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RAPE WARNING! DON'T LIKE, then skip the chapter to three!
Chapter Two
==Flashback==
A boy, about the age of seven, glanced around with dismayed blue eyes. He didn’t know how he had ended up in an alley way. And it was so cold and dark now, he didn’t think he could get home in time for dinner with his temporary foster parents.
He was exceptionally beautiful at such a young age. His brown hair glowed in the sun, and showed pieces of auburn just slightly mixed in when outside. They just slightly brushed against the bridge of his button nose. His big blue eyes had a cast of spiky lashes around them.
He stumbled slightly over a rock and caught himself using the dirty brick walls as support. He didn’t know where he was, and it was scary to feel that way. Sure, he had been through more than a kid his age should have been through, but getting lost hadn’t been on the list until today. Not only that, but he had gotten lost in the dark, which was something that would have been traumatic to others. His heart was just practically jumping in his chest as if it sensed something.
He looked around again, eyes growing wider with fear. He froze as he listened to the sounds that were coming from behind him. There was something…echoing from behind him. Footsteps and…
Heero ran. It was all his child mind could think of. All he knew was that he had to get away from the noise before it was too late.
==End Flashback==
Heero walked back to his dorm building with cold eyes. The shower at the athletics building had helped him a lot to gather his senses. He had gone back to the way the original Heero Yuy had been; cold and guarded. He knew he couldn’t afford another heartbreak; no one would get past his defenses ever again like He did. It was just out of the question.
“Heero!” A voice called out to him, and Heero paused but did not look back. He just kind of stood there while he waited for the other to catch up to him.
“Quatre,” he acknowledged with a nod. He didn’t need to look back to see those pained eyes set on him, Heero could just close his eyes and feel the hurt that radiated from his normally kind friend.
He opened the doors to the building and stepped in, sighing lightly when he felt the heater shift over his cool skin. Fuck, but it was cold today. He had left his sweater in his locker, which was located in the athletics building and hadn’t thought twice of it until he had stepped out into the cool morning air.
He scowled as someone rushed past him, pushing him slightly into the wall while he walked down a hall. It was empty save for him and his “buddy” behind him. Which reminded him, why the hell wasn’t Quatre talking?
He turned around but a dark corridor greeted him. Must’ve had something better to do than persuade me to come back, he sneered. After all, everything “important” seemed to come before he did. No one really cared for him, and Heero would rather if they all stopped pretending to be his friends. They were only doing it because Duo said to.
He continued walking down the dark hall, sharp eyes warily inspecting the walls and spaces behind him. The gun hidden beneath his shirt felt heavy for some reason, as if it wanted to be out and about. Heero listened to his intuition and inched his fingers toward where he knew the handle to the gun would be.
Finally he got to his dorm room and opened the door after using the key. He stepped in, turned the lights on, and closed his door cautiously.
Heero turned around and was about to proceed when he realized that something was off. His eyes scanned the room quickly. Something…was…off… He zeroed in on a piece of paper that was on his desk and stalked over, snatching the note to look at it angrily. But as he lifted the paper up his eyes widened from shock and dropped it down to his side.
He knew that handwriting. It looked exactly like…HIS. Heero breathed in deeply, trying to dispel the panic that was clawing its way from his chest. Hand trembling, he brought the note back to read it.
I’ve learned about your past today, it said. He told me everything. I almost wanted to feel pity for you. Almost. You’re an unwanted person, Heero. Remember that.
Heero’s lips pressed together and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get rid of the memories that were surfacing. He stumbled until his back hit a wall and he slowly slid down. His breathing became irregular and he shook. No! he thought fiercely. I don’t WANT to see it! Not again…!
But it was too late, and soon he was lost to the world. The last thing he felt was betrayal.
==Flashback==
Though he was running it seemed like he wasn’t getting any where. The footsteps were always behind him, making him fear for his life like never before. It was dark in the alleys, and there was no moon up.
He stumbled again, but this time he couldn’t catch himself and landed painfully against the dirty floor. His teeth clunk together when his chin caught most of the fall and he skid slightly. Wincing, he pushed himself up and gingerly touched his chin and hissed when it came into contact with a pulsing wetness.
There were tears burning in his eyes when he realized that because he had fallen, the footsteps had caught up to him and were now behind him. They crunched against the misplaces rocks that were on the concrete and synced with his pounding heart, getting closer and closer.
His breathing became unstable and he looked behind him to see his new tormentor. He shook when the only thing he could see was the smile on that shady face. It gleamed with promise of pain and remembrance. He could feel the eyes of the man on him and he swallowed thickly, trying to get the lump out of his throat.
“P-Please…” The whisper left his lips before he realized it. “Please…l…leave me a…alone.”
Still, the man came closer, still grinning that creepy smile.
“Oh?” came the question. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, child. All I’m doing is-” insert huge gleam here “-trying to help a lost child.”
“Yadda,” Heero said, shaking his head a little. “I don-don’t want you to help me.”
“Such an ungrateful brat!” The man leered a little. “Kid, you got some mouth to be turning down me.” In a flash he was on Heero despite the struggles of the younger.
~RAPE ALERT~RAPE ALERT~RAPE ALERT~RAPE ALERT~
He pinned the smaller boy against the group and ignored the kick delivered to his chin, grabbing the boy’s bloodied jaw. He pressed his lips to Heero’s, his tongue trying to worm its way into the dark cavern of the other mouth. Heero opened for a slight second before biting down hard enough to taste blood.
The man drew back with a hiss, glaring down at the small boy in his arms. He drew back one of his hands to strike the boy, his palm delivering a painful smack. It sent Heero’s head back, making his head connect to the ground agonizingly. His vision disappeared temporarily, feeding terror to the boy’s heart. He shook.
“That should teach you.” The man looked satisfied with himself. He dropped back down to his original pose, straddling Heero. He started to take the boy’s clothes off, eager to see the rest of the golden tan. He wondered absently if it was real or if it was just because of many days spent playing outside. He shrugged as he struggled slightly with the zipper to the shirt. He would soon see it.
Heero came back to his senses when he felt hands roaming his chest and started to struggle again. “YADDA!” he yelled at the man, and was once more slapped. A hand covered his mouth with forceful pressure.
“Kid,” the man said in a warning tone. “If you want to live after this then you would do better silent, got it?” He waited for a nod before letting go of the mouth.
Heero stared up at the dark skies with a hopeless blue gaze. Kami-sama, he thought, what did I do to deserve this? I was a good boy, I promise! I brush my teeth every night and do all of my chores. So why? Why am I being punished? Am I not good enough? Is that why you’re allowing him to do this to me? Why? WHY?! A tear leaked out of one eye.
The man leaned down to lick the nipples attached to the golden body under him. Heero jerked and looked at the man in horror, making a sound of protest. He was silenced by dark eyes full of warning staring back at him. Heero turned back to the sky with desolate eyes.
Suddenly his pants were ripped from him and he couldn’t silence the loud protest that slipped from his lips. He saw stars once again, but this time it hurt more than the others. Unknown to him, this time the man had punched him full on the cheekbone with knuckles and all. Heero raised a stunned hand to his cheek and came back with more blood. He raised his eyes to look at the man, suddenly furious.
He bared his teeth, and that was all the warning the man got before a small bundle of Heero came at him, scratching and kicking. Heero went for the eyes and teeth, practically snarling with rage. He used his nonexistent nails to mess up that face he so hated, dragging them down the greasy skin to draw blood welts. But right before he got to the eyes of the man, he was kicked off.
Heero scrambled to his feet and ran, ignoring his nudity. His feet hit the ground hard, but he ignored the cuts forming on them. He knew that this was his last chance at getting away. A small shred of hope formed in his chest.
But then the hope disappeared when he was hit hard enough to be pushed back into the bricks. The man was there once more, hitting him, causing his already abused head to connect with the hard surface behind it over and over again. When Heero thought he couldn’t take it anymore the man stopped, panting heavily.
And suddenly the lips were against his once more. The opened his mouth urgently and a slimy tongue wormed itself into Heero’s mouth. He tried to get the man to stop, clawing at the back. But that didn’t make the man do anything but tighten his grip in Heero hair.
Abruptly Heero found himself facing the wall. He gasped for air until he heard a zipper sliding down. His eyes widened once more and he looked back to see the man holding his privates. He shook his head vigorously, and was going to open his mouth when he found himself being invaded by the worm again. He was pressed against the wall again, and he felt something hot against his butt. A tear once again slipped down his face.
Then the man moved and his dick was thrust into the small, unwilling body. All time stopped for Heero. His body lay arched, his eyes unseeing as the tried to locate the sky. The beating of a heart was heard in the background, and suddenly he could feel again. But he wished he couldn’t.
The pain was unbearable. He screamed into the man’s mouth, anguish so apparent in the muffled sound. The man was thrusting hard into him, tearing the skin, causing the blood to drip down his thighs as if taunting him.
Then it was done. The man came into his butt, the hot substance causing the pain to go up a notch.
He screamed. Unfortunately for the man, there had been nothing to gag the small boy that time, and the scream echoed off the walls, rising into the sky. And suddenly there was noise other than his breathing.
~END!~END!~END!~END!~END!~
The man zipped himself up, letting the boy go. He knelt by the boy and patted his cheek mockingly.
“That was nice, boy. Maybe the next time I see you you’ll have better skills other than screaming and kicking.” And then he was gone.
Heero lay there, body bruised and
mind battered. More footsteps sounded from the opposite of where the man had gone, but it didn’t matter. He laid there watching a small rat across from him, gaze empty and isolated. It was over, and so was his soul.
And what was sad was that Heero no longer cried. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; it was because he no longer could.
==End Flashback==
Heero woke up with a gasp, looking around wildly. The dream stuck with him, and he shook as he tried to get a hold of his wild emotions. The fear, the despair…the emptiness. He hugged himself, trying to not hyperventilate. It was the past, Heero lied to himself. You’ve already gotten over it.
And that was when he realized that the settings around him weren’t familiar. He pushed the irrational fear away and looked around more closely. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a door somewhere open.
A nice looking lady came in. She had two twists of dirty blonde hair on opposite shoulders, and her light blue eyes shone with concern as she looked at Heero.
He stared at her for a second. She smiled at him calmly and walked to the desk by the closed window.
“How are you feeling, Mr. Yuy?”
He interrupted her. “Who the hell are you?”
“Now the day has come
We are forsaken this time
We lived our lives
In our paradise
As Gods we shaped the world around
No borderlines
We stayed behind
No boundaries is something fragile
Well we thought we were gaining
We turned back the time
It still slips away
Our time has run out
Our future has died
There's no more escape.”
-Within Temptation, “Forsaken”
