Horohoro threw the door open forcefully, furious.

"Horohoro?" Ren said, turning to look at him. He still had the blanket draped around himself. He could sense that something was terribly wrong. "Horohoro? What's wrong? Please tell me...I'm worried about you-"

"Shut up."

The Chinese boy's eyes widened as he felt Horohoro grab him by the hair and jerk him forward.

"You're worried about me? Worried my ass." He slapped Ren hard with all the strength he had. Ren fell to the floor, looking at Horohoro with a terrified expression on his face. He had no idea what was happening.

"Why, Ren? Why?" Horohoro asked, his voice eerily cold. "After all this time...why did you lie to me?"

"Horohoro...I...I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Save it for hell, you dirty witch." Ren cried out as Horohoro kicked him hard in the stomach. "You don't deserve this," he continued, reaching down and grabbing the blanket he had wrapped around Ren himself just a few hours ago. He jerked it away, and Ren made no effort to resist.

"What's wrong?" Ren asked quietly, tears sliding down his eyes. "Horohoro, what happened? I honestly don't know what you're saying...I...I...please, explain to me..."

"You know perfectly well."

The Ainu grabbed Ren by the collar and jerked him to his feet, slamming him into the wall and pinning him there. The defenseless boy looked away fearfully, wincing in pain.

"Look at me, Ren." Horohoro took Ren's face in his hand and turned it towards him, forcing Ren to look at him straight in the eye. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you. I loved you, Ren. And now I realize it's nothing but a game for you."

"No...please..." Ren whispered, more tears dripping from his wide eyes. "You're not the Horohoro I know...you're not my Horohoro..."

"Shut up!" He slapped Ren again. "Don't you dare address me! Hao told me everything, he told me the truth. You want attention? I'll give you attention!"

He turned Ren around so his back was to him, holding him with one hand trapped against the wall.

Ren begged Horohoro to be reasonable and to slow down and explain to him what was happening, but the enraged Ainu ignored him. Instead, he did something that he could never forgive himself for, but he was to furious to care.

Right then and there, he raped Ren.

He ignored his screams. He ignored his pleas for him to stop.

When he was done, he threw Ren to the floor in disgust. "I was hoping we could have done that without it being against your will. But it's obvious a time like that will never come. You're pathetic. You're trash. No, you're worse than trash."

Ren was huddled on the floor, sobbing. He was in so much pain, and he didn't even understand why.

If only Horohoro knew that Hao was the one who told lies.

The Chinese boy didn't dare look up as Horohoro took the ikupasuy he had planned to give Ren from his pocket.

"Here," he spat, throwing the prayer stick at him. "Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday in advance. I want you out of my sight by the end of today. Or, I'll happily make sure you spend your holidays in hell."

"Horohoro..."

The Ainu ignored him and took a fistful of his hair, jerking him back up.

"I...I don't know what I did to make you so angry...but if you really feel that way...then kill me."

Horohoro snorted in disgust. "Don't give me your crap, whore." He siezed Ren's wrist and dragged him to the door, throwing him out.

"Ren, I can't believe you."

He slammed the door shut, leaving the Chinese boy with no place to go and with no idea what he was to do.

Tears flowing freely, he stumbled into the bitter winter cold before collapsing and passing out in the Tokyo street.

Hundreds of people walked by him. No one stopped at all.

He had never felt so unloved in his life.

What was wrong with Horohoro?