Finally, another chapter. Now I have to answer questions from viewers.

Seiri-sama: Be happy, I updated soon! Thank you for that warm fuzzy of a review! Please review again!!

Demon ragdoll: I know he is cute! You'll understand later on in the story...its kinda the whole plot

Okay, those are the only people with questions for me. Please have more and review with all your love!!

Cold hands held his head in place. He tried to move, but the chains kept his body rooted to the spot. A freezing finger forced his mouth open, slipping crimson liquid into it. Shutting his eyes, a taste of copper and iron filled his senses. He started coughing, but they just made him drink more. More and more until it were gone. He started choking, putting his hands to his throat. He hated the taste, but they made him drink it.

The cold hands left, leaving him on the ground that was equally cold. He cried, holding his head. Why was it like this? Why did they do it?

Slipping into a daze, he laid his head down on the stone, shivering. Finally, he closed his tired eyes.

And another pair opened. Surveying the room, he realized he was still in the exact same place, only older, a lot older, to be exact. His untidy hair was still the same, only a little but straighter. His green eyes still stood out against his tan face. A light scar ran across from cheek to cheek, a pink accent against the tan.

Sighing deeply, he got up and stretched, feeling a few vertebrae pop back into place. He scratched his head, staring at his surroundings. It wasn't much, since it was the bottom level (or basement) of the Manor. Either way, it was where he slept since he was small, when his mother died.

He shuttered, closing his eyes, trying not to think about it. Lying back down, he stared up at the cobwebbed covered ceiling. The only sound besides the rats that scuffed across the ground was the dripping of water in one corner. His room was in the basement level of the manor, a small, stone room that never got any light besides a lamp. It was run down too; the only furniture was his bed, which was basically straw covered with a sheet, and a small table.

Someone began to knock on his door, the wood emitting a deep, hollow sound. He jumped at the noise, not used to the knocking. Usually they'd just bust through, no matter what, he thought to himself.

Sighing again, he stood and walked over to the door. Right when he opened the door, a man fell through. He jumped back slightly, covering his nose. The smell of burnt flesh hung in the air.

A man about in his early twenties stepped through the room. He was wearing a loose-fitting tee shirt with some tight blue jeans. His orange hair was spiked up like always, the same color as his mothers.

He smirked when he saw Shuuhei cover his nose, bending down and grabbing the man on the ground.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Never smell a burnt human before?"

Another man walked through, pushing Shuuhei slightly to the side.

"Leave him alone, he's still getting used to it." The one who pushed Shuuhei aside stated, jumping up and sitting on the table. He grabbed him and held him close to his stone cold body, ruffling his already messed up hair.

The one with orange hair laughed, throwing the body out of the room. "You sicken me sometimes Kaien."

He smiled as the other one left. When the door closed, he pushed Shuuhei off of him, causing him to fall over on his bed. Smirking, he went over to lie down besides him, his ice blue eyes staring at the ceiling.

"You know, they really need to get you a better room."

Shuuhei smiled, which was rare for him to do. "Don't worry about it. I'd rather be down here than see how bad they messed up the Manor."

Kaien sighed. "About that," he started, "I'm really sorry. If only I-" Shuuhei held up his hand.

"Why does every conversation of ours always end up with you apologizing for that? It's happened years ago. Get over it."

Kaien grinned, rolling over to get a better look at his face. "Are you over it?" He asked, his blue eyes filled with concern.

For a blood-sucker, Shuuhei thought to himself.

For one of them, though, Kaien was different. He had hair similar to Shuuhei's, untidy and raven black. His attitude was the same basically, only Shuuhei was quieter. He was honestly Shuuhei's only friend since his mother died.

Mom, he said, sighing. Kaien glanced at him but didn't say a word.

It had happened almost twelve years ago. He was seven then, introduced into the world of monsters most children would believe to be only in fairytales. After they killed his mother, they took over. Everything was theirs now. They made him sleep in the bottom chamber of the Manor, the only things keeping him company was the creatures running across the floor. Sometimes, Kaien would come and visit, but besides that he was alone.

"I…I guess so." He answered after a few minutes. Kaien nodded, lying back down. Shuuhei never found out what happened to the person who held him. He knew it was one of them, but he was different, he had a different vibe. And, Shuuhei added, and he was warm.

It was as if after that day he just disappeared, leaving Shuuhei to them when he promised everything would be okay.

Sighing again, he leaned his head on Kaien's chest. Closing his eyes, he tried to picture himself somewhere else, with someone else holding him instead of a cold body.

I LOVE you. No…I really LOVE you…..XD

ByaRukifan…get out of my story

But…But, It's Purdyful…..HAPPY

(Sigh) ByaRukifan… if you must stay…you have to announce Renji's part to the audience…

Wait…what?!

The next chapter is about Renji's POV… just be all like. "RENJI IS ABOUT TO COME UP NOW KAY??"

But, I gotta work on my fic…..But….Okey-Dokey Then. :D

Alrighty. Next chapter, ByaRukifan is gonna announce it. Review please!!

ByaRukifan: Okay, Next Chapter Will Be in Renji's POV! With the first part to be between Kaien and Shuuhei….featuring LOT'S AND LOT'S OF SEX!! AND GUY LOVE! GUY LOVE! IT'S LIKE I MARRIED MY BEST FRIEND, BUT IN A TOTALLY MANLY WAY! LET'S GO!

ATLEAST FIVE REVIEWS FOR THE NEXT CHAPPIE TO BE A YAOI!!