Hello world and all who inhabit it!

Homecoming's in just about two weeks! I'm super excited!

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Magic Touch

Joey gazed out his rear-view mirror, watching Yami walk off into the distance. He turned his attention back to the road ahead and continued his way around town. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going; but he wasn't sure where Yami was going either.

The urge to follow him pushed through Joey's mind, but considering his previous reactions, the blonde decided it would be best to leave him be…

…For now

He briefly paused at the stop sign, then turned his way around, doing a u-turn in the middle of the road and traveling the opposite direction.

Joey gazed about a bit; however, no signs of Yami were present.

He couldn't have walked off that fast…

The blonde roughly pushed back his hair worriedly, closing his eyes and thinking.

Once he had figured that he'd rather not have his head cut off for stalking the boy, Joey pulled into a random parking lot and turned his car around, heading back home.

XXX

"So, did he talk to you?"

"Not really. He didn't seem very interested."

"Huh. Maybe he's on crack or something."

"Tristan quit it. He's not on drugs."

"How do you know?"

The boys were currently sitting in a small café near their development. Considering the fact that they were both so bored and lonely, they decided to meet up more often.

"Because…I know."

"Oh, right…You have magical powers. Guess I forgot."

Joey took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling it sharply and rolling his eyes, turning to face the window.

"I'm kidding." The brunette said, noting the other's angry silence.

"I'm not thinking about you."

"Well, what are you thinking about? Oh, no, don't tell me. The hooker, right?"

Joey cleared his throat, taking a drink of his soda and glaring daggers at Tristan.

"He's not a hooker, alright?"

"How would you know that?"

Joey sighed. "I don't."

"Then don't say you do."

"I didn't-look, just drop it, okay?"

"Fine."

The two boys allowed some silence to pass between them, even a few angry glances on Joey's part.

After a couple of bites of his lunch, Tristan spoke again.

"Hey, I almost forgot. A friend of mine wants me to come down to his studio this afternoon. He thinks he can get me in on a record deal."

Joey laughed. "What? You?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"You've never sang anything before!"

"How do you know? Hey, look, man I sang for this guy, and he thinks I'm pretty good."

"You know it's probably just a scam, right?"

"So what if it is? At least I'll get at least 5 minutes of fame, right?"

Joey rolled his eyes. "And who's car are we taking?"

Tristan swallowed another bite, wandering his eyes before focusing on Joey and smiling smugly.

"…Yours?"

XXX

Joey stopped his car out front of the studio, unlocking the doors and motioning for Tristan to get out.

"You don't wanna come with?"

Joey sighed, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

"No, I don't"

Tristan moved his head closer to Joey.

"Not even for a second? You could be my backup…?"

Joey frowned before kicking open his door and stepping out of the car.

"Be. Quick. Okay? I'm serious. I have things to do."

"Oh, like hunt down and stalk your boyfriend?"

"Shut up."

The boys stepped through the front door, walking into a very dark and dank room. There was a door in the back. It opened as a tall, skinny, black haired boy walked through it.

"Oh, hey, Tristan. We weren't expecting you 'till later."

"Hey, Mark. Is Tommy in there?" Tristan asked, pointing to the door.

"He's…uh…busy right now."

"What? He didn't drop my deal, did he?"

"No…"

Joey sat down in one of the chairs in the corner, Tristan moving to sit down next to him.

Once Mark had left the room again, some very suspicious noises began to sound from behind the door.

A bang. A scuffle. And maybe even…a zip?

Joey's eyes widened as he turned to Tristan, whose eyes were also larger as he simply shrugged his shoulders at the blonde.

Joey stood out of his chair, slowly approaching the door and placing his hand on the knob. He turned it, surprised to find it unlocked, and pushed it open.

The hallway was dark-except for one dimly-lit room on the left side. Joey moved towards the source of the light and peered through the glass.

Tommy, as Joey assumed, was holding a video camera. Mark, the boy Tristan had spoken of, was sitting in a chair.

And on his lap…

…Was Yami

Although the two bigger boys seemed to be enjoying themselves, Yami, unfortunately seemed as though he was simply pretending to. His head was back; however, his eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth gritted. Sweat dripped down his face. Joey located his pants on the opposite side of the room. He was still wearing his shirt.

Joey immediately swung the door open, causing all the commotion to stop as Joey grabbed Tommy by the hair.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you disgusting pervert?! Turn off the God damn camera! And you…!"

He turned to Mark, who was currently trying to adjust his belt.

"You get your ass outta here before I report you for rape!"

Tommy quickly slammed his camera down on the side table, grabbing some papers from it and pushing Mark out the door.

Joey turned his back towards the door to face Yami.

He was sitting on the floor, his coat covering his half-naked body as he stared blankly at the wall.

Joey attempted to approach him, however stopped when the boy violently turned away from him.

"Are you okay?" He whispered politely.

Yami remained quiet, pulling something that looked like a pill bottle out of his coat pocket. He emptied nearly the entire bottle into his hands.

Joey rushed forward, grabbing his hand and jerking it backwards.

"What are you doing?!"

Yami yanked his arm out of Joey's grip, standing up and tugging on his pants. He turned his attention back to the substance in his hand and tossed the entire handful into his mouth.

"Stop it!" Joey cried, grabbing him around the waist and placing a gentle-yet aggressive-hand onto his throat.

"Stop!" The blonde yelled again. "Spit them out!"

Yami closed his eyes tight; fighting against Joey's grip as the blonde threateningly dug his nails into the boys' neck.

"Spit them out, right now!"

Yami shuddered for a second before tossing his head forward and letting the pills fall from his mouth and splatter onto the floor.

Joey inhaled deep breaths, waiting for the boy to turn back around.

Yami slowly whirled around; his eyes were puffy and small red tracks lined his cheeks.

Joey swallowed hard. "Why are you doing this?! What's the matter with you?!"

Yami shook his head and covered his eyes, allowing more tears to slip through.

He removed the hand after about a minute and looked into Joey's pleading eyes.

"How do you find me all the time?"

"I wasn't looking for you this time," The blonde started. "I'm here because someone tricked a pal of mine about getting a record deal. Apparently, like I told him in the first place, it was a fraud…"

Yami folded his arms.

"…But now I'm really glad I came." Joey continued.

"You're glad you came, huh?" Yami started. "You're so proud of yourself, aren't you? Oh, look at you. Saving poor little me a second time? Congratulations. Unfortunately, you couldn't save me from all the other times."

Joey simply stared in shock, staring into the boy's eyes sympathetically.

Yami chuckled. "These boys have millions of tapes of me. They're probably considering starting their own box set. Destroying one really isn't going to hurt them."

"You think this is okay?"

Yami huffed, pulling another form of a drug out of his pocket. This time, a cigarette.

"I never said it was okay," Yami stated. "I never said I enjoyed it, because God knows I don't. But I'm broke as hell, you know? Nobody wants to hire some cheap little whore like me."

"Don't say that about yourself, okay?" Joey whispered.

"I'll say whatever I want about myself. How about you try something new? It's called minding your own business."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I really don't want to be reading a newspaper one day and read the front page and find out that you've been murdered."

Yami took a whiff of his nicotine.

"I can take care of myself."

Joey sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Well apparently not or this wouldn't have happened."

Yami looked down at the floor, realizing that the blonde was right.

"Is it consensual?" Joey asked.

"What? This, or all of it?"

Joey paused. "All of it."

"No." He answered.

"None of it?"

Yami shook his head.

"None of it." He repeated.

Joey's eyes widened.

"So, you pretty much just let people rape you, and then pay you for it?"

Yami nodded, taking another hit off his cigarette.

"That's sick, man."

Yami chuckled. "Yeah, tell me about it."

"Is it just for the money?"

Yami shook his head.

"No. I have some loneliness issues occasionally. Suffered from depression when I was younger. Still do, sometimes."

"So, is this where you came when I let you out of my car earlier?"

Yami sighed. "No. I had another stop to make first."

Joey's mouth gaped. "What?!"

"Look, just let it go, okay? I have to get ready for work."

Joey grabbed him by the arm.

"I'm not leaving you alone."

Yami scoffed. "Why not?"

"Because…" The blonde started. "Because I'm afraid you'll kill yourself…"

Yami laughed. "Already tried. God won't let me."

"What?!" The blonde exclaimed. "What have you done?!"

Yami shrugged. "A little bit of everything. My mom caught me trying to make a noose out of some shirts in my closet when I was about 10. That's when my therapy started."

He then lifted up the sleeve of his shirt to show Joey his wrist.

It was covered in scars. Some of the looked more recent than others.

"Jesus…" The blonde breathed. "Guess therapy didn't work, huh?"

Yami shook his head. "Nope."

Joey took the boy by the arm and prepared to lead him out to his car.

Yami sighed.

"You know, it's funny. You seem to know me so well, and I don't even know you're name."

The blonde turned to him.

"It's Joey."

YAY!! I think I'll stop there.

Oh, yes, I told you he was going to find some drama!

Drama for ALL your mommas!

R&R!

GK09