Warning: Okay, as I said before, rated M. I won't go into explicit detail, but this will be a mature theme. This chapter is basically "leading up" to what happens and giving you an idea of where the characters' heads are at and how things progress. A little bit of humor, but don't expect a whole lot in this story as it's a serious matter and I don't want to taint that.

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Chapter Two

"I don't think I like sake very much," Inoue choked, a nauseated look on her face.

"Ah, ya just gotta get used to it! It'll grow on ya. Just drink it faster and you won't even notice," Keigo advised, paying little attention to the look of disgust on the girl's face as she fought back the urge to vomit.

So far, Inoue had only finished one beer to Keigo's three and Sado's four. She noticed that, as big as he was, Sado was still an inexperienced drinker and showing signs of intoxication. The first sign was that he spoke. The second sign was, of what he spoke.

"Hey, Keigo. How big d'ya think her boobs are? I mean, if you were to guess offhand." He whispered this as though to conceal, but said it loud enough to make it obvious to the girl in question.

"I dunno, Chado. I'd say maybe a D, to estimate," he guessed, inspecting her frame more closely, as though he were a doctor checking for tumors.

"What the fuck, D? Those are at least double D's." Sado challenged defensively.

"You may be right. But there's only one way to know for sure. Hey, Inoue," Keigo concluded, his voice rising as though she hadn't heard the rest of their debate. "Chado and I were just wondering… what size are, you know, your breasts?"

Inoue blushed, looking downward meekly at her own body, which she was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable with. "Um. Double D, I think," she mumbled self-consciously. What did it matter? she thought.

"Holy shit, dude! Can we see them?" Keigo was growing progressively more self-assured, daring to ask such smack-worthy queries.

Normally Tatsuki would be on him within seconds of even THINKING of asking such a thing. Where is Tatsuki when I really need her? the young girl asked herself, imagining the brutal blows the poor boy would suffer in such a circumstance. I shouldn't have just assumed Ichigo would stick around to watch over me. I'm so… stupid.

"N…No, of course not!" she stuttered, panicking a little at the boy's sudden straight-forwardness.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down Inoue-san! It's cool; I respect that," he reassured her, his hands raised in surrender. "How 'bout we play a game?"

Inoue's ears perked up. She always loved playing games with Tatsuki-chan. Like, hide and go seek in the dark (she always loved rearranging the furniture and hearing her friend stumble and fall flat on her face!), house (they became the new-generation family, led by two struggling lesbian parents), even truth or dare! What kind of games did boys play? she wondered.

Sado looked like a lost puppy, confused and eyes glazed over. It looked as though he could understand and decode the crickets chirping more than he could translate the rambling of his classmate; the mastermind of the evening. He merely followed suit; not particularly "all-there" but still somewhat participating.

"It's called, 'I have never.' You've probably played it before, but this one has a twist. Every time you've done something you hear, you have to take a drink."

Inoue tensed up, recognizing the "game". This was what boys did for fun? She didn't understand the point behind this; but she knew Keigo had something up his sleeve. Immediately her mind searched for anything she might not wish to admit that she'd done in her life. Really, I'm pretty innocent. I don't see how I could lose this game.

Forming a circle on the damp grass, the group began their first round. Inoue noticed how the moon had seemed to cloud over and even the stars began to hide behind a night's sky. Not even the moon watched over her any longer.

Keigo started. "Okay. I have never… had a vagina," he blurted, cackling at his clever concept of the game. "Drink up, Inoue-chaaaan!" he mocked, tilting her drink to force more down her throat. "Come on, you're just sipping! You have to drink more than that!"

Sado's turn. "I have never… um… drank alcohol." Glancing at the bottle in his hand, he went into hysterics, lifting his bottle in salute to both his friends.

The three made their toast to the lie, Inoue nervously chugging more this time so that Keigo wouldn't force her to once more. Feeling the nasty brew flow at even greater speeds and quantities, her eyes widened. Her stomach was queasy and her body was telling her to vomit.

"You okay, Orihime?" a dazed Sado asked his friend, genuinely concerned.

She nodded, not really believing it herself. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks."

"Your turn, Inoue-chan!" stressed an exuberant Keigo.

Swallowing a bit of her own saliva, her mouth becoming dry with the anxiety, she pushed herself to continue. "Um… I have never…" she thought of something she had never done that the boys might have. Kissed a girl? She shook her head; no, Keigo had probably never even come close. She had to think of something good. "I have never watched a porno!" she exclaimed, giggling to herself for her witty submission.

Sado lifted his bottle, preparing to drink once more, but Keigo held his bottle before it could tilt any further; clearly perturbed by Inoue's suggestion. "That's not how you play the game, Inoue!" he roared, the veins on his forehead bulging. "You don't say something you've NEVER done. You have to say something you actually HAVE done so that you can drink!" he corrected the girl, his voice calming.

Inoue was perplexed by his double-standards. "But you—" she started, before being immediately cut off.

"I've already had over three bottles by now! You haven't even finished two yet!" he lectured, justifying the tweak in the game.

She nodded slightly, not persuaded by his reasoning but unable to argue with him. "Alright. Um… I guess… I have never… kissed a boy!" she declared, taking a swig, embarrassed by the admission. In truth, her only "kiss" was a peck on the cheek; but what the heck, she wouldn't let them know!

Keigo shuffled nervously in his place. Suspiciously, he turned his back to them for a second. When he faced them once again, he had a sheepish expression on his face, a bit subdued by whatever he'd done with his back to the others. Sado's pupils expanded in realization.

"Did you just take a drink, dude?" he pried, eyeing his friend.

"What? No way, man! I never kissed a dude! That's disgusting! Why would you even ask me that?!" Keigo shouted defensively, with a nervous glitch in his speaking.

"Um… whatever, man. Your turn," Sado submitted, deciding that he'd rather not know any more.

"I have never… seen Inoue topless!" he chimed, grinning at Sado and turning his attention to Inoue.

She sighed in exasperation, finishing off the remainder of her sake for having seen her own breasts. The game's stupidity was becoming clear to her. The boys cheered her on though, imagining what such a view might be like and envious of her for keeping such a thing to herself.

Sado took a moment to reflect before coming to a decision. "I have never… worn flower hairpins!" he proclaimed with a wink to Inoue.

Keigo handed the red-headed girl a third bottle and watched, with great cheer, as she relinquished all power to the sake; her face twisted in repulsion. This is too much fun, he thought to himself. I can't believe my luck! In truth, he'd been waiting for an opportunity like this to arise for a long time; his ego taking many blows with every boast Mizuiro made, or every girl that staked claim on Ichigo. If I had Inoue-san, he fantasized, wouldn't Ichigo just be furious? The bastard. She was eyeballing him from the moment he walked into her life, and he doesn't even give her the time of day. He completely takes for granted that, at any moment, if he wanted to have his way with her, it'd take no effort at all.

Inoue's head began to spin. She couldn't even focus on her classmates any longer. Her mind raced, but at the same time, it hurt to think. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and become lost in Kurosaki-kun's sweet embrace…

"Inoue-san! Inoue-san, are you okay?" Keigo asked, forced concern overlying blunt apathy.

She nodded and lifted herself back off the ground, rubbing her head—sore from the impact. "One more round, then we'll go home."

Keigo nodded in agreement, helping her sit back up and balancing her with two carefully-placed hands—one just below her chest and one supporting her back. She shook him off, feeling uneasy with his touch.

"I have never skipped class, just 'because'!" Inoue announced unenergetically, taking a big gulp of the substance; still fearing Keigo's coercion to drink more. Sado joined her in drinking to this one, having skipped himself a few times unnecessarily.

Keigo whined. "I'd have skipped too, you know; but sempai-san never lets me! It's not fair!"

Inoue steadied herself, becoming a little estranged from her surroundings. I need to go home, she thought. Soon.

Sado eyed her worriedly, noticing that the protective barrier that usually surrounded her had crumbled. He looked down at the bottle in his hand. Is this my fifth or sixth bottle? he pondered to himself, unable to answer. Even though he was a big and muscular guy, he still didn't know just how much he could handle, or how much it would affect him.