I decided it was about time I went home. School ended, maybe ten minutes ago, and the park was full of life now.
Walking slowly, I began to think about how nice it must be to be six years old again. You have absolutely nothing to worry about but learning your A-B-C's. I sighed.
I picked up the pace, seeing my house in view.
"Hey, queer!" I spun around, ready to punch whoever just said that. Seeing nobody, I turned around and kept walking. "I'm talking to you." A voice whispered from behind me. Before I could turn around, the douche attached himself to my back and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled in fury. He was in my personal space. It really annoyed me.
"Do you like this?" He asked, nipping at my ear. Of course I don't like it! I don't even know this guy.
"Of course not, un." I replied quickly, trying to pry his arms away. He tightened his grip around me.
"Really?" He asked, biting at my neck lightly.
"Really, un. I need to get home. Fuck off. Un."
He just laughed at me, gave my ass a pinch, and said, "you know you liked it, queer." Then he walked away. I glared flames at his back. Oh, if my hate could put this guy on fire, he'd be scorched by now.
Ignoring what just happened, I walked into the door of my crappy excuse of a house. It was great and all, it was just falling apart. "I'm ho—" I began. I could hear Mom and 'him' loudly talking in the kitchen. I decided to listen.
"You quit?" I heard Mom ask in a surprised voice.
"Yeah. For a better paying job."
"Better then being a doctor?" I crept in a little closer.
"Much better, hunny. Aren't you happy?"
"Well, yeah, but..." she trailed off there. She was always so proud of 'his' job as a doctor. She always talked about how amazing it was. The reason they even met was because he was a doctor.
When I was fifteen, that's when the accident happened. He was the one that treated me and Mom. At first, I thought he was handsome, but then he started doing weird things to me. I got a private room, so did Mom. He gave me a lot morphine, or something, and that made me really out of it. He told me to take off my shirt so he could check out the cuts and stuff on my chest. He rubbed his hands down my chest, and even started playing with the elastic of my pajama bottoms. He moved back to my chest and started tweaking and playing with nipples. Of course, I was pumped full of drugs, so I didn't know this was wrong until it wore off. I even giggled when he was playing with my nipples. 'Him' and Mom must have hit it off because a year later, he was living in our house with a diamond ring on his finger.
I can't help thinking bad things about Mom. I mean, Dad just died, and she's already with somebody else. The funeral was a week later, to give me and Mom time to heal. She brought him to Daddy's funeral.
"Trust me," he said as I came back to reality, "It'll give me a lot more extra money. I can buy you nice stuff and fix up the house!" He said enthusiastically.
"I hope so." Mom said.
"I know so." This is when I decided to join in.
"I'm home!" I called out.
"Dei! How was school?" Mom asked.
"Fine, un." I shrugged.
"Welcome back, Deidara." 'He' said to me. I glared at him and headed upstairs.
"I don't understand why he's still so cold to me." 'He' told Mom.
"Don't worry, hunny. He's just getting used to changes."
I shut the door loudly. All this innocent crap he was pulling was pissing me off. And she believed it all.
I changed out of my uniform into a black muscle shirt and some jeans I found on the floor. I looked at my bare hands, and looked for my gloves, too. They were just black, nothing fancy.
Lying on my bed, I let out an angry sigh.
I found my thoughts leading back to the douche that invaded my personal bubble earlier. He's got balls. I bet he was straight, too. Just doing that to bug me. I should have decapitated him right there in the streets. But it would turn out that some old granny was watching us. She'd call the cops, which will lead to life in prison. Damn granny. I scowled.
Instead of lingering on the granny subject, I started thinking about Sasori. Why did I let myself tell him so much about me? If we hadn't gotten into that fight, I might've told him something really personal, like I was my own step-fathers whore. I doubt that would have turned out well. Ugh. I'm such a moron! I've never told anybody things that personal before. Maybe I just needed to vent and get it all out? I kind of felt like I could trust him but...I don't even know him! And it doesn't even matter. I can't trust anyone. Especially with my 'secret'.
A knock on the door made me turn my head towards the wood. "Yeah, un?"
"Deidara," 'he' said, "I need you to go to the store." I let out a breath I didn't even know I had held it.
"'Kay, un." I replied.
"Get milk, butter, bread, and some leeks."
"Leeks?"
He opened the door, walked in, then shut it. "That's what I said, moron. You better be back soon. Or else." He smirked evilly.
I said nothing as he walked out the door.
Deciding it would be best for me to leave now, I went downstairs and got the shopping money from the kitchen table and headed out the door.
As I walked down my street, I checked to see if there were actually any grannies living here. I couldn't see any right now, but I guess it's better safe then sorry. I heard grannies could see everything, so killing some straight guy that hit on me to piss me off was out of the question.
The convenience store was just a few blocks away. I'd be seeing it soon. I picked up the pace slightly, eager to get to the store so I could get back home quickly.
Now it was in view. I grabbed the money in my pocket, making sure I still had the money with me. Stopping momentarily, I made sure I'd have enough. I'd probably have enough for a chocolate bar, too.
I walked into the store, getting the butter first. Next, I got the bread. Turning to where the leeks were, I picked up the biggest one I could see. Next, I needed the milk. Struggling with what I had in my hands, I put everything in my right arm, balancing the butter on the bread. Opening the fridge-thing, I found the one percent milk that I wanted. Personally, I hate white milk. Chocolate and strawberry are the only milk I can drink. As I grabbed the milk, the butter tipped off the bread and fell to the ground. Cursing, I made a move to pick it up. A hand picked up the butter for me.
"Do you need help?" A familiar voice asked. I turned my head up.
"Sasori, un?" I asked in surprise.
"Deidara?" He seemed just as shocked as I was.
"Why are you here, hm? I thought you didn't really live near here, un."
"I don't really. My store overcharges milk."
"Oh, well, thanks." I said, looking over at the butter in his hands.
"Yeah, no problem." He replied. I made a move to get the butter, but he held it away from me. "I'll carry it. Your hands are full."
"But you have shopping to do, too." I objected, reaching for the butter again. I felt like a child getting his candy taken away...
"I just came here for milk." He said, keeping the butter out of my reach, "don't worry."
"Okay, un." I replied. "I don't need anything else. I'm done."
"'Kay." He said. We made our way to the till. We had a couple people in front of us, including a kid paying in pennies and nickels.
"You're going to school tomorrow, right?" He asked me. I nodded. I really hadn't thought about it until he mentioned it.
"Yeah, un. My mom will get really mad if she finds out I'm skipping." In truth, I wasn't thinking about Mom. 'He' would beat me if he found out.
"Yeah." He replied absently.
"Um..." I said, trying to keep up the conversation, "do you go to a college or something?"
"No," he laughed, "I'm already out of college."
"Seriously?" I asked, "so do you have a job?"
"Yeah." He replied. "I'm in this art organization called Akatsuki."
"Akatsuki? I've heard of them. That organization is pretty famous."
"Yeah, I suppose so. I'm best at making puppets. In the area, there's seven more members."
"Wow."
He nodded and inched closer to the till. "I haven't even met them all. Only a couple. I'm even rooming with one."
"Really? What do they do, un?" I asked as I made another step toward the counter.
"He specializes in wood burning...but he's good at hairstyling, too. If that's even an art."
"So do you do anything other then puppets?"
"Sorta. I'm good with poison. I can identify their name and damage just by looking at it, and in some cases, tasting it. That's not really an art, though."
"Wow..." I said in amazement. It was finally our turn to pay. He let me go first, and even bought a chocolate bar for me. I thanked him and ate my Twix bar happily.
"Hey..." He said as we walked out the door, "can I see your hands again? They're interesting."
"Y-yeah." I stuttered. I took off my glove and held out my left hand, Twix bar in my right. He held my left hand, examining the tongue dancing around.
"It's lively." He said, smiling slightly. "Can you curl your hand in a fist? Or do your fingers go in it's mouth?"
"Yeah. It just closes it's mouth when I do that." I closed my fist. "See?"
"Yeah. How did you get these?" He asked, grabbing onto my hand again.
"Birth defect, un. The doctor that delivered me freaked out and tried to put me on the news..."
"Did your parents agree with that?"
"Nope. They said the doctor overreacted. If I went on the news, the whole world would think I'm a freak."
He was quiet for a little bit. "Well...I've got to get home now." He told me. I nodded, put my glove back on, and picked up my bags.
"I-I'll see you later, maybe?" I asked.
"Maybe." H said. He patted my head and started to walk away.
"B-bye, un!" I said. He turned around and waved at me. I could feel my mouth suddenly curve upwards into a smile.
Then I realized I took up too much time. I was going to get in trouble.
I started to run.
Finally reaching my house, I took big, exhausted breaths and muttered an, "I'm home." I was greeted by 'him'.
"You're late, boy. Your mom has to get to work. You missed supper."
"I wasn't even out that long! Un!"
"You were out for half an hour." I looked at the clock in disbelief. He was right. "Make yourself a sandwich," he commanded. I hated it when people told me what to do. It always annoyed me.
Mom came downstairs when I was heading down to the kitchen. "Oh, Dei," she said, "I'm so sorry we didn't wait for you."
"No, it's okay," I assured her, "I forgot you had work today, un."
She looked at the clock. "I gotta go!" she said. Zooming through the front door she yelled, "love you two!"
You see, Mom's a business woman. She has to stay in an office for long hours talking and doing paper work. Sounds deadly boring to me, but it seems that she likes it.
But what were Mom and 'him' talking about—he's getting a new job? I had a feeling I probably wasn't supposed to hear that, so I didn't say anything. I got out some peanut butter and jam, a knife, and two pieces of the bread I bought. I put a layer of peanut butter on and a layer of strawberry jam. I like that it actually has pieces of strawberry in it.
"Fuck, I'm exhausted." 'He' complained with a sigh. "I've been banging your mom all day after you left for school." My eye twitched. He is such a bastard! I took a bite out of my sandwich, putting all my anger into chewing. "But for the record, I think I like doing you more. You pretend not to like it at first, but in the end you're just moaning under my fingertips."
"You're wrong, un!" I said after I swallowed my food.
"Oh, you know that I'm right, Dei-chan. You just won't admit it." Ugh. That nickname again! How many times do I have to say I'm not a fucking girl?!
"No, you're wrong. Un." I finish my sandwich and make a move to go to my room.
"Stop," he commanded in a low voice, "I haven't been able to touch you today."
"You're not going to touch me today, un." I said just as lowly.
"Yes. I am." He approached me quickly, kind of like a lion about to kill an antelope. I moved fast too, somehow managing to get out of the kitchen. He's following me, though. "Get back here!" He roared. I continued to run around the house, desperately trying to make it to the door to freedom. I was almost there. Just a few more steps...
A giant hand grabbed my wrist, and yanked me back roughly. I lost my balance and fell to the floor with a thump. I was so close! Just a few more steps and I would have been safe...
"Where do you think you're going, whore?" My eyes watered. So close...and now he's mad.
I coughed as he kicked my stomach. He stepped on my chest and squished me to the ground. It hurt so much. I couldn't breath right. My eyes watered as he squished me harder putting most of his weight on my stomach. I tried taking in short, panicked breaths. It felt like I was going to puke.
"I don't know what was going on in your mind," he says as he takes his foot off my chest, "but it was pretty stupid." He kicked my thigh as I took in needed breathing air. He started to kick me continuously, so I tried to curl up in the fetal position. Unfortunately, that revealed a great deal of my back.
Ugh." He complained," let's get that clothing off. I want to see the damage I'm making." He made a move to grab my muscle shirt, but I quickly rolled away from him, making a furious move for the stairs. I'll lock him out of my room. Then, I'll escape through the window as he tries to break open the door.
I ran up two steps at a time. Almost there. Something grabbed my foot in mid-step and I fell down―again. I heard 'him' laugh at me and he dragged me down the stairs by the ankle. As he was doing so, my shirt slid up to my bellybutton and I could feel myself getting rug burn on my stomach. I cried out in pain as he gripped my right ankle tightly, his nails leaving crescent shaped marks on my skin. Oh, fuck it burned.
I hit my head on the bottom step. He ignored it and moved to the living room, dragging me on the ground. I struggled with all I had, but he still managed to take control.
He took off my shirt, then my pants, revealing all those hideous bruises I had to keep. He laughed darkly, obviously happy with what he saw. He pulled my boxers down to my ankles and grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up to his clothed dick. I gasped. He was rock hard already!
He unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock out of the zipper hole. "Just because I've been fucking your mom all day doesn't mean I haven't been looking forward to this." That sadistic bastard. He loves to hurt me. I worried slightly about Mom. Is he this rough with her, too? I hope not. She's so delicate. I even feel bad for being born. She probably freaked out when the doctor told her I had a couple extra mouths...
I could feel his bare cock pushing against my hole. I struggled like my life was on the line. In a sense, it was. Who knows? What if he rapes me, decides that I'm going to tell somebody, and kill me before I even had a chance to tell? I could possibly die tonight. Hm...what a strangely relaxing thought...
As I struggled, he gripped me harder, making my hips bleed. I kept trying to get away. He was really going to hurt me today.
He took his right hand off my hip, and instead moved it on my stomach. Quickly, he punched my stomach, causing me to exhale in pain. Oh, that hurt. I stopped my struggling to catch my breath.
"You've been a bad boy, Dei-chan. That deserves punishment, don't you think?" I shook my head slightly. He smirked and took something out of his pocket. He put it in front of my face to see. Oh, God, no... "Perfect punishment," he praised himself. I whimpered as he tried to attach my 'punishment' on my dick. I covered my length with my hands, but he simply slapped them away.
"No..." I whimpered pathetically as he put it on.
"Yes..." He said mockingly. The cock ring, my punishment, was officially on.
Instead of mercilessly fucking me like I thought he would, instead he let go of my hips, positioning me on my back. He gently ran his fingers over my cheeks. His fingers hovered over my lips, but never touched them. He's never touched my lips before. I figure it's because kissing is for love. He feels no love for me, just sadistic lust.
'He' lowered his head down onto my shoulder, sucking and licking. I closed my eyes. 'He' was probably leaving a lot of hickeys. Proof that I was his. Moving his head from my shoulder to my right nipple, he started to lick and tweak it. I accidentally moaned. Mentally, this was so wrong, but physically, it felt so right. After being handled roughly for so long, it felt good to be treated gently.
After lots of touching on his part. my shaft was hurting like a bitch.
"I need to come, un!" I complained, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn't think of anything other then my dick. It felt like it was going to explode if I didn't release soon.
"Do you?" He smirked. I nodded my head. "Oh. Too bad, then." He shrugged. I groaned loudly in protest. My member was throbbing insanely.
I was so busy focusing on my member, I didn't even realize 'him' lifting my legs up. Before I knew what was happening, he slammed into me. No preparations, no lotion. Just dry.
He came twice, his stamina was going low. So was mine. It felt like I was going to pass out. Finally, he came a third time and collapsed onto my body. We were all breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath.
"T-take it off..." I breathed out, too exhausted for words.
He sighed. "You don't wear that often. I think you should enjoy it while you can." I shook my head. No way in hell. "Fine." He shrugged. He took off the ring slowly, and with a violent shudder, I immediately came into his hand. He wiped the cum off onto my stomach. "Clean this mess up, then get the hell to bed." He zipped his pants up then left the living room, leaving me to clean up all this seed.
I staggered to the kitchen to grab some rags, not bothering to put any clothes on. Something in the kitchen started ringing, it startled me. It wasn't our house phone, it had a totally different ring tone. Aha! That's my cellphone! I thought I lost it. No wonder, I hardly ever use it. The only reason I even have one is for emergency purposes. You know, in case someone tries to kidnap me, or something. The phone rang two more times, then stopped. After a moment of silence, it started ringing again. I never got texts before...why am I getting them now? I followed the sound, and finally found my phone in a drawer under a shit load of papers.
I froze as soon as I saw the messages on the screen.
In all, there were five.
'You filthy whore.'
'We know what you've been doing.'
'What's it like fucking your own step-father, Dei-chan?'
'We saw everything, you know.'
'But we can keep a secret. For a price. Meet us at 8:00 sharp at Konoha High School's science room.'
I shuddered in paralized fear. How would anybody know about this? I checked the texts again. Two of them said 'we' and another said 'us'. So there's more then one that knows. It's not a prank, either. They called me 'Dei-chan'. They know me...they know his pet name for me.... They even go to my school.
I took in a deep breath as I grabbed some rags. If I want to keep this a secret, then I'm going to have to meet them tomorrow.
Oh, God.
Ah, the second chapter. How did you like it? Reviews are greatly appreciated.
I suppose the straight-guy-hitting-on-another-guy was kind of random. Sorry. It builds drama and shows how Deidara has to go through life. Poor, poor soul.
Also, I need your help. I'm having trouble thinking of a job for 'him' to have. It must be better paying then a doctor, and maybe a little shifty, but not necessarily illegal. Thanks!