So many scars can be caused by someone you used to know and potential love. Take Hamlet and his Uncle Claudius for example from the play "Hamlet." Hamlet's uncle, a man Hamlet most likely trusted, kills his own brother to steal the crown of Denmark and marries Hamlet's mother, Gertrude. Hamlet becomes miserable and brooding, wearing black and seeing little happiness in the world. Of course Hamlet then goes insane over the course of the play after finding all this out and nearly every character died in the end, through betrayal or hate. Needless to say, it was a wonderful play.

Day Two

He had always liked roses. For him them held a sense of beauty and grace. Much like his father Mateus. The man carried himself with a sense of grace and dignity, albeit with an air of arrogance around him. Firion guess that being the advisor to the mayor of the town would do that to a man. But of course with every rose came it thornsMateus had plenty of thorns.

"Good morning Firion." Mateus said coolly to his son as he entered the kitchen. He sipped his coffee slowly and looked up from the newspaper he held between his hands to his son. When he attempted to make eye contact with Firion the boy looked away, hurrying over to one of the cabinets to grab a bowl and some cereal. "I said good morning Firion." Mateus said, frowning. He watched his son clench up, arms at the side and his head bent. After a few quiet moments Firion managed a quiet "good morning" before pouring himself a bowl of cereal. Mateus returned to reading his paper as Firion sat down at the table and began to eat. "So, how was your first day on Junior year. I didn't get a chance to talk to you yesterday."

"It was fine father." Firion said quietly, eyes focused on his cereal bowl.

"Fine was it?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, I'm glad to hear my son's first day to school was fine." Mateus folded the newspaper and placed it on the table before staring at Firion. "So where did you get the bruises?" Mateus asked, a small sad smile creeping up on his face. He watched as Firion cringed when he gently lifted up his son's sleeve to examine fresh bruises. "Did you get in a fight Firion, that's not like you." Firion shook his head no and bite his lower lip. Mateus frowned. Firion wasn't making eye contact. He knew he hated it when he didn't make eye contact with him. Mateus hardly felt the contact to his hand as he slapped Firion across the face. "Look at me when I talk to you, Firion. God you are such a let down." Firion brought his eyes to Mateus's, his bottom lip quivering. He quickly averted his eyes from his fathers and Mateus sighed. "You are such a let down Firion. I always had such high hopes for you. I guess I just wasted my time."

"I'm sorry." Firion said slowly, tears pricking at his eyes. Mateus stood up quickly and Firion cringed as his father walked by. It was always like this. Always.

"Your sorry Firion? Really, you are?" Mateus screamed. Mateus took a deep breath, his voice eerily calm. "I guess I could expect no less from you. You did come from that slut of a wife of mine." Firion cringed again as his father mentioned his mother. "Just get your ass in the car." Mateus ordered. Firion quickly left the house and walked, no ran, to the car, quickly putting his seatbelt on and fixing out any wrinkles in his outfit before checking out his face in the mirror. A deep red hand mark marred his face. God how was he going to explain this to the others let alone Kain- Firion forgot how to breath a moment at the thought of Kain and had to gasp for air as his father sat in the car. His father gave him an odd look.

"I-It's nothing dad." Firion mumbled quietly. Mateus smacked his across the back of his head, Firion's head hitting the door window.

"Speak clearly Firion, god I can't hear you when you mumble. You know I hate it when you do that." Mateus said calmly, starting the car. Firion nodded, trying to get the ringing out of his head. "Now Firion, I expect you to come straight home tonight. I have to work late in the office and I want you home when I get back."

"Yes father." Firion said quietly. When his father didn't say anything else, he slowly calmed down. "Don't say anything wrong, don't do anything wrong." Firion thought quietly, closing his eyes. "Don't upset him, he's stressed lately. That's why he's been acting like this. Election coming up, he's got a lot of stress." The words flashed brightly in the back of his mind, freeing his father from any potential blame for all the hitting and beatings. He was just stressed. He would never act like this normally. Firion opened his eyes when the car came to a halt in front of his school.

"Firion."

"Yes Dad?"

"Have a nice day at school."

"I will."

"I love you Firion." Firion glanced over to his father, who in turn looked away. Mateus said it. Firion believed him. More then anything he believed those four little words. "Go make me a proud father Firion. Get all those A's. Show them that your not some worthless kid."

"I'll try."

"Don't try. Do it." With that being said, and Firion having nothing to say to his father, Firion got out of the car and slowly walked to the school, careful to check for any visible bruises. He made his way to the front door, opening it and nearly running into a blonde haired women.

"Oh! Firion, it's you." Cosmos said quietly, smiling.

"Hi Miss Cosmos." Firion said slowly, adverting her gaze away from her and quietly stepping around her. She frowned and followed him slowly.

"Is something wrong Firion? You seem somewhat down."

"I'm fine Miss Cosmos."

"Firion-" Cosmos was interrupted as Kain dashed by, grabbing Firion's hand, who in turn blushed.

"Hi Firion!" Kain said happily, a broad smile across his face. He turned to face Cosmos. "Hiya Cosmos, a nice day isn't it." Both Firion and Cosmos were silent, staring at Kain as if he were some kind of mutant. Happy Kain was…scary to be frank.

"H-Hello Kain." Cosmos started, trying to gain back her cool. Kain wasn't one for being happy or even smiling. In any encounter she had had with the youth he kept a cold demeanor, not taking unless needing to and even then, trying to strike up a conversation with his was like talking to a brick wall. You could talk as long as you want but you won't get a response.

"Come on Firion." Kain said pulling Firion away from Cosmos. Firion went without any real resistance, enjoying Kain's touch. Kain's smile faded and he sighed, the façade ended, and pulled Firion into the boy's bathroom. "Let me see." He said, locking the bathroom door and pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and lighting one up. Firion hesitated a moment and Kain's face softened. "Firion, you know me. I'm not going to hurt you." Firion nodded and slowly started to unbutton his shirt after removing the uniforms jacket. Firion wasn't quite sure when it had all started, his general attraction to Kain, but he didn't really care. It was nice to have someone care for him when so little people did. It had become a ritual for the both of them really over the last three years. Whenever Firion's father beat him he would find a way to go see Kain and Kain in turn would over support and a shoulder to cry on. Firion felt it was only natural that he developed feelings for the his blonde haired savior. Kain kept him sane. Kept him going. Firion slipped off his shirt and watched as Kain's eyes scanned all over the bruises on his body and Firion blushed, covering his chest. "Don't hide them from me, Firion. Please." There was a pleading tone in his voice and Firion moved his arms away. Kain approached him. "Do they hurt."

"A little." Firion confessed. He bite his lip and averted his eyes away from Kain. The sexual tension alone between the both of them was intense, let alone with the already tense situation they shared. Kain kissed his neck gently, lovingly.

"Can I help." He asked quietly. Firion nodded and felt a cool sensation attack his body as can gently, ever so gently, pressed his hand against Firion's side. If anyone where to barge in on them at that moment, it would appear that they were lovers, Kain kissing Firion and touching his waist in a loving way. In reality this was Kain's way of saying he was sorry. Sorry he couldn't stop Firion's abuse. Sorry he could do little to help. Sorry for the fight they had gotten into over the summer. Oh god the fight horrible. Firion shuddered as he remembered the way Kain had just left him alone. Mostly it was a way to say sorry for not returning his affection back to Firion. Kain just didn't feel the say way about him as he did Cecil. And Firion knew that. Kain kept running his hands up and down Firion's bruising, placing his left hand on Firion's other hip and doing the same as the right, first an icy cool sensation and then a nice warm one. Firion quivered under his light touch when he put his hands on his chest to continue healing the bruises. He couldn't actually heal them, or make them go away much to his frustration, but he could at least make them stop hurting for a while. "I'm sorry Firion." Kain whispered quietly against Firion's throat, causing Firion to quiver for an entirely different reason. Hands brushed against Firion's face and Kain gently held Firion's chin up so he could look at him. Firion's eyes darted around the room, avoiding eye contact. "Firion, look at me. Please." Firion did. Kain lightly pressed his lips against Firion's, muttering another sorry, and pulled the youth closer.

"Kain." Firion's voice was hardly above a whisper.

"Yea?"

"I love you."

"I know." Kain said. A small silence enveloped the both of them, each enjoying the touch and feel of each other and hating it at the same time. "I'm sorry Firion. I really am."

"I know."

Kain had invited him to lunch with him and Cecil. Reluctant at first, Firion refused but eventually gave in. Now he sat with Kain and Cecil outside, eating his lunch and trying not to glare down the silver haired boy how had captured the heart of his Kain. "I need to stop referring to Kain as mine." Firion thought sadly. "He'll always be Cecil's, even if Cecil doesn't want him." Firion had to wonder why he put himself in this position and chance he got. It hurt to watch Kain try and flirt with Cecil, the later completely oblivious to his feelings. It hurt to watch the soft caresses and hugs, to watch his savior throw himself at Cecil only to be rejected completely. Yet, even though it hurt to watch, it still felt good to be near Kain. His savior.

Such an oddity it is, that people can be brought together by something as ugly as war, pain, or suffering. But again, the persons in question doesn't matter, just the connection between the them. I remember how love can be formed from such emotions of pain or misery. I should know, I watched my brother find love with a girl named Garnet, and several others a few years before the events of this plays. From the ashes of fire a Phoenix rises, ever circling around and renewing everything, bringing with love.

Firion, trapped in several ways.

Authors Notes: BWAHAHAHA *Reference to FF IX* I am having fun writing this. Anyway, yes I made Firion, Mateus's son, And I made it an abusive relationship. What can I say, Mateus is evil and controlling. I wanted to show more of a emotionally abusive side then a physical one, with Mateus setting goals to high and constantly belittling his son over small things. He is the town's Mayor Advisor and wants to be Mayor. I had to show his power hungry ways somehow. *Shrugs* As for the hole Firion/Kain thing. I adore this couple. I do. Cecil is unfortunately canonly straight and married to Rosa (dating her in my story) and thus will NEVER like Kain past a friendship based relationship. So I had to pair Kain with someone and Firion needed a friend. There is a somewhat sexual relationship between the two but it's hesitant because Kain know's that he only has sexual feelings for Firion (Being cockblocked by Rosa will do that to you) and that Firion has actual romantic feelings for him. Hence Kain saying "I'm sorry" like fifteen times. I plan on making them a thing…or maybe not. I enjoy torturing characters. OMG Guess who's "narrating" this whole story to. It's not a Cid BTW

I am sorry if these characters are being OOC