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"What's wrong, boy? I thought you didn't want me to hurt you anymore." The man N feared so much, for so long stood above the body of another man, a younger man who was about N's age, maybe a bit younger.
"That did not mean to go and hurt someone else!" N was crouched down, bound to the wall by chains. He was covered in blood, but this blood wasn't his. It belonged to the person on the ground. His clothes were in shreds, and dirt scuffed across his skin and the remains of his clothes.
"You should have been more specific; Oh well, it's too late now." The older man replied, his own green hair falling around his dirty, cruel face. One red eye shone through the darkness, leering at the younger man. He grabbed person below, lifting him up by short brown hair. He groaned in half consciousness as the man forced him to the ground again.
"Please, stop! Do it to me, not him! Just let him go..!" N pleaded, pulling at the chains that restrained him.
"I don't think I can do that, N." The older man sighed, ripping off the remainder of the brown haired man's clothes off. The brunette made no movement, for the pain that he'd already suffered was nearly unbearable. The taller man restraining him to the ground crouched, and entered him with his erection.
"NO!" N yelled in desperation, but he was unable to do anything. He watched, as the brunette was raped before him. He cried with pain as the older man shoved deeper into him. N was unable to look away, how could he? If he looked away, he felt as if he would betray him.
"You like it, N?" The older man taunted, bending over and digging his teeth into the brown haired man's shoulder, then down his neck and back, leaving red bloody marks.
"S-stop!"
"I'm simply marking my territory, like I did with you." The old man spat. The person below him kept bleeding from his wounds; the puddle of blood grew larger, and larger. It was around N's limbs, sticky and warm.
"N-No! NO, STOP IT!" His voice echoed away, he was unable to speak, and in silence he cried for the tortured, beat man.
For Black.
-
I didn't want to let go of him; I was unable to. Even the thought of having to let go made me hold him tighter. It was nighttime, but morning grew closer. I laid in my bed; in my arms was Black still sleeping. I had cried and clung to him until he eventually fell asleep. I wanted to make sure he was there, and he would never leave. It was a ridiculous notion, and if he woke up and found me holding him, he would have a fit.
But I couldn't let go. I watched his face as he slept. He was curled up against my chest, and his face was nestled in my neck. His hands were curled up against his body, creating a barrier between my chest and his. His breathing was soft and peaceful; creating a tune I could have listened to forever. When he was asleep, I could watch him and feel the warmth of his body easily. He never yelled at me when he was sleeping; I hated it when he was mad at me. Right now, as far as I was concerned, he was happy and peaceful. With a hand, I ran a finger through his hair, and I let out a shaky sigh. I felt ridiculous, touching his hair like this as he slept. I did it often back at his house, after he woke me up in the middle of the night and went back to sleep, leaving me awake. Usually I didn't go back to sleep, I just watched him. I would brush his hair or cheek, and it would calm me down.
I wanted him here forever, in my arms and within my grasp. I didn't want him to be taken like in my nightmare. No, I wouldn't let him; never would I let him be taken like that. Never would I let him be tortured, beat, and raped as I was. Worse, I had to watch it in my nightmare. I was unable to face up to the essence of all my fears. The mere thought of the dream last night made me want to start crying again, but I didn't. Instead, I pulled Black closer, my lips pressing against his forehead. I whispered words to him, words of how I would never let him leave me. I knew this was unlikely, eventually he would finally break and force me away. But until that day came, I would remain here.
Time ticked by, and when I glanced at the clock it was already near seven. I knew if Black woke up and found me like this, he would be angry. I didn't want to let him go yet, but I had to. He would already be mad enough about my episode last night. I shifted and, still holding Black, I stood up, then turned and placed him gently back on my bed, making it look as if he just fell asleep there. I inched backwards, picking up my clothes off the floor. I had slept in only a pair of pajama pants that I borrowed from Black. I quickly got changed, pulling into my jeans, undershirt, and sweatshirt before putting on the many bracelets Bianca got me. I had to admit, Bianca wasn't so bad; she certainly talked a lot, however. I never took off the 'BF' necklace, and I noticed Black had put his half back on as well. Hopefully, he would never take it off too.
I headed down to the breakfast room, and I was surprised to see only a few couples there, along with Cheren, eating breakfast. I didn't particularly like Cheren. He was strange, but I knew he was trustworthy, so I walked over to his table and sat down. He was reading the paper, and when he looked up and saw me, he put it down mumbling something about never getting peace.
"Good morning, Cheren." I told him with a curt nod.
"And to you, N. I understand you didn't have a good sleep last night." He took a bite of his cereal, his eyes trained on me.
"Oh, well… I guess so… I get nightmares every night, no big deal."
"Ah yes, no big deal. The hotel attendant had to come down with a master key to let Black in so he could wake you up. He never came back though… What happened?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing happened…" Somehow, I didn't think telling Black's friend that I held him all night and watched him sleep was the wisest thing to do.
"Uh huh, okay. Oh look, there's Bianca." He looked over to where she came prancing into the breakfast room. She grabbed some things from the breakfast bar before coming over.
"Good morning guys, what's going on? N, how was your night?" She giggled, taking a sip of her orange juice.
"It was fine." Why did everyone ask me that?
"Black went into your room last night to wake you up, and then never came out. Was it alright?"
"It was alright. He just woke me up but was too tired to go back to his room." I blinked.
"Were you able to get back to sleep?" She asked, taking a bite of a muffin, and watched me closely.
"Well, no. usually I don't."
"Oh I see. So while Black sleeps, you're wide awake…?" She exchanged a glance with Cheren.
"I guess so." What was she getting at?
"Do you ever, do anything?" Bianca leaned in close.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I replied.
Bianca doubled back in her chair with giggles, and I raised an eyebrow. Black's friends were so weird; I don't know how he put up with them.
"Bianca, chill out already." Cheren sighed. "Too loud for so early."
"Early? It's like… seven-thirty." Bianca checked the clock on the wall. "Was Black awake when you left, N?"
I shook my head no. We sat there for awhile longer as Cheren and Bianca finished breakfast, but by eight they had left to get ready. I was already set, so I grabbed a muffin and I stared at the coffee machine. I remembered Black liked those drinks, but I couldn't remember which. Decaf or regular...? I went with regular. I poured the black, disgusting looking liquid into the foam cup before heading back to my room. I looked inside, and Black was just waking up. He was sitting up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. I walked over casually,
"Good morning, Black." I said quietly, ready for an angered response.
"Mornin', N…" He yawned, still half asleep.
"I got you breakfast." I offered. He looked at me with his brownish red eyes, and he swayed with tiredness.
"Alright. Gimmeeee… a minute." He slurred, jumping off the bed and heading into my bathroom.
"B-but that's-" I stopped as he closed the door. Looks like he was too tired to tell this wasn't even his room. I set the food down, then looked out my room's window curtain. I could see out onto the parking lot and the streets below. In the distance I could see the waterpark I had so much fun in. I smiled as I remembered yesterday afternoon. It was a fun, some of the most fun I had in a long time. I had forgotten about all other people – it had been just me, Black, and fun. I had to admit I had caught myself more than once staring at Blacks shirtless body, though I tried not to, it felt wrong and indecent. But I couldn't help it, his torso was so scar-free compared to mine, which was littered with them. I had caught him staring at the long one on my chest. My hand suddenly pressed against it through my shirt. I remembered how it happened quite clearly, but I wish I hadn't. I wish I could forget, but sometimes it is just so impossible.
I spent a long time, staring out of that window till I heard a door open behind me. I turned and Black was walking out of my bathroom, looking around in confusion. He was only wearing a towel and his hair was dripping wet.
"N, why am I in your room again…?"
"Er- last night you had to get in to wake me up..." I scratched the back of my head, okay, now came the anger.
"Oh, yeah…" he trailed off, then scowled at me. "Mind getting my clothes in my room?"
"Sure, could I have a key card?"
Black kept staring at me for a few moments before his face clicked with realization. "Ugh, both my keys are in my room.. You know what, just give me the clothes you took from me, I'll just wear those, and also then gather the rest of your things."
"Huh? Why?" I picked up the neatly folded clothes off the table and handed it to him.
"Because you're moving into my room, so this doesn't happen again." He took them and disappeared back into the bathroom.
I blinked a few times, then sighed in relief and smiled a bit. I gathered the very few belongings I had, then met with Black at the door. We headed down to the lobby to check out my room, and as we walked I felt a weight being lifted. It was when Black did things like this, sacrificing his own comfort for my sake, that made me happy.
"That did not mean to go and hurt someone else!" N was crouched down, bound to the wall by chains. He was covered in blood, but this blood wasn't his. It belonged to the person on the ground. His clothes were in shreds, and dirt scuffed across his skin and the remains of his clothes.
"You should have been more specific; Oh well, it's too late now." The older man replied, his own green hair falling around his dirty, cruel face. One red eye shone through the darkness, leering at the younger man. He grabbed person below, lifting him up by short brown hair. He groaned in half consciousness as the man forced him to the ground again.
"Please, stop! Do it to me, not him! Just let him go..!" N pleaded, pulling at the chains that restrained him.
"I don't think I can do that, N." The older man sighed, ripping off the remainder of the brown haired man's clothes off. The brunette made no movement, for the pain that he'd already suffered was nearly unbearable. The taller man restraining him to the ground crouched, and entered him with his erection.
"NO!" N yelled in desperation, but he was unable to do anything. He watched, as the brunette was raped before him. He cried with pain as the older man shoved deeper into him. N was unable to look away, how could he? If he looked away, he felt as if he would betray him.
"You like it, N?" The older man taunted, bending over and digging his teeth into the brown haired man's shoulder, then down his neck and back, leaving red bloody marks.
"S-stop!"
"I'm simply marking my territory, like I did with you." The old man spat. The person below him kept bleeding from his wounds; the puddle of blood grew larger, and larger. It was around N's limbs, sticky and warm.
"N-No! NO, STOP IT!" His voice echoed away, he was unable to speak, and in silence he cried for the tortured, beat man.
For Black.
-
I didn't want to let go of him; I was unable to. Even the thought of having to let go made me hold him tighter. It was nighttime, but morning grew closer. I laid in my bed; in my arms was Black still sleeping. I had cried and clung to him until he eventually fell asleep. I wanted to make sure he was there, and he would never leave. It was a ridiculous notion, and if he woke up and found me holding him, he would have a fit.
But I couldn't let go. I watched his face as he slept. He was curled up against my chest, and his face was nestled in my neck. His hands were curled up against his body, creating a barrier between my chest and his. His breathing was soft and peaceful; creating a tune I could have listened to forever. When he was asleep, I could watch him and feel the warmth of his body easily. He never yelled at me when he was sleeping; I hated it when he was mad at me. Right now, as far as I was concerned, he was happy and peaceful. With a hand, I ran a finger through his hair, and I let out a shaky sigh. I felt ridiculous, touching his hair like this as he slept. I did it often back at his house, after he woke me up in the middle of the night and went back to sleep, leaving me awake. Usually I didn't go back to sleep, I just watched him. I would brush his hair or cheek, and it would calm me down.
I wanted him here forever, in my arms and within my grasp. I didn't want him to be taken like in my nightmare. No, I wouldn't let him; never would I let him be taken like that. Never would I let him be tortured, beat, and raped as I was. Worse, I had to watch it in my nightmare. I was unable to face up to the essence of all my fears. The mere thought of the dream last night made me want to start crying again, but I didn't. Instead, I pulled Black closer, my lips pressing against his forehead. I whispered words to him, words of how I would never let him leave me. I knew this was unlikely, eventually he would finally break and force me away. But until that day came, I would remain here.
Time ticked by, and when I glanced at the clock it was already near seven. I knew if Black woke up and found me like this, he would be angry. I didn't want to let him go yet, but I had to. He would already be mad enough about my episode last night. I shifted and, still holding Black, I stood up, then turned and placed him gently back on my bed, making it look as if he just fell asleep there. I inched backwards, picking up my clothes off the floor. I had slept in only a pair of pajama pants that I borrowed from Black. I quickly got changed, pulling into my jeans, undershirt, and sweatshirt before putting on the many bracelets Bianca got me. I had to admit, Bianca wasn't so bad; she certainly talked a lot, however. I never took off the 'BF' necklace, and I noticed Black had put his half back on as well. Hopefully, he would never take it off too.
I headed down to the breakfast room, and I was surprised to see only a few couples there, along with Cheren, eating breakfast. I didn't particularly like Cheren. He was strange, but I knew he was trustworthy, so I walked over to his table and sat down. He was reading the paper, and when he looked up and saw me, he put it down mumbling something about never getting peace.
"Good morning, Cheren." I told him with a curt nod.
"And to you, N. I understand you didn't have a good sleep last night." He took a bite of his cereal, his eyes trained on me.
"Oh, well… I guess so… I get nightmares every night, no big deal."
"Ah yes, no big deal. The hotel attendant had to come down with a master key to let Black in so he could wake you up. He never came back though… What happened?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing happened…" Somehow, I didn't think telling Black's friend that I held him all night and watched him sleep was the wisest thing to do.
"Uh huh, okay. Oh look, there's Bianca." He looked over to where she came prancing into the breakfast room. She grabbed some things from the breakfast bar before coming over.
"Good morning guys, what's going on? N, how was your night?" She giggled, taking a sip of her orange juice.
"It was fine." Why did everyone ask me that?
"Black went into your room last night to wake you up, and then never came out. Was it alright?"
"It was alright. He just woke me up but was too tired to go back to his room." I blinked.
"Were you able to get back to sleep?" She asked, taking a bite of a muffin, and watched me closely.
"Well, no. usually I don't."
"Oh I see. So while Black sleeps, you're wide awake…?" She exchanged a glance with Cheren.
"I guess so." What was she getting at?
"Do you ever, do anything?" Bianca leaned in close.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I replied.
Bianca doubled back in her chair with giggles, and I raised an eyebrow. Black's friends were so weird; I don't know how he put up with them.
"Bianca, chill out already." Cheren sighed. "Too loud for so early."
"Early? It's like… seven-thirty." Bianca checked the clock on the wall. "Was Black awake when you left, N?"
I shook my head no. We sat there for awhile longer as Cheren and Bianca finished breakfast, but by eight they had left to get ready. I was already set, so I grabbed a muffin and I stared at the coffee machine. I remembered Black liked those drinks, but I couldn't remember which. Decaf or regular...? I went with regular. I poured the black, disgusting looking liquid into the foam cup before heading back to my room. I looked inside, and Black was just waking up. He was sitting up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. I walked over casually,
"Good morning, Black." I said quietly, ready for an angered response.
"Mornin', N…" He yawned, still half asleep.
"I got you breakfast." I offered. He looked at me with his brownish red eyes, and he swayed with tiredness.
"Alright. Gimmeeee… a minute." He slurred, jumping off the bed and heading into my bathroom.
"B-but that's-" I stopped as he closed the door. Looks like he was too tired to tell this wasn't even his room. I set the food down, then looked out my room's window curtain. I could see out onto the parking lot and the streets below. In the distance I could see the waterpark I had so much fun in. I smiled as I remembered yesterday afternoon. It was a fun, some of the most fun I had in a long time. I had forgotten about all other people – it had been just me, Black, and fun. I had to admit I had caught myself more than once staring at Blacks shirtless body, though I tried not to, it felt wrong and indecent. But I couldn't help it, his torso was so scar-free compared to mine, which was littered with them. I had caught him staring at the long one on my chest. My hand suddenly pressed against it through my shirt. I remembered how it happened quite clearly, but I wish I hadn't. I wish I could forget, but sometimes it is just so impossible.
I spent a long time, staring out of that window till I heard a door open behind me. I turned and Black was walking out of my bathroom, looking around in confusion. He was only wearing a towel and his hair was dripping wet.
"N, why am I in your room again…?"
"Er- last night you had to get in to wake me up..." I scratched the back of my head, okay, now came the anger.
"Oh, yeah…" he trailed off, then scowled at me. "Mind getting my clothes in my room?"
"Sure, could I have a key card?"
Black kept staring at me for a few moments before his face clicked with realization. "Ugh, both my keys are in my room.. You know what, just give me the clothes you took from me, I'll just wear those, and also then gather the rest of your things."
"Huh? Why?" I picked up the neatly folded clothes off the table and handed it to him.
"Because you're moving into my room, so this doesn't happen again." He took them and disappeared back into the bathroom.
I blinked a few times, then sighed in relief and smiled a bit. I gathered the very few belongings I had, then met with Black at the door. We headed down to the lobby to check out my room, and as we walked I felt a weight being lifted. It was when Black did things like this, sacrificing his own comfort for my sake, that made me happy.
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"Kyaa!"
Bianca squealed as she felt arms wrapping around her waist and her body being quickly lifted off the ground. In seconds, she was twirling in midair. Her ears caught sounds of chuckles and laughter. The moment she heard that peculiar voice, Bianca immediately recognized who it was. "Touya! Put me down!"
Touya laughed again and placed the dizzy girl down. Holding her hand, he helpfully spun her until she faced him. "Hey babe," The young man said happily, still gripping her hand.
Bianca bit back a smile. She playfully pushed his chest and muttered, "Don't scare me like that."
The brunette breathed a husky chuckle and kissed
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"Sleep, Fafar."
"No!"
"Fafar, you have an important battle tomorrow at 9. Do you want to accidentally burn people – again?" Sarah sighed slowly as the volcano Pokémon shook her head stubbornly.
"No means no. I wanna stay up. I wanna stay up and have fuuun!" Fafar jumped on her nest. With a smile on her face, the starter's fiery mane exploded from behind her neck. "Besides, it's been a while since you came by and visit. So that means more reason for me not to sleep." The Typhlosion grinned childishly and flicked her tail happily.
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"I WILL NEVER SLE
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N wasn't stalking Black. No, that wasn't the case here. He was simply trying to protect the brunette. After all... All sorts of weird trainers were out at night. Excluding himself and Black, of course!
N nodded. It was simply to protect Black and-
was that bug catcher talking to HIS Black.
N frowned and shook his head, didn't the idiot know that Black belonged to someone already. None the less, the trainer was certainly hitting on Black. The same issue had occurred with the boy wearing the glasses that he had seen.
It pissed him off.
The blood in N's body was boiling with rage as the bug catcher affectionately hugg
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`Throws confetti` I had so much fun writing this chapter, it all just flowed out of my fingers as I typed.
Poor Black though.
I had extra editing on this chapter, just in case this chapter sounded strange.
Poor Black though.
I had extra editing on this chapter, just in case this chapter sounded strange.
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love the end of this chapter, can't wait tll the next one. <3