ME: "What were you two arguing about the other day?"

Z: "What day? The day we argue about condoms and bananas, or-"

ME: "No! No! The day you claimed to be an ice cream sandwich."

TAIKI: "Oh, when I said I was Harry Potter because I live under the stairs?"

DAD: "Well, take Z's room then. If he's an ice cream sandwich, we just have to put him out in the sun to get rid of him."

-Breakfast with the men of my family.

I kinda like starting out each chapter with a laugh. If my family is being uninteresting, I'll insert a Sokka quote from Avatar.

SOKKA: "Oh, no! I knew it was only a matter of time! APPA ATE MOMO!"

ZUKO: "Get out of the bison's mouth, Sokka!"

I know I can't take one more step towards you,

Cause all that's waiting is regret.

Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?

Lost the love I loved the most.

I learned to live half-alive,

Now you want me one more time.

'Don't think about it. Focus on the task at hand. Whatever you do, don't think about it.'

Kayashima repeated the same nauseating mantra in his head during his first three classes. His first two were mandatory classes for all students in his grade, so he was able to feel at least partially secure with Nakao sitting besides him and Sekime right behind.

But his third class was Japanese History, which none of his friends had decided to take. Kayashima had walked with his friends to World History, earning a confused glance from Nakao, who seemed to be the only one who always noticed him. He had then dashed to his own class, making it in right before the bell rang. He dropped into his usual seat, in the front of the room, without looking up to see if Ryoto was in this class as well.

He knew Ryoto was there. He could feel his dark, heartless eyes on his back. He could feel it as strongly as if Ryoto had wrapped his cold, unforgiving hands around his throat.

'Just don't think about it.'

Kayashima tapped his pencil against the desk in sync to the pounding beat in his head. He figured his headache was probably more do to his low alcohol tolerance than Ryoto's presence, but he still worried about his physical reaction to his old classmate's arrival.

He bent over, taking notes without really taking in what he was writing. During all of his classes, he had continued to automatically take his regular notes, despite the fact he wasn't hearing a word the teachers were saying. His mind was focused on the bell, ready to jump up and run the second it began to ring.

As soon as that moment came, he was on his feet and hastily cramming his notebook into his bag as he made his way to the door. He had almost made his escape when he heard that voice call out behind him.

"Taiki! Wait up!"

Kayashima cursed to himself and, out in the hallway, quickly turned the opposite way of the cafeteria. 'I'll stay in my room. I'll just text Nakatsu and tell him I have a headache so he doesn't worry...'

With this plan fully formed in his head, he started walking faster, hoping Ryoto hadn't seen him turn and would search for him in the cafeteria.

"Taiki! Hey!"

Kayashima bit his lip hard as Ryoto ran up beside him, lightly punching him in the arm as a greeting.

"I thought you would have been a little bit more excited to see me!" He said, laughing. "It's been what? A year and a half? Come on, I missed you!"

Kayashima bit his lip harder, training his eyes straight forward. "Don't call me that."

The was a pause. "Call you what?"

"By my first name."

Ryoto was silent for a long moment, then gave out an awkward laugh. "We're best friends. We've always called each other by our first names."

Kayashima stopped suddenly, his hands curling into fists. He gritted his teeth, trying to prevent all the ugly words in his head from falling out of his mouth.

"Everyone here calls me Kayashima. Even my friends." He finally said, exhaling and attempting to expel all bad energy as he started to walk again.

Ryoto, startled, sprinted for a second to catch up to Kayashima, knocking their hands together as they walked. "Well, we're a lot more than just friends, so I can just keep calling you Taiki, right?" He laughed a bit, then stopped cold when Kayashima flashed his angry eyes at him. Ryoto continued to smile, shaking his head a bit. "Fine. I'll just call you Kayashima-chan now."

Kayashima felt his blood boil when he heard him, but he remained silent, wanting at all costs to avoid a possible fight.

Ryoto stared at the autumn trees for a minute, seemingly at a loss for words.

"So...how have you been?"

Kayashima gritted his teeth, feeling his hands curl into fists. He shoved his freezing hands under his armpits, feeling suddenly very cold. "How do you think I've been? The last time I saw you, I was tied to a fence and you were beating the living shit out of me."

Utter silence. Kayashima kept his face forward, ignoring how Ryoto's aura had changed from a happy orange to a dark brown as he steadily walked to his dorm. He had almost convinced himself that Ryoto had left when he heard his shaky, unsure voice.

"Uh, well, that's all in the past. Water under the bridge." Kayashima was forced to stop suddenly as Ryoto suddenly sprinted forward, whirling around to face Kayashima as he walked backwards. "So, we're friends again, right? All is forgiven?"

Kayashima narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms as he shifted his weight to one foot. "I did not hear an apology in there."

Ryoto bit his lip, panic appearing in his eyes. "Um...I'm sorry?"

Kayashima rolled his eyes, avoiding eye contact. "Let me into my dorm."

He shoved past Ryoto and quickly ran his ID through cardkey slot, yanking open the door to Dorm 2's stairwell. Warm air rushed forward, enveloping him in a sort of bubble that gave him a false sense of security. He went on, not bothering to acknowledge the boy he had left in the dust.

"Oh, come on, Taiki!" Ryoto called out, shoving his way inside the dorm and letting the door shut and auto-lock behind him. Kayashima began walking up the slippery concrete steps to his floor, still ignoring Ryoto. "I didn't mean for it to end that way. I wasn't trying to hurt you like that. Okay? No big deal."

Kayashima spun around so suddenly Ryoto nearly fell backwards, grabbing onto the metal stair rail to keep himself from tumbling. Kayashima gripped the pole himself, but only to stop himself from punching Ryoto in the face. "No big deal?" He yelled, not caring that Ryoto was close enough to hear him if he whispered. "You call jumping someone, tying them up, and beating them so badly they have to go to the hospital no big deal?"

"Well, um...didn't you go to the hospital, because...because of...because of what you...what happened...you know...after you got home?"

Kayashima closed his eyes, forcing himself to breath in and out slowly, trying to smooth his frayed nerves and prevent losing control again. "I had a concussion, a broken rib, two dislocated joints, and blood loss."

Ryoto scratched his head, looking genuinely upset. "Shit. I-I'm sorry, Taiki. I told them to take it easier on you, because I knew you health wasn't too good, but..."

Kayashima just rolled his eyes, turning around on the stairs. He didn't bother to point out that Ryoto would have sacrificed his 'popularity' and not joined in if he had really cared.

"Wait! Just give me a second!" Ryoto reached up and grabbed hold of Kayashima's arm, pulling him down. Kayashima let out a surprised yell, flailing a bit as he tried to recover.

"What...what the hell are you doing?" Kayashima yelled as he tried to pry himself free of Ryoto's iron grip. He cursed himself as he thought of his current situation; trapped in a stairwell with a bigger, much stronger boy than him, who had already severely injured him once before, who was the only other person in the entire building, and no one would notice his absence for at least another hour. "Let go! Let go of me!"

He smacked Ryoto's hand away, tripping on a step in a desperate attempt to get away from him, clutching the railing to avoid falling.

Ryoto held his hands out, as if to brace Kayashima's inevitable fall. "Careful. You could fall and break your neck."

"Is that a threat?" Kayashima cried irrationally, backing away quickly, stumbling on a few steps.

Ryoto only followed him, only utmost concern showing in his eyes. "No! Why would you say that?" He carefully walked up the stairs, still tripping once over the unfamiliar steps. "Are you okay? Do you need me to get your inhaler? You look pale."

"I am not having an asthma attack!" Kayashima said, knowing he needed to calm down fast, or his panic attack would cause Ryoto's assumption to become true. "I haven't had one since I was thirteen. I'm fine!" He yelled as Ryoto reached out to grasp his hand, fumbling for the door behind his back. Grasping the handle, he quickly disappeared into the darkened hallway, hoping Ryoto would figure out he needed to leave Kayashima alone and go away.

He didn't. "Taiki! Taiki, please!" Kayashima did his best to ignore Ryoto as he walked down the hall, wishing room 203 would get there faster. "Please, Taiki! Just give me a chance to apologize!"

Kayashima turned around, staring Ryoto straight in the eye, trying his best to keep his face free of emotion as he spoke lowly. "I did give you a chance to apologize. I gave you two years to apologize." Ryoto stayed silent, his mouth hanging slightly open, incredulous. "You could have called. You could have written. You could have emailed. And you did nothing."

Feeling like he had said all he needed to, Kayashima, turned around and opened the door, hoping to get in the room and lock the door while Ryoto was frozen in his place.

"Taiki, wait." Kayashima bit his lip and threw his body weight against the door to get rid of Ryoto, who shoved his foot in the opening, his body following as he snaked through the small crack.

"God, will you just leave me alone?" Kayashima yelled as he backed away from Ryoto, who was innocently staring at him as he closed the door behind him. Like he broke into people's bedrooms everyday. Kayashima's heart nearly stopped as he heard the unmistakable sound of the door locking from the inside.

Ryoto just shook his head. "Taiki, I am not leaving you alone. You're having a panic attack. I know how you are when you have panic attacks. You're having a hard time breathing, aren't you?"

Kayashima could only nod weakly, incessant trembling overtaking his body. He tried to tell Ryoto to leave, that he would feel better once he was alone, but he couldn't get the words out. His chest felt constricted. Ryoto was by him in a second, removing both their bags and carelessly tossing them to the floor, pushing him down gently and placing his back against the wall.

"Put your head between your legs. That usually helps, right?" He asked uncertainly as Kayashima meekly did as he was told. He breathed slowly, trying to get his heartrate to return to normal and becoming vaguely aware of Ryoto gently running his fingers up and down Kayashima's back.

"What..what are you doing?" Kayashima jumped up, backing away from Ryoto, going up the stairs to his personal level backwards. "Stay away from me. Just leave. Just leave and never talk to me again."

Ryoto got up, never taking his eyes off Kayashima. "I don't understand why you hate me so much."

"You left me for dead!" Kayashima yelled as he backed into the corner of the space, crouching down to avoid hitting his head on the slanted skylight. "You jumped me, tied me up, beat me nearly unconscious, then left me there! What if I couldn't get help? What if I died?"

He let out a small yelp as Ryoto seized the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, bringing the two face to face. Kayashima looked up and met Ryoto's focused, saddened eyes with his fearful ones.

"I'm sorry." Ryoto voice trembled, unshed tears choking his words. "I didn't mean for it to end that way. I should have never let anything happen to you." He whispered as he traced a line down Kayashima's chin, stepping closer, minimizing the space between the two. "I should have never let anyone hurt you..."

And before Kayashima could realize what was happening, Ryoto was kissing him. His hand made it's way up to Kayashima's cheek, where it gently rested as his other hand slackened his grip on Kayashima's shirt.

Kayashima blinked, his mind catching up to what was happening. He brought his hands up to push Ryoto away, but Ryoto seemed to take it as a sign of passion. He wrapped one arm around Kayashima waist, grabbing his ass and grinding against him suddenly. Kayashima gasped as Ryoto moved his lips to the smaller boy's neck, sucking on the soft flesh with renewed vigor. Disoriented, Kayashima put his hands on Ryoto's shoulders in a weak attempt to push his violator off him.

"No. No, Ryoto!" He yelled, jerking backwards, shoving Ryoto away. "Get off of me!"

Ryoto swore and held out a hand to steady himself on Kayashima's mattress. He stood up straight, and, after Kayashima had thought he would just leave, slapped Kayashima smartly across the face.

"God...why do you have to be such a fucking tightass all the time?" He yelled as Kayashima rubbed his reddened cheek. "Do you know what I've been through these past few years, telling myself I didn't like you like that, telling myself you meant nothing to me?"

Kayashima put his hands up in a weak attempt to defend himself, only to have Ryoto grab hold of one of his wrists and throw him across the floor, his back painfully making contact with the edge of the mattress, the rest of his body collapsing.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you?" Ryoto grabbed Kayashima's arms and lifted him up, only to throw him onto the mattress. Kayashima hit the bed at a diagonal, his head smacking against the safety bar that acted as a half-wall for Kayashima's floor. "Why can't you just go along with this? Why can't you accept it? I did!"

Kayashima laid on the bed, stars appearing before his eyes. He blinked, seeing Ryoto and his brilliant, blood-red aura appear above him, his vision doubling thanks to his head injury. "I bet it's because of your dad, right?" Ryoto ranted as his hands went to the buttons of Kayashima's shirt. "He rides you so hard about getting perfect grades and acting normal you're afraid of being anything but some bitchy, sexually repressed freak."

Kayashima put his hands up to try to push Ryoto away, but his former friend wrapped his hands around Kayashima's scarred wrists and pinned them the the sheets, his angry face looming right above Kayashima's terrified eyes. "I've had it. I've wanted to do this for so long, I've wanted to do this with you for so long!"

Ryoto's hands slid over Kayashima's tie, untieing the knot shakily. Kayashima began to squirm underneath him, hoping he could, somehow, get out from under Ryoto and grab something to use as a weapon against his abuser. Ryoto noticed this as he slipped the scrap of fabric out from around Kayashima's neck.

"Stop. Stop that." He said, a little too calmly in contrast with his recent mood. "I said stop!" Ryoto seemed to snap as his hands wound around Kayashima's throat and squeezed.

Kayashima gasped for air, but found that oxygen simply would not make it to his lungs. His vision went blurry as his lungs burned, his entire body suddenly feeling fuzzy and impossibly heavy.

Just when he thought he might explode, Ryoto released him. Kayashima's tense muscles suddenly went limp as he coughed and sputtered, grateful that he could breathe once again. He felt strong hands close around his wrists, and, with a distinct tugging sensation, his arms were raised above his head. Kayashima felt something strong wrap around them, and he realized, with horror, that Ryoto had lashed his hands to the guardrail with his tie.

"There we go." Ryoto said, lowering himself on top of Kayashima, smiling for the first time since they had walked into the building together. "Now we're going to be just fi-"

"Help!" Kayashima twisted his body away from Ryoto, willing someone-anyone-to be in the dorm; sick, skipping, randomly passing by; to hear him. "Help me! I-"

Ryoto slapped his hand across Kayashima's mouth, effectively muffling his cries. Kayashima continued to squirm, trying to free himself, while Ryoto hovered nervously above him.

"No, don't scream. Oh God, please don't scream." He whispered, almost to himself. He looked around the room, as if a solution to his problem would magically present itself. "Shit. What do I do, what do I do?"

He bit his lip, looking down at the boy he had tied up underneath him as if trying to decide whether whatever idea that had popped into his head was too terrible for him or not. He apparently chose the latter, and, with one hand, stripped himself of his own tie and brought to to Kayashima's mouth. Kayashima yelled as Ryoto pulled his hand away, though he knew it was hopeless, and Ryoto quickly wrapped the fabric around Kayashima's mouth, taking away his last weapon.

Ryoto sighed, lowering himself back down on top of Kayashima. "Finally." He breathed, resting his head on Kayashima's chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat. His soft lips found Kayashima's neck, and he placed a loving kiss there as his hands made their way to Kayashima's buttons once again.

"I've wanted this for so long." Ryoto whispered as he quickly unbuttoned Kayashima's shirt, exposing his pale chest and waist.

"Why is this shirt so big on you?" He asked as he absentmindedly traced one of Kayashima's more obvious scars around his collar bone, obviously wondering about something besides Kayashima's clothing.

Kayashima gasped as he saw Ryoto lean down and felt his warm lips close around his nipple, teasing the bud slightly with his tongue, before sucking on it tenderly. Ryoto began grinding against the body beneath him, one hand going to Kayashima's shoulder, the other around his waist, desperately wanting closer to Kayashima.

'This is not happening. I'm dreaming. I'm having a nightmare.'

But this wasn't a regular in his reel of nighttime episodes. Usually his nightmares consisted of ghosts, death, things that came from the other side. He rarely dreamt of living people, because he had seen things much more horrifying than whatever Ryoto had inflicted on him before.

But this...this was different. This was invasive. This was using his own body to make him feel completely violated.

Ryoto's gentle sucking turned near violent, biting down on Kayashima's hypersensitive flesh so hard Kayashima let out an involuntary yelp. Ryoto growled and jumped up. Kayashima almost allowed himself a ray of hope that Ryoto would come to his senses and untie Kayashima, but he knew it would only be dashed.

Ryoto stumbled over to Kayashima's dresser, reaching for the coffee mug he kept full of school supplies. He swore as it tumbled over, a few pens and a ruler clattering to the ground. he fumbled around for a minute before turning around with his desired object in hand.

A pair of scissors.

'This is not happening.'

Kayashima's heartbeat quickened as he pressed his chin down, pathetically trying to protect his neck. He moved away from Ryoto as he approached, scooting as far back on the bed as his bondage would allow.

"Calm down." Ryoto said, looking rather annoyed. He put the scissors down on the mattress, taking Kayashima's face in his hands. "Calm down, okay? I'm not going to hurt you." Kayashima blinked, whimpering. Ryoto took him by the shoulders and gave him a rough shake. "You need to calm down. You're gagged. You cannot have a panic attack right now. You'll suffocate."

Ryoto took the scissors in his hands and bent down, intent on getting Kayashima's shirt out of the way. Kayashima felt a short burst of anger as Ryoto cut into the fabric, remembering it was Nakatsu's shirt he was ruining. The anger was quickly overtaken by fear as he thought of what Ryoto was going to do next.

'This cannot be happening.'

Ryoto threw the scissors to the ground, tearing the shredded rags that was Nakatsu's shirt from Kayashima's body, depositing that as well. Kayashima shivered, having so little protection from the chilly air that seeped through the skylight. Ryoto returned his attention to Kayashima's neck, continuing to suck and bite whatever he deemed necessary. He began to grind against Kayashima once again, moaning in longing.

Breaking away, Ryoto sat back on Kayashima's waist, struggling to remove his own shirt. When he finally freed himself, he flung the offending garment to the floor, paying no attention to where it landed.

Ryoto sat, staring into Kayashima's eyes for a moment. He panted, sweat beginning to drip down the side of his face. Suddenly, he scooted backwards, forcing Kayashima's legs apart and kneeling between them. His hands went to the button of Kayashima's pants, ripping the material away from the plastic circle so hard Kayashima was surprised the button didn't pop right off. He quickly pulled down the zipper, taking hold of the sides of both Kayashima's pants and boxers, sliding them off in one smooth motion.

Ashamed, Kayashima tried to turn over and curl up to hide his nakedness, but Ryoto's hands on his hips kept him in his humiliating position. He painfully raised his head to see what Ryoto was doing, and panicked as soon as he saw Ryoto smiling up at him, spreading Kayashima's legs with his hands.

After keeping eye contact with Kayashima for a minute, Ryoto went down, taking Kayashima's unwillingly swollen member in his hands and giving it a swift lick. Kayashima's stomach flipped violently, and he was glad all he had had to eat that day was half a breakfast sandwich. Suddenly, Ryoto took him in, sucking on his cock as Kayashima squeezed his eyes shut and tried to pretend it wasn't happening.

"Mmphh..." Kayashima moaned through his gag as he involutarily raised his hips, wishing he could just die right there.

'You are not enjoying this. He is doing this without your permission. You cannot be enjoying this!'

Kayashima tipped his head back, his body disobeying his orders not to enjoy Ryoto violating him as a few muffled moans slipped past his lips.

Just as he thought Ryoto would bring him to completion, he stopped, leaving Kayashima hard and forbidding himself from wanting any more.

Kayashima panted, feeling disgusted with himself. He deliberately kept his eyes closed so as to not see what he knew Ryoto would be doing next.

Sure enough, he soon felt Ryoto's warm hand slide between his legs. He forced all his muscles to relax to prevent impulsively kicking Ryoto in the stomach, pissing him off more. This turned out to be completely pointless, as every muscle in his body hardened and contracted as Ryoto put one finger to his entrance and slowly pushed it inside.

"Nnnh.." A groan escaped Kayashima's lips as his back arched off the bed.

"Do you like that?" Ryoto asked softly. Kayashima allowed himself to open his eyes to peer down at his attacker.

Ryoto was knelt down, his knees pressed into the soft sheets. One hand was occupied, reaching below Kayashima's hips, one finger inside him. The other was resting on the smaller boy's thigh, his fingers softly stroking the white skin there. His neck was perfectly angled as to have the perfect view of Kayashima's face as Ryoto slipped another finger inside him.

Kayashima moaned again, and Ryoto smiled; beginning to pull his fingers in and out of Kayashima.

"You like that, don't you?" Kayashima shook his head vehemently, his eyes pleading with Ryoto to stop. Ryoto only smiled wider, a small laugh escaping his lips. "You do like that. You little slut."

Ryoto pulled his fingers out of Kayashima, sliding himself off the bed. Kayashima craned his neck, allowing himself the tiniest glimmer of hope that maybe Ryoto would untie him and be done with him.

Ryoto reached for the button of his own pants. The fabric fell to the floor, unneeded.

"Taiki..."

Kayashima stared in horror as Ryoto climbed back onto the bed and settled himself in between Kayashima's legs, smiling as he slipped his hands underneath Kayashima's knees. Kayashima could only shake, Ryoto's deathly scarlet aura disappearing as he was faced with the sight of the large, erect cock he would be forced to encompass.

"Let me...I want..."

Ryoto never finished. He pulled Kayashima's legs up, resting his hands atop Kayashima's thighs. Kayashima squeezed his eyes shut as Ryoto slowly pushed himself inside.

There was nothing but unbearable pain at first. It was nothing like his first time with Nakatsu. Then he'd been willing. Then he had been able to bury his face in the pillow and wait until it was over.

But now...now there was no hiding it. There was no smokescreen, nothing to dull the pain. There was only Ryoto, and the flaming sword that he had pushed inside him.

He still hadn't recovered from the initial push when Ryoto began to move his hips back and forth, his hard cock pounding into Kayashima so hard it made him want to scream.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah..." Ryoto tipped back his head as he moaned, his fingernails digging into Kayashima's soft flesh. He abandoned his hold on Kayashima's legs, letting them fall to the mattress as Ryoto went to clutch Kayashima's slim hips. "Oh, fuck yeah..."

Kayashima's back arched, a loud muffled moan reaching Ryoto's ears, making him smile. His thrusting became quicker as he moaned Kayashima's name over and over again.

Closing his eyes, Kayashima held his breath and Ryoto's thrusts became deeper. It hurt so much he wanted to cry, but he knew he really would if Ryoto were to stop right that second. Sweat poured down his spine, trickling down his face, while Ryoto's own perspiration dripped from his jaw.

With one final, deep thrust, Ryoto groaned and fell forward, hot liquid flooding through Kayashima's body, making him gasp. Ryoto laid there for a second, before drawing back and looking at Kayashima squarely in the eye for a brief moment, brushing a stray lock of sweaty hair from his eye.

Without a word, Ryoto's fingers found the knot in the back of Kayashima's gag, quickly unwinding the tight knot and tossing the tie to the floor. While Kayashima laid in that spot, breathing heavily, Ryoto leaned down to brush their lips together in a sweet kiss, quietly sliding out of the slim body beneath him.

"Wow. All that and you didn't even come." Ryoto laughed as he traced an invisible line on Kayashima's stomach, winding his way down. His hand reached between the psychic's legs once again, letting his hand wrap around Kayashima's erection.

"D-Don..." Kayashima stuttered, not able to form words with his inadequate supply of air.

Ryoto smiled and began moving his hand up and down Kayashima's cock. "What was that? I can't do anything unless you tell me to."

'Tell him to stop. He has nothing else to gain from this. Tell him to stop.'

"Sto..Sss..."

"Can't hear you."

Kayashima turned his face to the side, wanting to cry. He had been so strong. He hadn't broken during the entire time they were...they were...

"Ple...Please..."

A laugh escaped Ryoto's throat and he quickened his pace on Kayashima's member.

"I'm not going to let you go until you come, Taiki."

Kayashima tipped his head back and closed his eyes, trying to look like he was simply enjoying Ryoto's treat.

'Pretend it's Nakatsu. Nakatsu's drunk again and decided to jerk you off, and for some reason he's being kinky and decided to tie you up to do it.' Kayashima thought, feeling almost desperate. 'It's just Nakatsu. Just Nakatsu trying to make you feel good.'

Kayashima bit his lip, but he couldn't suppress the erotic moans that welled up in back of his throat. And suddenly, Nakatsu was there with him. Nakatsu was the one pumping his cock, Nakatsu was running his hand down Kayashima's side. It was all Nakatsu. Ryoto wasn't there. Ryoto was never there.

A loud moan resonated through the room as Kayashima came. His lungs deflated, burnt out. He flopped back down on the bed, panting from the stimulation.

"Now you've gotten the picture."

Kayashima looked up. It was the wrong voice. The wrong face. The entirely wrong, wrong aura.

"You know, you're really fucking hot tied up like that." Ryoto said, bringing his white-coated hand to his face and inserting one finger in his mouth, sucking on it until all the liquid was cleaned off. He cocked his head, using his other hand to reach down and absent-mindedly pull apart Kayashima's bindings.

"You should really get up and get dressed. Lunch is almost over."

Kayashima didn't watch Ryoto put his own clothes on, or see him walk out of his room like he had been inside all of five minutes with a homework question. Kayashima laid, naked, in his bed as he heard Ryoto's soft feet padding across the floor and the sound of the thin, wooden door slamming behind him.

Alone, Kayashima curled up on his side, not even allowing himself to cry.

Ryoto had taken his body, used it for his own sick, twisted purposes.

He had taken his security, destroyed it so swiftly Kayashima was sure he would never feel safe again.

After the deed was done and Ryoto had gotten what he'd wanted, he had gone farther, taking everything from Kayashima, leaving him with nothing.

Not even his dignity.

And now you're back,

You don't get to get me back.

And who do you think you are?

Running around leaving scars,

Collecting your jar of hearts,

And tearing love apart.

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul.

So don't come back for me.

Who do you think you are?

Er, um...yes. 'coughs'

That sucked. That really sucked.

But this was the first scene I imagined for this story, so I'm going to think it sucked... Also, I thought Ryoto's character was...erm, unrealistic. I mean, I wanted him to come across as unstable, but this just seemed kind of...out there. Wah. I suck. And I felt like I used the same words over and over again. I need a better vocabulary. Maybe I should read the dictionary.

Thinking of getting a Beta for this story. I generally hate Betas, I have had bad experiences with them, (both as a Beta and having one) but I epically fail so much I might require one.

So, I would like to thank all my reviewers. Six! Six reviews! I died! I died and went to heaven!

Okay, I'm gonna wrap this up because I'm tired & my stepmother is having an stroke because it's past 10 and I'm not in bed yet. (Have I mentioned I'm seventeen and a junior in high school?...)

-Kameko