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Warning: Chak, Shounen- ai, malexmale, homosexuality, man love, or anything else you can think of to call it. If you don't like it then click that wonderful little back button that was created for this sort of reason. I will use any flames to heat my home in this rather cold weather it'll be better for my wallet in this horrible economy anyway.

Bitter Taste

Jack stood in front of Chase fidgeting uncomfortably under his indifferent golden gaze. The night before Jack had come to a resolution. He would no longer aggravate his idol with his lowly presence ever again. The decision had hurt him to the degree where tears began to form in his burgundy colored eyes. He would visit the Dragon Prince one last painful time before going through with his resolution.

Scarlet eyes glanced over to Wuya who was hovering over the ex-monk. Jack could never possibly tell the elder what he wished to with the evil sorceress there staring at him with mocking eyes. He fiddled with the sleeves of his black trench coat that served as a protective barrier of his body from prying eyes.

"What is it this time Spicer?" The Heylin demanded in a bored tone.

Jack bowed his head suddenly finding the tiled floor of his crushes citadel very interesting. It was more than a little overwhelming to know that today would be the last day he would ever annoy his secret love again. That fact made him both happy but also despairingly sad. Jack forced himself to straighten his shoulders and turn to Wuya.

"Could you please leave?" He asked in the most pleasant tone he could muster to the woman who had abandoned him.

She sneered at him, "I will do no such -." She was cut of abruptly when Chase raised one of his hands.

"Leave" He commanded, staring intently at the albino before him. It was clear that the evil genius's request intrigued him.

She gaped at him before scowling, "Are you serious?" She screeched in disbelief. He turned to glare at her effectively silencing the witch. She huffed in indignation turning on her heel walking out all the while muttering ancient oaths beneath her breath. The elder male returned his attention back to the self proclaimed evil genius before him.

Jack cleared his throat before beginning to speak, "Chase Young I want you to know…" He faltered for a moment. "I want you to know that I love you." He finished with more confidence that with what he actually had.

Chase raised an eyebrow at the bold statement, but offered no response. Jack was not surprised in the least that his idol had nothing to say. A part of him wanted the male to reject him out right so that he would crush the crimson haired teens' feeling for the evil dragon.

Jack had finally said what he needed to, to the man he loved and would finally be able to leave him in peace though it was at the cost of his heart, but that was the price he was willing to pay. Jack attempted to smile but failed miserably only managing a grimace. He turned away from the man in armor that would forever hold his heart. A stone of disappointment settled within his stomach when Chase did nothing to stop him from leaving the premises. He did not call out the albino's name nor did he come after the crimson haired male.

Jack found himself in his laboratory before long. In front of him stood a Jack-bot holding out the materials he had ordered to be ready upon his arrival. His pale hands first picked up his black cell phone. He took a deep breath silently hoping that there was nothing on it. He flipped it open wincing when he saw the words, 'One new voicemail' on its miniature screen.

He called it entering his password when asked to do so, "You have one new voicemail." A female said in monotone.

Jack paled when he heard the chilling familiar voice, giving his skin a grayish undertone. "Jack this is your mother." Came the cool disinterested voice. "Your father and I will be retuning in two days notice. We do not wish to see your face nor do we wish you are there upon our return as will be having guests, so please be as so kind to stay in your room or leave." She stressed the word leave in a way that made it obvious that she would prefer it if he was indeed gone when they came back. "End of message." He hung up the phone throwing it angrily across the room.

From the moment he was able to under stand the English language at the delicate age of a year and one-third his mother had made it painfully clear that he was nothing more than an unwanted mistake. During the rare time she was at home she was cruel to him. Mentally and physically abusing him to make it clear that he was nothing more than a nuisance to her way of life.

She hide him away when people came over and would lock him in a closet for days at a time if anyone accidentally saw him. He would be forced to stay in the dark cramped closet without any food or water and had a corner where he would urinate or defecate. He was forced to sleep standing up so he would not accidentally touch the foul corner. When he was finally released the light burned his sensitive eyes and his face was gaunt and hallow from the days with no food. He was forced to clean up the corner when he wanted nothing more than a warm meal and a soft bed. This was only one of her foul methods when he did something that she disliked.

He took the mistreatment in stride not once ever letting her see the true damage of her harsh words and twisted torture. His father was of no help acting as if the pale sickly colored boy did not even exist. When it became too much for the abused child he fled to the basement that eventually was transformed into his laboratory and second bedroom when he was too tired from planning his evil machinations. There was a simple bed in the corner that he would collapse into, it was used far more often then his own room.

Sighing heavily he sat down on his work chair. He had time, he knew he did. With a tired smile Jack took a second object from his robot. "The perfect home coming gift." He softly said to no one running a finger along the cool object.

He had no parents as far as he was concerned, as much as they felt they had no son. The closest things he had to friends were the Xiolain losers who mocked him mercilessly and labeled him as a failure. He had never had the pleasure of going to school public or otherwise. Everything he knew was self taught because his mother thought that education was not a privilege he deserved, so he was never able to make any friends and most people were put off by his odd appearance. Then there was his one sided love that would never be returned.

Jack had, had enough. Life was no more than a bitter taste in his mouth. Although he had never been one to toy with the idea of suicide believing it to be the easy way out that only weaklings took, he felt that it was his only option left. He was so sick and tired of all the disappointment that had been given to him over and over again.

The albino positioned the cool metal object against his skin hissing as the iron bit into his skin. He dragged the blade along his arm following the vein that was clearly exposed by his pale skin. Blood began to pool along the wound spilling toward the new opening quickly as if desperate to escape the confine of his veins. He knew he could have found a better way to go. Faster, less painful, more creative, but he just wanted to stop thinking, stop over complicating things. He switched the blade to his other hand, it was slippery from the crimson liquid gushing forth. He wanted to stop complicating the lives of those that did not need him.

Jack frowned blinking hard trying to clear his suddenly blurry vision so that he could bring the deadly object to his other arm. He struggled to lift his arm feeling as though it weighed a ton and fought to keep the slick razor in his shacking hand. The evil genius gave up allowing his wounded arm to fall limply beside him the fatal metal dropping to the floor with a short telling ringing sound as it hit his cold cemented floor.

The garnet haired male soon found it a struggle to keep his eyes open. His pomegranate colored lips half open as air struggled to come in and out of his lungs. There was also an unsettling cold locating itself into him, chilling his already weak body to its marrow. The cold reminded him painfully of the loneliness he felt everyday of his superfluous life.

Scarlet eyes became hazy and lungs struggled to continue functioning. His heart toiled to continue beating only pumping more of its precious life giving blood out of the wound in vain to keep its host alive. Jack found blackness edging itself into his conscious. For a moment he could have sworn someone had spoken his name his half-lidded eyes tried to find the voice, but the darkness claimed him in its evil embrace.

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To be continued.

A/N: I did not mention character death in the summary for a reason alright. I'm just letting you know this now so you don't come at me with an angry mob or I could be lying hmm I wonder which it is…