Dude.

Hitoki: Jeri didn't really die. Hence her appearance. It just wouldn't go with the story if she happened to randomly explode.

Heh heh heh…

Hitoki: This contains more sexual contact than the last. As a matter of fact, it is VERY NEARLY an NC-17. The only reason it isn't is because no proper intercourse is involved. Non-consensual masturbation is also included. It was all Henny's idea…of course… and henny wrote some of that part…

So what?! I'm perverted! I like the idea of Hirobrat getting tortured! SUE ME!

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Hitoki: You will not.

FEEDER AND 'A' AND ANY OTHER BAND OR SONG OR THING THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO ME DOES NOT, BELIEVE IT OR NOT, BELONG TO ME. AND DIGIMON DOESN'T EITHER.

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Takato POV

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The next day I rang up Kenta and asked him round. This big Kazu problem needed sorting out soon. I rang up Kazu.

There was a long wait until I heard the receiver lift up.

"We can't answer you right now." A male voice boomed out of the phone.
"Why not?"

"It's my son."

Panic erupted in my chest.

"What happened to him?"

"In the evening, my wife saw him go into the bathroom with his CD player still turned up at a high volume. She turned it down. She passed the bathroom. Kazu was singing. His singing got weaker and weaker, until there was a thunk. He sang one more line and then everything went quiet."
The fear started rising, making my throat contract and my stomach jolt. "Did she go in?"
There was a sigh. "She did. Kazu was on the floor. His wrists were bleeding."
"Oh no…" I murmured.

"You're one of his friends, right? Takato?"
"Yes sir."
"Listen here, Takato. Do you know why he might have…done that?"

The fear was suddenly replaced by anger. I slammed the receiver down. What the hell was Kazu's dad playing at? 'Why might he have done that'… pah. How's about because you went and beat him up, how's that for a reason?

I paused. The doorbell rang.

Kenta.

"Hi Takato- what….what's up?"

I told him, and his glasses fell off.

"We have to go see him."

"But Kenta-"
"I don't care."

I didn't want to argue- I wanted to see Kazu too. We took a bus to the hospital and asked to see him. The receiptionist eyed us warily, shuffling some papers on her desk. "You're family, I suppose?"
"Yes," I lied. "We're his brothers."
Kenta blinked at me, but nodded convincingly. No one except me can tell when Kenta lies.

She sighed. "Ward on the second floor, bed sixteen."

We nodded grimly and headed up the flights of stairs.

It was easy to find out which bed was Kazu's, as you could hear rock music playing (quietly) from his cubicle. Kenta grabbed my arm before I went inside.

"Careful… his mum could be…"

Oops, I forgot about that. I carefully looked around the curtain. His mum was there.

"I'm still going in," I said to Kenta quietly. Before he could protest, I'd swerved the curtain aside and I walked in. Kenta dithered for a second before dashing after me.

"What?" Kazu's mum looked at us, shocked. I hung my head sheepishly at her. Kenta was behind me.

On the other hand, a very happy voice greeted us with-"Hi guys!"

I glanced over to Kazu, who was on the bed. His arms were strapped to the bed and there was a stereo on his bedside cabinet. God knows how he got it in there.

"You seem happy," I murmured.

Kazu's mother blinked at us again, then sighed. "Seeing as you're the first people to make him happy, I'll let you in. For a while."
"Thanks, ma," Kazu grinned at his mum, then looked at us. "How'd you figure out I was here?"
Kenta didn't say anything. I did. "Your…dad did."

Kazu frowned. "My dad's a dickhead. He doesn't know anything, you should know that."
"Ignore him," Kazu's mum said.

Kenta fingered at his glasses unsurely. Kazu's mother noticed him.

"It's you! You're that little kid who…" she broke off.

Then she burst into tears. "If I hadn't seen you with your arm around him, he wouldn't even be here! No wait, it's my fault…if I hadn't told…"

"Mum," Kazu started witheringly, looking at her. "Do you seriously believe I would slit my wrists just because Dad pounded the crap out of me?"

I glared at him. Insensitive git.

"Well….why not?"
Shut up I prayed. Kenta had his hands over his eyes. Just please, Kazu, shut up about what happened or….

"Heh." Kazu rested his head against the pillow. "You don't know anything. Do you know what happened when I went around to Henry's?"
Kazu's mother shook her head, speechless.

"Okay, here's the deal. Here's the full list of reasons why I tried to die last night. And it isn't the first time, either." Kazu looked with pride at the longest scars on his arms. "One, Henry's dad raped me that night. It killed."
Kazu's mum let out a strangled gasp. Tears were pricking at her eyes. I stood up, a hand on Kenta's wrist.

"We should go."

"No." Kazu shook his head gently. "Two. My dad beats me up. Three. EVERYONE seems to think I'm fucking gay. Kenta does. My dad does. Takato does. My mum probably does."

"No!"

Kazu flopped onto the bed in exhaustion, worn out from talking. His poor mother had tears flooding her cheeks. I nudged Kenta, he nodded, and we left.

"Oh, God," Kenta murmured softly.

"I know," I nodded. I felt tears slowly edging out of my own eyes.

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A Year Later

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Janyuu POV

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The few days after the incident… I spent all my time in the library. I said it was to revise things for work. I was really just contemplating what had happened. I'd actually fallen in love with the kid when I was saving him with the ark. The data for each kid was displayed along with a picture. It was a crush at first sight.

He felt better than he looked. Just tracing the tips of my fingers over his skin was amazing. Even my wife couldn't compare to him. He was amazing…

And now he's marked as mine. I've taken his virginity.

I watched him grow up in the year following. It was such pain to look at him becoming more and more beautiful before my eyes, and yet not be able to touch him. I've never felt this sort of want in years.

Henry became a lot colder to me all of a sudden. One day I let him out to visit Takato and when he came back he refused to talk to me. It didn't matter. I still cared for him, I provided for him. But I wanted Kazu.

His hair's grown. It's become as long as so that he can tie it up. The scars on his arms have healed, leaving thin, willowy marks and his pale skin. I couldn't resist any more.

The urge got so powerful that I decided to go after him again. At night, I'll abduct him for an hour or two from his home… or just get him there and then if he's out of the streets.

You just wait, Hirokazu Shiota.

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The group walked down the street, laughing and shoving at each other. Jeri leant over, staring in awe at one of the scars on Kazu's arms.

"Let me touch it again."
"Go on then."
"It looks so horrible." Henry blinked at it.
"It looked worse when it was cut."

Jeri shuddered and her hand retracted. Takato folded his arms behind his head. "You guys want to go see a movie on Saturday?"

"Sure," Kazu nodded.

"Definitely," Kenta cleaned at his glasses with his jacket. Jeri smiled her approval, and Henry nodded too. Rika fidgeted.

"I kinda said I'd go to this coffee bar downtown with Ryo…"

A loud 'aaah!' resounded around the group of friends. It had taken no more than a year for the closeness between Ryo and Rika to become a relationship. Rika blushed and growled.

"Any bad comments and I'll call up Renamon!"

Takato shot a side-glance at Kazu, who grinned. The friendship between Kazu and Takato and Kenta had slowly repaired. In a few months, they were better friends than before. As such, both Kenta and Takato had taken to dropping a few hints about their feelings on him. He noticed of course, but as he slowly learned to live with the main trauma, Janyu,( he avoided going to Henry's house no matter what) he dealt with it.

"Aww, here's my house." Jeri sounded disappointed. "See you guys."

"Bye Jeri!" the others called after her, waving.

Slowly the group got whittled down. Finally, they were all back home.

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night

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Kazu sat quietly on his bed, nodding his head slightly to a newly bought Comfort in Sound CD. His mother peeked in.

The poor woman couldn't cope with the problems, so she had claimed for a divorce. Because of Kazu's constant demands that he would not live alone with his father, Ms Shiota gained custody of him and they'd moved to a smaller flat, near Takato's bread shop.

"You okay, honey?"

"I'm fine, ma." Kazu leant on the bed, closing his eyes. "Can I go out for a walk?"

"Where?!" Panic filled the mother's eyes. She's grown overprotective of her son and hated him leaving her sight.

"Just to down the beach front. I'll be back in an hour at the most," Kazu looked pleadingly at his mother. She relented.

"Fine…but an hour at the most."
"Thanks, mum."

The fourteen-year-old grabbed hold of his visor and jacket and quickly slipped both on. Calling his mother a goodbye, he left.

The young boy walked along the beach front, watching the sea. He remembered watching it just over a year ago….and shivered. Kazu walked along the natural shelf and leant over, his entire body relazing as he watched the last rays of the sun die on the water's surface. He smiled.

It's beautiful.

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Janyuu POV

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He's perfect.

I had to do some impressive lying to leave the house, but I made it out. As the sun set I was walking on the beach front, when I saw him.

The breeze flew past and ruffled at his hair. He didn't notice me.

I was wearing a dark coloured jacket and dark clothing, so I hid in the shadows. He started to go down the steps on to the beach and I followed. He was standing by the deserted showers stall, where people swimming in the sea could wash off, and he stood there for a minute. I struck.

I crept behind him and my hand shot out, clamping across his mouth. The poor kid's eyes bulged and he struggled, until I clamped another arm around his chest, choking him. As he lost breath, his body fell limp. I let go and he tried to recover his breath, but before he could I shoved him into a shower stall and locked the door, then tore the lock off. I may be forty three, but I do still have some strength left in me.

"No…no…NO!" He bashed on the stall door desperately. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"

Sensing what he was going to do a split second before he did it, I slammed down the water on the showers, drowning out the sound. He backed into a corner, looking like a frightened rabbit.

"What are you going to do to me?" he squeaked.

I gently closed my left hand on his arm, while the other reached up to stroke his hair. "I want you again."
"No….please…no." he fell to the floor and hunched up, quaking. He was such a headstrong, outgoing boy at first. I've done a lot to him. "Please…anything but.."

"Clothes off now," I ordered. He whimpered and I slapped him across the face.

"Please…" tears mingled with the shower water. Slap. He whimpered again and tugged the jacket, shirt and visor off. He hesitated before the rest.

"Do it."
He wriggled out of his trousers and underwear and desperately tried to hide himself with his hands.

"But sir-"

He instantly realized his mistake. I was issuing commands. Who gave him commands? A teacher. He thought I was a teacher. Cute.

"Master."
"What?"

"You will address to me as Master until you leave… and the time you leave depends on how good you are."

Kazu looked uncomfortable, obviously feeling discomfort from being trapped. I never experienced the feeling, but it must be awful. I was about to make it go away. I grabbed hold of him. He started sobbing.
"Please, Ja-Master, just…let me go home…"
"Not yet." I stroked his hair again. It was wet from the shower, dripping in his hace and forcing him to close his eyes. "You're such a pretty boy….you know that, Kazu?"
"I'm not gay….I'm…I'm not!"
"You understand though, don't you? You are a pretty boy… you have nice hair, nice skin, nice eyes. You're a very cute boy."
"Master-"
"On the floor."
His screams were music to my ears.
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TBC