Warning: This chapter contains some content that may be a little overwhelming for some readers. Read on at your own risk

Before reading: This is a draft of the chapter. I am not done proof reading it. I probably made a lot of mistakes cause I was on a roll and didn't care to slow down and read what I was actually writing. I wanted to post this so that people who wanted to read it now could. I will correct most, if not all mistakes and repost the chapter again. I just wanted to post it now since proofreading takes about 1 or more hours.

Review Response

THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS GUYS! Oh Mah Gawsh! I know four isn't that much for some people, but it is for me! I really love love love love hearing from you guys! Even if it is only "I liked it". I don't care how much or how little you have to say! JUST SAY IT!

To Alice2013: Poor poor Johan!

I am glad you think I am a good writer because this chapter was extremely hard to write.

I think it wouldn't be that hard to write a lemon…since my friends think I explain usual things in a sort of pornographic manner. Like eating.

Anyways, You wont have to wait long for the next chapter because I am already done with it and now I am having a friend proofread it with me. I was on a roll that day and I believe it was one of my better chapters. I really hope you like it!

Phredrik's Notes: Yah, she didn't realize at the time you would be reading this response, she would already be finished posting it and what not….shah oops.

To kitsune girl yuki: I will try to keep up with postings! Since it is summer it may range 1-3 chapters a week, depending on how long each chapter is!

I know how bad it feels to pass out. Especially the recovery and the head aches after! I would never wish that on Johan! Well, unless he really hurt Judai. If that happened then, DOWN WITH THE BEAST!

To theabridgedkuriboh: Hah, if only Judai had warned him.

Yah, I wrote them in as bullies. But have no fear, I know you will love their position in the plot as bullies by the end of the story. I have some pre-planned stuff waiting for those two.

To Anonymous :

Prepare your eyes. This is gonna be a long one.

First Question: What inspire you to write this story?

My Response: Well, this was a story I was writing for my friend Destiny. She graduated this year and I was rarely ever going to see her, so I'm writing her a fanfic and am making her plushies of Judai and Johan, two of our OTP's! I really wanted it to be something special. I went back and forth between story plots. One of the choices was of Judai and Johan becoming super heroes, but I soon ruled that out after realizing I couldn't carry on the story as long as I originally wanted. I really like when people write stories in an AU because I think it is a lot more interesting than the normal locations they would be at. With the normal locations, everyone already knows what all the buildings look like, but with this I could explain and alter it in any way I wanted. I really based it upon my experiences going to a private Christian school. I was always a different kid. At a young age I struggled with Sensory Disorder, ADHD, ADD, Dyslexia, and Aspergers. I didn't always get along with the most kids when I went to a public school because I was loud and outgoing. I always saw good in a person, no matter how wrong they may astray. Moving to a private school in 4th grade made things a little easier. People were nicer and the teachers always tried to help! But, when I started 8th grade, I discovered some things about myself. I hated being like everyone else. In a private school, a lot of people can look down on you because of your views or beliefs. I was a nerd who loved Yu-Gi-Oh, Dr. Who, Pokémon, Marvel, and other queer things. I was made fun of it a lot. But, I didn't let it bother me. I didn't want to be like anyone else at school. I outpoured my creativity onto paper with my art and into words with my singing, but I knew that wasn't enough. I wanted to change my appearance. I decided to cut my hair because no girl has short hair at our school. I wore make-up, which no one usually ever wore. I was for Gay Rights and other things my school wouldn't believe in. When I turned 14, I finally made my decision to gradually make my transformation into a Transgender. I found out I was also Asexual/ Pansexual. I thought all people were attractive but wasn't in any way comfortable with sexual relationships. If I was to every have a relationship, It would be based on personality instead of looks and gender. I am not at all the romantic type when it comes to myself. I can write about other couples, but just not me. I binder my chest and started not wearing make-up. I wore boxers and lowered my already low, raspy voice. Gender didn't bother me much. I didn't want to be known for being female with a great body, but for someone who is creative and funny and different. Different then everyone else in the entire school. I dyed my hair and bought a chest binder. I made sure I didn't rush to far into things because I didn't want to start a larger fuse with my school than I had already had lit. I wouldn't ever be able to do any of this if it wasn't for my small support group of friends and my mother. Though, I don't have many friends, I know they are a hells lot better than the ones I could have. They never judged me. Though not many and quiet shy, they impacted me so much! I could always go to my mother and tell her anything. She never judged me and helped me solve my problems. Enough of my cheesy, old sob story! I guess, the story is based on someone who tries to find their own self in a group of people who are against them and how one one person can save them from becoming lost in the mess! For the other half of the story. Well, I also watched a lot of cop shows…^^"

Also, the story above was not for me to get attention or pity in any way. I don't like when people pity me because it makes me feel weak. It is just the truth that I am not afraid to share. No seriously. No pity parties!

I am also glad you liked it cause I am kinda a spaz and always think people will think this is cheesy or unoriginal.

; - ; so long

I'll make the next one short and simple.

Question Two: What's a lemon?

My Response: It's when a writer writes in a scene where the two love interests descriptively do some love makin. So, pretty much porno for the fangirls! No offense fangirls. We all get the craves.

Me: Yay, finally to the chapters I really want to write. The next few chapters are gonna be friggin awesome!

Phredrik: And now that it's summer, you finally have time to write!

Me: Yup, I wish it wasn't so hot. I miss my friends, though.

Phredrik: Well, you do see Lilly every other week and your other friends at play. Plus, you do have your cosplay party to plan.

Me: AH! You're right! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

On another quick note. Some of my friends had asked what a parlour room was. I guess, people normally call it a living room. It is just a room for sitting filled with a sofa and sometimes a television or bookshelf. There are two different kinds of parlour rooms, I guess. One is like a waiting room in a doctor's office. The other is a living room or I believe another name for it is a day room. Just to clear things up.

Judai's POV

I was alone. Sitting in the middle of a large room. No one was here but me. Only the sound of my heart beating loudly in my chest was audible, which kept itself in time with the old grandfather clock in the corner.

I frantically looked around the room, which seemed somehow familiar to me. The room was completely empty except for the huge grandfather clock. But, It seemed as if it was once filled with beautiful furniture. A black leather couch used to sit in the middle of the room. A huge bookcase used to be in the corner of the room, opposite from the old grandfather clock. The furniture seemed to appear once I figured what used to be there. Two lazy boy recliners. A vintage coffee table. A large red rug that sprawled across the room. Until, every piece of furniture had reappeared.

This was impossible. No way could I actually be here. We sold this house once our family split. All the furniture was either sold or spread out among my parent's houses. But, there I was, sitting in the middle of the old, adorned room. Everything was back to the way it originally was, except for one thing, my family. I had to find them.

I walked through a doorway into a large kitchen. By the sink was my mother, baking dinner like she always used too. I could smell the sweet aroma of her homemade Mac & Cheese. My mother had the best cooking in the world. She would always make us enormous dinners when we were younger. All of our neighbors where worried by the way she feed us, that we would be the size of boulders when we grew up. But, when my parents split, she lost all interest in cooking. She usually hid out in her room all day, crying and drinking her problems away. Those days she was changed completely.

But, this was really her. It was her in all of her joyous beauty. Smiling ear to ear like she used to. She had no worries to fill her head. Seeing her like this filled me with content. I knew that when she died, she didn't die happy. She died with drugs, alcohol, and worry. Worry that she would leave two young boys alone in the huge terrifying world. Alone with their raging drunk father.

I staggered into the next room, my father's office. He was sitting at his desk working on a stack of large papers. He looked slightly annoyed, he alway hated doing paperwork. But, he never complained. He knew it was his job and that if he wanted to provide for his family he had to make a few sacrifices.

"Daddy!" I heard a little boy scream. He came barging into the room, bare naked and clutching tightly to an old teddy bear. My father caught the boy bundled him up into his arm. He ran his large fingers through the boys messy brown hair and let out a strong laugh.

"Isaac, would you please take Judai up to his bath." I heard my mother call from the kitchen.

"Sure thing, sweetie!" He called to her, then turned back to the little boy in his arms. "Lets go, Judai." He pulled open a door that lead to the stairway and began making his journey up them. I unconsciously followed them up the stairs into a small bathroom. In the bathroom was a large tub filled with warm water. Sitting in that tub was another brunet that looked almost identical to the one in my fathers arms, though, looking slightly older. He was barely recognizable, face bright red and crying his lungs out. Haou never cried anymore. He didn't even cry at my mothers funeral. He just sat there staring at the ground with an emotionless expression.

My father set the little boy in his arms down into the tub, where he began giggling and splashing around in the tub water.

" For looking almost exactly the same, you sure do cry a lot more than Judai does, don't you Haou." My father said with a chuckle.

Suddenly, the tub water turned into a sickly black coloured vapour that stretched up the walls of the bathroom. The floor began to disintegrate under my feet. I couldn't think to do anything but let out a heart wrenching scream, but nothing audible came from my mouth. My hands covered my eyes in fear of what would happen next.

When I opened them, I was back in the parlour room, but things where different. Furniture had been worn and overturned and the curtains that used to be draping over the windows where now torn into bits and scattered across the floor. In the middle of the room was my mother and father. They where deeply enveloped in another one of their heated arguments. Tears filled my mothers eyes and the stench of vodka lingered in the room. Behind the doorway, I saw the two young brunets clinging to each other, tears filled their eyes. I tried to walk over to them, but something had caught my leg before I could take a step. The black vapour was back and it was wrapping itself around my leg.

I tried to shake my leg free of the liquid , but it just stretched up my leg further. It began forming a large hole in the center of the parlour room, where my parents stood. I cried out for them as they were sucked into the large black hole ,but they could not hear me.

Suddenly, I felt the vapour begin to tug me forward into the black hole. In a frenzy, I dug my nails into the wood floors, trying to pull myself from its grasp. But, the vapour was far to strong for me, and pulled me into the hole. I screamed out for help, clutching the side of the hole. In an instant, I felt a hand clutch around my wrist tightly.

"Judai." I heard a light voice whisper. I looked up to see the face of my brother smiling down at me. He clutched tightly onto my wrist, holding me above the black hole. I saw dark tears the colour of blood fill his eyes. One rolled down his face and fell onto my cheek. The tear splattered across my cheek and dripped slowly onto my neck. My brothers happy face soon turned to one of discussed and betrayal. His face scared me. It terrorized me right down to the bone.

"Haou?" I uttered. But, he didn't respond. His face was dark and filled with hatred. His amber eyes set aflame with an evil spirit. I felt his hand loosening its grip on my wrist. "Haou!" I called out to him as he slowly let go of my wrist. I fell into the deep hole, tears quickly filling my eyes.

When I reopened my eyes, I wasn't in the house anymore. I was now sitting up in my own bed in my own trashy room. I could hear a woman screaming for downstairs and object being thrown against the wall it a feverish rage. I sprung out of my bed and raced down the stares to see what all the commotion was about.

The parlour room was littered with bottled of wine, which spilt out onto the old gray carpet. Some bottles were broke and half and covered in blood and others chipped or damaged severely. I heard footsteps beginning making their way towards the room and hid behind the door frame, in fear of who it may be. Out of the room bursted out a large drunk man, who was clutching his hands in anger. I hadn't seen the man before ,but with just one look, I knew he was trouble.

Behind him, Cecile, who was choking over her tears and chasing after the man who was headed towards the door. She grabbed his shoulder before he barged out the door, but he slapped her face and sent her flying into the floor.

"Stop!" I screamed before even thinking. The man quickly turned and flashed a sharp glare at me, which sent chills through my body. I stood my ground, in fear he may harm Cecile even more if I didn't do anything.

"You little shit!" He growled under his breath. Then, began walking angrily in my direction. In a panic, I began stumbling back up the stares. He kept progressing towards me. I turned and bolted up the stairs into my room and locked the door behind me. But, I could still hear the man angrily stomping up the old staircase, almost breaking the stair panels with each step.

"What are you doing?" I heard my brother growl angrily outside the door of my room. The man didn't reply, but instead, I heard a blood curdling scream of pain escape from my brothers lips as he was thrown against the side of the wall.

The door was no match for the man. He broke it down with one swift slam of the elbow. He saw me, hurdled up in a ball in the corner; trembling in fear. He grabbed me by my neck and threw me onto my bed. Then, climbed on top of me and began touching me in the most horrible way possible. He fondled my sensitive areas so gruffly, it sent sharp pains all throughout my body. My legs began to go numb as the man fumbled with my pant's belt. Finally, he unhooked it and angrily pulled it from me. Then, in a quick motion, wrapping them around my wrists so I couldn't move them. Tears filled my eyes as the man began tugging on my zipper and slowly removing my pants. It was the worst feeling I had ever experienced. It sent a burning sensation all throughout my body. It felt dirty and unnatural. I just wanted him to stop. He can beat me all he wants, just stop this torture. Anything but this.

Suddenly, the pain of his harsh fingers stopped. There was no burning sensation in my pants anymore. I couldn't feel his rough body on top of mine. But, instead a warm pair of arms wrapping themselves around my chest.

" Shhh, Judai. It's ok." A soft voice cooed, wiping the hot tears from my eyes." I'm here. I wont let them hurt you."

"J-Johan." I unconsciously uttered. I looked up to see his beautiful face, muzzled into the side of my neck. I could feel his soft lips, separating slightly as he starting nipping lightly at my neck, causing me to let out a muffled moan.

"Uhnn– Johan." I moaned as his hand began to slid down my stomach. But, this feeling was different then the one from before. It didn't feel dirty and uncomfortable. But, it felt almost…good. No, it felt amazing.

Wait, no it doesn't! It can't! This is Johan! It is a guy! He is touching in ways no one else has! How could I possibly be enjoying this. This is wrong and I'm underaged! This has to be a dream. But, why can't I wake up. I want to wake up, don't I? Then again, it feels so goo– What am I saying? No it doesn't! It doesn't feel good! Wake up you idiot! Wake up! Wake up!

I could barely breathe. There was a sharp pain in my chest that left me in a panting panic. Everything was gone in an intent. Johan was gone. He wasn't pleasuring my body anymore, but instead, was sleeping on a large medical bed in the nurses office.

I gripped the armrests of the green chair I was sitting in, realizing that I must have dozed off while waiting for Johan to recover from his unconscious state. I glanced at the clock above the doorway.

"Wow, it's almost three." I whispered under my breath." I never thought I would spend half of my school day in a waiting room, worrying over some guy I had just met a few hours ago." I let out a long sigh and looked back at Johan.

He was so calm when he slept. Though, being unconscious, he looked as if he was in control of everything around him. I wish I was more like him. I was never in control of anything, not even my actions. I never rationalized any of my actions. I just did them.

Suddenly, my thought process was interrupted by a loud ringing sound coming over the intercom. Then, Nurse Emi came into the small room.

"Judai, your mother is here to pick you up." She said nicely.

"M-my mother?" I asked a bit puzzled.

"Yes, she is your mother, is she not?"

"Cecile," I said with a pause," Is not my mother."

"Oh, I am sorry! I had no clue." She said frantically, worried that she had offended me.

"It is fine." I said plainly, picking up my messenger back from the side of my chair then walking towards the door. " Will Johan be alright"?

" Oh, yes! I am sure he will be back and running by the beginning of tomorrow. I already called his parents and they said not to worry, they are on their way to pick him up."

I just nodded and pulled out a small, folded sheet of paper out of my bag and place it on the counter. With that, I walked out of the nurses office and made my way out of the school.

"How was your day at school, Judai?" She asked.

"It was fine, Cecile." I lied, drumming my fingers on the door of the car. I couldn't tell her what really happened today. I was just happy she was sober and not cleaning feverishly. I couldn't break her spirit with any bad news.

Images of the dream ran through my head the rest of the day. Images of my family and how happy they all where. Images of my parents fitting and the fear in our eyes. Images of the vodka covered parlour room and crying Cecile. Images of that man. That horrid, disgusting man. How much pain he caused me in those few seconds.

Images of Johan. How beautiful he was. I can't lie to myself anymore. I was attracted to him. I wanted to be with him even though I only just met him. I could feel it. I could feel he was the one. But, that s stupid, right? I'm not a school girl! I can't be ogling over this guy, even if I was attracted to him. Plus, I had a reputation to keep. I can't just throw myself in a whim after some boy I only just met.

But, no matter how much I scolded myself for think so. I knew it in my gut, he was the one.

Me: I feel so girly writing this chapie. D:

Phredrik: It's ok. It's for the fangirls!

Me: Yup, for the fangirls. Ehehehe

Phredrik: Anyways, drop a review if you please or Ryo will come in your room while you sleep and pour hot acid down your throat!