A/N: I know some of you expect this chapter to be about Cecil-kun, but I'm sorry, it's not. Now don't get me wrong, he'll DEFINITELY be in the story, but... not now :3. I'm actually so tired, but i'm being -yawn- nice and updating, which the time used I couldv'e played games with -3-

This is Dedicated to Ani, Ren-chan, Rain-chan, Maka-chan and Elijah- him for obvious reasons ^-^

(With Syou and Natsuki)

He was a survivor. He had to deal with a lifetime of pain, of bruises, of waxing. He survived, and he even managed to scrape a little pride out after dealing with such an ordeal. Yes, he survived being forced to look like a girl.


(Flashback)

I could feel the blood welling up in my throat, even as I tried to spit it out. It seemed Natsuki was serious about what he said. It wasn't fair at all, so I broke a few of his stupid 'rules,' was that really so bad?

They were odd anyways. Who is he to tell me I can't leave when I choose or speak about what is on my mind? This is the year 2013; you can't own slaves in it. Well, not here at least...

When I got home it was horrible. He tossed me into a room, which I automatically dubbed as 'the room of pain.' I knew I wasn't in my right mind with the pain clouding my thoughts, but it was fine for now. It seemed I would have bigger problems today anyway.

I was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor, and I moaned in anguish. I couldn't help it; it just hurt too much for me to even notice I had made any sounds.

Natsuki, who was still in my range, albeit very blurry, was putting on boxing gloves. If I had to make any guesses as to what he'd be doing with that, I'd have to say it'd be hitting me. I can't even get myself to believe any other option. I 'misbehaved' and now it seems I'm going to pay for it.


Natsuki was surprisingly fast. There was no way I could run that fast, nor punch that hard. In fact, I'm surprised I'm still coherent. That blow should have, literally, knocked me senseless. I wish it did, though, just as some of my cuts from before stopped bleeding, he reopened them.

Yes, I'm really regretting not listening to him now.

My pride won't allow me to admit this out loud. No, it would be better to suffer in silence, than to beg in despair.

I could feel the blood escaping me as I was thrust into a nearby wall. It didn't feel good at all.

Would it truly be worth almost dying, just because I refuse to acknowledge that I am in the 'wrong?' Whether I truly believe it or not? "It obviously isn't since it won't matter if you don't calm him down"My inner voice spoke to me, playing with my mind. It was right, though, if I didn't make him see that killing me was the wrong idea, I wouldn't be able to. Since, later, I would be dead.

"Natsuki, you really don't want to do this, you don't want me-" He didn't seem to like my argument. It wasn't convincing anyways, but I still tried again.

"Natsuki, I'm going to die if you continue!" I said it as fast as I could manage. Any slower and I wouldn't have been able to finish the sentence, but it didn't matter like before. He wasn't listening.

I started murmuring a prayer to Orion, like he mentioned earlier.

His eyes widened, then he smiled.

It wasn't a normal 'Natsuki' smile, no, it was worse. It looked like I would experience climbing the world's tallest tree, or a similar fear. It felt like having a heart attack, feeling the pain, but not truly tasting it.

This time, I couldn't imagine what was going through his head. He pulled off the gloves and cleaned my wounds, laying me down in his bed. He climbed in after, but I was too exhausted mentally, and physically, to even care.

I slept for 2 days.


I woke up to an empty room, my stomach aching for some form of nutrition. I didn't realize I wasn't fully healed until I crashed onto the floor.

It was then the door opened.

It was then that I remembered why I was hurt.

Natsuki.

"Syou-kun? You're awake? How did you get on the floor?" I didn't feel like answering, but after almost dying, I wanted to live a little longer.

"I fell off." It was short, but it was still an answer. As long as I answered him, he wouldn't get mad, right...?

"Haha~ you're so silly Syou-kun. Anyway, I brought you breakfast" I didn't want to accept anything from him, but even as I was thinking it over, my stomach denied me my rights. It growled.

"I knew you were hungry, after all, it's been some time since you ate, hmm?" I could hear the underlying tones of smugness. I didn't like it, but I wasn't ready to lose a limb.

I'll yell at him later when I can actually escape his wrath.

Then I smelt it. It smelt... good. How? Everyone- I took a deep breath as I thought of what's been taken from me- know's Natsuki couldn't cook to save his life.

I've had first hand experience with it. It's ATROCIOUS. If I could find a stronger word to describe it, I would. However, nothing seems to come to mind...

Is this appealing food messing with my mind?

I shook my head, and did my best to crawl on the bed, and no matter what I did, my joints wouldn't move where I chose. I needed Natsuki's help. It sickened me.

There was something I wouldn't admit to myself about when he helped me. When he wrapped his hands around mine, using the ground as leverage, I felt warm. Safe, even. I didn't know what it was, but I was a little disappointed when he let go. If I could, I would've slapped myself silly.

He. Was. A. GUY. And I am a perfectly normal, straight male who likes Haruka. I do not like males. I don't!

Who am I trying to convince? I pondered that for a moment, until the tray held before was on my lap.

Miso and Green tea? Very lightweight, but I don't even care anymore.

I slurped both items as slowly as I could, hoping to prolong the amount of time I could just sit in bed. Even so, all good things come to an end- as did my food.

I was jerked up as soon as I finished, and moved back to that evil room. Now that I can perceive more, I think I'll call it 'Pain-san.'

I was shaking, not enough for Natsuki to notice, even though he was carrying me, but enough to know I was doing it.

As soon as I entered the room, a single tear dropped out of my eye. It dried up quickly, but Natsuki still noticed it.

He smiled.

"Don't worry Syou-kun, I'm not keeping you here, look to the other side, we're going in there." I turned to where he pointed, and noticed a lone door against the bare, bloodstained walls. We entered it.

I blinked.

Were we in a Beauty Parlour?

He was led to a bath, and dipped inside a warm- almost too warm- pool of greenness. It was bubbling and look disgusting, and it took up all his attention until he felt it.

"M-my pants!" Why was he removing them? He wasn't getting in the pool, no way!

"I'm going to scrub your whole body, so I can't have clothes in the way." With his superior strength, he tore up my clothes. I was partly my fault, since I was holding them down for a full 2 minutes, but these were my FAVOURITE shorts. He shouldn't just rip them.

I was dipped in the pool, and promptly melted. It felt really good! Well, as good as it can get with another male staring at your body.

I was in there for a few minutes, 10 at least, before I was removed. I was washed- while blushing- and waxed. I was pretty upset though, it took me forever to grow them, not to mention they hurt!

I grimaced at the pink tinged, hairless skin of my leg as Natsuki rubbed oil on it. I thought that was the worst.

That is, until my whole body suffered.

He left only my hair untouched, though he removed my clips. I hated hair in my eyes, he knew this. Afterwards, he rubbed something in my hair. He mentioned something about split ends and hair growth shampoos, I just frowned. Why would he even know this?

After he was done with his administrations, I was sprayed with perfume, and forced into a room similar to one might find in a school. It only had a few differences.

An oddly shaped chair and cuffs to the side of it. Despite my weak body, I ran for it. Of course, I was caught, set in the chair, and linked to it. Not to mention that something was attached to multiple places on me.

Natsuki had a remote, I thought, wondering what it could be for. Then I yelped. D-Did this machine just... SHOCK ME?


(Flashback end)

I've been here ever since. Being held in an electrocution chair, being asked question after question about women things that I didn't care for in the slightest.

I don't care if you must stand straight in heels, or if only certain colours can be applied to look natural. I wouldn't use any of it, so why tell me this?

The questions were repetitive, so I had to memorize them. I've always had a keen mind, I'd just prefer not to waste it on garbage like this.

Once I got all the answers on my tests perfect, for the past hour straight, he let me go. In doing so, forced me to test everything. It sucked, honestly, he even calls me by a different name. Now I'm being referred to as Syoko-chan! How embarrassing. My toes stuffed into tight shoes, the heels inches above the ground, and I had to apply make-up perfectly. He already warned me it would hurt if I didn't get everything right. I believed him.

Who wouldn't?


A/N: here's your dark writer ^-^. As promised, because of the 8 reviews, I give you another chapter. Aren't you proud of me? Reviews motivate me o3o, Anyways, happy reading from your newly renamed, KoHime in the Kingdom of Light! Ko-Hime is fine though. Bye-Be!