'A lie. It was all a lie. Fake.'

Ritsuka couldn't stop the tears from falling as his mind repeated over and over again the fact that it was fake. 'Never real, never. No one could ever truly love you.' The voice in his head was not his own though. It was his mother's. No matter how hard he tried they kept falling. He couldn't even see where he was going. Then again he didn't know where he was going either. He just knew he had to get away.

He ran as fast as his short legs would carry him, hoping that they wouldn't follow him. His hopes were short lived as he heard footsteps not too far behind him. And they were gaining.

Roughly wiping his eyes he looked around. He was in a very busy street. 'Maybe I can lose them in the crowd.' And with that though he took off into the masses, dodging people's legs and scrambling under their legs and through their arms.

As he kept going he faintly heard his name being called. 'Leave me alone Soubi. Just leave me alone.' The water works started again. This time he let them fall. His heart felt like something dark inhabited it. Something dark and cold. It grew with every thought, expanding into his throat, suffocating him. 'No more,' he thought. 'Please, God, stop the pain.' He spotted an ally close by.

Taking a sharp right, he ducked into the darkness. Still running he just followed the twists and turns until he came to a dead end. He hid behind an old dumpster for extra measure. The steps got closer and closer. He held his breath, praying to whatever Kami was listening. Then, as quickly as they came, the left, fading in with the noise of the world.

Even after a few minutes, Ritsuka stayed there. The minutes grew into half hours, then into hours, until time itself seemed to just become a blur. Staring at the sky he wondered what he did to deserve this. Even his deepest wrongs didn't deserve this kind of punishment. How could the Gods deem it so? 'Am I cursed? Or was my crime simply being born?'

Pulling his arms up he pulled back their sleeves seeing week old bruises mixing in with the new ones he got just yesterday. He unwrapped the bandage that lay on his left for arm. There, his mother's nails had sunk in before she grabbed a carving knife and cut a gash to cover them up. 'Am I really not worth loving?'

He had never believed that even though his mother had told him that many times. He never did because he had always had someone who had proved that he was important and that they needed him to be there. 'Seimei and then Soubi.' He let out a laugh...it was cenacle...crazed even. 'Is that why Seimei died? Is that why what I had with Soubi was fake?' He laughed again this time though; he didn't stop until his stomach had begun to hurt. Even then, he pushed it until he had tears from the pain.

It was dark when Ritsuka finally got up. Maybe one...two o' clock in the morning. He sighed and turned back the way he came.

But before he even got past the first corner he was stopped.

A man, about thirty-four put a hand on his chest. "What's the rush?" he asked, as his breath washed over his face. It smelled worse then moldy, one year old milk that's was left in the sun. He gagged. "Guys, look who came to join us."

Ritsuka heard three pairs of foot steps before he saw them. Three men turned the corner, looked overly pleased when there eyes took him in. "Gorgeous," one o the men said. Another said, "I call first!"

'First? First what?' Then, as if to answer his question one of the strangers nipped at his ears.

Ritsuka's eyes widened. 'No...they weren't going to...were they?' Some one came up behind and grabbed both his wrists, locking them in place.

Hands...hands were everywhere...touching, caressing,...grabbing. "Stop...STOP IT!" he begged. But they wouldn't. They started to go harder on him, slamming him into the wall or on the floor. "Help! Help me! HEL-"

SMACK!

"Shut the fuck up! Don't make me kill you. Not when we haven't had our fun yet." The men laughed and one of them, the bigger one, grabbed his face in one hand and forcefully kissed him, shoving his tongue into his mouth. The man began to moan, and the one holding his wrists in one hand let his hand travel into his own pants.

Soon he began to moan along with him. Ritsuka kicked at the man behind him, before biting the foreign muscle in his mouth.

He didn't get far before the other two were on him, pinning him face first into the dirt.

"You little piece of shit! Look at what you did!" The bigger man, who was most likely the leader, grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him up. He faced the man on the ground, rolling in pain, holding his dick in his hands. It was bleeding.

Ritsuka began to kick again, more franticly this time.

His face was shoved into the wall. "Soubi," he whispered. "Soubi, where are you?" He cried. "I need you."

This time his face was pulled back and slammed into the brick, breaking his nose and cutting his face up. "Joe, Mike, grab his legs." When he felt a new weight on both of his legs he knew it was to late. There was no chance to escape.

"I'm gonna enjoy this." He heard a zipper being pulled down and a shifting of cloths before he felt something large push against is entrance. He cried, hard. Sobbing, begging, anything and everything, but nothing worked.

Right as it was about to push in he heard, "Stop what your doing now or I promise you, you will die slowly and in more pain then you ever though possible."