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WARNING - THIS IS Shounen-Ai

Thank you and goodnight/day/evening/morning.

It's been almost a year since we met.

I was sitting in a corner of the subway, glaring at anyone unfortunate enough to walk past. My hair was stringy from the night's rain and it helped to hide the fact I had been crying. I was absolutely sure my cheeks were red along with my eyes. Then some one walked past, I saw thier shoes stop in front of me. I guess the person knelt down because I ended up seeing some knees soon after, barely touching the dirty floor I was sitting on. I hand was next, as it tipped my chin up cautiously.

I flinched, and was struck stupid in the moment I saw the older man's eyes, and soon forgot about my growing hate. They were bright green, and the most lovely thing I've ever seen. I almost felt ashamed of my dark eyes, like everything else. I pulled my sleeves closer to myself and skooched away from the man. I didn't want to feel the way he was making me feel.

"Are you okay?" He asked. His voice was so smooth and sounded as if he was geniunely upset that I was alone by myself in a subway, sitting on the ground trying to dissappear.

"Yeah. And what's it to you?" I shot back, my voice slightly cracking. I didn't want to be near this man, so I glared at him. He was wearing a kind of casual suit, if you can imagine that, and his hair was so unruley. It made me want to touch the firey locks and run my hands through them.

"Nothing at all." He whispered slowly in that smooth soothing tone, a small grin on his face. Just small enough to make me doubt if I was seeing it or not.

"Then why are you talking to me?" I had asked in my tired and strained voice. My violet-silver hair was covering my eyes, and most specifically the one that was cause for my crying. I knew there was a black ring taking form around it.

He moved to slide the hair away, and I almost slapped him. I didn't, and I don't know why. That decision to not do anything would be the basis for my next year, living with this strange, strange man.

"Oh come on…No?…….Why?...WHAT NO! I'd nev-…yes, but….No. That's not what- yeah, but. Seriously? You think I'd-" This continued on, me listening to a very annoyed Blonde guy, trying to explain why someone had given his boyfriend pictures of me with him. It hadn't even really happened and I knew the pictures were photo shopped… but who would ever tell dad that? He was just so damned suspicious of anyone trying to steal his job, he'd even put me in the line of fire. The conversation continued on for almost another ten minutes before the guy handed me the phone.

"Yeah? What d'you want?" I asked without a single drop of emotion in my voice. Inside I was tired of having the same conversation repeatedly with the same person. In fact anyone would act the way I do if they had to practically be the parent in the father/son equation. Oh and Mom doesn't know dad's gay. Great I know.

"Why do I have pictures of you in a bar with my boyfriend? First it's on the street and then other places. What the hell is the matter with you?! I'm trying to get further up the chain so I can feed you and your mother!"

"So you're selling yourself for money. Joy. Oh and while your at it, would you mind coming and picking up your sobbing boyfriend before mom gets home?" I know I'm so joyous and caring of my father's feelings, right?

"WHAT! He's at the house? Why is he there? What have you been doing to him? Get him out! If your mother finds out-"

"Yes. I. Know." I said in my hardest possible tone. Not louder just more…solid.

"Fine. See you in a bit." I could hear complaining in the background, meaning dad was in the middle of some 'business'.

"Bye." I said and turned to look over at the topic of my discussion. "Are you okay?" I almost hated dad for going for such a younger guy. He was probably only 25, while dad was almost ten years older than him. Don't get me wrong. Dad looked to be 20 or so but it wasn't true, and that's why this guy was kinda freaked out when he first saw me today.

"Yeah, I think I am. You know? You look older than you are." His face was quite beautiful, what with the rounded cheeks and curved, slate colored, almond eyes. Chestnut hair hung in straight patches in places all over, suggesting he had just awoken. His slim body was most definitely deceitful as he had proved earlier. He looked lanky and helpless but could probably lift me over his shoulders right now. Not that I weighed enough to make a difference.

"Yeah I know. I'm only 16 y'know." I said nonchalantly and waved my hand for him to follow me. He did and we set off up for making dinner. I had asked for help earlier but it got delayed with that little call. When we were about done, dad showed up. He was ruffled with his black hair looking sweaty and clung to his head.

"Might want to take a shower dad." I said without looking back over.

"Yeah what ever. You! Come here." Dad grabbed the guy's arm and drug him to the bedroom where the ceremonial fight happened.

Every time one of dad's boyfriends found me, and that one guy's currently number 15 since I found dad with a boyfriend when mom was out, They always had a fight about dad's real age and then me in general. Sometimes one would be understanding and would stay around for a month or so afterwards until dad slipped up and came home drunk.

The only reason I encouraged the boyfriends was because I wasn't getting beaten up as much. I felt better going into P.E. and being able to change without having to huddle into a corner and hope that no one could see any of the bruises littering my torso and other spots normally covered by long sleeves and dark jeans. I took dad's attention to myself when he was upset or drunk. So far mom doesn't know. Or so I hope.

Back to them. I could hear some yelling then it suddenly got really quite, then a bang. I could only assume dad wasn't hurting him but kissing. I really hoped this one wouldn't get hurt. He was too pretty, and kind, and probably didn't deserve dad at all, but none the less I didn't want him hurt. Mom was due home in about half an hour. I'd give them twenty minutes then knock.

When I did, the dinner was done and I hoped those two were. Knocking I could feel a sudden silence hit again.

"Ten minutes dad." I yelled, " Get him going and take a shower."

I could hear a muffled protest of a lover calling one to the bed, but it was ignored.

"Get going." I heard dad say and I backed off down the hall to the front door and opened it just as the guy rounded the corner. I almost felt like laughing. He looked like the pure epitome of depression, like a kid getting scolded by a grandma. It was hillarious.

I held it back though and tried as best I could to give him a sympathetic look. I don't think it worked. Oh well I backed off and tripped on the damned cat we have. I hate the mangey thing but it's nice to have him when dad's done with me. I sat down for a few minutes before mom came in and smelled that dinner was done. She gave me a smile and asked the occasion. I said nothing and kind of just melted into the couch. She frowned and walked in, popping her shoes off as she went.

Mom was lovely and I don't see why dad didn't want her. She was still 29 and absolutely beautiful. She's doing pretty good for a teen mother. I'm 16 by the way. I can't wait to get out of the house though. This house is a hell-hole for my mentality. I have to hide my books or he'll steal them and burn them. God knows how much I've cried over those lost books. God also knows how many different Library cards I have for different addresses. It's the only way to avoid being charged.

Anyway I watched her go as she asked where dad was. I said the shower as usual and just left her to fend for herself with the table setting job, while dad came in and pretended everything was fine...well it wasn't.

Yeah okay... anyway the begining is from the subway started it all short. You crazy people wanted me to keep it going so...joy you get it.

yadda yadda don't care. Please enjoy and don't eat it. Have a nice day.