You can tell from my fanfics that I don't own GX.

Chan: hey! Sorry if it's been a while, but this fic took longer than I expected. It was written after a request was made by anonymous reviewer None. The request was that I maybe write a sequel to Dirty, and a suggestion that I could link it to Moths To a Flame.

Atticus: oh no, I don't like the sound of this.

Chan: well you have good reason to.

Pairings: AlexisXAtticus, one-sided ZaneXAlexis, ZaneXAtticus.

Warnings: Mentions of rape/non-consent sex, suicidal thoughts and attempted suicide, yaoi.

Atticus: -sobs- no, this sounds bad!

Chan: enjoy it people! –posts the story and runs-

End Of The Line
Atticus' P.O.V.

There. I've done it. I've told. And now I'm just sitting there, waiting. There is utter silence in the room.

"Atticus……is this a joke?" Zane's voice was little more than a whisper.

"No." I let out a dry sob and finally came to my senses. I leapt to my feet and ran out of the room. I couldn't believe myself for what I'd just done. I'd just spilt the most disgusting, most disturbing secret any one can ever have, and for what? Zane had merely stared at me in disgust, like I was nothing more than dirt on his shoe.

I ran to my room and locked myself in. I felt terrible. Worse than terrible. I was the scum of the earth and, worse still, now Zane knew. I started to pace up and down while I sobbed and shook with fear and self hate. Tears were falling so thick and fast from my eyes that I couldn't see what I was doing and walked into the end of my bed. It hurt a lot but it made me stop still to rub at the bruise on my knee.

I swore under my breath and rolled up my trouser leg to get a better look. It was going to bruise and it still hurt badly, but it reminded me of something.

"Ugh!" I let out a shriek and yanked my jacket and shirt off over my head and flung them to one side where my trousers joined them seconds later. They really were starting to smell.

Usually a nice long hit bath chases away all my disgusting memories for at least about ten minuets, but that day it just gave me a chance to properly think about what telling Zane meant. He'd think me a liar. Or if he believed me, which is almost as bad, he'd think me a slut. A freak of nature. A whore. Everything that Alexis had ever called me. I held my head under the water for a very, very long time.

When I resurface and wondered back into my bedroom, everything was very quiet. Everyone must have already left for class. Dr. Crowler would be teaching my class and if I left now, I'd get detention for being late. If I didn't show up at all, I could say I was ill and I might not get the detention. The choice was pretty obvious. I dressed slowly and carefully in fresh clothes and bundled up my old clothes in a ball in the corner. I opened up one window to let some fresh air in while I left the room to creep down to the dinging room.

No one was there, as I had suspected, so it was easy to sneak into the kitchen and find something to eat. I didn't bother with a glass for my juice, just drank straight from the carton, and couldn't be bothered to hunt for a bowl so I just ate from the packet. It made quite a good breakfast, especially as it took my mind off of other, more disturbing thoughts.

My good mood didn't last long however. In fact, it dissolved as soon as I got back to my room. Someone was already standing beside my bed.

"Hello there, Big Brother." Sneered Alexis. I shivered involuntarily as I felt my insides turn cold.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stammered, trying to sound brave.

"I'd watch your tone if I were you." Her own voice was perfectly calm and even, as if we were having a perfectly normal conversation. "In answer to your question, does a sister need an excuse to visit her favourite brother?"

"Don't you h-have c-class?"

"Well, I should, but you see, Zane told me something." My heart sank. "It seems you've been spreading a particularly nasty little rumour about me. And well, as you know, I can't allow that." She was walking closer and I was suddenly very aware of the fact that my back was against the closed door. One of her hands reached out to stroke my chest through my shirt. "I must say, I never thought you'd have the guts. Take it off."

I jumped and quickly started unbuttoning it as she had instructed. "I-I'm sorry Alexis-Chan."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Atty. I won't have you ruining my reputation. Is that why you did it, huh? To stop Zane from liking me?" she was admiring my chest in a way that made me cringe. "Well, I have some news for you. It back fired. He thinks you're a liar."

"N-no…" my shoulder began to shake.

"Zane is MINE!" and she pounced on me, like a cat on a mouse.

When I woke up, I was lying on my bed, with the covers screwed up beside me. I felt just as dirty as ever, only a million times worse. Water was running from inside my bathroom. I couldn't stand the thought of her being there, using my bath, my shower gel and flannel. Slowly, carefully, I sat up and, after a while longer, got to my feet. I wanted to scream. I wanted to vomit until my stomach was empty. I wanted to turn and run and never come back. But most of all, I wanted this to end.

As soon as I'd thought this, an idea sprang up in my mind. Why couldn't it just end? There was nothing to stop me, was there? What with Zane liking Alexis and hating me, there was nothing to hold me back. The more I thought about it, the more appealing the idea became. I started to tug on my clothes, not caring if they were dirty or smelly. I slipped out of the room, leaving Alexis in the shower.

Now the only question was how to do it? I could hang myself, but I'm not too great at tying knots so that may not work. I could slit my wrists…but I think that might be quite a slow, drawn out way of dying. I want this over with as soon as possible. There's always pills, but the only place I could get them is from the nurses room and it might be a bit tricky to get my hands on enough to overdose. Then I thought, I could jump off of something. This seemed a lot more realistic. But what should I jump from? A rooftop? No, someone would see me and get help. A cliff? That sounded better. I started heading to the beach.

Someone was trying to send me a message on my phone but I didn't look to see who it was. When it started ringing for a fourth time I threw it to one side. I'd chosen a cliff that looked pretty high from what I could tell. That should be good. There were rocks in the water too. Even better. I took one final breath and stepped forwards, into clear, empty space.

It's strange. They say no one knows what you feel in your last moments, but I do. I felt like a bird as I soared downwards, my coat flapping widely. For one moment I thought that it was going to turn into a pair of wings and I'd be able to fly away…but then I hit the water, and saw nothing but black. Absolute blackness.

My eyes opened. I was lying on something very soft and there was a lot of bright white light from above me. I blinked tried to move one hand to shield my eyes, only to find that I could. One of my arms seemed too heavy to lift, and someone was clinging onto my other hand. I turned my head but my vision was so foggy and my eyes so dazzled from the light that all I could make out was the vague outline of a figure wearing white.

"Are you an angel?" I asked groggily. "Did I get into heaven?"

"Oh, Atticus!" and however it was both laughed and sobbed at the same time. They then bent low over me and hugged me as gently as possible. My eyes were starting to focus more now and I could just about tell who it was.

"Zane?" I gasped; a faint blush crept over my cheeks. "w-what happened?"

"Don't you remember?" he asked, sitting back up again. "you…you jumped off of a cliff." I cringed and nodded to show I remembered. He went on. "do you remember the talk we had that morning?" my heart was beating fast.

"Yes." I half whispered.

"You ran out before I had a chance to say anything."

"You were disgusted with me and I-"

"No I was not." He hadn't shouted, but I stopped gabling all the same. "I was…well shocked to say the least. After you ran out I was disgusted, but at the thought that someone, anyone, could do that to you, let alone your own sister. When I saw Alexis at class, I asked her straight off about what you'd said. She said you were lying just to get my attention. And then she made up some excuse and left." He sighed now and gripped my hand again. "I wish I'd followed after her straight away, but I still wasn't sure what to believe, and before I could do anything, Dr. Crowler came in and started teaching. As soon as the lesson finished I tried texting you but you didn't reply. I kept trying to get hold of you as I went to your room…Alexis was already there. She had just come out of the shower and was getting dressed. I saw the state your bed was in and…well I kind of lost my temper."

"You hit her?" I gasped.

"Well I tried to but she managed to get around me and out the door. I started to chase after her, still trying to phone you, but now the phone didn't even ring. As I was walking along, I saw your phone laying smashed on the ground and hurried down the path. I got to the cliff, but I was too late. You'd already jumped. Somehow you didn't land on the rocks, but I couldn't jump in after you in case I did. I had to phone Jaden to get help and then started down the cliff path until I was close enough to aim my jump properly. By the time I got you back to the school you'd slipped into a coma….you've been unconscious for three weeks. We started to think you might never wake up."

I tried to take in everything Zane had just said. Three weeks? I'd been in a coma for three weeks? A million questions swam in my mind but one was clearer than any.

"W-Where's Alexis?" my heart thudded harder just mentioning her name.

"We don't know. I'm sorry Atticus, but no one's seen her since the day you jumped." His hand was stroking my hair and even at a time like this I blushed.

"Does anyone know about…what she did to me?"

"Again, I'm sorry, but I had to. I told Jaden and the rest of them. I also had to tell Crowler."

"Crowler knows?"

"It's alright. He may act like a jerk but he's a teacher and he needed to know the reason behind you doing this." I nodded, and for a while there was silence. I was looking around me and I noticed that my left arm was in plaster.

"I broke my arm?" I asked, curiously trying and failing to lift it.

"Yeah, and one of your legs. You cracked four ribs and sprained your other wrist. You didn't land on thee rocks but the waves forced you into one and you hit your head."

It was at this point that a nurse came over and started checking on me.

"It's nice to see you awake again, I'm sure your friends will be very pleased." I smiled but didn't reply.

By the time she was gone, I had started to drift asleep once more. But before my mind totally switched off, I heard a voice, maybe Zane's, maybe a memory, maybe just a part of my own imagination, but I heard it all the same.

"I love you Atticus. Sleep well, you're safe now." And, for the first time in over a year, I truly felt it too. I'd survived, Zane was by my side and Alexis was gone.

Well, not entirely. And even though I knew eventually she would return, but I'd just have to cross that bridge when we came to it. Me and Zane together.

End Oneshot

Chan: hey! Sorry if the ending left some of you wondering, but that was kind of intentional in a way. You can decide for yourself whether Alexis vanished off the face of the earth never to be seen again, got caught by the police, or came back to duel academy to get revenge.

Zane: -holding Atticus close- I won't let her get near enough.

Chan: again, any and all suggestions are welcomed. Just no flames.