A/N: I apologize for the delay in updating. I've been overworked with classes and homework, sketches, and I've had to schedule appointments and such for my son…everything's chaotic and I just don't have enough time for myself anymore, which is attributing to my current depression phase. Now, if I haven't depressed you readers, I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

KousukeAsazuki: I'm sorry that Hizumi's become annoying to you. The last thing I want is for you to stop reading because of the problems of the main character. It's feedback like this that allows me to make the sufficient changes I need to keep the readers interest. Though as of this moment, I'm hesitant to change Hizumi's negative attitude, since he still has a lot more growing to do. I can understand that it can be a bit annoying, but that's just the way some people were raised and taught to believe negative things like that.

Polaris18: Let me tell you something. Life isn't fair. Get over it. I had to learn that the hard way, so don't want to hear you bitch about what's fair and what's not. And…you are a freak, hence the reason I love you. Ok, so maybe that's not the reason, but it's pretty darn close. I'm glad you forgive me, but I don't see why calling Ayumu "hikari" seems to upset you. Do you hate Ayumu? Would you prefer he be called "kami" instead? And I really don't think he has it in him to rape Hizumi….yet.

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"Baka!" Hizumi yelped through gritted teeth as he ran home as fast as his legs could carry him. "Narumi no baka!" Hot tears stung at his eyes, blurring his vision and cascading down the contour of his flushed cheeks like tiny rivers. Already his lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen he was being deprived from as he ran and was worsened by the stress he was putting on himself, though he blamed it on Narumi. Despite the growing pain in his chest that was beginning to travel down to his ribs, he kept running, blindly groping through the darkness and thinning crowds in attempt to escape from the brunette-haired boy. "Baka!" Mizutsuro screamed out, shutting his eyes tightly to block out the images of the kiss he had just shared with his rival. No sooner had he shut his eyes, he slammed headfirst into a solid object that had placed itself in his way, and fell backward onto his rear.

"You shouldn't run with your eyes closed."

"Eh?" Hizumi opened one of those deep, amber orbs, focusing on the person he had slammed into in his haste. Before him stood a boy, presumably around his age, with soft, lavender hair that was cut short and spiked much in a way his own hair was, and deep, fiery orange eyes that cut through the surrounding darkness like a lighthouse beacon.

"You should try to be a bit more careful of what's around you…" the odd-eyed boy chided with a smile. His voice seemed soft, much like Rutherford's, but didn't carry the boy's gentle, British accent. Instead, it held a kind, almost motherly concern to make up for the lack of an accent. "Are you hurt?"

"Uh….I don't think so…" Hizumi flushed with embarrassment as the boy offered a hand to help him to his feet. Without hesitation, Hizumi reached out, taking the extended hand, wondering how he could come to trust a complete stranger and not young Narumi, who he had known for much longer.

"That's good to know." The lavender-haired boy laughed softly, his fiery orbs glinting with a spark of mirth. "Try to be more careful next time." He advised, turning and continuing on his way. After taking a few steps, the boy stopped in his tracks as a thought crossed his mind. "Oh, and…cheer up. There's really no reason to cry when you don't have to. I'm not really sure what you're going through, but I know it can't be all that bad. I apologize if it seems like I'm meddling, but look at it this way….you're fortunate enough to be living your life the way it is. It could always be worse, but it's not….so try to be happy." The lavender-haired boy turned his head to glance over his shoulder at the stranger who has run into him. "Angels shouldn't cry." He smiled once more, more out of habit than encouragement.

Hizumi's eyes widened slightly at the comment, and the look of shock was quickly replaced with a tiny scowl. "I'm no angel." He quickly denied, with a light shake of his head.

"Then you're saying you're a devil? Funny, it doesn't look that way to me…Try not to downgrade yourself. Despite what you think, you're not a bad person, I'm sure. Everyone's got a few good qualities in them….they just don't know it yet. And I'm sure that even if you didn't have those qualities, people would love you for who you are….instead…instead of what you are…" A slight frown tugged at the orange-eyed boy's lips. "So be glad you don't have it that bad." A sigh escaped the boy's lips, barely audible to Hizumi's ears, and after a brief moment of contemplating, he turned and continued on his way, leaving Hizumi there to collect his thoughts.

'So many weird people…' The mint-haired boy thought to himself, wondering whether it was a blessing or a curse to have complete strangers try and help him. But why? What was in it for them if they helped him? 'Absolutely nothing.' He concluded, deciding that they were being stupid and wasting their time if they had nothing to gain from helping him. He had long ago closed his mind to the fact that there were selfless people out there and that only selfish, greedy people existed, living only for themselves and hurting others, especially him. 'I'm always the one getting hurt…' Despite the contradicting thought, he knew that there were people out there who went through twice the hell he thought he had, like people in third-world countries who were faced with starvation and poverty day after day.

Mizutsuro suppressed a melancholy sigh at the depressing thought and walked the rest of the way home, hoping that Kirie and Kiyotaka would welcome him and try to lift his dismal spirit.

Once he arrived at the house, Hizumi slipped his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. "I'm ho-ugh!" No sooner had he stepped in the door, he found himself in a near fatal choke hold.

"You ungrateful little bastard! You had the both of us worried sick! What were you thinking, running out like that, huh?" The pink-haired Watcher growled angrily.

"I know you've been worried about him, Kirie, but think you should let him go." Kiyotaka suggested, watching as the woman released him. "Are you hungry, Hizumi?" the brunette asked, as he turned toward the fridge to take out the place of food that he had saved for the boy.

"No." Hizumi answered quickly, more out of habit than stubbornness, and quickly went to his room, locking the door and hoping that no one would bother him. In all honesty, he didn't know what emotions warred within him at the moment, since each one swirled and melted together into one enormous cloud of lust, and hatred, and above all-fear, though he'd die before he ever admitted it. He was afraid…afraid of being an outcast, afraid of the feelings that Ayumu planted in him with that kiss, afraid of Ayumu himself, and afraid of being loved for the first time in his life. "Damnit." He cussed, not knowing how else to handle the situation he was being forced to deal with. "Damnit. Damnit! Damnit!" Enraged and frustrated, he flung himself onto his bed, landing facedown on the mattress, and burying his tear-stained face in the plush, forest green pillow. "Why…? Why am I like this?" the question was muffled by the pillow, but it didn't matter. He was talking to himself-a sure sign that he was going insane.

A breathy sigh made its way past his lips as he lifted his face out of the pillow and pushed himself up into a sitting position on the bed. Quickly, his socks were thrown off, and his shirt slipped over his head and onto the floor. Hesitantly, the mint-haired boy bit his lip and cast a glance to his bedroom door, double-checking to see if it was locked, before unbuttoning his pants and tugging the zipper down, squirming out of the constricting clothing. A gasp caught in his throat as his semi-erect member was released from its prison and into the distinctly cooler air of his room.

He raised his hand up, gently stroking his chest, and closing those dark, honey-colored orbs. He tilted his head back slowly, lightly moaning with his hand's movements. He

moved his hand towards a nipple, pinching and scraping over it with his nail, then

began squeezing it roughly, its color turning a bright red from the pleasurable attention. A silent cry died upon his lips, and he was forced to bit his lip once again to prevent from making any noise that would most likely draw the attention of Kirie and the elder Narumi. Neither of them needed to know of his dirty little habit, especially driven by thoughts of Kiyotaka's younger brother.

Ever so slowly, Hizumi brought his hand down, trailing the tips of his fingers across the flat expanse of stomach, massaging the soft skin and wishing that it was Narumi touching him. 'Lust…that's all it is….' He convinced himself while he still had some sanity left. His so-called reasoning was lost as he stroked his fingertips over the base of his cock. He gasped and those golden orbs snapped open when he felt a warm wetness trickle down his thighs. With trembling digits, he caressed the slit carefully, feeling the warmth coat his fingers. A trembling sigh danced over his lips as he gripped the hilt firmly, and began to pump rhythmically at his hardened shaft at a slow rate before working up to a furiously fast pace and gasping out Ayumu's name.

Those slender hips arched slightly off the bed, thrusting into that warm hand. Hizumi forgot his surroundings and moaned out, writhing beneath his own hand in desperate need of a release. "Ayumu…." The youth panted, continuing to masturbate; pleasing himself harder, harder, and harder-

"Hizumi! Baka Hizumi!" Kirie pounded on Mizutsuro's door loudly.

"Shit!" Hizumi scrambled to grab his comforter, covering his nakedness.

"Go to sleep! You have school in the morning, and I'm not waking you up again if you oversleep!" the Watcher shouted through the door.

"Fine!" Hizumi shouted back. The mint-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Kirie give a 'hmph' and stomp back into her own room. He lay back down on his bed, fidgeting every now and then; then after fifteen minutes, he let out a semi-loud groan. "She always ruins my fun."

A/N: I have to yet again apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but like I said, I'm short on time. I hope you readers find it in your hearts to forgive me, and leave a review, since I really do appreciate feedback from you all. Ja.