Fan Fiction ❯ Satoru ❯ Pain ( Chapter 4 )

 

July 14, 2021

Sk8er9: Must be a special occasion, you haven't mailed me much. But it's okay. I've been busy

 

Satoru: It's my birthday today; Miki promised me a big present. I don't know what else he could possibly give me after fooling around with me every day after school. I had no idea that 69 was anything other than a number before he showed me.

 

Sk8er9: I still want to fuck you.

 

Satoru: Will you hurt me. I didn't hurt Miki. I don't think I was his first. He wasn't very tight, nothing like you said virgins feel.

 

Sk8er9: How tall are you?

 

Satoru: five foot four, why?

 

Sk8er9: You're small for a mixed guy. How big is your cock?

 

Satoru: I don't know. Miki says it's nice though. He said I taste sweet too.

 

Sk8er9: I always knew you would. I dreamt about you, you know what I did when I woke up?

 

Satoru: Did you jack off?

 

Sk8er9: Nope, I was waiting for my date to come over, so I ignored it.

 

Satoru: Ow, are you hard now?

 

Sk8er9: Touch yourself; we can act like we're having sex. It'll be like a birthday present.

 

Satoru: I've never done that before, not even over the phone.

 

Sk8er9: I'll guide you. Saware.

 

Satoru: This is weird, I should be asleep, it's six in the morning.

 

Sk8er9: I bet you're so tight, if we met, would you let me have you?

 

Satoru: Maybe...what would you like to do to me?

 

Sk8er9: Everything.

 

Satoru: ...

 

Sk8er9: Do you like the way cum tastes?

 

Satoru: oh shit, my mom's awake, I've gotta get to bed. Ja-ne

 

Sk8er9: Happy sweet-sixteen Satoru.

 

 

“Hey Sato-chan, happy birthday,” Kasumi smiled softly as she held a huge tray of waffles and milk over Satoru's head, “breakfast in bed a la Kasumi.” Satoru groaned softly before flipping over onto his chest, “come on Sato, you've got to get something in your mouth to start off your big day,” Kasumi whined, arching an eyebrow at the blush forming on her son's face, “what is it?” “N-nothing,” Satoru lied, happy the sheet covering him hid the bulging erection he had due to the memory of all the things Miki had shown him to do with `his' mouth, and the recent strokes he had given himself in his sleep. He pulled his sheet over his head before getting a sharp kick in his rump, bolting upright, “okay I'm up, I'm up.” “Thank you Mr. Sweet sixteen,” Kasumi sang, placing the tray on her son's lap. Satoru starred at the food hungrily, his mouth watering, “this all for me?” “Of course, your appetite has sky rocketed ever since you became friends with Miki, I'm starting to wonder what you guys do when I'm not around,” Kasumi joked. Satoru blushed softly as he held a waffle between his teeth, `if she only knew.' “Hey, when did you get your ears pierced?” he swallowed his waffle with barely a chew before answering her; “me and Miki got our ears pierced yesterday,” `which is a clever lie for, “the devious and evil Miki pierced my ears in his basement with a lighter and a paperclip”.' He smiled, hoping he hadn't mixed his thoughts with his words on that one, “well . . . okay I guess,” Kasumi sighed before tightening her apron and heading out his room door, “working late again tonight, be good!” Satoru swallowed softly as he listened intently for her foot steps to click down the hallway, exhaling when he heard the door open and then close, placing his tray down and jumping up, his erection having faded away rather quickly. He ran to his closet and pulled it open, looking down as Santa rubbed against his leg, yipping softly, “I know I have school today.” “But who's gonna make me go?” he asked to no one in particular before pulling out a black outfit from his closet, “Miki has some weird taste.” He glanced down at Santa and then to his back pack, repeating the action over and over again before shaking out of it, running to his backpack and kneeling before it. He pulled the zipper open quickly before shoving the clothes inside, turning his head to smile weakly at Santa, “don't tell on me okay boy.”

 

“Took you long enough,” Miki smirked as Satoru met him behind their school, as they had planned, dragging his feet slowly. Satoru groaned softly as he held the strap of his bag, nearing Miki slowly, he hated Miki's sudden skip days but the planned ones were the worst. `I bet someone saw me,' he frowned even more at the thought of being disciplined for the school to see, shocking out of it when Miki grabbed his shoulders. Miki pecked him on the lips softly before smiling brightly, and suddenly all of Satoru's inhibitions were gone, “what's wrong with you birthday boy.” Satoru shrugged before Miki punched him in the arm, “I've got a surprise for you,” he smirked as he pulled out a small flask from his back pocket, “do you like vodka?” Satoru arched an eyebrow as Miki opened it, taking a gulp, “you're kidding me . . . that's my surprise?” “Oh this, hell no, you get your surprise later,” Miki laughed before holding out the flask to him, “sip?” Satoru scrunched his nose at the strong scent of the alcohol before taking it from Miki's hand, pressing it to his lips and taking a swig. He spluttered as the liquid hit the back of his throat, “too strong,” coughing like he was going to die. Miki laughed at him harshly, grabbing the flask from him, “you are such a wuss,” before pressing the flask to his own lips and drinking the hard liquid, blushing softly when he noticed Satoru starring at him “uh . . . sorry.” “Whatever,” Satoru snorted as he walked past him, Miki smiling before following behind him, “so . . . how does it fit?”

 

 

“This is so embarrassing,” Satoru groaned as he hid as best he could behind Miki as they walked through the bathroom of the club they had snuck into, blushing at the various men that kept giving him looks. Miki stopped before spinning around, forcing Satoru to stop in his tracks, blushing softly, “I look horrible.” Miki looked him up and down, black knee-high boots, black shorts that stopped mid-thigh, a black tube-top and a matching black vest, and a black choker, “you look okay to me.” “I do not,” Satoru whined as Miki pulled him over to the sink, pulling out a tube of hair dye from his jacket pocket, “bend,” he was dressed in much the same thing as Satoru, except he had a frilly white dress on and his usual soft make-up. Satoru bent over the sink as he felt Miki's hands run through his hair, sliding the hair dye into his locks with skilled fingers, closing his eyes as Miki turned on the sink and washed his hands before taking out a comb and spreading the dye evenly. Satoru straitened when he was done, checking his hair at all angles, as Miki leaned against his shoulder, “we're perfect.” He glanced over at his friend briefly before Miki clenched his hand tightly, pulling him off toward the exit, the loud music from the club, already drumming his temples. He blushed as he and Miki got a few more looks before a tall guy stood in their way, at least six feet tall which was a vast contrast to Miki's five foot six stature, leering at them. “Hey Miki, do you think your friend would be interested in a little . . .” the guy smirked, a hand running through red hair before Miki smirked back, “my friend's not on the menu Yusuke.” Yusuke smirked before stepping out of the way, leering at Satoru as they passed by him and into the club, pursing his lips in a kiss as Satoru glanced back at him. “What's with him?” Satoru cleared his throat as Miki led him toward the bar, the flashing lights of the club creating a slightly twisted atmosphere as the music thumped the bodies on the floor to life. “Oh, Yusuke . . . he just has a thing for pretty boys,” Miki yelled to him as they reached the counter, “he thinks I'm pretty?” Satoru blushed as Miki flirted with a guy sitting in a nearby school. Miki turned to him to meet shining blue eyes, he smirked before handing Satoru a martini glass filled with blue liquid, “drink up, it tastes like soda.” Satoru watched him as he pressed the glass to his mouth, following suit as Miki tilted his head back and downed the liquid. He smiled as Miki took the glass from him, setting it on the counter, blue gazing into green, “so . . . do you see anyone you like?” “Huh?” Satoru shook out of his trance at Miki's question, “anyone I like?” “Yeah . . . that's your present . . . anyone you want you can have, I'll make sure of it,” Miki smiled sweetly before tapping his hand on the counter, leaning toward the bartender, “another one for my friend here.”

 

Blue eyes watched intently as Miki danced with some random guy on the dance floor, and for some reason Satoru felt fire rising in his chest. He couldn't explain it, but seeing Miki dancing so closely to that man felt worse than anytime he'd seen him flirt with various men at school or elsewhere. “So . . . you a friend of Miki's,” Satoru arched an eyebrow before turning to see Yusuke leaning against the counter, right beside him. He blushed softly before Yusuke sat in the stool next to him, placing a hand on his thigh. Yusuke smirked at him, running his hand higher, fingers grazing right beneath his shorts. Satoru blushed nervously before brushing off the offending hand, closing his legs in the process, “yeah . . . we're friends.” “That's all, I would've thought that you two would be a bit more by the way you stare at him,” Yusuke pointed out, when Satoru turned his eyes to the dance floor again. Satoru blushed as he felt Yusuke's hand graze his arm, “so . . . can I buy you a drink?” turning to meet his eyes at the question. The red head starred at him hotly, something ferocious behind his eyes, promises of pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, but he felt nothing. Satoru inhaled deeply as he slid off of his stool and walked away from Yusuke, his words blurred as he headed toward the dance floor. He exhaled as he neared his target and tapped him on the shoulder, blushing when Miki turned from his dance partner and greeted him with warm eyes. “So . . . did you see someone you like?” green eyes danced with the flashing lights, as he slid his arms over Satoru's shoulders, knotting his fingers together. Satoru nodded softly as he stepped closer to him, wrapping his arms around Miki's waist, tucking his head into the space between jaw and collar bone that was Miki's neck. Miki smiled softly as he slowly began moving his hips to the now slowly pumping music, “if you tell me who it is, I'll go talk to him for you.” Satoru shook his head as he moved with his friend on the floor, the heated bodies around them making it hard to breathe, “No . . . don't leave.” Miki sighed as he relaxed against his friend, “you know . . . if you don't pick someone my plan is-” he was cut off as Satoru's lips pressed against his own, silencing him. `Can't you tell Miki . . . can't you tell that all I want is you,' Satoru thought as he moved his lips against his friend's, eyes closed tightly.

 

 

“Oh my god . . . did you see that scene at the bar?” Miki laughed as he and Satoru headed down the road, Satoru's head leaned against his shoulder exhaustedly. Satoru laughed as well, before yawning, his smile fading as he lifted his head from his friend's shoulder, “we should do that again.” Miki smirked as he slipped an arm around Satoru's shoulder, “are my ears deceiving me or did Satoru Ido just suggest we skip school again and party all night long, next thing you know you'll wanna run away together and join the circus.” Satoru laughed before punching him in the shoulder and running away from him, down the street and then into an alley. He gasped, coming to a full stop as he noticed something in the darkness, “hey Igirisu,” Yami's voice filling his ears as he saw a cigarette light up. “What do you want Tsukino?” Satoru growled before Miki ran up behind him, “there you are Sato-ku . . .”trailing off when he noticed Yami. “Holy shit . . . I always knew you were queer Sendo but, Igirisu, you surprise me, how does it feel when he fucks you in the ass,” Yami smirked as he took a drag of his cigarette, stepping out in front of them. “Just leave us alone Tsukino!” Satoru barked as he noticed about three guys around their age had gathered around them, maybe four. “Sato-kun, I don't like this one bit,” Miki whispered into his ear from behind him. “I didn't expect you to,” Yami smirked before dropping his cigarette, and all Satoru heard was Miki's scream as he felt himself punched in the gut, keeling over and crumpling to the ground in pain. He looked up as he heard soft sobs escaping Miki's mouth before the saw one of the boys grab his friend, and wrestle him off and against the alley wall, “wow Yami, it's just as you said, he looks just like a girl.” “L-leave him alone,” Satoru coughed as he tried to stand up, only to be punched in the face by Yami, his head snapping to the side as two of Yami's friends grabbed him. He kicked out widely as Yami began to pound him with his fists, crying out with each dreadful hit, tears filling his eyes. Miki screamed for them to stop but his voice was muffled in Satoru's ears as they dropped him to the ground, his body limp against the wall. He starred on helplessly as one of the boys who had been holding him walked toward Miki, and grabbed his wrists, pulling Miki to his chest and forcing his lips against the shaking boys. “Don't you love that hair of his,” Yami smirked as he walked toward them before grabbing a lock of Miki's hair and then pulling something else from his pocket. Miki shrieked as Yami began to cut through his locks with a pair of metal scissors, Satoru shaking in anger as his friend's hair fell to the cement of the alley. Miki sobbed softly as Yami held a lock before his face, Miki's hair cut right above his ears in jagged chops, “not so pretty now, are ya?” Miki sniffled softly as Yami smacked his cheek softly, “hey . . . I know what'll cheer you up,” he smirked as the two guys holding Miki each grabbed an arm, and laughed softly, “don't go easy on him Yami, I bet he likes this.” It took Satoru only a moment to figure it out as Yami slowly pushed Miki's dress slowly over his hips and then took the scissors to the biker shorts the boy wore underneath. Miki just starred at him petrified as the sound of his belt buckle slipping from its clasp echoed through the alley along with a few lewd comments. “No, don't!” Satoru yelled as he tried to get to his feet as Yami grabbed Miki's thighs and lifted them onto his waist, “please don't do it, you'll hurt him,” he sobbed before he received a sharp kick to his side. He cried out in pain as he felt kick after kick to his mid section before he heard Miki scream out in pain, his blood running cold. Satoru sobbed as his abuser picked him up and forced him to look as Yami fucked himself into his friend, Miki whimpering softly with each thrust of violent hips. Yami moaned as he rode harder, licking his lips as he laughed, “look I think he likes it, you like it don't you girlie.” Satoru screamed as he was forced to watch, trying to close his eyes only to receive a sharp smack, “stop . . . please stop,” his chest heaving as he cried for his friend.

 

July 17, 2020

Sk8er9: Non l'ho mai incontrato ma l'amo. That's Italian. If you translate it, you'll understand. Write back.

 

 

“Mr. Ido . . . can you follow the light with your eyes please?” Satoru nodded as the nurse shined a small flashlight into his eyes, following as told. “That's . . . it,” he blinked as the light clicked off and she turned to his mother, “he's fine for release, it's just customary that we keep abused patients for three days or so, depending on their injuries.” Kasumi nodded as Satoru slid off of his hospital bed and walked to the bathroom, clothes in hand. Yami slowly pushed Miki's dress slowly over his hips and then took the scissors to the biker shorts the boy wore underneath. Miki just starred at him petrified as the sound of his belt buckle slipping from its clasp echoed through the alley along with a few lewd comments. “No, don't!” Satoru yelled as he tried to get to his feet as Yami grabbed Miki's thighs and lifted them onto his waist, “please don't do it, you'll hurt him.” Satoru blinked back tears at the memories resurfacing, slipping his hospital gown down his shoulders before dressing quickly, pushing the memories back down alongside hot bile. He checked himself in the mirror, brushing black bangs out of his eyes, and as expected he looked like someone who'd been kept in a hospital bed for three days strait. Exhaling he headed out of the bathroom, pausing when he heard his mother speak, “can you tell me what happened to my son?” He held his breath as the nurse froze up for a moment, about to answer before he walked out, “I'm ready.” His mother smiled sweetly at him before walking over to him and slipping an arm around his shoulders, “well, thank you for all your help, Ms. Hinata, hopefully we won't meet again under the same conditions.” Ms. Hinata bowed quickly as they left through the door, Kasumi's arm firmly over her son's shoulders. Satoru remained mostly quiet as Kasumi led him down the hallway, afraid that somehow the sound of his voice would say everything, everything he'd ever hidden from her, everything he felt inside at that very moment. He glanced up briefly to catch his mother starring at him before turning away quickly, starring at the windows to different rooms as they passed by. `Miki?' his eyes went wide for a moment as he could've sworn he saw Miki's form through one of the doors, his empty green eyes watching him through the glass.

 

Kasumi smiled softly as she drove Satoru away from the hospital he'd been in for the last three days, glancing into the rare view mirror to get a good look at her son's face, “so . . . what do you want for dinner tonight?” There was no answer as Satoru glared out through the car window, face pale, drained of all the energy he once possessed. “I-I invited Mr. Kamura over for dinner tonight . . . you remember him,” she smiled sadly, making small talk, “he-he asked to marry me.” Satoru was still silent, blue eyes watching the faceless bodies zoom by, “well aren't you gonna say something?” Still no answer, Kasumi cleared her throat as she reached for the nod of her radio, stopping mid air at Satoru's voice, “Mom.” She stayed quiet as he starred as her through the mirror, his eyes full of emotion, “I love you.” Kasumi smiled softly as she heard his words, her eyes watering slightly, “so . . . what do you want for dinner?” “I'd like sushi . . . lots and lots of sushi,” Satoru forced a smile before turning to the window again.

 

August 4, 2020

Sk8er9: Write me back. We haven't talked in a while. Is everything okay? I'm gonna be in Japan next week. Did you get my last email, its okay if you didn't? I'll tell you when I see you.

 

 

Satoru sighed as he sat through yet another day of lunch alone, Miki hadn't come back to school, or called for more than two weeks and so he sat, eating nothing. He glanced over at Yami's table, anger flushing through him as Yami turned knowing eyes to him, before mimicking the motions of an imaginary blow-job before his mouth. He turned away as he heard the mixing voices of the students behind him, all around him, their voices mixing into n ear-aching void. Blue eyes squeezed closed as he shot up from his seat, grabbing his books before heading toward the cafeteria entrance, blocking out the sounds of accusing voices. Quietly he entered the restroom, stopping in his tracks when he saw a couple of boys by the sink who immediately turned to stare at him. One of the boys smirked before whispering something into his friend's ear, his friend nodding as he gave Satoru an evil look. `Oh no, how could it have gotten out so quickly,' he began to fret before running into one of the stalls, locking it behind him hastily. He listened carefully, waiting until the boys left before unlatching the door and peeping through to make sure they were gone. He exhaled as he finally pushed the door open, walking into the bathroom and heading for the sinks, immediately placing down his books and turning the cold water on. Two pale hands reached under the faucet to catch water before a strong hand clasped down on his shoulder. Satoru spun around to see one of the boys from his home-ec. class smiling at him softly, “oh . . . hi Akio.” The boy's face went from cheerful to serious in a flash as Satoru came face to face with a roll of money, “how much?” Satoru blushed softly, “how much for what?” his eyes showing his plain bewilderment. Akio blushed before turning away, embarrassed, “I-I'm sorry, I got the wrong idea, sorry to bother you.” “Wait!” Satoru yelled, grabbing the back of Akio's shirt, “what were you gonna pay me for?” his eyes dancing softly as he turned Akio to face him. “A-a blow-job . . . Yami said . . .” he trailed off as all the color slipped from Satoru's face, blushing in embarrassment, “I-I'm sorry.” He was about to turn away again before Satoru blushed just as red, “how much money was in that roll you showed me?” “Uh . . . about 30000 yen,” Akio trailed, Satoru starred at him for a moment before starring down at his feet, `with that money . . . Miki and I.' His head shot up so his eyes locked with the chocolate swirls of Akio's, his face red, swallowing all his pride as he let go of Akio's shirt, “where?” “I have a perfect place,” Akio smirked as he grabbed Satoru's hand and led him out of the bathroom, which gave the angel only enough time to grab his books. They seemed to have been walking forever, more like ten minutes when they finally reached. “Is here okay?” Akio smiled as he pulled Satoru into an unoccupied classroom in the senior hallway, fifteen minutes to spare before the lunch bell rang. He didn't wait for an answer as he took a seat and reached for his buckle, watching as Satoru stood in front of him, his face flushed. Satoru starred detached as he watched Akio's member emerge from his fly, glistening with heat, he starred for only a few more minutes before lowering to his knees before his eager classmate. Akio watched him closely as he grabbed hold of the erection before him, teasing the tip with his finger tips, and suddenly it wasn't some weird guy from his home-ec. class sitting in that chair, but Miki. He licked his lips as he bent forward, gently kissing the head of Akio's member, his tongue darting out to slide across the small slit in the tip. Akio moaned softly as he felt Satoru's tongue graze over his head, swirling about before he took it in, his lips closing around the tip. Blue eyes closed gently as he suckled on the smooth head of the member he held in his hand, moaning softly as he slid the cock further into his mouth, bobbing slightly. His other hand rolled up Akio's clothed legs, grabbing the cloth as he sucked, the wet sound of his lips on the manhood echoing through the classroom, alongside Akio's gentle grunts. He replaced the sound with Miki's curses, the same curses he'd said when Satoru had finally learned to do it right, shocked out of it when he felt hands knot in his hair. “Unh . . . feels so good . . . you're a natural,” Akio moaned, eyes closed tightly as Satoru continued his ministrations, the small slurping sounds filling the room.

 

 

Satoru cringed as he entered his house, the taste of some stranger's cum thick in his mouth, sickness overcoming him. He ran to the bathroom, backpack hitting the floor as he dashed, not wanting to throw-up on the carpet, his fears of what his mother may think if she found him cleaning semen out of her carpet greater than the shame he felt at that moment. He was over the basin in a snap as soon as he entered the bathroom, emptying the contents of his stomach, a telltale white clouding the water. Satoru coughed over the toilet before standing and running to the sink, grabbing his tooth brush. He began brushing his teeth, trying to rid himself of the taste, but it wouldn't leave, for some reason, his mouth had never tasted so used when he and Miki experimented in his room. Dirty, that's how he felt, not happy or elated like when he made Miki cum, he felt tainted and the money made him feel worse. But he needed the money, he spat into the sink before rinsing his mouth, straitening himself in the mirror. He blinked when he heard the door to his house open and then close, heavy footfalls heading inside. `Mom's new boyfriend?' he asked himself silently before opening the bathroom door and heading out, walking down the hall to check. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Seiji, or some simple name like that, sitting on their couch, drinking a bear. Seiji saluted him as he entered the kitchenette, Satoru forcing a weak smile, “hello Mr. Shinoda.” “So . . . I heard from your mother you got mugged a few weeks ago, you feelin okay?” Seiji mumbled, Satoru nodded before opening the fridge and ducking inside. He began to shuffle through the contents, listening absently as Seiji entered the kitchen, his socks padding against the floor. He stood up and span around to come face to chest with him, “but that's not really what happened was it Satoru?” Satoru began to fret as the man smirked down at him, running a finger over his jaw, “but, if you cooperate, we can keep your mother thinking that way . . . if you know what I mean.” He glanced side to side as Seiji leered at him before drawing the corner of his mouth into a sneer, “I think I do, but you have to do me a favor first.” He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together for a kiss, one eye sliding open as Seiji leaned down to kiss him, a large smile on his sculpted face, `not in your dreams.' He kneed him hard in the groin, his eyes going wide as Seiji wailed out in pain, falling against a counter and then to the floor. Wasting no time, he ran past him, dodging the arms that grabbed for his form as he left the kitchenette, immediately bolting for his room. Satoru could hear footfalls behind him as he reached his door, twisting the knob and jerking it open. It was a close call as he slammed the door, locking it with shaky hands, and backing away as Seiji's angry fists banged against the wood. “Come on you little whore, open up!” Satoru swallowed hard as he ran to his closet, pulling out a sac, proceeding to rip clothes from his hangers and shoving them inside. He ignored Seiji's yelling as he ran to his drawers, yanking them open before grabbing his clothes, his heart racing. The banging continued as he ran to his window, lifting it and throwing his bag down to the grass below before crawling out himself, a rope tied around his waist and to his door knob. He hung from the sill and starred down before lowering himself down with the rope. `I always knew an escape route would come in handy,' Satoru exhaled as he grabbed his bag and started running, never looking back.

 

“Hey Miki!” Satoru called up to his friend's balcony door before tossing a pebble up to smack the glass, it fell back to the ground to join a pile of discarded pebbles. He sighed as he grabbed hold of the veins leading up to Miki's window, scaling the house slowly, “don't fret princess, your prince is coming to save you.” Blue eyes squeezed closed as he pulled himself over the railing, dropping onto the floor rather clumsily, he looked up to see Miki standing behind the glass. He scrambled to his feet before running to the door, smiling softly, pointing to the handle and mouthing for Miki to open it. Miki starred at him blankly before his eyes scanned the handle, placing his hand around it and turning. Satoru smiled softly before wrapping his arms around him, kissing him on his cheek, “I missed you.” Miki relaxed into his embrace before wrapping his arms around Satoru's neck, “I . . . missed you too.” Satoru pulled away, and starred at him, adding another mark to the days he'd seen his beautiful friend without make-up. He didn't look too different, his hair trimmed and brushed right above his ears, overgrown night clothes hanging loosely on thin shoulders, but he was just as beautiful. “Don't stare,” Miki blushed, placing hands atop his head, “I don't like it like this . . . I look hideous.” For a second he looked as though he would cry before Satoru interrupted his thoughts, holding a roll of money up before his face. Miki looked shocked as he grabbed it, eyes bulging, “oh my god, where'd you get all this money?” “Will you runaway with me Miki?” Miki's face went blank for a moment before he slapped Satoru across the face, shoving the money back into his hands. Satoru looked hurt as he starred into angry green eyes, a red mark covering his cheek, “I.” “Are you crazy? You have no idea what you're talking about do you? What, do you think that we can just pack up our things and leave? Do you think anything will change, honestly, do you?” Miki fumed, his hands balling into tight fists. Satoru starred blankly at Miki, seeing nothing more than beauty in all his rage, his mouth forming around words that would not come. “Nothing gets better Satoru, you know what they told me in the hospital, they said that what happened to me was my own fault, that if I didn't want to be mistaken for a girl, that I shouldn't dress like one. As if it wouldn't matter, like I asked for someone to rape me. If you're gonna run away Satoru, do it now, but don't ask me to come with you,” Green eyes closed as tears slipped down pale cheeks, pink lips pressing together hard, and that was the last Satoru would let himself see before he hopped over the railing and headed back down. He jumped to the ground from the veins, grabbing his sac and running off into the darkness. For the second time in his life he didn't know where he was headed, he'd expected Miki to figure that out, but now he was all alone. How long he'd been running before he met the road he didn't know, but there was no going back as he began trudging slowly in the direction of the train station, his burden draped over his shoulder.