would have been more inviting.

Inside the mansion it was dark and freezing cold, not a single sound besides my own footsteps. I slowly took my shoes off, placing them on the rack and dropping my bag to the ground before venturing deeper into the house. Maybe he was working late, maybe he wouldn't know I was late- yet just as I was thinking this I heard that eerie, velvet like voice.

"Shuuichi. Come here." Once again I felt my blood run cold as I followed the voice into the kitchen, my feet dragging. There he sat, back to me at the table drinking some type of liquor. Clearing my throat I took a step closer to him, every nerve in my body begging me to run, to escape from this monster.

"I'm h-home." I stuttered impulsively grabbing my arm. Over his shoulder he beckoned me to move closer until I was right behind him.

"What time is it Shuuichi?" He asked not even glancing up from his drink.

"I-" I began but stopped seeing him put his hand up.

"It is exactly 4:38:14." Karasu said brushing a strand of hair over his shoulder. "Meaning you are exactly eight minutes and fourteen seconds late." He slowly turned a small smirk across his face. "And do you know what this means?"

"You-you're going to punish me…?" I whispered dropping my gaze.

"Wrong." I nearly fell backwards at this. He wasn't going to punish me? I struggled trying to say something such as 'thank you' or even 'why' when he placed a finger over my lips. "I'm in a… caring mood today Shuuichi, so, beating you unconscious doesn't sound as... enjoyable as it normally would today." Sighing he wrapped his arms around me, standing up. If his deciding not to punish me was surprising, then this near affectionate action almost put me in shock. "Besides," he continued pulling me closer to himself, "if I continue to treat you in the manner that I normally do, even that nice little collar of yours won't prevent your body from failing on you." Gingerly I stroked the black collar around my neck. Only people with high spiritual powers were able to see the collar around my neck, showing to them my status as a slave. Still, mostly it was only another reminder for myself that I truly belonged to him and only him.

"Th-thank you…?" I muttered trying to pull away from his embrace. "For not…punishing me… that is…" He just chuckled grabbing my wrist. It took everything in me to keep from crying out in pain as he lead me through his large house. "Where are we going?" I asked noticing how we had passed by the room where I was normally confine, the torture room or how he liked to put it, the 'guest' room.

"I'd like to do something a little… different tonight if you know what I mean Love." These little 'endearments' were really starting to make me nervous. Never before had Karasu been so outwardly kind to me and frankly, it was freighting. I mean, since when had he called me anything beside my human name or at least 'slave.' "In." He said shoving me through a large doorway. Pulling myself off of the ground I was able to quickly glance around the room, which I could only guess to be the master bedroom. It was a huge dark room, dark walls, dark carpet and four large windows shrouded in black curtains. The only light was from the sizable yet dim chandelier which hung right over a large black desk. All throughout the room there were many different pieces of art and sculptures that adjourned the walls and other spaces perfectly fitting the rooms eerie yet sophisticated décor. Yet the thing that stood out the most was the huge, extravagant four poster canopied bed. Stunned by the mere beauty of the room I barely noticed as Karasu strode past me, letting his hair down and sitting at the end of the bed.

"Come." He commanded loosing his tie. I hesitated for a second before forcing myself to walk forwards until I was standing right in front of him yet again. The way his eyes drifted up and down my body sent shivers down my spine, though all the while I remained standing. "Shuuichi…" He muttered almost to himself. Taking me by the hand he pulled me so I was bestrode his lap, now faces only inches away from each other. Once again I dropped my eyes not wanting to stare into his own. Seeing this he smiled even wider, placed a hand under my chin bring me mere centimeters away from his face. "Look at me." Before I could respond, his lips brushed against mine slowly. My eyes widened and not knowing exactly what was happening I just sat there. Was he kissing me? Was the man who had never shown any sort of desire to do anything but to hurt me, kissing me? "What's the matter?" He asked finally pulling away. "Don't tell me that was your first kiss." Yes, from a guy it was… He laughed and to my surprise flipped me onto the bed, pinning me down by the arms.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked as he began to slip my shirt off.

"You're quite naïve aren't you?" I cringed feeling his tongue slide up my neck, sending chills down my spine. "Are you a virgin Shuuichi?" He asked this time slightly biting my ear.

"W-what, w-why!" Trying to get up I struggled only to have him pin me down harder. "I-I am okay?" I spat out before I could stop myself. "J-just please get off of me." If I was not the naïve idiot that I am, I would have known exactly where Karasu was going with this and would have never have answered that question truthfully. Of course I noticed my mistake too late.

"Is that so." His grip on my arms tightened even more causing me to scream out in pain. "Do you 'cherish' it, your virginity?"

"Wait, Mas-" Before I could finish he kissed me again, this time forcing his tongue in my mouth. I tried to resist, clawing at his arms and trying to kick him but he only pressed his body closer to mine.

"You do realize that your struggling is futile, right?" He smirked taking his own shirt off while holding me down with one arm.

"Stop! Stop please!" I begged growing extremely frantic just then getting the idea of what was about to happen to me. But his tongue continued moving lower and lower to my navel. "N-no… please…" My head was spinning and it took everything in my just to breathe.

"Relax a little, love," Karasu whispered into my ear, his hand drifting down my body to my hips, "or else this will hurt a lot more then it's meant too…" The last thing I remember were those malicious violet eyes taunting me, the warmth of his body against mine and the most disgustingly sick sort of pain I had ever felt in my life.

Slowly waking up, my eyes scanned my surroundings desperately trying to remember why I was lying half naked on the cold hardwood floor. Little by little I was able to uncurl from the ball I was in all the while trying not to cry from the pain coursing through my body. My arms were covered in bruises from being held down for so long, some of the bite marks he had given me were still bleeding and my head was throbbing from all of the hair pulling. Finally I managed to pull myself up off of the ground and began to look for the rest of my clothes all the while trying to avoid looking at myself in the large mirror since I was pretty sure that I looked really pathetic right now. It was pretty obvious what had happened to me yet my mind refused to accept what had just happened. There was no way that I was just raped. Not me. No way, no how. Still I felt sick both mentally and psychically. All I wanted to do was to get out of my Master's house as quickly as possible. Hearing the shower on I knew I had to leave right then before Karasu came back . Not caring about the consequences of leaving without permission, I gathered my stuff and left as quietly as I had awoken.

My school uniform was ripped in multiple places and I was covered in injuries so I wasn't too surprised at all of the stares I received on the train ride home. All I wanted was to get home, take a hot shower and scrub my skin until it was raw, washing away this disgusting feeling of impurity off of my body. By the time I had made it home I was almost in tears, trying helplessly to block out the memories of the rape. Not wanting to have a mental breakdown on my front porch, I opened the door and crept in, really, really hoping that everyone, especially my mother, had already gone to sleep seeing how it was already past 11:00. I was just about to climb the stairs when I heard my mother call my name.

"Shuuichi, honey is that you?" She asked. Turning around I found her sitting in the chair by the front door.

"Damn it…" I swore to myself. "Yes mother, it's me. Now if you don't mind-"

"Come here." Shuttering I slowly made my way over to her dreading her reaction to how I looked. The second she saw me, she gasped eyes wide.

"Wh-where were you…?" I avoided her shocked expression pulling back slightly. Once again I was forced into telling her lies, something I had done all of my life, only why did this time feel so much worse?

"I was at a friends house?" Ahh, my most used lie. Usually this worked and she would stop her little line of questioning, but tonight she only shook her head.

"Sit." She snapped pointing to another chair near her. "We need to talk." Guilt and fear clouded my mind when I noticed how red her eyes were. Apparently she had been sitting up crying and waiting for me… "Who is this 'friend' that you've been hanging out with recently?" She asked obviously trying to hide the shaking of her voice.

"I-I…" Stuttering I quickly tried to think of someone. She'd never asked me who this 'friends' was before. "Just Shunsuke."

"I've talked to your old friends and they say that they haven't seen you in over a month."

"Then it was someone else at my school, you don't know them."

"Your classmates say that they see you leave right after school everyday by yourself." Her eyes narrowed cutting me in half.

"You've talked to my classmates about me?" I cried now growing angry. Why wouldn't she just accept my lie like normal and leave me alone? What gave her the right to invade my life like that-

"Why are you lying to me Shuuichi?" She yelled getting up and standing over me.

"F-fine! It was someone else at some other school-"

"-What other school?"

"It doesn't matter!" I screamed back at her standing up only to have her push me back down.

"Fine! Then at least tell me where you're getting all of those injuries." She yelled starting to cry. "More then once your school has called asking why everyday you come to school covered in bruises! They think we're hurting you! Do you even understand how important this is?" She screamed shaking me by the shoulders. "If someone is hurting you-"

"I fell down the stairs alright! Just leave me ALONE!"

"Since when do you 'fall down the stairs all of the time?" Crying she ran a hand through her hair.

"I don't-"

"Because 'supposedly' you 'fell down the stairs' last Monday, Thursday and Saturday! I'm not going to even ask which staircase you keep 'falling down' because I know you're just going to flat out lie to me!" By now my head felt like it was going to explode from all of the screaming. I just wanted to take a shower and sleep off all of the dirty feelings I had but no, I had to go through all of this.

"I'm fine." I nearly whispered trying really hard not to cry in front of my own mother.

"Fine? I can hear you crying yourself to sleep every night!" She grabbed me and forced me to look at her. "How do you think that makes me feel? Not having any idea where my 14 year old son is half the time and why he's been depressed for over a month straight!"

"Stop, mom please!" I begged holding my head.

"And what about this? Your school also wants to know if the rumors about you 'cutting your wrists' was true or not!" Pure dread filled me as soon as she said that. There was no way that she could ever find out about my little habit. My mother knew to much, no, everyone knew to much.

"N-No! I-" I said feeling extremely weak.

"How do you get cuts like that from 'falling down the stairs'? Admit it, you're hurting yourself on purpose aren't you!"

"Mom, I-I don't cut. I'm fine." I tried to force a smile on my face desperately wanting to convince her otherwise.

"Show them to me." She demanded. "Show me your wrists."

"It's not- I wouldn't-"

"If you don't then you shouldn't have a problem showing me!" She snapped.

"I don't-"

"SHOW ME YOUR WRIST NOW SHUUICHI!" She reached to grab my but I moved struggling to get away from her.

"What's going?" My stepfather appeared from the stairs running over to comfort my mother who had fallen to the ground crying.

"He's CUTTING himself!" She sobbed into his arms. "He's KILLING himself!" My stepfather turned to me and before I could move, grabbed me preventing me from running. I screamed suddenly frighten by another male touching me so soon after being raped.

"LET GO OF ME!" I begged now starting to cry.

"Check his wrists Shiori." He said calmly still holding me tightly. She pulled herself up and grabbed my wrist pulling the sleeves up and ripping off the sweat bands to reveal the many cuts that adorned my wrist and forearm. She stared for a few moments in shock before raising her hand and slapping me across the face.

"You should be ashamed of yourself Shuuichi." She said and just like that, something inside of me broke. Like the one thing that kept me sane, from completely losing it had been destroyed and the next thing I knew I was screaming and crying at the top of my lungs.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" My sudden out burst must have startled my stepfather because he let go of me. I threw myself to the ground, pulling my hair and sobbing even harder. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH!"

"I-I…" My mother whispered trying to say something. "What do I do?" She asked desperately glancing from me to my stepfather.

"We have to take him to the hospital." He said. "He is obviously sick and needs to be helped now." He reached for me again but this time I pulled away.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T EVER TOUCH ME!"

"Shuuichi, please." Shiori began eyes filling with tears. "You're sick and you need help-"

"I'M NOT SICK!" I screamed. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

"Shiori honey, you go out into the car. I'll get Shuuichi." Grabbing me by the arm he started to drag me across the room towards the garage, then forcing me into the back of the car. "You sit back there and make sure he doesn't try to hurt himself." He directed to my mother slamming the door shut. "Should we restrain him?"

"No, I'll take care of him." She whispered. He got into the drivers seat and started the car driving towards the nearest hospital. I lied curled up on the back seat sobbing as my mother gently stoked my head.

"It's going to be alright Shuu-chan." She said touching my shoulder. "We're going to get you some help from a doctor and he'll solve this problem of yours. Everything is going to be okay." She kept repeating over and over, though she was wrong. Everything was not going to be alright.