Well, I think I should say SORRY! I have no good excuse this time. I'm such a horrible person not updatingggg -3- Well, I had to write this one fast so it MIGHT look a little rushed... And oh my god I totally didn't follow up on my words on the PM and review thing... Lol... I'm a crappy author whatever. This chapter doesn't even have nice sex slash rape! Stilllllll I hope it's ok and I hope to update again soon... At least it won't take as long as this time... I hope. :3

Cold.

Voices.

I'm floating.

. . .

Light. Bright, white light is the first thing Akira saw when he came to.

"A-Akira?"

Slowly shifting, Akira caught a glimpse of Keisuke's relieved expression. He seemed to relax his tensed shoulders as he kneeled next to Akira.

"Thank God you woke up! I almost thought you never would! You almost gave me a nervous breakdown sitting here waiting for you to open your eyes." Keisuke said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't tire his ears, Keisuke," said Rin's voice on the other side of the brunette.

Akira turned his head. He could see Rin and Motomi. They smiled, but not as widely as Keisuke.

There was a constant ringing in Akira's head, a sort of buzzing, which made his head feel heavy. He slid his right arm under his back and pushed, getting up. Suddenly, an extremely painful shock struck up his spine.

"Argh!" Akira grunted, falling back down on the couch he was laying down on. Shit... My ass... Memories of the most recent meeting with Shiki came flooding back to Akira.

His audiences' faces fell instantly. Keisuke looked like he was about to burst into sobs. Rin and Motomi scowled in worry.

Akira began to wonder how they had found him. In what state had he been in? Naked and passed out cold? He must look so pathetic, disgusting... Akira shut his eyes, wishing the others would too and forget that they'd ever seen whatever they had witnessed.

"Akira-" Motomi began.

"It's ok if you want to rest more..." Keisuke said.

Shit...

"Damn this, just tell me, what exactly happened? Where were you for the last week or so?" Rin interrogated, fed up with having to be nice and pushing down his curiosity. "What the hell were you-Ouch!"

Motomi had elbowed him. Keisuke had kicked his shin. That shut him up.

"It's fine, Akira. Get some more rest... Or if you're awake enough, go take a shower." Motomi suggested in a soft voice.

"I'll take a shower." Akira muttered, feeling pitiful. He felt a soft cloth against his bare legs.

Keisuke and Rin were frowning at each other. Motomi handed a pair of jeans over to Akira and whispered, "Wrap the blanket around you when you go up. Your old jeans were... gone, but they sold jeans for some reason so we traded cards for it. I hope you don't mind it's not brand new."

Akira gratefully took the jeans, wrapped the blanket around himself-noticing that, thankfully, it was long enough to cover his upper thighs-and slowly and carefully supported himself up. His back hurt like hell, but he knew he had to take a shower. He was filthy.

. . .

Warm water. Akira supported himself against the wall and let the warm water rush over his head. This way, it didn't hurt as much.

The silver-head sighed in relief. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be warm and safe. As soon as his whole body was soaking wet, Akira reached for his back. He let his hand slide down and let his finger slip into his entrance.

Oh, fuck.

A sticky liquid began pouring from his ass. It streamed down the insides of his legs. That damned Shiki bastard had cum inside of him. Never had he done this before.

"Agh..."

Even though it fucking hurt, Akira dug deeper into his ass. He groaned and his body jerked as another round of this liquid poured. After a few more rounds of digging and groaning, the boy put his hands back on the wall. He was breathing heavily, extremely glad that it was over. How many times had the man cum in him?

Akira rinsed himself one last time before he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. The boy slipped on his shirt and the jeans he had been given.

When he goes back downstairs, would the others want to know what happened? Rin seemed pretty impatient already. Motomi and Keisuke would want to know too, right? Although they compressed themselves before, there was no reason to do it again now that Akira had rested and showered.

Akira's reputation was shattered. That strong, independent boy... Now a helpless kid practically begging to be rescued. This was like a nightmare come to life. Tormenting him? Well, fine. But exposing that so everyone else can see? That was a whole other thing.

But he would have to talk to someone, right? He couldn't keep it in forever... So who to choose to talk to? No way he would make a conversation out of this with all of them. He would definitely lose himself.

But would anyone want to talk to him at all after what happened? Having sex with a man... Never in his wildest imaginations had he thought about this concept, let alone really do it. How disgusting... How despicable...

For the first time in many years, Akira wanted to cry. But he controlled himself, not wanting to weaken any more.

Akira scooped up his jacket and the blanket and opened the door. Motomi was standing outside.

"Hey," said he, "that sounded painful."

Akira did not say anything.

"Keisuke and Rin are still giving each other death glares."

Akira nodded.

"I see you've got your jeans on."

He nodded again.

Motomi was quiet for a moment, brainstorming the way he should ask.

"I probably look disgusting, don't I?" Akira suddenly said.

Motomi looked surprised.

"You hate me now, don't you? How can you be so calm even standing by me? I had sex with a man."

The middle-age man waited to see if the silver-head had anything more to say. When Akira stared down at the tiled floors, he spoke.

"Akira, I don't hate you. No one does. Keisuke is mad at Rin because he thinks that Rin gave you a hard time when you weren't even ready to talk. Rin was just worried. It's just how he delivers his mood. Plus, Akira, it wasn't sex. It was rape. Wasn't it? We aren't angry. We don't hate you."

Akira stared up at Motomi. For a while, they endured silence.

"How was I when you found me?" Akira asked, breaking the silence.

Motomi dragged Ina cigarette he was smoking. "I didn't. Keisuke and Rin did." He seemed to check Akira's face to see if he was still following. "They said you were sprawled on the ground, no pants. And there was blood. Your jeans were gone so they brought you in straightaway in the blanket they asked me for."

"Blood?" Akira mumbled. Blood. Even though he'd done it countless times...

Motomi sighed. "Who was it, Akira?"