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Rule 6: Shattered Innocence

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Rabi sat up against the couch, faces pressed against his hands. Why had that one action shaken him up so much? Was it because deep down he knew it was right, but yet still wanted to deny what he had done? He could barely look over at the sleeping Allen next to him, and actually thanked his drunken state. He'd be out for hours, and that was enough time for Rabi to run and never look back. The full force of what he had done hit him…hard, and he was damn sure this was not going to end well. He'd never look at Allen the same way, and he only had himself to blame for that. He prayed that when Allen woke up…he'd forgive him.

"Allen…"

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Three hours ago

Fingers ran against bare skin, and lust filled moans rang throughout the house. Rabi couldn't contain himself any longer, and said 'screw the consequences' since he knew this was going to feel really good. The redhead slowly ran his tongue along Allen's collarbone, making him let out a delicious moan that made Rabi hunger for more. Hunger…yes, the animal inside of him was loose…and it wanted to be satisfied. Rabi did rather well restraining himself when it came to certain situations. This particular situation was one of those few where he couldn't; the redhead became a hormonal wreck as soon as he hit thirteen. It wasn't until he hit that wonderful age that he started to really notice people, and for Rabi and his brother it was rather exciting. They got to see things that they would usually overlook, like how cute someone looked, or how someone reacted to something. Yes, this was the age that they started 'read' people. It was a fairly simple process for them; everyone would give off an expression, or their body would do something so subtle, and they would take a guess at what the person was thinking based on the situation. They were pretty good at it. If someone fidgeted in front of their secret crush, that was rather obvious for the; challenges were something they liked. For example; someone would be rather silent in class, and would tap their desk ever 3.5 seconds. You'd think they'd be bored, right? Wrong. Inspecting the person even closer, one would notice very faint tear stains on the subject's cheek. Another thing the redhead would observe would be the rapid tapping of the subject's foot. Once put together everything made sense; the subject had just broken up with his or her significant other, and was rather edger to make up with them. Such things made the twins love their observant nature.

But right now he was in the middle of ravishing the beansprout, and he really didn't want memories of his early teen's days to ruin the moment. Biting down on his neck, he shivered a little as Allen let out a high-pitch moan; he loved the sounds Allen made, because it told him 'do it more!' and he was happy to oblige. He licked his way back up, and gave him another rough kiss; the redhead didn't want to tease him any longer, because truthfully he didn't have the time. He needed to do this as quickly as possible; he had a fear about getting caught, and he knew from experience that it was never a pleasant thing. Not only did he get caught, but he was caught in the kitchen. He nearly had his very sensitive area cut off by a very pissed off parent. Since he did not want something like that to happen again, he needed to rush things…but he'd try his best to not hurt Allen in the process. So without hesitation, he slid his hand down Allen's stomach, loving the slight whimper he was making.

"Ah…y-you're just like him…always quick to get things done and over with…" Allen said with a slight moan.

"Like who…?" The redhead answered, now nipping at the beansprout's jaw line.

"That's right…I never telling you anything…" He said. Allen then switched their positions, straddling the redhead's hips once more. He ran his lips along the brim of Rabi's ear, making him shiver and grope his ass.

"A-ah…" he breathed against Rabi's ear "Let me…tell you about my first boyfriend…"

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Flashback three years ago…

"Manaaaa! I don't wanna move to this dinky town!" Allen whined from the back seat of the car. He looked out the window and marveled at the sights that whizzed by, loving the way they mashed together forming a Picasso style work of art. He could hear his father talk about how he 'was thirteen and really should be getting into fights' but he chose to ignore them. It wasn't his fault he nearly beat the kid to death, he just snapped. Two years ago he was taken away from his real father because he was abusive; his father could constantly beat him, calling him worthless in the process. This caused him to develop a sever case of depression, of course people took notice sine he did frequently mention that he wanted to 'let go of life' After a very short trial (they found all the 'evidence' on Allen's body), he was taken away and place in the care of a family friend. Allen had a hard time getting use to Mana, since he had never been treated 'kindly', and would flinch whenever he was touched. As time went on he became more comfortable around him, and allowed him to become close to him. But even when he freed himself from his darkened state, he couldn't shake the mental abuse that had been permanently imprinted in his mind. If he was touched a certain, if certain words were spoken in a certain way, it would trigger the memories of him being touched in ways that were not desired. He was lash out once triggered and would usually beat whoever preformed the deed; the issue with this was that he was always seen as the 'problem child' He had gotten himself into so many fights to the point where the school could only deal with him one way…expel him. Being expelled not only meant him not attending school, it meant that he couldn't attend any of the schools in town. That was how things worked; one school would expel a child, and the other schools would catch wind of it, not allowing a 'troubled child' into their building.

So here he was, in the back seat of his father's car, staring out go the window, giving dirty looks to everyone he saw. He didn't want to move; he hated meeting new people because they always made fun of his height. He was still growing, dammit! He didn't worry about his height; he knew in a few years he'd be at lest 6'1 by the time he'd hit fifteen, so there was no problem. Allen was about to give another dirty look to someone when he stopped himself. The person looked to be an older kid, eighteen or nineteen, that really didn't appear to be doing anything. He was leaning against a building, semi-short sandy blonde hair covering some of his face. He was wearing a loose fitting white long sleeve shirt, which hung a little below his wrist. His pants looked rather dirty, but Allen wasn't too concerned about that…what he was concerned was how odd he felt. His chest felt tight, as if someone was pressing a ton of bricks against it. There was just something about the guy that made his whole body react in such an odd way, not to mention that he'd felt this way once before, but it was for a girl. So did that mean he liked the guy? He didn't even know him! Maybe it was one of those 'think someone's cute' things, since the guy was rather attractive. Allen looked away, blushing a little because of how ridiculous he felt.

'This is really dumb…but…'

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Allen did NOT like his new school…he'd only moved to the town a three weeks ago, and he was already seen as the 'weird kid' He was not weird! So what if he'd rather be by himself at lunch, or drew weird pictures with monster in them! He didn't find it weird, so why did they? He was a rather good artist in his minds-eye, and he'd like to attend one of those fancy art schools when he grew up. You know, the ones where expression was welcome, since he sure as hell couldn't do it in a place like this. The only plus side Allen found in this was that he was able to see that guy again. It was a rather odd meeting, since he was running away from a group of rabid boys who were out for blood. It was the first day he'd gone to school, and he was targeted by a group of boy's right off the back. As soon lunch started, he pushed into a trashcan and kicked around by them; now Allen really couldn't retaliate because he didn't want to be called into the office on his first day…it just seemed to wrong. So he took the torture without complaints, and only spoke when he yelped or groaned. He thought the torture was over, but as soon as school ended he found out otherwise. They started to follow him slowly, trying to make it seem as though they were up to nothing in particular. As soon as Allen caught wind of what they were doing, he took off which started the 'fox chase'…with him taking the role of the fox and the boys the hounds. He tried to elude them by going thru the park, but that only got him lost, and he was not too pleased about that. Wondering around the semi-wooded area, the thought of him never going back home was constantly running thru his head. He was told that boy shouldn't cry, that crying would make him look like a girl…but he didn't know what else to do. He ruffled his brown colored hair and mentally scowled himself. That was another thing he didn't like…being a brunette; he'd much rather have a more vibrant color like blue, or red, then the dirty looking hair he was sporting.

He nearly yelped when he heard the boy's foot steps became closer…and right then and there he knew it was over. He closed his eyes and braced himself for what he knew was coming…pain. Allen hated pain…he hated being in pain, and he hated causing other people pain. When he would lash out, he'd always regret it because he knew it made him no better then his parents. He might have been young when it happened, but he knew exactly what they were doing. When Allen wasn't drawing, he was reading; he use to spend hours in the in the library just to get away from his parents. He would read about history, poetry, astronomy, those sorts of things, but he picked up one book that really changed him. It was children's book simply title No…to humor himself he decided to read it. After the first few pages, he came to the conclusion that it explained what people can and cannot do to a young child…but it was the last page that made him lose it. It was short statement, but it did the most damage…it said 'No one…had the right to touch you in any way that put you in pain' He broke down right there in the library, not caring if other people stared at him in disbelief. After a few minutes the cops were called he was taken away; of course he confessed to everything that went on in his house. His teachers were brought in, followed by his Principal, and lastly the Liberian herself. In the end his father were found to be 'not fit' to take care of him…and the story goes on from there.

Allen could hear the boys closing in on him, and he prayed that they'd go easy on him. But then he heard a mutter or two, followed by footsteps running away from him. He didn't want to open his eyes again because he wasn't sure if the silence was just a trick. It had happened before; one of the kids would run away making it sound as if they were gone, and when Allen felt safe he'd relax…then they pounce. He didn't want to go through that again, so he stayed still. It wasn't until he felt a hand on top of his head did he open his eyes. Looking up he was met with a kind smile that made him blush a little. It was defiantly the guy from before, and Allen could help but blush a little more; he was standing behind him like he was some kind of knight in shinning armor…that was the only good way he could describe him. He introduced himself as Ryo and decided to make a deal with Allen; he'd protect him from the pack of hounds, er, boy's everyday…but he had to walk the shorter home in the process. Allen really didn't see any downsides to the deal, so he agreed with a straight face.

So Allen sat; he'd always waited in a heavily populated area, thinking that maybe there was less of a chance of him being attacked. He'd learned that Ryo always came around the same time, three-fifteen on the dot, not a minute before and not a minute after. Since school was let out at three-ten there was no problem, since he was fairly sure the boys hadn't caught on yet. It also wasn't a problem because Ryo was a high school student; all high school students were let out an hour before middle school students, meaning Ryo could come at any time he wanted. Allen let out a little sigh; there was only one minute left until he'd be able to see him. Ryo…he really liked his name…it was a strong name; a name fit for a king…while his name was not even fit for a prince. He really didn't like too much about himself…and should he really? It was his fault his father hated him so much…if he'd hadn't been born, his father's heart would not have turned black. His mother had died due to complications at birth, and he was tortured for years because of his mistake…there was no way he'd ever deny such a thing.

"Hay, Allen-chan!" Came a voice. Allen instantly snapped his gaze over to the main entrance and nearly melted. There standing in all his glory was Ryo, wearing his usual baggy blue jeans and loose fitting shirt. Allen blushed and tried his best to make it go away, feeling embarrassed that he was doing such a girly thing. He wasn't really sure why he did it; he and Ryo were close even though they only meet three weeks ago, so why did he feel so nervous around him? They were just friends, right? He really couldn't figure it out, but he did know that the blonde was his best friend. They were just drawn to the other, like a bee to a flower. Allen got up from his spot and walked over to Ryo, big smile and all.

"Hay! Um, since today's Friday, can we stop by somewhere before you take me home?" He asked.

"Sure, where do you wanna go? You know…other then the shoe store to get you a pair of platform boots." He said, snickering.

"I'm still growing! I grew one inch since yesterday!" He whined, not licking the joke. Ryo just laughed, ruffling Allen's hair in the process. The shorter of the two pushed his hand away, trying his best to fix his hair. This is what friends did; they mess with each other, not intending to be mean or hateful.

"Anyway…I wanna go to the ice cream parlor…" He muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had asked to go somewhere so kiddy. The blonde merely smile and took his hand; Allen really didn't like for his hand to be held by anyone, but he allowed Ryo to do so because it made him feel happy…it made him feel safe. He wanted to feel safe outside of his home, because if he didn't he'd deem himself a shut-in. He wouldn't mind; he'd take classes online, and only go out when he needed to…there was nothing wrong with that, right? Thinking more deeply on it…there was. He'd never be able to see Ryo if he was a shut-in; even if he did come over it would be nothing but awkward. Allen wanted to spend was much time as he could with him…since they were…friends? The shorter of the two had never spent this much time with anyone…and to be truthful he was starting to wonder about his feelings.

"…Ryo…?" He asked in a small voice.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"What…do you think of me…? I mean, do you like me? You could be just doing this 'walk me home' thing because you pity me…I really don't want to…I don't want you to see me as this weak little-"

"I like Allen-chan a lot…" He answered before Allen could finish. Allen couldn't help but blush.

"R-Really?! B-But why would a senior in high school like you like a feeble middle school kid like me? I mean-" Allen was quickly silenced by a pair of soft lips pressing against his. Ryo was…kissing him?! His first thought was to push him away, call him a slew of names, and stomp away. But he didn't do that…he hesitated for a moment, feeling completely unsure of what he was about to do…and softly kissed him back. He…liked this...Parting, the two of them panted, wishing that it could've lasted a little longer.

"I like Allen-chan, and Allen-chan likes me…that's all the matters." He said, brushing a few strands of hair out of Allen's face. The blush on his face became much deeper; Ryo liked him? Liked him? He was at a loss of words, and really didn't think he'd able to speak for another few minutes. The blond pulled him close, embracing him tightly which made Allen's blush much deeper.

"Ryo…" He said with a slight whimper, feeling slightly confused yet pleased as the same time.

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Allen lay in his bed, Ryo holding him close, and his head resting against his chest. It had been a month, yes, a full month since the two of them started going out. Allen really wasn't sure if it was alright, but the blonde reassured him that everything would be fine. The shorter of the two relied on Ryo to tell him exactly what he was supposed to do in a relationship, since he had never been in one. A relationship was something Allen really did think was all that important at first, seeing it as nothing but as waste of time. Sure you could spend time with the one you loved, but couldn't you be doing something better with your time? He use to have a crush on a girl from his old town, but he found that in doing so his 'A' average was starting to decline, so he got over her rather quickly. Yes, Allen would rather study then be with a girl. But not now…he wanted to spend every waking moment with the blonde, and he'd be damned if anyone came between their time. He'd even gone so far as to skip school, wanting to be with his blonde so badly. Hell, he hadn't even told Mana about Ryo yet, and he was going to keep it that way. He really didn't want to be lectured about 'dating someone much older then him' since he probably wouldn't understand the situation. The two of them loved one another and wouldn't trade the other for the world…though…Ryo did have his moments. Allen had been hit by him before, but he was completely okay with it. He'd only done it because the shorter had made him mad…it was only natural, right? It was his fault and he really did step out of line, but as long as the blonde forgave him he'd never snap or leave him. Allen loved Ryo, and he wasn't going to let a few slaps change the way he thought about him.

Snuggling closer to the blonde, Allen thought about what the two of them would do the rest of the day. It was a Saturday, one of the few days the shorter could just be lazy without a reason. He'd usually spend ungodly amounts of time on his computer, searching for something that would pass his time. It was a pitiful existence, but he could deal with it, seeing it as nothing more then mindless entertainment…and everybody needed a little of that now and then. But now he would hang out with Ryo on his weekends, and he must say it was pretty exciting; for one thing, the blonde loved to kiss him in public placees which made him made him feel slightly…dirty. Just knowing that there was a chance that he'd be caught...it just made his heart race and want more. Did that make him a pervert? It probably did, but he really didn't care. The blonde could get a little carried away sometimes; he'd try to reach up his shirt, or try to grab his ass, but Allen would always stop him. They've done that before, but the shorter just didn't want to do it in public. Ryo was a very rough person, always pinning him down or kissing some part of his body very forcefully. There was also that one time where he lost consciousness because the blonde had started choking him, but he did see this as a good thing. He really hated sex…it hurt…Allen didn't know that pain like that existed in the world…but having sex was much worse then any beating he'd taken from his parents. Maybe if he passed out he wouldn't have to feel the continuous pain that only increased as the as the minutes went on. Once the blonde was done with him, he's promptly pass out; he'd prefer passing out before hand then after the fact, because he would much rather wake up not knowing and pretending to not fell the pain surging throughout his body. It was much easier to pretend then watch and know.

But Allen always forgave…he over looked all of these things, seeing them as nothing more then affection. Ryo would never purposefully hurt him…Allen knew this because the blonde had promised him so, and he knew he'd keep that promise. Ryo was there to protect him, to keep him away from all of the bad people out there. Allen loved-

"…Hay, Allen-chan…" The blonde said.

"What?" Allen asked slightly interested. Before he knew it, he was pinned against his bed, shirt partially pulled up, and a pair of lips pressed against his neck. He was about to question the blonde's action, but could only let out a high-pitch yell as Ryo sank his teeth into his flesh. What was he doing?! Ryo was not kissing him tenderly, he was biting him! At lest he wasn't bleeding…or at lest he hopped he wasn't…

"R-Ryo, t-that really h-hurts!" He yells, trying to squirm away. Ryo held him tighter, ignoring the cries from Allen to stop. The shorter tried his best to stop his so-called lover, but the only thing he could do was kick him. He didn't want to kick him, because he ran the risk of the blonde getting angry…but should he risk it? He didn't want to hurt him, since this was the first time he'd ever tried something like that, but his lover was hurting him…so without too much hesitation he kneed the blonde in the stomach. He let out a cry of pain as well as loosened his grip, allowing Allen to maneuver from underneath him and out of the bed. He held his neck and leaned against the wall; the blonde would usually warn him before he did something like that! If the blonde really wanted to do something like that, then dammit, all he had to do was ask! Allen was about to say something, but he was slammed against the wall, hands wrapped around his throat. He tried to pull them away, hoping that maybe this was all a joke, but they only tightened. The shorter panicked and kneed Ryo in the groan, taking his chance to escape when the blonde loosened his grip. What the hell was going on?! Ryo had never acted like that! Running down the hall, he was about to make his way down the stairs, but instead was pushed down them violently. He landed at the bottom with a loud 'thud' crying out as he did so. Before he could even think about getting up, he was pulled by his hair into the kitchen and thrown against a wall. He winched and tried to speak, but was silent with a hard slap to his face. Why was this happening…?

"You hit me? Me?! Oh Allen, you've really pissed me off…I tried to put up with your shit, but you just have to remind me every time I see you exactly why I shouldn't be with you…" Ryo said, tightening his grip "Do you know what the hell you even where?! You were mine! But now that I think about it…you're not worth my time…"

Allen then saw something he thought he'd never witness from the blonde…hate…disgust…murderous intent…this wasn't right. Ryo was supposed to be kind, supposed to protect him…just like his parents were supposed to. As soon as that thought ran though his head…he was not going to be responsible for what happened next…

He snapped…and he snapped hard…

End of Flashback

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"I don't know what happened after that…but what I do recall was being covered in his blood…" Allen said, relaxing against the redhead. Rabi was speechless…what the hell should he say in this situations? He'd just learned that Allen had possible…no…he had killed someone...and how does one respond to that? But Rabi wasn't going to judge, oh no, he wasn't going to call him a killer, or fear him...he was not going to change. The redhead knew that even in his drunken state, Allen could still feel…feel the pain of that day. How did he know? Because he could feel him crying…he could feel the hot, salty tears fall to his shoulder, making his heart sink with each that fell. He made up his mind that he wouldn't say a word; he would never mention this to Allen, nor would he think about it from that moment on. He knew the beansprout would forget about what had gone on there, and reminding him might make matter worse. The last thing he wanted was Allen to become upset and do God knows what…he didn't know what he'd do if he lost Allen somehow. Yes…he was ready to admit it to himself…he didn't want to pretend anymore…not after hearing Allen's story. Pulling him close, he felt him relax a little more. He didn't want to let go, he just wanted to hold him forever, never letting the world harm him in any way. He wanted to protect him…he wanted to…wanted to…

He wanted to love him…

The redhead had finally admitted it. He loved him. L-O-V-E-D him. He should feel rather happy, right? Then why did it hurt so badly deep down? Maybe it was because he knew that actually loving Allen required something more out of him…something he wasn't sure he could give. Loving someone was a great responsibility…not like taking care of a dog responsibility, which was something totally different. This responsibility was far greater…was he truly strong enough? The redhead was on the verge of tears, and Allen took notice.

"…why are you so sad…?" He asked. Rabi shook his head, wiping a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm not sad…" He started, "I'm happy…"

"Why?" He questioned, starting to feel a little drowsy.

"…Because I love you…"

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A/N: Ack! Sorry this took so long! Review please! I jumped around a lot there did I? Well I had reason! I'll tell you why in the next chapter!