Well, well, well...It's been less than a year this time! Around...7 or 8 months? I'm working on it. Well, this is the next chapter. I own nothing.

Sorry for not updating but I've been busy lately. I had a school production and I have been having issues with my ADD so I had to take medication again...and then that wasn't working well so I had to switch...yadda yadda. I've also been trying to figure things out for the Anime Club at my school, due to the fact I'm Co-President. Annnnnnnnnnnnnd... I have ANOTHER performance coming up for my acting troupe and then I have tryouts for One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest at our theatre...

A lot has been going on. O0o

But thank you all for the lovely reviews! I hope this satisfies you and I want to apologize ahead of time for how crappy it is. And short.


French proved to be useless for Kurogane because the teacher decided that she wanted to change seats halfway through a quarter. Now he no longer sat next to Fai. Not only that, they weren't even close enough to pass notes. While the football player was on one side of the room, by the windows in the back, his best friend was right by the door in the front on the other side. Kurogane tried not to yell in frustration. He wouldn't be able to talk to Fai until after school now. The brunette groaned and lowered his head to the desk, realizing he couldn't even do that. He had practice and Fai hated the jocks, much less watching them run around while yelling jeers at him. The two boys had tried having Fai wait, but the results were very undesired.

The last bell rang and Kurogane headed for the locker room. The big teen's face was stuck in a frown due to the fact he had to go spend time with people who were still wary of him. And because he couldn't talk to Fai. But that was a given. Sighing and getting into his uniform, ignoring the looks from his teammates, Kurogane thought of what he'd say to Fai when he was finally able to talk to him.

"Alright boys, hit the showers!" The coach went into his office as the team trickled into the showers, laughing and making jokes. Kurogane hung behind and began his shower after the other boys had left. His hair stuck to his forehead as he lean against the wall, the water hitting his back, cold pellets stinging his skin. When he had finished, he walked into the changing area. He removed the towel around his waist until he heard a shuffling at the end of the row of lockers. Being in a corner, Kurogane felt his chest tighten as he brought the towel up, covering himself as he saw a staggering figure at the end of the row.

"Who the hell is there?" Kurogane heard his voice waver, but didn't have time to think as he saw his coach come out of the shadows. "Coach?"

"Kurogane..." Kurogane stiffened as he heard his coach speak. The older man's voice was slurred and he wasn't walking straight, sure signs of him being drunk. Kurogane backed into the lockers and eyed his coach.

"What do you want, sir?" Kurogane figured that being polite would be the best way to get out of whatever situation this was.

"You... You showered last today, didn't ya?" The coach loudly snorted and moved closer. "Probably wanted to watch them other boys, eh? Cause you're a faggot, right?" Kurogane flinched from the man's words.

"I am, sir, but I showered last because—"

"Shut up!" Kurogane blinked and looked at the man who was now too close for comfort. "You... You'll ruin me. I can't have a winning football team with a faggot as the quaterback." Kurogane moved his head away from his coach's, the smell of alcohol too strong. His face was roughly pulled back and Kurogane felt his chest tightening again. His coach, a man in his mid 50's, kissed him. Vomit came up Kurogane's throat and he pushed the man back. "What?" His coach snarled. "Don't you like this, you queer?"

"Get off me!" Kurogane protested but his coach was strong, much stronger drunk than he had hoped. As his coach continued to slur insults at him, Kurogane's towel fell to the ground. Kurogane's yells echoed off the empty locker room walls.

Kurogane came to school, his head hanging low. He had bags under his eyes and his face was paler than usual. Fai bounced up to him, happily surprised.

"You're here early for once! What's the occasion? You have some work to make up?" Fai was glad he got to converse with his friend a little longer than usual, and he showed it. Of course, he was happy to get to see Kurogane in all his athletic glory, his red eyes, tan skin, pale face, haggard look, lost expression— "Kurogane? What's up?"

"Nothing, Fai. I'm fine." Kurogane wasn't surprised that Fai noticed the difference, but he couldn't say he was happy he was prodding.

"Kurgy," Fai began.

"Really, Fai!" The older teen snapped. A few passers by looked at him and scurried off. Fai looked at him, his blue eyes wide. "Really... I'm fine. Just, leave me be. I need to be alone right now," Kurogane whispered. Fai moved toward him a moment, but Kurogane's cold shoulder made him retreat. He walked off, confused and hurt about his friend's reaction. Kurogane leaned against his locker and covered his face, trying to calm himself down. He knew he'd have to apologize to Fai, but right now he was too on edge. Too nervous. He could still feel it. All the pain. He shuddered and headed to his first hour, his head pounding.

Fai had no idea what was going on with Kurogane. The boy hardly ever snapped at him, and when he did, it was after Fai had told him he had gone on a date. Kurogane was an aggressive person, but he hardly ever got really mad with Fai. So, the blonde was thoroughly confused.

What had happened to his friend? What was going on?

'You like that, faggot?'

'Come on, slut, tell me how much you enjoy this... I know you do.'

'SCREAM FOR ME.'

Kurogane muffled his cries for help, too stubborn and afraid to give into the yells from the man above him. He could feel the bruises forming he was so sensitive, and his eyes shot open when he felt excruciating pain from his backside. His screamed, his voice becoming hoarse as he felt his insides burning. His eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out, a gross voice ringing in his head...

'You ain't a fuckin' virgin no more, homo.'

Kurogane snapped awake. He had dozed off in study hall and regretted it. The memories flooded him and he was on the verge of crying. He covered his face and breathed heavily, feeling vulnerable and weak. He began to feel dirty, dirty and used. His eyes tightened shut, but shot open when only images of his whorish self flashed before his eyes.

He wasn't a virgin anymore. He was impure.

And it was all his fault.


And there we go! What happened to Kurogane!

Imma work on the next chapter and I hope this tides you over.