A/N: Back home now. Had a whirlwind of a time with work. Got back from the US just two weeks ago and had to finalize so many reports and projects I barely had time to eat, breath, sleep let alone write. Well, here's a breather. Thanks for the new follows, but please don't expect me to update quickly. My schedule is so tight but I promise I won't let this story die in vain.

P/S: And I promise you WILL fucking hate me after you finish reading this chapter. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! Happy endings in the horizon? Maybe not. Maybe NEVER!

Chapter 38-Prologue 4: Just A Little Too Late

"He won't come for you, you know. Even if he did manage to find any information of your whereabouts, he would be too late," that insidious lewd voice whispered in Misaki's ears angrily. "I'm going to make you feel good, you know, your body is already betraying you. You may not want me, but your body can not shy away from the pleasure only I can give you,"

Ijuuin was beyond mercy. He no longer had an ounce of remorse or pity in the vessel that was now possessed by a single-minded narcissistic mission. Raping the green-eyed man from behind, he had spread Misaki's cheeks wide, causing Misaki to tear and bleed and cry, begging the mangaka to stop hurting him. Hot red blood trickled down Misaki's thighs and the stench of desecration was thick in the air.

The mangaka's mind was too absorbed, too clouded in the ecstasy of his beloved's hot, moist cavern as he pounded his engorged phallus repeatedly into Misaki. Misaki was his, finally his, his to claim and his to violate however he pleased. He turned Misaki around to face him and tied both his wrists with the rope that had bound him earlier. Lifting his legs in the air, he was rewarded with a full view of the young man's modesty.

And this snapped at his sanity.

Unable to restrain himself, Ijuuin bent his head forward eagerly and began sucking on Misaki's member greedily. His rough tongue expertly lapped and teased the young man's member until it became engorged itself. His large hands restricted any movement Misaki had as he pinned his knees down to his shoulders. Disgusted with himself and despite fighting valiantly to not succumb into Ijuuin's sexual torture, Misaki came; shooting thick, hot bitter liquid into Ijuuin's mouth. The mangaka laughed hysterically as he licked and sucked Misaki dry. His body had betrayed him and he begged for forgiveness with all his heart to his beloved Akihiko.

His cries for mercy fell on deaf ears. The mangaka, not yet satisfied that he had humiliated Misaki into the depths of despair, was like a man possessed, he positioned his phallus towards Misaki's already torn and bruised entrance and began ramming furiously up to his balls into him. Misaki felt fresh hot tears cascading down his cheeks and cried to his heart's content.

He had never felt this extremely violated and he could feel the tears and the damning agony as though a knife was wielded into him repeatedly. He wanted to shut out the heavy grunts of pleasure and wipe away the disgusting moist saliva on his skin as the mangaka licked and kissed him. He shut his eyes against the man he had once idolized. He wanted to die and end this torture.

Oh God, please just let me die now…

"MISAKI!"

Just as he thought the world would keel over in despair, just when he thought his body could no longer take the ferocious brutal poundings that served as his punishment for ignoring Ijuuin's advances all these years, just when he thought his heart was about to stutter to its final beats, he heard the most heavenly voice that could only be his final salvation.

But what's this? Why is my heart refusing to beat… he's here… I want to live…

No…

"Watch me take what's yours, Usami-sensei!"

In a twist of event, as if the torture had not been enough, he felt his body turned over and he was on his hands and knees on the floor. He felt the arrogant bastard's invasion in him again and as quick as he was in, he felt him yanked out forcefully. A sudden emptiness filled him and he breathed in almost ridiculous relief that he wanted to laugh out loud in utter gratefulness. His legs unbuckled and fell to the floor. He turned his sore neck enough to see a flash of silver hair before his sights dimmed and the floor met him rudely with a sickening thud. His heart calmed down to a beat… before it finally stopped.

It's all over… Thank you… Usagi-san… for coming for me…

With a maddening roar, deprived of sanity, Akihiko landed punches after punches towards Ijuuin's physique but he could not understand why the latter still kept on standing, still kept on laughing, still egging him on, despite the excruciating pain he was in. Ijuuin was continuously bathing in his short-lived victory. He had raped Misaki in front of his rival, Misaki's own beloved. He had finally owned Misaki and he had been right all along. The sweet precious nectar that only Misaki owned was finally his. He finally one-upped the great lord Usami Akihiko.

"How does it feel Usami-sensei? How does it feel to be powerless to save your beloved Misaki? Now I know why you wouldn't let him go. He's just too fucking delicious!" Ijuuin smiled bitterly, wiping the latest punch inflicted wound on his lips, and laughed hysterically. He spat the blood from his mouth and silently grabbed the small army knife that lay hidden in the cuff of his pants, "Oh and did I mention he came in my mouth? So hot and sweet and bitter! He couldn't resist me after all!"

"You son of a bitch – " Akihiko reiterated, for the millionth time, and came after the crazed mangaka, lifting the man up to his feet by the collar of his shirt, "You will pay for what you did to Misaki!"

Before he could strangle the laughing man to death with his bruised bare hands, he felt a sharp pain sliced through his chest. Looking down, he saw the helm of the blade protruding out of his ribcage and he looked up with bitter red hatred at the man who now, despite the precarious position he was in, was smiling at him snidely, pushing the blade deeper and twisting it to maximized the pain.

"You son of a bitch – " Akihiko muttered in pure seething rage as he applied pressure in his hands, cutting off the precious oxygen in the man's lungs.

"Misaki is mine," Ijuuin managed to whisper in vehemence and defiance, "He may love you, but at the end of his life, I have made him mine, and you can never take that away from me. YOU, Akihiko, I have finally beaten YOU,"

Strangled laughter gurgled to a stop as the man wheezed his last breath, losing consciousness and finally succumbed to darkness. Akihiko poured his final strength into strangling the last of the man's breaths out of him and only when he felt the bastard go limp and heavy did he finally let the body go to crumple to the ground in disgrace.

Ijuuin's final words rang loudly in his ears. He could not tune the treacherous voice out of his mind. Denial was not strong enough to refute the claim. He knew, despite wishing to the heavens for the opposite, he knew that Ijuuin was right. He knew he could not take away what the bastard had done to his beloved no matter how much he wished for it.

Even if I paid with my life…

Misaki, forgive me… I have failed to protect you…

Stormy amethyst eyes – pupils dilated into opaque darkness – refused to blink back the angry tears that were caused by the sight he beheld in front of him. His chest heaved in labored pain as he struggled to breath, knowing full well that his lungs might already be drowning in his own blood as his gaze shifted to the knife protruding out of his left ribcage. A dark crimson stain was slowly spreading its evil red fingers across his crisp white t-shirt, a definite sign that his life force was slowly spilling out of him, in deadly surety.

His knees buckled and he fell to the ground, unable to keep his upright position any longer. With what remaining strength he had left, he pulled the lifeless form in front of him towards his chest, cradling him tightly. He swallowed in pain, but it wasn't the pain from the knife sticking to his side like a thorn. He swallowed the pain of being too late to save his beloved from a sentence worse than death itself. Misaki, his poor Misaki, had been desecrated like an animal, without compassion, without mercy…

He was too late. The information he received of Misaki's whereabouts came too late for him to stop the heinous crime against his beloved from being committed. He forced his eyes to take in the multitude of bruises marring the sweet porcelain skin that he loved so much, the long fingerprints that was now purpling from where he was strangled and held down, the misshapen bruises that deformed his beloved's face, the cuts that was inflicted by the bastard Ijuuin on his skin every time he struggled to fight free…

He forced his eyes to remember the sight of blood that was now slowly drying between his lover's legs, and the stench of humiliation his beloved suffered. He forced himself to remember. He would atone for this gravest sin many lifetimes over.

"Rest now my love, it's all over," Akihiko whispered, holding his beloved in his arms tightly, closing the now vacant green eyes that once held in it so much life with his right hand, "You fought so well baby… I'm so sorry…"

He placed his forehead against Misaki's cold temple and gritted his teeth against the tears that spewed forward like a torrent. He held Misaki to him as though there were only the two of them in this world. With a heave of frustration that choked his emotions and shattered his resolve, with a feeling of desperation that he had never felt before in his lifetime, he raised his head to the heavens and screamed his beloved's name in anguish…

"MISAKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! "