HAPPY NEW YEARS BISNACHES! or well for all you celebrating it right now. I'm not sure when the rest of the world celebrates a new year.

Chapter Title: David and Lindsay… Seriously, WTF?

Rating: PG-15/R (chapter/story)

Chapter: 11/?

Warnings: Lindsay and David making out… a lot, a mention of child prostitution, look into Kei's head concerning David

Disclaimer: Gackt owns Moon Child. (So I guess that means he owns Kei too.) Oh damn and I though I might get him in my stocking this year.

Pairings: Lindsay/David

Jaded's fore-words: Sorry for the sudden shift from Kei and Sho to David but I was feeling the time is right to start revealing some things about him. Kei and Sho have most definitely not been forgotten though. Trust me… when I finally get to *ahem* one of my favorite parts of this story (I say one because another of my favorite parts is being typed right now and happens a little bit at the end of this chapter), you guys will love me to death for it. So just be patient for now okie dokie hokie smokie … artichokie? Can you even hokie smokie an artichoke? What would that look like? Would it involve putting the artichoke in and putting the artichoke out of the smoke? …Whoa I got waa~aay off track with that. (IT'S 3 IN THE MORNING WHERE I AM!)

Oh yeah, a word of warning for this chapter (and a couple others coming up… or maybe just the next one. I'm still not sure.). Heavy shit. Heavy pettin' between David and Lindsay. And uh - beaver dam this is hard to say without giving it away…. Heavy uh… well for this chapter see the second warning up there ^ and for the next chapter… Heavy… conversations… about… uh- child abuse and molestation… and stuff.

Kei had been correct in his assumption about what their morning would bring. Sho had been pissed when he came out of his bedroom and saw David sleeping on the couch pressed right up against Lindsay who was between him and the back of the couch. There was much shouting, mostly on Sho's part. The two teens' shirtless state was brought into the argument, even though it was a normal sleeping habit for both of them and nothing was thought of it when they had made themselves comfortable on the couch earlier in the morning. David fought back with logic and accusations towards Sho, one of his points being that Sho wasn't the most celibate man on the planet and therefore had no room to talk because David was damn sure he had done worse when Kei wasn't looking. Kei had to give the kid credit because he knew all about Sho's trysts as a teen and had been more than often privy to the accidental walk-in to find the man with his hand up a girl's shirt or down her pants on the exact couch David and Lindsay had just been sleeping on. Sleeping was so innocent really, in comparison.

Sho responded in a very typically parental way, with the "my house, my rules" retort and the "i'm older, i know what's best" argument easily hidden in a way that wasn't blatantly obvious that it was what he was saying. Kei almost wanted to laugh at how Sho was reacting. He nearly sounded like an angry-worried father dealing with his daughter's first boyfriend. The brewing fight was eventually stopped by Kei when Lindsay had stepped into it on David's side and Sho had become very close to flipping his lid and taking it out on David's blonde boyfriend.

Kei stepped in, Sho stomped to his room and came back moments later, dressed with an unlit cigarette between his lips. He slammed the front door behind him as he left and the car was heard peeling off down the street. Silent moments passed as David stood quivering alone in the middle of the room with Lindsay standing anxiously an arm's length away and Kei cautiously watching from where he was leaning against the wall part of the partition his bed was on the other side of.

David's eyes were closed and his head was angled down as he took deep, shaky breaths and gripped his loose pajama pants in sweaty fists. His whole body quaked from his anger and his fear. He absolutely abhorred arguments and fights, and he knew they were bound to happen but he would still rather just avoid them at all costs.

Kei watched as Lindsay reached out, his fingertips pressing lightly against David's elbow, as he whispered the shorter teen's name. David flinched, unexpected was the contact and sudden break in the silence. His eyes opened in surprise and he turned toward Lindsay before taking the one step needed to wrap his arms around his blonde boyfriend and press his forehead against his warm chest. Lindsay returned the embrace, pressing his face into David's hair. He didn't need to say anything. He'd known David long enough to know when he just needed the reassurance and comfort physical contact gave to him.

He wasn't surprised either, when he was sent away - David suggesting he go hang out with Gabe and Max - barely five minutes later. Kei was though. He may not like some things about Lindsay or his relationship with David (including their age difference and his general attitude and how possessively he reacted in matters concerning David) but he could recognize that he helped David a lot. And he could respect at least that much.

So he didn't get why David wanted him gone.

And here they were, just him and David, sitting at the table in the kitchen with mugs of warm tea - Kei's filled with a traditional strong green tea and David's with rooibos red tea - almost an hour later. David was huddled over the porcelain mug clasped in both of his hands, staring into the uniform color of its contents. Kei was holding his mug with one hand, studying David. He sipped his hot tea, only drinking it for something to do and because he actually enjoyed the taste of traditional green tea - one of the few foodstuffs items he found enjoyable since conversion to vampirism. David sighed between pursed lips, causing ripples in his tea.

"What is it that you keep hiding?" Kei asked quietly. David jerked from his trance, lifting his head to look Kei in the eye, his gaze still partially glazed over. It took a minute for the question to register but when it did he averted his eyes and swallowed nervously, opting to sip at his tea instead of answer.

"David," Kei said warningly, letting the teen know he was expecting an answer.

"I know, okay. I get it," David snapped and sighed. He glanced at Kei and continued with a more mellow tone. "I was just… thinking."

"About what, exactly?" Kei inquired and David used one hot palm to rest his forehead in, elbow propped on the table.

"What to tell you," David answered simply.

"The truth would be nice."

David scoffed to himself.

"Yeah, the truth… Ain't it a bitch," he said and sipped his tea. "What I meant when I said that was more how I should tell you what I don't want to say. I could tell you part of the truth, and even that would be hard, but it would also just leave you with more unanswered questions. I could just avoid it, but you'd get angry. I could tell you, but… gods, I just don't want to deal with it right now. … The argument last night, the fight barely an hour ago and then this… interrogation. Just… fucking hell, fuck it all."

David sighed and busied himself with drinking his tea. Kei sipped his, still watching carefully. His brows furrowed in concern as he waited for David to say something else.

"Is what you're hiding that horrible? You can't tell me anything?" Kei questioned softly when David didn't speak.

"You have no idea."

"Was it illegal?"

"Most definitely. …I think. Or it was just immoral. I've never actually read any law. I just follow the signs on the streets. And my own sense of skewed morals and judgment. I mean, I am dating an adult and I'm a minor, I think. Isn't that statutory rape even though it's not actually rape?"

"You're getting off subject."

"…Sorry. My mind works too quickly for me to comprehend sometimes and it just kinda spews out of my mouth. I have a horrible verbal filter too. And sometimes my mouth just moves and says things without being connected to my brain at all. It's pretty horrible actually."

"I think you're just trying to change the subject now."

"I am, somewhat."

Kei sighed, running his fingers through his hair and setting down his mug.

"Do you always have to be difficult?" He asked tiredly.

"Yeah… Sorry, it's a defense mechanism. I'm always difficult, even when I don't want to be. Lindsay says I'm a giant test because of it," David rambled off and then chuckled and dropped his head onto the table with a bang. "I exhaust myself too."

Kei smiled and snorted a little, amused. David sighed and shivered briefly.

"You're off the hook for now, I guess," Kei stated and David raised his head. "We'll talk about this later."

"Okay… Uhm," David muttered hesitantly and stood up, his chair skidding on the tile. "I'm going to uh, go- yeah…"

And with that he grabbed his tea and left the kitchen. His bedroom door shut barely a moment later.

Kei groaned and brushed his hair back, wondering - worrying - about the teen a wall away.

Ironically enough, it was that moment that Sho decided to reappear, stepping quietly into the living room with a blank expression of confusion that accurately conveyed the state of his mind. Blank and feeling confused. Hands in his pockets he strode right across the living room and into the kitchen, startled to find Kei there.

"Can we talk?" Sho questioned almost timidly and Kei took one look at him before flat out refusing on a gust of air.

"Why?"

"Because I've had a very long morning and I'd like it if you didn't bug me right now."

"Kei-!"

"What's the weather like?"

"…Cloudy…"

Kei sat for a moment longer. Then he swiftly rose to his feet, abandoning his mug, and flew from the kitchen. Sho watched the flurry of his red jacket as Kei swung it on while jerking the door open and stepping out into the day. The door was swept shut behind him and with it's final click he nearly screamed and kicked the wall.

The next couple of days passed tensely without incident. Kei was avoiding Sho, Sho was seething to himself because of Kei, and David spent most of his time out of the apartment with his friends… and Lindsay.

Sho very much disliked Lindsay. Kei noticed, David noticed, Lindsay obviously noticed. Kei knew Sho was barely tolerating the pale-blonde's presence. And after the first night, Sho was much more watchful of the teens' activities. He personally closed David's door when the short, multicolor-haired teen went to sleep to ensure that David really was asleep. He watched Lindsay like a hawk watches prey. He barely let the two touch at all in any form. And he made sure Lindsay knew he was not - absolutely not allowed in David's room.

Kei remembered on the morning of the third day since Lindsay was introduced to them he was coming out of the bathroom after showering right before Sho walked into the living room from outside to find David and Lindsay heatedly making out on the couch. Lindsay had been hovering over David with one hand up his shirt and one leg between David's. And David's hand's had been all over Lindsay, one hand running through his hair and gripping his shoulder and neck while the other grabbed at belt-loops and Lindsay's shirt, close to sneaking into the blonde's back pocket too.

They were interrupted by Sho, who walked in, paused, glared, and cleared his throat obnoxiously loud. The couple on the couch startled and turned to him but all he did was give Lindsay a pointed, dark look. With groans of annoyance from both of them, David and Lindsay had separated and gone back to the video game they'd abandoned in favor of one another, their legs brushing occasionally as they sat on the couch.

Kei could see their frustration clearly. Lindsay's was a calm sort-of irked frustration, the kind that had Kei thinking of a fly casually buzzing around a room. The one where you're too comfortable to move to do something about it and really it's fine because the worst it does is make the irksome noise and that can be ignored. David's frustration was a boiling kind, full of stony looks at inanimate objects, complete shut-downs, and a lot of violent, angry mental plotting. David's frustration was easily ignored by the owner of said emotion but Kei could see each little thing Sho did to crowbar the two apart was raising the temperature of his rage thermometer.

And Kei knew that if David didn't get what he wanted, he'd do something inadvisable. Or he would ignore it all and slowly withdraw from Sho, and maybe Kei. Even though Kei didn't do much for either side of the passive aggressive battle. He had to agree with Sho's dislike of Lindsay, as he himself didn't like the other blonde, but he saw how David reacted to him and could respect their relationship. David had put a large amount of trust in Lindsay, Kei could see that, and while he knew David to be just generally very trusting he could also tell this was different. The more he watched their interactions the more he realized that even though Lindsay was possessive of David, and extremely protective, it was only because David allowed it.

When he first realized this he recalled the first night when they'd met Lindsay. He remembered how Lindsay had been at David's back, not in front and shielding but behind and supporting. He remembered how once David had reassured him that he was fine with the situation Lindsay had withdrawn and stood there, ready but not actively getting involved.

Kei could respect that. He could tolerate it. But that didn't mean he wasn't with Sho when he barred Lindsay from David's room. And he most definitely approved of Sho breaking the two apart when they'd been kissing intensely on the couch. He didn't want to see Lindsay's paws all over David as much as Sho didn't.

But Kei also knew it would happen eventually and had happened before, when David was still out on the streets with his friends. In fact, the two had probably had sex. Many times. Kei wasn't too enthused by that thought. He was somewhat conflicted, wanting to take Sho's side and never let it happen - again - but he was also logical and had raised Sho previously and knew that it would inevitably occur and they couldn't really do anything to stop it. That's why he hadn't taken a side yet.

And so four tense days had passed without any dramatic or apocalyptic occurrences taking place until David had gone to sleep early (as he was prone to sleeping whenever he felt like it) after a hushed conversation with Lindsay. It was about three in the morning when it happened - an hour and forty-five minutes after Kei had fallen asleep, three hours after Sho had gone to bed, who had done so a half hour after Lindsay had fallen asleep, and six hours since David had slipped into dreamland - and Kei was the first to wake.

The first thing he'd recognized was the typical sound of someone thrashing about and immediately pinpointed it as coming from David's room. In the next couple seconds he was at the door, swinging it open as quick as possible. Then he'd heard the shouting as his gaze landed on David. He was kicking, his legs twisted in his comforter, and his arms jerked about. A deep frown was displayed on David's sweaty face as he mumbled and shouted.

Kei immediately ran to the bed and sat down, reaching for David's arms to hold them so he could calm the teen and try to wake him. It was then that Kei was able understand what was spewing from David's mouth.

"…no… please… don't …just leave me alone! …please… I hate you! Stop!" David muttered and whimpered and yelled and suddenly Sho was there trying to help Kei.

"What's going on?" Sho asked, even though the answer was obvious, as he caught hold of one of David arms and held it out of the way while his other hand gripped the teen's trembling shoulder. He shook it gently and called David's name in an attempt to pull him from his nightmare. David's breath caught, and for a second they thought he would wake.

He didn't. He only began breathing heavily as though he were panicking, the volume of his voice getting louder.

Without warning Sho was pushed away and Kei was shoved to the side, Lindsay appearing like a superhero with concern written all over his countenance.

Sho was too stunned to react to Lindsay breaking his one stated rule of the blonde never entering David's room. He watched dumbfounded as Lindsay slid easily onto the bed and started stroking David's skin everywhere. His fingertips ran lightly up and down David's heaving sides and around his shoulders, one of his palms running up and down David's chest with concentration. He softly carded his fingers through black and pink and white and purple and blue hair. The whole time he leaned down and whispered gentle words aimed at David.

Sho glanced at Kei and found him just as shocked as he was about the odd display.

But neither protested as whatever it was Lindsay was doing seemed to be working. David's cries died down to quiet whimpers, his breathing slowed and evened out, his thrashing stopped entirely, and he relaxed like a person sleeping should.

"The absolute worst thing you can do when he's having a nightmare is restrain him," Lindsay raised his voice so Sho and Kei could hear, his statement directed at them and dripping a little venom. Since David had mostly calmed he was now rubbing circles with his thumbs up and down David's arms, from shoulder to wrist and back.

David's eyelids fluttered and he gasped as his head jerked and suddenly his eyes were open. His confused, frightened gaze immediately landed on Lindsay and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I hate nightmares," he whispered, his voice thick and rough. Lindsay's lips quirked into an attempted smile and then David noticed the two other occupants in his room.

He stared at them a long, awkward moment then huffed and pushed himself up into a sitting position, running his fingers through his hair out of habit. Kei shared a wondering glance with Sho.

"So…" David murmured and looked up at the two.

"Go back to sleep," Kei ordered, appearing a bit cautious, and nudged Sho towards the door. "Tomorrow for sure, David," he said over his shoulder, throwing the teen a pointed look before he closed the door.

"Why'd we leave him in there?" Sho asked with a glare at the door. Kei huffed.

"Because he's David's boyfriend and we can't keep them from doing whatever they want to do. Not to mention he seems to make David feel better, especially in situations like this," Kei explained, giving Sho an exasperated glance. Sho scowled. "I don't like him either but I'm at least giving him a chance. You might try it, Sho."

And Kei turned, striding away to his not-room to go back to bed. Sho clenched his teeth in anger and turned to his own room, slamming his door behind him.

David barely slept for the rest of the night, which was fine by him since he'd gotten roughly six hours of sleep. So it was all good. Most of the morning was actually spent talking quietly with Lindsay about what Kei mentioned. David knew he was going to have to tell them sooner rather than later. He just would prefer if it was later, much later. Lindsay told him he'd have to do it anyway so he might as well just get it over with. David punched his leg and accused him of using his own logic against him. Lindsay didn't deny it.

David sighed and said if he had to do it he'd prefer to do it alone. Lindsay protested, wanting to be there in case he had a panic attack or something equally as horrible. David flat out refused Lindsay's supportive presence, arguing that he'd feel like he had an audience and he was telling some big, important story around a campfire or something equally as cheesy. Lindsay pointed out the fact that he was telling a big, important story. David punched him again, making sure he would bruise. Lindsay just pinned him down and kissed him.

Afterward they laid silently together, just relaxing. Lindsay had inevitably fallen asleep and David was fine with that. He just snuggled up to his lover and closed his eyes, doing what he often did when he was anxious as he began playing out the many different ways he would or could tell Kei and Sho what he had to tell them. He replayed things over and over like a story book recording with pictures. It was making him feel better about telling them, having a starting point. Starting was always the hardest part and playing everything in his head was helping him prepare.

Soon his mind melted away into a foggy trance, caught somewhere between waking and dreaming, where all his thoughts were subconscious and floating, gone before he could remember them. He loved falling into this state. It was relaxing and meditative. It was a time where his brain could just sort through everything stored up in the small places of his head, discarding unimportant items and keeping treasures hidden away where they were meant to be. Everything was like a waking dream in this place.

It was all dispelled after what felt like no time at all by movement in the kitchen pulling him from the fog and forcing his weary eyes open. Lindsay shifted behind him, pressing up against his back, an arm falling around his waist. David sighed contentedly, enjoying the peace of his seclusion, hearing the lazy goings ons outside his room and feeling warm and safe and comfortable in his bed.

Peace was slowly going to fade away though as David felt Lindsay waking, the smell of his pheromones shifting slightly, reaching David's nose and changing his scent slightly. Lindsay's arm around him tightened as the blonde attempted to curl up behind him, pressing his face into David's neck. Puffs of cooled air breezed over the nape of his neck and then Lindsay relaxed somewhat. A groan later he was yawning and shifting again, this time up onto his elbow. David turned his head a little to face him.

Lindsay blinked owlishly at him a couple times, his green eyes bleary and unfocused. Then he groaned again, annoyed at being awake, and dropped back onto the bed, hiding against David again. David snorted. He hated waking up more than the average person and he found it extremely amusing that he was awake while Lindsay was the one who wanted to go back to sleep. Usually Lindsay had to haul him into the realm of the waking and out of bed.

David smirked evilly to himself.

"C'mon sleepyhead," he whispered in a honeyed tone, pulling away from Lindsay and shifting into a kneeling position, facing his blonde boyfriend.

"That's enough, wake up! That's enough, wake up! That's enough, wake up!" He began chanting as he jumped up and down on the bed. He reached out and put his hands on Lindsay's sides and shook him violently too, just for good measure.

Lindsay's arm shot out and he yanked the little annoyance down onto the bed. David landed with an oof facedown in the mattress. Lindsay grinned evilly and annoyingly draped himself over David's back. David wiggled around experimentally, wondering if he'd be able to move at all. He couldn't.

"Get up you big oaf," he ordered, his voice muffled in the mattress.

"I'm comfortable," Lindsay protested, drawing out 'comfortable.' Then he thought of something horribly horrendous and reached down to David's thigh with his hand. David jerked and tried to squirm away.

"Don't you dare do it, you bastard!" He threatened.

But Lindsay did dare. His hand slipped around to the front of David's thigh and he squeezed tightly. The reaction was sudden in David and Lindsay grinned like the Cheshire cat if he stole the Hatter's hat.

David yelped and kicked his legs furiously. Mad giggles bubbled up from his throat and spewed forth uncontrollably and Lindsay repeatedly squeezed up and down David's thigh to keep them going. David wiggled around and tried with everything he had to throw Lindsay off.

"You bastard!" He squealed at Lindsay, his breathing harsh and full of giggles. "Stop! Stop! Ah! I can't- BREATHE!"

Lindsay stopped and David sucked in air like a drowned man and after five breaths Lindsay squeezed teasingly again. David kicked back, his heel colliding with Lindsay's ribs. Lindsay huffed and sat up, letting David do the same. David glared at him and pounced, punching him repeated on the arm in the exact same spot. Lindsay just laughed at it all.

"I hope that's sore for days," David muttered and stood up from the bed, going to his dresser to get dressed.

"I'm sure it will be," Lindsay assured him with a grin.

"You know," David said turning around with a t-shirt in his hands. He was frowning comically. "I just realized you don't have any clothes. You're been stealing all my shirts."

"Yeah and?"

David balled up the shirt in his hand and chucked it at Lindsay. It flew by his head and caught on his shoulder, hanging goofily there.

"Nice," Lindsay commented with a bob of his head. David glared.

"I was aiming for your face."

"You missed."

"Just put it on, jackass," David stated, turning back to the open drawer to get another t-shirt from it. It was black and covered in glitter. Silver words on the front said "I'm So Vamp, I Sparkle." David pulled it on while using his foot to sweep open the bottom drawer and, using his toes, he grabbed a black pair of comfortably loose jeans. They were handed off to his hands and then pulled on. A brush was swept up next and drawn through his hair a couple times before being dropped back on top of the dresser.

He turned around to find a bare torso inches away. He looked it over for his own viewing pleasure before stepping back and leaning against the dresser.

"Didn't I tell you to put the shirt on?" David drawled, leaning his elbows back on top of the dresser. "You weren't supposed to tuck it into your pocket."

"You don't seem to mind," Lindsay muttered, moving closer.

"I never said I did," David grumbled and glared at the blonde briefly. He looked toward the door then and made to step in that direction but an arm shot up, barring his way. Fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his neck and a warm palm was pressed to the side of his neck.

"David," Lindsay whispered in a way that had David's head snapping around to look at him, a defiant gleam in his eyes.

Lindsay's grip tightened in his hair and lips descended onto David's. David surged up to meet him, opening his mouth to be willingly taken advantage of. His palms slid up Lindsay's chest, one arm going around the blonde's neck while his free hand grabbed his upper arm. Lindsay's free hand slipped up the back of David's shirt and used that to pull their bodies flush. David gasped softly and Lindsay's breath ghosted over his wet, bottom lip before he pressed their lips together again, sucking on it.

Then his lips were moving, sliding over David's jaw and latching onto the sweet skin fluttering over his pulse.

"They'll be checking on us soon," David reminded him and Lindsay sucked hard causing David's knees to buckle as he moaned quietly. "Seriously. They don't like you and-"

Lindsay's fangs pressed teasingly into David's neck.

"And this is not the time to be doing this," David growled and dug his fingernails into Lindsay's arm. Lindsay released his neck with a sigh and instead moved to David's ear. Without warning, he scraped his teeth over the edge of the shorter male's vulnerable ear and purposely sent a hot breath right into the center, knowing exactly how to create certain reactions.

David inhaled sharply and shivered, melting against Lindsay as that one breath sent heat racing through his veins.

"Fuck," he breathed and Lindsay smirked, pressing his lips to David's cheek. David smacked the back of his head and he chuckled. "Your a dick, I hope you know that."

Lindsay pulled back, mouth open for some apparently witty comeback or something, but David interrupted him before he could make a noise.

"Just shut up and put your shirt on," he ordered. "Then you're going to leave this room with me, not pick a fight with Sho about the hickey on my neck, eat, and leave. While your gone I expect you to buy clothes for yourself."

"I thought you didn't mind sharing your clothes," Lindsay mocked him and David scowled.

"I normally don't. But you always seem to steal all my favorites and then rip, stain, or lose them."

Then David gave him a playful shove back and took a deep breath while Lindsay slipped the shirt over his head. He grabbed his wallet from the dresser and tossed it to the blonde who caught it and raise an eyebrow at it.

"I'm assuming you're low on cash at the moment," David explained and Lindsay shrugged in a way that told David he had no idea.

"Hey," he said and David looked him in the eye. "You'll be fine. Okay?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Good."

Then Lindsay kissed him again, pocketed his wallet, and flung open the door without a care at all. David followed him out, swiping up a pack of cigarettes and closing his door behind him. Together they entered the kitchen, where Kei was smoking calmly, glancing at them as they entered, and Sho was drinking a coffee with an unlit cigarette nearby. He glanced up and David could feel his eyes lock onto the brilliantly red mark on his neck. His eyes narrowed but he said not a word, just lifting his coffee and taking a drink from it. The sun coming in the window above the sink was an afternoon gold and Lindsay stared out if for a second before leaning down to whisper in David's ear.

"I think I'll just go right now. I think that if I were to stay, even just to eat, Sho and I might actually get physical," he said, somewhat amused at how the older man was reacting to the love-bite on David's neck.

David's quiet hum was the only acknowledgement Lindsay got. Then as he turned to leave, David caught his arm and used it to pull him down for a quick touch of their lips. Lindsay nodded once and left the kitchen, heading for the front door. David went to the fridge and grabbed a yogurt shake and sat down across and in-between Kei and Sho staring down his yogurt. They both watched him closely. Kei's gaze on his face, waiting as he smoked. Sho's gaze darting from his neck to his face and back. David rubbed a hand over the hickey, wishing Sho would stop staring at it. It made his neck tingle creepily.

"So…" David said and sat up, shook his yogurt, opened it, took a drink, and set it on the table with a slouch in his spine.

"What are you not telling us?" Sho questioned quietly, fixing his gaze on David's face. He wondered to himself for a second about why David's unknown secrets bothered him so much and provided himself with the answer a second later. When David didn't fill them in, he felt lied to.

Kei crushed out his cigarette in the ashtray that had been set in the middle of the table. And like that, a sort of smothering tenseness filled the room and each heavy breath felt like breathing in something sticky.

"My past," David said, answering Sho's question accompanied by a second where their eyes met. He took another drink and reached into his pocket, grabbing the cigarettes he'd grabbed before leaving his room. He set them on the table and stared at them for a minute.

"Everyone's got something they're not to proud of in their past," Kei said gently in a way that David knew he wasn't trying to mock him.

"People like that had a choice. That's why they're not proud of it," David murmured and finally removed a cigarette from the pack in front of him. He placed it between his lips and grabbed Kei's zippo, using it to light his cigarette. He placed it back on the table exactly how and where it'd been, Kei noticed absently.

"You didn't have a choice?" Sho was the one asking again and David scoffed to himself.

"I was kidnapped when I was about three - vampirically. So no, I didn't have a choice. I used to dream of my parents coming and saving me but then I met Gabe and she told me they committed suicide shortly after I was gone," David explained, examining his cigarette after a long drag at the end of his sentence. Kei frowned at what David said about his parents and stored it in the back of his mind since it made an odd feeling swirl around in his stomach.

"Save you from what?" He asked. David looked up at him and his gaze seemed to have said that he was waiting for that exact moment when something like that would be asked. His eyes locked onto Kei's and he swallowed.

"From being locked in a brothel full of vampire-child sex-slaves run by the gang world," David stated, his expression twisted and appearing as though he'd just been forced to swallow something horribly slimy and disgusting.

Jaded's after-words: so ugh… I wonder every day I write why I like to put my (favorite) characters through horrible shit. My gay friend Tommy says it's because it helps give them character and better character development. *shrugs* It makes sense.

Anywho, moving on to me complaining about getting about fifteen new hits on each chapter but only reviews from my two faithful reader/reviewers, Soubi and Satchi, you know who you are hunny-bunnies! (wtf is with my horrible rhymes in this?) Sometimes I wonder if the reason for the hit number going up is because Satchi or Soubi - or both, could be both - keep rereading them or something… But then I realize that the chapters to this generally suck a bit hardcore and why would they want to reread this crap 7/8 times. Besides… if I believed that I'd feel pompous. I dislike feeling pompous. I enjoy feeling devious though, and that happens when people review. So DO EEEET GUYSES. - not directed at my faithful (and awesomesauce) reviewers Satchi and Soubi. Did you two notice how I epically italicized AND bolded your names? (They were underlined too but is being retarded right now.) That was me expressing gratitude. :) Feel the gratefulness seeping through your pores and making you glow like a fifty foot Christmas tree in the middle of completely jealous forest of short, stumpy trees without a lot of branches. Not implying anything with that. I just make up strange analogies. This one just happens to involve trees.

I am so off topic.

R&R PEOPLE. (and no i did not mean rest and relax after reading that looo~ooonng chapter.)

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