Hello again! I appologise for not getting another chapter sooner and would like to thank my reviewers! and i noticed 2 have asked why i kept saying they when refering to Akira, well in the first 2 chapters i did not refer to him as he or him or his or anything like that, and I had to keep saying Akira when refering to him, I used they for a little variety!

As for this chapter, it has a lot of dialog, you get to learn alittle more about Akira,and i little more of what he is like. it is also a very long chapterso im just warning you! Please review,I always accept themand they help to motivete me! thanks!

The group hurried to Kurama's home and rested Akira on his couch. He dosed painfully there as the others realized they had to be home soon and left him in the capable hands Kurama

"Why didn't I try to talk to him before, I could have helped..." Kurama said solemnly to himself as he gathered bandages and antiseptics from the closet.. "Well it looks like I have to take care of him now." Kurama cleaned up the wounds on his arms and bandaged them, but was reluctant to remove his shirt, Akira had been stressed enough and Kurama thought it might stress him more so if he did.. "I should probably check to see if he has cuts on his chest, but it doesn't look like he does from the blood." he said blankly out loud. He knew he had better check for broken bones next and gently felt his chest through the shirt, and found that he did have a broken rib, but knew that he couldn't really do anything about it. The rest of the night Kurama worked on his class work and watched over the boy to make sure he didn't panic when he woke up somewhere new. When he finally heard the sounds of stirring he had to wake himself up from his pseudo sleep slump he was in to attend to Akira.

"Where...?" Akira said meekly staring up at a ceiling, expecting to see city lights, or darkness.

"Your in my home Akira, how are you feeling?" Akira didn't answer right away just trying to get his brings and figure out who was talking, when he realized who it was he sat up suddenly and then moaned in pain as his rib ached. "Take it easy, you sustained quite a beating."

"I shouldn't be here, your one of the most popular students at school, I'm not even supposed to talk to you..."

"Its Ok, you need to take it easy now, recover your strength."

"I uhh... I'm sorry."

"About what? Running into me in the hall? Or taking care of you? Im the one who should be sorry for not helping you earlier."

"I have to get..."

You're not going any where tonight, you can go home in the morning, but I'm gonna come with to make sure you're all right."

"Thank you..."

"Its all right, you don't need to thank me, just rest."

"Ok..." he said softly as he laid back down and fell asleep through the ache of his rib and the sting from the cuts on his arms.

When he woke up in the morning he realized it was near noon and that Kurama was in the kitchen. He swung his feet off the couch and sat, soaking in everything that happened the prior day and shuttered. "First I was almost raped by a guy who thought I was a girl, then I ran into one of the most popular guys in school and humiliated him, then I get beaten up by those bullies, then he carries me home to his place, what a horrible day, and I still have to go home and do my work. I just hope I doesn't get worse."

"Akria? Are you awake now? Are you feeling any better today?'

"I still ache, but yes, I feel better. Thank you." he watchedas Kurama walked out of his kitchen with some tea and handed him a cup. "Minamono-san..."

"Just call me Kurama."

"Ok, really? I thought your name was Suichi"

"My friends call me Kurama"

"Well, Kurama why did you help me?"

"Because you were hurt, I wasn't gonna leave you there, and besides, I felt bad for not helping you with those bullies."

"That is all right."

"What got them so mad at you anyway?"

"I don't really wanna talk about it, but part of it is, that they found out I was a guy" he said quietly sipping his tea and staring at the ground.

Kurama had a distinct feeling something very traumatic had happened to him, not just the day before, but other times, perhaps many times in his life, and worried he was too scared to change.

"So, Akira? Where'd you go to school before you moved here?"

"Huh? Ohh, in the states, in California."

"Really? That had to be hard on your skin." as soon as he said it he wanted to take it back, but he knew he couldn't so he just watched Akira, and to his surprise Akira smiled slightly before he spoke up.

"Spf 50 every day, part of my routine, when I moved here I found myself putting body lotion on every day for a while to wean myself out of it."

"Oh really? That's kinda funny..."

"Yeah I probably have the softest skin of any guy at this school!" they couldn't help but both laugh at that, it seemed to loosen Akira up and make him more comfortable.

"You know most people don't talk about my skin, they act almost as if it's some disease they'll catch if they talk about it to me, it gets frustrating, and others just avoid me because of it."

"Well, I have to be honest, when I said it it was kind of an accident. But I'm glad it didn't up set you."

"I'm glad you led it slip, it means your curious and not appalled by it."

"So, were your parents albino too?"

"I don't remember much about them, they died when I was 5, I've been moving around ever since, and I don't have any pictures."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"

"No its ok really, that's another thing people who actually talk to me avoid. I remember my mom had long, light blond hair, and a warm soothing voice. And my dad had a strong voice, but gentle, and that is really all I can remember from childhood."

"Wow, its too bad your parents died, they were probably very nice."

"Yeah...'

"So who's been taking care of you?"

"To be honest, I don't really know, I was in an orphanage for a long time, then fostering, but was always being moved around. And as I got older I lived on my own in some place that was left to me by someone."

"Wow, why do you keep moving? If you don't mind me asking"

"I can't talk about it, you understand right?"

"Yeah its ok. So Akira, you want to go home? If you do I would be glad to walk with you and make sure you don't get jumped."

"That's ok..."

"Look, I just want to make sure your all right, so I'm going to walk with you home, besides I wanna know where you live." with a little more complaining on Akira's part eventually he agreed to let his scarlet haired rescuer follow him home.

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