Woah! I'm really chuffed right now because of all those lovely reviews people left! I wasn't sure about how people would take this story, so thank you for giving your comments! Okay, well, here's the second chapter, and I'm going to give you all another warning- Boris is even more of a git in this chapter. Some of you may find the things he makes Bryan do distasteful, but they're only hinted at, and not described in detail, if at all. After that, here are the replies to all those squishy reviews!
Ruler of the dark: Bryan's going to cry a whole lot more before this fics over, so if that's what you like, you'll be quite happy!
Ellen: I was going to make Tala quite bitter about being dead, but he just point blank refused. Oh well, I suppose it's better this way. He plays an important part later on, and him being not depressed is better for that job...
Miriam906: For some reason I keep trying to type you as 'Miriam909'. Don't know why... Anyway, I updated, quite fast, maybe not as fast as Id've liked. Could you give me the title of that novel? I'd like to check it out!
ALEXANDREABLACK: Heh, glad you like it!
Werewolf of Fire: There will be romance, just much later on...after Bryan's suffered a bit more. It's going to be KaiBryan, because I've never done that pairing before so I thought I'd have a go.
UlTiMaTe KaI LuVa: Boris is the Japanese name for Bryan in the anime, but I'm going by the English ones: Bryan is the lavender haired teenager, Boris is the scary old man.
Skimmie: Here you go, I updated!
Keisan: In this one, I'm sorry to say Tala and Bryan are just friends. I, like you, love TalaBryan, but I decided to try something different for a change, so this fic will be KaiBryan.
Theatreofwar: Don't give yourself an injury there! Here's the update, bathe your aching wrist in it (just kidding).
GabZ: Thanks for pointing out that typo! I went and changed it as soon as I got your review. I usually rely on my spellchecker for stuff like that, but the poor little abc button can't be expected to do everything, can it?
Just that good: Like I said up top- Boris REALLY starts being a bastard in this chapter!
Lullaby Lily: Tala's ghost is really only there for one thing, and that comes much later. I'm not all that fond of ghosts either, but it just seemed right while I was writing it.
Rejiita: I keep spelling your name wrong as well! I really need to sort my eyes out...maybe I need new glasses. Anyway, Rejiita, not, as I previously typed, Reijita, I'm glad you like the story so far!
Bloody Shadows: Heh, I hope to add to your hatred of Boris before this fic is done. I made him so evil even -I- was surprised at myself- sure, I kill the characters off, but I've never been -this- cruel to one of them before...
HimekoSukie: Da-na: heeere's the update! Sorry, I felt like having a hyper moment then...
Mistress-of-eternal-Darkness: Bryan is kind of helpless, but the reason I did that was because...well, he's lost his best, possibly only friend, and he's being put through a horrible fresh hell by someone older and stronger than him- he can't do anything about it at all, so he's all...hopeless.
Animeobsession: I never know what to write in reviews either...half the time I end up going on some random rant that has nothing to do with the story I'm reviewing...
And now, on with the chapter!
"Bryan?"
"Uh?" Bryan slitted his eyes open, squinting.
"Bryan, wake up!" He sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Spencer? What-"
"Bryan, Tala's gone!"
With a sick feeling in his stomach, Bryan feigned shock. "What?"
"Tala's gone! He ran away last night!"
"...Really?"
"Yeah!" Spencer grinned, wildly excited. "He got out, Bryan!"
"Oh." Spencer sat down next to him.
"I...suppose you'll really miss him, huh? He was your best friend in here after all..."
Miss him? How could Bryan miss him when he was being haunted by him? As if on cue, Tala walked in through the wall. "I can hear him yelling from outside!"
Bryan tried to ignore the indignant redhead and pay proper attention to what Spencer was saying. "Boris is in a right stress, so watch it! Breakfast's in ten minutes so hurry up and get dressed!" Spencer bounced out, leaving Bryan puzzled. He already -was- dressed, wasn't he? With a strange feeling in his stomach, Bryan looked down. He wasn't wearing a shirt...and...for that matter, hadn't he been outside of the blanket when he fell asleep?
He lifted the blankets slightly, and found with horror that he was only wearing boxers. Someone had undressed him...someone had taken off his clothes... He swallowed, a knot of terror clenching inside his chest.
"Kuznetsov."
"B-Boris!" Bryan backed away as Boris came into the room, closing the door behind himself. It was the night after Tala had been killed, although the ghostly redhead had spent the day elsewhere mostly, trying to find someone else who could hear him. He was away now, leaving Bryan to face Boris alone. "Kuznetsov, come here." Bryan took a tiny step forward, trembling. "I said come here. Now." Another step, then another, until Bryan was looking straight into Boris' malevolent eyes. "I undressed you last night, and I have to say...I want you. Right now."
"W-What?"
"Take off your shirt." Bryan obeyed without further question- he could see the gun tucked into Boris' belt. Boris stretched out his dirty hands and laid them flat across Bryan's chest, making Bryan step instinctively away. Boris simply took hold of his hair and yanked him back, wrapping his arms tightly around Bryan's waist and kissing him forcefully. After a couple of seconds he drew back. "Kuznetsov, I'm only going to say this once. Either you kiss me back, or you get shot. Understand?"
"B-But I've never-" Bryan let out a soft cry as Boris once more invaded his mouth. He tried to pull away, but one of the hands slipped off his waist and the cold smoothness of the gun pressed up against his skin again.
Terrified, Bryan made an effort to kiss Boris back, but found that he really had no idea what he was doing... He settled for licking his tongue against Boris'- it made the older man moan so Bryan figured he wasn't doing too badly... He could feel his heart thudding in his ribcage, and his whole being screamed at the sheer wrongness of what was happening.
Boris stopped suddenly and pulled away, panting. "Give me your hand." Bryan hesitated, and the gun pressed into his ribcage painfully. He held out a hand and had to bite back a scream as Boris plunged it down the front of his trousers, to rest on...Bryan felt sick suddenly. "Stroke it." Bryan shook his head and the gun dug into his neck. "Do it." Bryan moved his fingers slightly and Boris sighed with pleasure.
"B-Boris...p-p-please..."
"Shut up and keep stroking, whore." Bryan obeyed, eliciting moans and gasps from Boris as he got more and more excited. "Stop." Bryan was glad to. "Get down on your knees."
"W-What?"
"Get down on your knees. I want you to suck me." Bryan whimpered. He wanted to disappear...
Boris sat down on the bed and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down and dragging his underwear with them. Bryan backed away slightly but Boris beckoned him forward, pointing at himself. "You either suck me or I shoot you or I have you right now and rape you. You choose."
"W-Why-? Why are you d-doing this to m-me?"
"Because I can."
Bryan woke up in the morning with tears dried onto his skin. He curled up into a little ball of misery and cried. He was a whore...a dirty little whore... Boris hadn't actually raped him, but...the things he had made him do... Bryan stood up and ran into his ensuite, just in time to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet. Tala appeared from inside the shower, looking worried. "Bryan? Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" Whispered Bryan. "Do I look okay to you?" He shuddered and leant further over the toilet, sniffling.
"Oh Bryan...I..."
"You what? You're sorry? What's sorry going to do for me? Why don't I just kill myself now?"
"No...Bryan..."
"Why not?"
"Because...it's not...it's rubbish being dead..." Bryan touched his sullied lips and stood up, grabbing his toothbrush and scrubbing his teeth so hard he made his gums bleed. "Bryan, stop it!" The lilac-haired Russian glared at himself in the mirror, completely ignoring his ghostly companion. "Bryan!"
"WHAT?" Snapped Bryan, turning.
"Bryan, you weren't serious were you?" Bryan glowered.
"Next time he says he'll shoot me if I don't do what he wants me to, I'm going to refuse anyway! I'd rather be dead than have him turn me into his whore!"
"You can't die! This shouldn't be happening!"
"Maybe it's all different in Ghostville or whatever, but it IS happening, and it's happening now!" Bryan started to cry, slumping against the wall. He looked down at himself, sobbing. "Oh God, Tala...I...I..." He leaned back his head, howling. "I'm a whore, Tala! A whore!"
"So you're going to let him win?" Tala hovered in Bryan's line of vision, frowning.
"This isn't about winning!" Bryan hissed. "Ugh...I feel so filthy..." He shuddered and then jumped as someone knocked on his door. "Y-yeah?"
"Bryan, it's me, Ian. Uh, Boris says to get your lazy ass down to the breakfast room pronto or it'll be the worse for you later. He wants you to fight the boss's son, I think. Anyway, hurry up or he'll kill you or something, he's still pissed about Tala getting away." There was the sound of footsteps as Ian left. Bryan sniffed and stood up, wiping his eyes impatiently. He got dressed on autopilot and made his way down to the breakfast room.
"Kuznetsov! Where the hell have you been?"
"My bedroom. Getting washed. Getting dressed. Walking down here." Bryan answered Boris in a low voice, not meeting his eyes.
"It's not good enough! You have five minutes and then you'll be training with Kai!" Bryan nodded and sat down, grabbing a slice of toast and munching on it. It seemed to stick in his throat as he swallowed, making him choke and gasp for breath. He took the glass of water Spencer offered him and drank it quickly, still avoiding looking at Boris.
After barely two minutes, Boris ordered Bryan into the gym, where Kai was waiting boredly. "Seeing as Ivanov's gone, you'll fight Kuznetsov instead."
"Fine." Kai glanced over at Bryan and shrugged. "So where's Tala? Did he evaporate or something?" Boris smiled thinly.
"He left in the night, Master Hiwatari." Kai regarded the older man derisively.
"It's not like you to let someone go. Are you sure you didn't eat him?" Boris' smile got thinner.
"Haha, very humorous. Kuznetsov, get yourself ready." Bryan dug in his pockets for Falborg and his launcher and stood holding them, waiting.
Kai won, in the end. Bryan wasn't concentrating at all, all he could think of was how utterly disgusting he felt inside. What Boris had done to him was the wrongest of wrongs, but then...if he knew it was wrong, why didn't he say something? What was stopping him from just standing there and saying 'Boris is a pervert and he molested me'? He tried to force his lips open and say what was in his mind, but the words somehow got mixed up on their way to his mouth.
"Tala would have beaten you."
"Maybe. Boris, tell my Grandfather that I'm going back to my own rooms."
"Yes Master Hiwatari." Boris said, with that fake smile plastered back onto his face. It was evident that Boris hated Kai, and that the feeling was entirely mutual. Bryan was glad that the rest of the day was spent training with the others, and that he wasn't alone.
Next Chapter: Boris is even worse than before, Tala gets worried, and Bryan gets annoyed with Kai.
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