Hellooooo! QWB, you rock. Yes you do. Plus your stories rock too! It's not fair! Why can't I be a good author?
By the way, does anyone know how old Hitoki is? And how old I am? Here's a clue- we are way too perverted for our age. ^^
Hitoki: Idiot. But I love you for the Echo Park CD ^^
=)
Hitoki: I've managed to keep my age secret for ages. No one will ever know my age. Plus, when I don't act like my age older people- up to seventeen-year-olds- think I'm cool ^^v Plus, I'll be older on the ninth. You won't.
Ah well. Anyone can have a guess anyway! If you're right, I'll tell you! But if you guess on the ninth of December, you'll have to take the guess you think from this chapter and add a year-
Hitoki: I want to do this story =/
Okee fine.
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Kazu POV
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"Don't cry out," Janyuu murmured, "Or I swear I will kill you."
I squeaked when I saw what he was going to kill me with. A gun. Ouch. The second he removed his hand from my mouth, I replied (quietly).
"Why shouldn't I? If I die, you'll still get put in jail. So I don't care."
I am such a liar. What about Takato? What about Kenta? About Rika, Jeri, Ryo, Suzie- okay, maybe not that far, but I could tolerate Suzie anyway. I did care if I died. But Janyuu wasn't to know that.
"No matter how hard you scream, it won't bring anyone here fast enough to catch me."
"They'll call the police."
"Oh, for God's sake. I don't care."
I felt something slide down inside my trousers and suddenly this great feeling washed over me. I couldn't fight- because my pathetic body wanted more of the nice feeling. Janyuu laughed. He did it again- and the feeling got better.
"Uhnn."
He carried on. His pace increased. It felt like something was rushing to escape from inside me. Then just before it could- he stopped.
"….Please…." I regretted the word as soon as I said it.
"If I carry on, I'll carry on to the maximum- and because you asked…."
It wouldn't be an offense. But I couldn't think straight anymore. I hung my head.
"I want you to."
The feeling was slipping away. Janyuu brought it back again.
When he'd finished with me….which was a long time… I was left just outside the window. Hating myself because I was too weak to ignore my stupid self. Hurt because I'd been violated again. Ashamed because I'd let Takato down.
I couldn't bring myself to get over the windowsill and back into the house- anyway, I doubt I'd have had enough energy- so I stretched the shirt I was wearing so that it covered my legs… and I fell asleep.
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Takato POV
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"Kazu?"
I woke up and I couldn't see him. He probably rolled over out of sight. I looked around carefully, so that I didn't wake up Kenta. He wasn't anywhere. I searched the whole house and the bread store for him. I couldn't find him anywhere.
Feeling a little worried, I went back to the room, where Kenta was still sleeping. I wondered if Kazu'd maybe gone for a walk. I looked out of the window…
"Oh good GOD."
I still didn't wake up Kenta. I woke up Kazu, however. He took one look at me- and he started crying.
"Kazu…come here." I gently caught hold of him under the arms and helped him over the windowsill. He smiled shakily.
"I need a bath again, Taka. While you were sleeping I looked out- and Janyuu the bastard caught hold of me." He wiped at his streaming eyes.
"He did it again?!" My voice rose. Kenta opened an eye dozily, then sat up.
"What's going on?"
The story was told again. I turned. "What did he do?"
"He didn't do anything." Kazu's voice was shaky. "I…I wanted him to do it. I let him do it to me."
And he broke down crying again. Kenta shuffled over and gently patted him on the shoulder. I put my arm around him. "It's not your fault, Kazu."
"It is," he mumbled, trying and failing once again to wipe his eyes with the back of his hand. "He stopped. And I asked him to carry on."
"Anyone would do it, Kazu. It's just nature. Your body reacts…" I glanced over at Kenta. He was chewing agitatedly at his lip.
"…." Kazu wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry. I couldn't stand up to him."
Kenta looked at him. "Kazu, you go and have a bath. Takato, you could go and make breakfast if you want… I'm going to try the emergencies."
I nodded and stood up, grabbing hold of Kazu's arm and tugging him up too. "There are some clothes in the cupboard to the side."
He nodded and went to the bathroom. I went into the kitchen, with Kenta following.
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Kenta POV
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9-9-9.
"Service?"
"Police."
"Just a second- I'll put you through."
I sighed with relief. The next voice was another female.
"What's the problem?"
"My friend… he was raped. Three times. We tried to report earlier, but the lines were down. And I know who it is, and-"
"Calm down, son. Who is this person? The victim?"
"Shiota Hirokazu."
"And the attacker?"
"Janyuu Wong."
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other side. "…I see."
"Can you send someone to the Wong residence?" I'd just noticed that Takato was watching me intently instead of making breakfast.
"Of course."
I put the phone down. "They're on their way."
Takato hugged me gratefully. "Thanks, Kenta."
He's so friendly. I guess if I were Kazu I would go for Takato as well, which just made me feel worse about the whole thing. But I hadn't got time to think about that- there were bigger things to think about.
"Um…are you going to start making that breakfast, Takato?"
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Janyuu POV
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I closed the door behind me carefully, not wanting to wake the kids. Then I heard the rustle of cereal packets in the kitchen and realized that they were awake anyway. I sat down in front of the television and I switched it on, lowering the volume. I felt better. I always did whenever I'd been out to see him. I flicked the TV channel over to some music when there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," called Henry. I heard him pad along the corridor. I got up to go see who was at the door.
"I'm Officer Procter. I'd like to see your father, please."
Procter…? Familiar….
The young lady at the door had steely silver eyes and dark brown hair. The expression n her face was very familiar. She looked stubborn. And then it clicked where I'd seen that sort of expression before…
Henry.
"It's you." She said shortly, looking at me like I was some sort of disgusting bug. She looked down at Henry, and she half-smiled. "So this is what he looks like?"
Henry understood. He looked up at her.
When I did a psychology course a while ago, I found out that there's something about children. They can sense whom their mother is, if given the slightest inkling that the woman who lives with them isn't their mother, then they can actually find out who their mother is when they see her. By smell, looks, feel. Henry definitely could recognize her.
"You're my mother, right?" he blinked.
She nodded. "Yes. Unfortunately… you're also his son." She pointed at me. "You, Mr. Wong, have been charged with the sexual assault of a teenage boy. And therefore, I have reason to arrest you."
"…" I paused. "He wanted it."
"What?" Officer Procter- Jenny- looked surprised. "No- a friend of his called, and-"
"…I did actually commit the 'offence'," I said smoothly. "But… He actually asked for me to do it. You can use that phone there."
"…" Jenny walked over to the telephone, and looked in the telephone book. She dialled.
"Hello? Is Shiota Hirokazu there? …Could I have the number, please? No, he's not in trouble… He's just helping enquiries. Yes. Thank you, ma'am." She hung up and dialled a second number.
"Hello. Is Shiota Hirokazu there? Could you get him for me, please? …. Hello. This is Officer Procter here."
I listened intently.
"What's going on?" Kazu's voice asked faintly from the end of the phone.
"We're in the process of arresting Mr. Janyuu Wong for child abuse. But he said that you actually asked for him to commit it. Is this true?"
There was a sob. Then after a few minutes of silence, there was a very faint, "Yes. The last time, I let him do it. Because-"
"I don't need reasons. The other two times….you didn't ask?"
"No."
"Good. Goodbye." She hung up and turned around with a smirk on her face. She took out her badge and held it up. "Mr. Wong, I hereby arrest you for child abuse- please come with me to the car outside."
I glanced at Henry. He was smirking too.
"Goodbye, Dad," he said, folding his arms. He looked up at Jenny. "And goodbye to you too…. Mum."
Jenny smiled. "I'd ask you to come with me, but you obviously have a mother here… and from that racket down the hall I can judge that you have a nice amount of brothers and sisters. See you, kiddo."
She left with me in tow.
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A month later
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No POV
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The sun slowly started to dip into the horizon, as the two boys watched. The sea shone blue, pink and gold, the waves lapping at the beach. The two boys on the beach turned as another boy came down the steps onto the beach.
"Mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all." Takato smiled, and Kenta sat down. Kazu nodded, his eyes still fixed on the endless stretch of blue in front.
Kenta turned his head and a small smile formed on his face. "You two are cute together."
"We're not together!" Kazu complained, but he was grinning. He unpluged a CD player that was clinging to his trousers.
"I thought you would be really bothered," Takato admitted. "I'm really sorry."
Kenta shook his head. "I'm fine with it." He looked over. "I was positive that Kazu wouldn't ever recover from Janyuu, though."
"I told you," Kazu said slowly, "Shiotas are a resilient breed. My dad in particular. Last week he had a fucking baby. A little girl. He loves her."
Takato gently put his arm around the other boy. Kazu shrugged it off.
"I'm okay with it. I don't give a toss about him any more."
Kenta hugged his knees. "D'you still give a toss about Feeder?"
"FEEDER!"
"Oh no, there we go," Takato groaned.
Kenta handed over a 'Just A Day' single. Signed. By…three people. "I went on an auctioning site and found it. Surprisingly, it wasn't that expensive, so I got it."
Kazu gently rested the single case on his knees and he looked at the three signatures. Grant Nicholas, Taka Hirose, and Jon Lee. "….Wow…Thanks Kenta. Thanks a lot!" he gently placed the case behind him and he hugged Kenta with a great deal of force, knocking the smaller boy over.
"Don't knock Grant over, Jon," Takato said, faking annoyance.
"Get him off me, Taka," Kenta pleaded.
Takato tackled Kazu to the side and pinned him to the floor. "I win."
Kenta smiled. He felt his eyes start to water and he quickly scrubbed at them. Kazu noticed.
"Don't cry, Grant." He wriggled free of Takato and hugged his friend around the middle. Kenta scrubbed at his eyes, then started laughing. "Stop calling me Grant, Jon."
Kazu grinned. "Do you really reckon I could be a pro drummer someday?" He tapped on the sand with a pair of imaginary drumsticks.
"You could be a pro nutcase," Takato said reasonably. "But we love him anyway, don't we Kenta?"
"Yep." Kenta poked his friend in the shoulder. Kazu opened the CD player and slotted a CD single into it.
"It's getting late." Takato looked up.
"It's never too late to sing Feeder songs," Kazu retorted, putting the player on the floor, turning up the volume and placing the headphones down. The song started blaring out.
"This one was on the radio last night," Kenta recollected, fiddling with his glasses.
"Yeah. It's the new one, right?" Takato lookd at the CD closely, but it was spinning so fast he couldn't make out the name.
"Suffered the breaks, you know I still remember it…
It keeps burning away…
You know that I may take a while
To come back around…"
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END
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I said that I was okay
It turns out that I lied
My soul died some time ago-
I'm commiting external suicide
It's like a burn within me
My spirit died, dim
But now my body has to die-
So the blade pierces skin
As I bleed I wonder
If maybe I should have tried
But my soul's dead, so I'll commit
External Suicide
It turns out, that if I waited
My soul would have survived
Things would have gotten better
But instead I decided to die
Dying just isn't worth it
Just stick by your friends
If you go through external suicide
Your wounds will never mend
Although, in reality
The truth that I tried to hide
Was that life always gets better-
No need for this suicide
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Credits
1st chapter::: Henrietta Wong
All other chapters::::: Katherine(ugh) Hitoki Isamu
Ending song (External Suicide)::: Samantha 'Cricket' Lemming
And a big, big thankyou to-
Feeder, 'A', and other bands that give inspiration when in the depths of writer's block
Jon Lee
Goldfinger- (for cheering me up)
And…
Quantum Weather Butterfly (For being the best reviewer in the universe – you managed to continue to read the story =))
((Offers to QWB's shrine are greatly appreciated. ^_-))