Rated: M/A , NC-17 for cursing, violence, and sexual themes .

Summary: Kohta Has finally had enough of saya's never-ending remarks and rude comments . So he Takes his gun and leaves. He's gone for 7 months and he runs into the group again . everyone's surprisingly alive and surprised to see him and how much he's changed . (I don't own HSOD, and am making no money from this)


I knew the questions were unavoidable, but that didn't mean I wanted to answer them.

When we finally reached the safety of the fort all I wanted to do was curl up and cry like the helpless fool I am, but Geoffrey ether didn't pick up on that or he just didn't give a fuck.

"What in the fucking hell was that about Kohta!?" he said worry lacing in his country accent.

"Drop it" I said sitting down on the sofa, a defeated look gracing my features.
I felt drained, all I wanted to do was forget that I saw them.

"No. Dammit Kohta talk to me!" Geoffrey said irritation and worry clear in his tone.

I sighed loudly, not sure why I don't want to tell him. I know I can trust him. I know him well enough to know he would care that I ran because of how scared I am. He knew what I went through with them, and he said that he woulda wooped some ass before he let them walk all over me like that.

I ran my fingers through my raven waves, not caring that I was sweating like a whore in church. I cleared my throat looking up to him.

"That...G that was them" I said cursing internally at the break in my voice when I finally got it out.

He looked confused for a minute, thick brow raising in confusion. After a moment he seemed to recall my confession that night .

"By them you mean...Them, them?" He asked for confirmation.

I nodded feeling my depression taking the reigns. I could do nothing to stop it, and it also doesn't really help that I'm bi-plolar depressive.

Depressions a fucked up thing ya know.
It's like your own personal heart-breaker, always there no matter what; just lurking around during the days when you feel okay. Waiting for just the tiniest of cracks so it can seep into you and break you down.
Turning your once hard rock hope into a pile of sandy despair. Soon nothing seems right anymore.
Not even time.
Hours feel like minutes; minutes feel like hours. Everything's all Topsy-turvy and you feel like you're in a whirl pool.
I use to take medication before all this happened, but in a world where all your medical experts wanna fucking eat you; it gets pretty difficult to get a hold of things like anti-depressants.

I was drawn out of my musings by a large hand, calloused from years of hard work being placed on my shoulder.

Nothing was said, but somehow I found this small action was more comforting than any words of wisdom he could have given in its place.
Geoffrey is a man of few words, one of the many things we had in common. For him to give a big speech...that would just be weird as fuck.


Some part of me knew this would happen. I just had the feeling when I left that day 7 months ago. I knew I'd see them again. I knew it deep in my gut.

But even knowing it would happen couldn't prepare me for the shock coursing through my veins as I sat here, staring into iris' of liquid lava.

There she sat. The object of my affections.

Just sitting on my light brown love seat, playing with a single strand of pink hair.

I always admired her hair when we were in school. It was always so shiny, and I always fantasized about running my fingers through it, imagining how silky it would feel against my fingers.
Her hair reminds me of milk. . . Ya know those little cartons of strawberry flavored milk you get in school at lunch. I never cared much for the taste of strawberrys, but as weird as it sounds...I use to just look at it.

Yep. That's right, ya heard me. I use to just stare at my strawberry flavored milk because it reminded me of the bitch.
Fucking Saya.

I'm just waiting on her to pick out a flaw and yell at me for it. Cause the second she does she's gone.
I wanted to laugh at how uncomfortable she looked right now, but I can't say shit because I'm so nervous I wouldn't be surprised if they thought I was doing crack. My hands twitched nervously and I could feel a bead of sweat roll down my neck.

What am I suppose to do now? These dick heads have tainted my fucking sanctuary with there dickheadedness and now I'm the one scared ...again.
NO! I've worked to hard to let this happen. They will respect me or get the fuck out and that all I have to say about it.

I felt my warm brown eyes filled with confusion and worry, morph into hard shells of dominance and anger.

Standing I strutted to the center of the room, facing everyone within.

"Okay. Here the deal." I started with a growl," YOU are in MY house, understood?" I said putting extra infesis on the my in the sentence.
After making sure no one had anything to say I then proceeded.

"Me and my group have allowed you to stay here until you can find your fucking way out. This being said, don't get to comfortable! Because the first one to piss me off is out, got it?" I waited for a moment to see if Takashi would try anything, he's had this defiant look on his face ever since I stood up.

Surprisingly he said nothing and in a bitter tone I continued.
"I doubt you fuckers will last long. You always had a talent for pissing me the fuck off."

I directed my glare toward Saya and internally smirked when she flinched.

"This little visit you've forced upon us will not be free. You wanna stay? Your gonna work for it, if you have a problem please move your dumbass to the kitchen and I will let you out through the back." I waited sorta hoping someone would say something so I could get rid of them. Sadly no one did and I shook my head.

The fuck happened ? Why are the letting my yell at them?

"Okay then. Ren can you show them to their rooms?" I said softly, smiling in her direction. I missed the look of jealously in Saya's gaze.

She tucked a long lock of jet black hair behind a gauged ear and returned the smile.

"Sure thing hun." she said before turning to the new group of strangers.
"Hey guys, My name is Ren. Follow me and I'll show ya where you'll be crashing ight?"

They nodded and followed behind the busty ink slinger. I tried not to notice Saya's glances in my direction as she shuffled behind the group, but it's almost like I could feel the question burning in her eyes...

Who are you?


A/N: short late chapter. I apologize but my Internets out. I had to edit this in fucking Mc Donalds and that sucks for obvious reasons. Not to mention writer blocks wooping my ass . So this is probably really freaking sucky but hey what can I do? Also I think next chapter might be a Saya P.O.V yeah? Its also gonna get sexual here soon so if your not into doing the deed then might I suggest a story that's rated way below M haha. anywho 7 review this time? I'd really like that because of how difficult this is getting but I totally understand if you'd like to just say "fuck you Rennie you be sucking ass !"

Have a good day guys
~Rennie