EXTREMELY GRAPHIC

This is a YAOI, there is LEMON, there is RAPE

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Eiji is pronounced (Eh- ee- gee)

O-ne is pronounced (Oh-nay) not a stuttered number one.

If you don't catch it, Eiji has neko ears ^n_n^

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Any questions, I am happy to answer.

" Eiji! "

" Hai! " Eiji answers, he grabs the hot tea-kettle with the tips of his fingers, rushing to pour the hot liquid. " Eh-! " He replies in pain. Eiji sets the tea-kettle back onto the stove, hurrying into the study.

" What took you so long, Eiji? " He asks sternly, undeniably aggravated. Eiji sets the cup and saucer down on the desk.

" Gomen ne, Yoru-san. " Eiji squeezes his hands tightly, fiddling them in front of him, ears laid back in his hair. Yoru looks up at Eiji from his seat, Eiji quickly drops down to his knees, sitting on his feet. He almost falls over backwards as Yoru's hand strikes him in the chest. " O-ne! " He exclaims, Eiji's head drops further, he returns his hands to his knees. Yoru grabs Eiji's arm in his hand tightly.

" Look at me Eiji. " Yoru demands. Eiji turns his head up towards him, white hair falling in his face.

" H-Hai, " He answers quietly.

" Don't do it again " Yoru says, his thin lips set seriously. Eiji nods, looking for a response in Yoru's face. Eiji nods again.

" Hai " He answers again. Yoru shoves Eiji to the floor, he remains in the position he'd landed in.

" Get out. " Yoru dismisses him. Eiji pushes his body from the floor, he rushes to the door, quickly turning the silver door knob and letting himself out. Eiji's heart starts to catch it's natural beat, he bows his head, walking towards the living room. Eiji stops in front of the large television, looking at his reflection, he sits quietly with legs crossed in front of him. He feels his ears start to release from lying back so tensely, Eiji sooths them with his burned fingers. His silk-soft ears return the favor to his fingertips.

" O-ne.. " He whispers. Eiji now places a hand on his shirt, where Yoru had hit him. The dark green screams loudly over Eiji's pale skin, he presses the area lightly. " Never. Never, look down on Yoru-sensei. Never again. " He thinks to himself, he lowers himself to the floor, stroking the tan colored carpet, he scratches it lovingly with his shortened and dulled nails. Eiji lets out a deep sigh, letting sleep take over him.