I'm sorry it took so long, I love you all and I would appreciate the chance to live if you are all so kind. XD ILY Eree, thank you for not ending my life…you do, after all, sit beside me in lunch. Okay on with the story before you people figure out where I live and roast my left leg.
Going to class had been pretty pointless…I couldn't get that little shit outta my head for anything. It wasn't because I couldn't stop thinking about it him…it was because everyone couldn't stop talking about him.
"I can't believe Bon actually helped him…"
"I don't know why Rin is even at this school,"
"I used to think he was so cool…but then again he's the prince of lies…I can't believe it!"
The school day ended finally and I found myself racing to my room to see how Rin was doing. When I arrived he was asleep still. His color was back, but no one had bothered to clean him up. Blood was smeared artfully across his face, dried poison marred his pale chest, and his hair was a mess. Did no one care what he looked like? Even in unconsciousness he was a nice looking guy. That's when I set to work, getting a bowl of water and a rag. It took a little effort to clear him of his own blood; it had dried and crusted in certain places. I stopped when I happened upon a choice. There was probably extra damage beyond the pants he wore, no one had cared to help him any further than they were required so who knew what lay beyond…but I couldn't say I was entirely comfortable with cleaning beyond the belt. It took a few moments to make up my mind; it wasn't like I was gay. It wouldn't mean anything to clean him up down there, maybe a little awkward, but nothing more. So I once again set to work, he would do the same thing for me. My fingers fumbled with his button, I felt dirty, like I was taking advantage of him…even though I only had the intention to help him. Slowly enough I slid his pants over his hip, diverting my eyes from his boxers, focusing, instead on his kneecaps. I had made a resolve to do this, so by god I was gonna do it. His boxers slid off as well, at my command and I began at my task. Blood had in fact leaked down in there making me glad that I'd checked. Once done I redressed him, got to work on his hair, then left him. I didn't want to stay in that room with him. My nerves were on fire with some unknown sensation that ran through my body like a live wire. What the hell had that boy done to me? Yukio passed me, his condescending glare seemed to know my every thought, my every guilty desire and he seemed to shame me for it. I looked away from him; he didn't know a damn thing.
Yes I do realize this is short, but I gotta go in increments. XD Sorry, I'm also on a mission to update every story on this dagum account. So…yeah. Reviews? Please? Even if they're flames I'm desperate for your reviews…om nom nom