Fan Fiction ❯ Life is Cruel ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Life is Cruel, Final Chapter

When I awoke, I was in a new city. Much different and friendlier looking. Nothing like the big city I was used to.

I crawled out of the truck just as it was starting up again. I walked around for a bit, looking for somewhere to stay. Luckily, I had some money with me as well as my bank card. My aunt put money in it almost every month so there was sure to be a lot.

I found myself standing in front of an old apartment building, roughly three stories high and I went inside. I walked into the office of the building's manager. He was probably in his early forties, big with some grey hair.

"What do you want kid?" He asked. He looked up at me from his papers.

"I...I need somewhere to stay." I said.

"So, you want to stay here kid? How old are 'ya?"

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"Yeah it matters."

"...Fifteen." I replied. Then manager let out a laugh.

"And you want to live alone? Why don't you go home, boy. There's no way you can pay for your own apartment anyway." With that the manager started working on papers that were scattered about his desk.

"I don't have a home to go back to." I lied. Well, partially lied. I had a home, but there was no way I was going back. The manager sighed in an annoyed fashion as he lifted his head to look at me.

"Fine, kid." He said, then he grinned. A grin that showed you weren't going to like what he had to say next. "I'll give you a place, on one condition. And this is for three months rent."

"What is it?"

"Come here." The manager turned his old swivel chair and pointed in front of him. I walked around the desk and stood in front of him. Without warning, the man put one of his big hands on my shoulder and forced me to my knees. My eyes widened with realization as he watched the man force his head towards his opened fly and forced my mouth onto his cock. It was just like my brother. I began to wonder if I would ever get away from those kinds of people.

I did.

After the incident with the manager, he gave me three months free in an already furnished apartment. It was nice. There wasn't much for me to do, except buy food, so I went out for another walk to get used to my surroundings. It couldn't hurt to ask where I was either.

As I was walking, I walked past a music store. I was tempted to go in, and I tried to fight it, but temptation won.

I went into the store and walked up to one of the CD samplers where you listen to the CD on the headphones first. To my surprise, it was one of the CDs I had before. I began to sing, forgetting about the people around me. At least until someone came and tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned around and became face to face with a girl who had purple hair and pink eyes. I took off the headphones and placed them back on the hook.

"I'm sorry, did you want to use this?" I asked.

"No actually." She responded. "It's just...You have an amazing voice and my band has been looking for another singer. I was wondering if you wanted to join. Oh, by the way I'm Tsuki." She held out her hand and smiled warmly.

"I'm Zeshin." I shook her hand. "I'd be happy to." I answered.

"Great! You can come now if you're not busy."

"No, I just moved in." I grinned.

"No wonder I haven't seen you before." She smiled. "Come with me."

So I followed Tsuki to a school gymnasium. There I met four others. Tsuki introduced them as Tanosuke the drummer with black eyes and black hair with read streaks. Maiko, the second back up singer and keyboardist with black hair and red eyes. Soshu, one of the guitarists, with purple hair and brown eyes. And then, Shiori the lead singer with bright blue hair, orange eyes and pale skin.

"And I'm one of the back up singers and also the second guitarist." Tsuki said.

"I hope I don't have to play anything." I said.

"Don't worry," Shiori assured. "I don't play an instrument either." She smiled and then the others welcomed me.

As it turned out, the band did fairly well for one that didn't have their own songs. I loved the band. We got paid too so it went into my bank account so I could keep my apartment. I enrolled myself in the same school as them and the six of us were almost always together.

Soon I found that the lifestyle I had, changed. Although I hated the way people back home treated me, I found that on almost every night we had a gig, I was fucking someone in the car, hotel, alleyway, you name it. I would never be on the bottom. I couldn't stand it, but when my brother raped me so many times, he made it so that I couldn't go very long without sex. I never raped anyone. I only went with people that were willing and knew what would happen. I still kept my mask that I picked up from Shiro. The grin that fooled everyone.

A year later I met Shiori's brother, Munemori. He was a year older and slightly taller, but he was beautiful to me. He had pale skin like his sister and bright blue hair with matching eyes.

I asked him out and he accepted. We went out often, but I never slept with him. It was hard as hell and I even made sure I didn't leave with anyone after my gigs.

But one night, I couldn't take it anymore.

It was after one of our dates. I couldn't drive yet, so Munemori always drove. One night I asked him to stop, it was a little ways off the road and he asked me what was wrong. Then I kissed him, hard and deep, guiding him to the back of the car. I was aware of how my kisses affected him. We hadn't slept together, but we made out a lot, and during that time, I could make him do almost anything I wanted.

We made it to the back seat and I was on top of him kissing his neck and removing his clothing.

"Please Zeshin, I'm not ready." He pleaded.

"Sure you are Mune, just relax and you'll enjoy it." I said.

"No, stop!" He yelled. He tried squirmed, trying to get away, but he was weaker than I was. I had grown a little, and had been working out. I easily pinned his arms above his head.

"It won't hurt if you stop squirming." I said. I placed a loving kiss on his lips and I felt him relax. "There, that's better isn't it?" I asked. Munemori nodded.
While Munemori was lost in his thoughts, I had removed both of our clothing and was getting a tube from my pocket.

Munemori was startled out of his thoughts when he felt one of my slick fingers enter him. His earlier fear returned and he struggled to get free. He heard me sigh. And the look of hope in his eyes was almost too much to bear.

"I didn't want to do this, Mune. But you leave me no choice." I reached into my jacket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I noted that Munemori's eyes widened and he struggled harder to get away. But with lightning fast moves, I had the handcuffs on Munemori's wrists and had them attached to the handle on the door. The one that didn't open it.

"Zeshin please . . . I'm really not ready for this. I don't want-" Munemori's pleas were silenced when I kissed him again, the same way I had before. This time I didn't pull back until I had a finger inside him once more. When I felt Munemori struggle again, I pushed his lips apart with my tongue and deepened the kiss. At the same time I put another finger inside him and then another. My fingers began thrusting and I felt Munemori moan in my mouth.

Feeling that he was stretched enough, I removed my fingers and lubed my erection.

I pulled away from Munemori's mouth and panted for a few seconds before reclaiming his mouth and kissing him hungrily. Much more sloppy and rough than the last one.

While I had Munemori distracted with his kiss, I slowly inserted the tip of my cock into Munemori's body. I felt him stiffen, so I kissed him harder, bruising both our lips and with one quick thrust, I buried himself inside Munemori. Munemori screamed in my mouth and started struggling again. He pulled away from the kiss and I saw tears in his eyes.

"How . . . how could you?" Munemori asked. He started crying and I could tell that it wasn't because of the pain. At least not the physical pain. "I told you to stop. Why? Why did you ignore me?" Munemori cried out. I kissed him again gently. I was never the type to help people when they were crying. I wanted to tell Munemori . . . but I was too close to what I wanted to stop.

The kiss was brief, and I pulled away so that our lips were almost touching, and whispered, "I'm sorry." Then I slowly began to move inside Munemori. Munemori's eyes widened then he shut his them tightly while I took him. Gently at first, but then more roughly as I approached the edge. I noticed that Munemori was soon moaning and bucking his hips so that I went deeper.

I wrapped my fingers around Munemori's erection and stroked it to the rhythm of my thrusts which sped up more and more as we both approached our climaxes.

With a few more strokes and thrusts, Munemori came and spilled his seed over my chest and hand. I followed a few moments later and collapsed on top of Munemori.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before I got up and dressed then took a key out of my coat and unlocked the handcuffs. Munemori was soon dressed and in the driver's seat.

I made no move to leave or get into the front seat. I just sat there and contemplated what I was going to say.

"Mune . . . I need to tell you something."

"I'm sorry Zeshin. But nothing you say can make up for what you did to me. Go home. I don't want to talk to you again."

"Mune-"

"Out!" Munemori yelled. I silently obeyed and got out of the car. Munemori quickly started it, and drove away.

"…I love you…" I whispered. Then I walked home.

After that incident, I wasn't really the same. No one else noticed it, but I knew I wasn't. The outside appearance and personality I showed everyone never wavered. But on the inside, I was dull and lifeless. The emotions I showed on the outside were faked so people wouldn't ask me anything.

Munemori and I went to the same school. It wasn't very big so we ran into each other often. My heart broke every time we saw each other. Every time I thought he would burst into tears. I had hurt him so much.

I was no different from my brother.

I regretted what I did to Munemori every day. I never stopped. I wouldn't unless he forgave me and we got back together, which I knew, we never would.

But I have to focus, we have a gig coming up. Shiori said she's convinced someone named Nori to come. I'm not sure who he is, but she says he's a lot like Munemori. I left the conversation after that remark. The gig's at our school, it's the graduation ceremony. I think it's actually our graduation, but I'm not sure. Two years have past since I was with Munemori, and three since I lived with my brother. I was now eighteen, time had past, but not much had changed with me.

I still miss my bunny.

The End...

(Yes, this is the last chapter. If you want to know what happens, read 'Green Eyes')