"Please, just let me rest." Hiroki groaned. He wasn't about to let Nowaki see the true side of him now. It would be too shameful, as it hasn't even been 1 month yet and his true feelings have already been erupted.
"Tell me!" Nowaki urged. Hiroki rolled his eyes, using whiny noises wasn't going to work on him. All his victims offer him tons and tons of money begging to be let off the hook. Pulling up his pants, HIroki threw the covers over him. He then felt a face nuzzled next to him.
Nowak's face was dangerously close and Hiroki blushed. He could feel Nowaki's hot breath on his neck. Hiroki gulped and tried not to mind.
"Hiro-san, who's Massa?" Nowaki asked. Hiroki widened his eyes, how the hell did the man know? Hiroki gulped and pursed his lips together tightly.
"M-my boss." Hiroki muttered out. Nowaki smiled and then suddenly frowned. He hovered over Hiroki and took out his phone. Hiroki gasped as he saw the picture. He tried to grab the phone, however, Nowaki shook it away before he could even touch the screen.
The picture was not only revealing, but extremely embarrassing. It was a picture of him tied up, blindfolded, and being fucked. Hiroki hissed and tried to grab the phone. However, Nowaki wouldn't give it to him. Hiroki growled and leaped at Nowaki. Slapping the man on the face, Nowaki gasped. No one, no one had ever slapped him before.
Hiroki glared at Nowaki and took the phone, going to the bathroom, he threw the phone in the toilet. Nowaki gasped, his phone! All his data and contacts were in there!
"What the hell!" Nowaki yelled, Hiroki 'hmped' and threw himself back on the bed. He threw the covers over him and resumed to sleeping. However, it seemed Nowaki wasn't satisfied with being the one to lose. He took Hiroki and tied the man up with the tie Nowaki was wearing. Hiroki gasped as he felt his pants being pulled down.
"What are you going to do, rape me? You lowy piece of shit!" Hiroki spit at Nowaki. Nowaki didn't say a thing and resumed doing his actions. Just as he was about to put his dick in the man under him, Hiroki said something that made him stop.
"Would you really do this to someone you love, or are you lying to me like all the others?" Hiroki said. Nowaki widened his eyes. The question had so many meanings hidden under it. But all Nowaki could hear is the last few words.
Was Hiroki broken like him too? Has he been through all the pain Nowaki has been through to get to this position where he gets to be the most powerful one? Slowly, Nowaki pulled his pants up. He untied Hiroki and Hiroki got up. Glaring at the man, Nowaki couldn't even look at Hiroki. He was overtaken by a mixed feeling of guilt, shame and sadness.
Hiroki, without saying a word, walked out the front door. The only thing Nowaki could do was listen, to the opening and closing of the door. He has seen many things throughout his life.
It was true that he was an orphan. But that wasn't even the worst part.
What disgusted Nowaki to no end, was the way the people treated him when he begged them for a spare change or two. They would kick him to the side and spit at him. His nightmare was over when he was saved by the person who took him into the Kusama Orphanage.
That night, when he saw HIroki about to stab him with the knife, he wasn't scared. He thought of Hiroki as an angel, who with a knife who was sent by god to free him from his worries.
The way the man's hair was illuminated by the moonlight, the way the dull eyes were full of regret. Everything told Nowaki that Hiroki was the exact same as him. Broken, and had to do everything for survival.
Nowaki sighed, the tears fell from his face as he remembered the words that the manager of Kusama Orphanage told him before he left to make his great journey as a young man who would contribute to society.
'Nowaki, there will be one day where you will meet someone who will
make your heart flutter. And no matter how much you want to spend
the rest of your life with them. You will come to realize that maybe the
one you love, won't be the one to spend the rest of eternity with you.
And you will come to accept the fact that true love is when you get to
see the one you love, being happy, even if it isn't with you.'
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Misaki cried as his arm was being twisted. He was no match for this enemy. The mission that was assigned to him was going to be life and death. Misaki screamed as he was thrown on the floor without mercy.
The person laughed and kneeled in front of Misaki. He smirked and raised Misaki's badly cut face. There was blood pouring from his wounds and Misaki hissed as he felt a salt covered hand rub all over his face.
"Won't you look at that? Your crying, I've finally caught you. Misaki Takahashi." a loud laughter roared through the large empty room.
Misaki, instead of worrying about his body, was more focused on his breathing. If he could get enough energy back, he would be able to use all his power and revolt an attack. Inhaling in and out, Misaki ignored the pain on his face. Perhaps the person got bored of watching the boy, so he dropped Misaki on the ground and left.
Misaki groaned as his face came in contact with the cold metal floor. His hands were tied up, making him unable to get up or move. Misaki tried to loosen the tie, but it was made of such a sturdy material, he couldn't break through.
Bending down, and using his mouth he took out a knife and dropped it on the floor, turning around he took it in his hands.
Slowly sawing away the strong rope, Misaki winced every time he made a move. His hands were already badly bruised from the savage treatment he received earlier. When he finally broke free of the rope, his hands were bloody with the red metallic liquid.
Sighing, he laid down on the ground waiting for the man to come back, he put his hands behind his back. Pretending that he was still tied up.
