Minna-san! This is just a short series that I spun out in my frustration to update My Immortal. Stupid me for leaving my doodle pad which has an entire chapter written in it inside my locker at the hospital. Stupid, stupid me.
Well anyway, I have to let out some steam and sadly you're at the receiving end. Let's just say it's a post-valentine's day outburst.
This is probably the darkest piece I've ever done…but I need to warn you. This is fragmented because this is based on Fix You...which I don't have the time to update if I wanted to finish My Immortal. It has a little flavor of Will you still love me tomorrow at the beginning but that's where it ends.
YAOI'S NOT DEAD! Hated the femryos and the hets flooding POT section of FF. Sorry guys.
This is written in Ryoma's POV.
As usual, I don't own POT…I treasure it. Wherever, whenever Takeshi Konomi stops, I start. Thanks guys!
I MISS YOU SO MUCH!
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"We better skedaddle before anyone shows up."
I kept my eyes closed as I listened to their hurried footsteps. I don't know why but if I wanted everything to end right now, I should've opened them and screamed at the top of my lungs, secretly hoping one of them would panic and hit my head with a rock.
That would be a sweet, sweet death. A death well deserved by a whore like me. I now realized that it was the term Tezuka (I stopped called him Kunimitsu, it's proper I think), was going to use to describe me earlier.
But no! I have to suffer.
I tried to even out my breathing, working my brain into controlling my body again. There were three of them and only one of me. My body's literally and metaphorically breaking apart. I know I must be bleeding in my ass as they took me two at a time. I know if I don't die of blunt force trauma to the head, I would eventually succumb to massive bleeding and infection.
Everything aches. I slowly, gingerly pulled my body to sit, meaningless tears washing my face with traces of their essence. I spotted my bag not too far from where I was so I crawled, like a lowly maggot. The greenery was far too dense this area...a perfect rape/date spot.
Too convenient.
I winced as I took out my spare clothes and put them on. I gathered what's left of my clothes earlier and rolled it into a pack. It should keep the blood from dripping down my thighs as I walk.
My house was not too far away and the twilight will give my enough camouflage. I've decided that if I'm going to die today, might as well be in the comforts of my house. It's still a long way though, given my condition. But I'll survive...like I always did.
Because being a boy with a pretty face and being able to play tennis has one perk, my body is not fragile. My stomach started to hurl and I gagged as I spilled my guts and their essence onto the ground. I was secretly hoping that they'd push too hard and end up choking me but having had practice again made me evade death.
I spat out the bile in my mouth, a more welcoming taste before I pulled myself to stand, I'm not broken anywhere expect for my spirit.
I'm not going to call the cops. I won't call Kazuya or Houo either.
Who's going to care if a whore got gang-banged? No one.
No one will care.
I'm not worth anything.
I am nothing.
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A/N: I'm so cruel. I know. I'm that twisted right now.
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