I do not own GX and this is purely a story written for fun.
Chan: ok I've been having a bad time recently. A really crap time to be honest. This is an idea that had been circling in my head for quite a while and in an attempt to take my mind off the things depressing me, I wrote a depressing fanfic! Yay!
Warnings: yaoi (boy/boy), swearing, Chazz sleeps around a bit but I am not going too graphic.
Parings: Satorious/Chazz, some others/Chazz. Eventual chazz/jaden.
That's all for now but there might be some more warnings as the story progresses. Enjoy and leave a review!
Slut
Chapter 1
Normal P.O.V.
'Slut'. Chazz froze to the spot. Surly he was imagining it. 'Slut'. No. There it was again. A different voice but the same word. He started to walk again, pulling his bag tighter to his shoulder. He kept catching glimpses out of the corner of his eye. Someone laughed. Another person nudged his friend.
'Slut. Slut. Slut.' Someone had started to hiss the word like a chant. Chazz started to walk faster but just when he thought he'd be out of earshot the boy started chanting louder, his friend joining in. more people started to get the idea and started yelling too. The same word, over and over and over.
'Slut, slut, slut, slut, slut, slut, slut!' each word was like a knife in Chazz's stomach. He was really running now, almost as though he hoped he could run right out of himself and become someone new. Someone reached out to grab him but he dodged only to have someone else stick out their foot.
With a crash he fell to the floor, his bag flying off his shoulder and spilling open. Loud, scornful jeers sounded when what was inside was revealed. The boy's clothes and personal belongings.
"He's trying to get away, again."
"Coward as well."
"Whore."
"Slut."
Chazz let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan. His hands scrabbled desperately, trying to gather his things together only to have them snatched up and thrown around and held over people's heads where he couldn't reach. And then, just hen he was confident things couldn't possibly get any worse, he felt warm breath on the back of his neck.
Slowly, with a sense of both dread and anticipation, he turned to face who was kneeling behind him. Piercing blue eyes met terrified grey ones.
"Hello there, Chazz." The older of the two barely even raised his voice above a whisper. He took in the scene of Chazz's things scattered around. "Not trying to run are you?" all Chazz could do was shake his head. "Good boy."
The taste of acid rose to Chazz's mouth as his tormenter reached out and picked up one of the shirts that hadn't yet been snatched up. He raised it to his own face and inhaled deeply before smirking sickly at Chazz.
"Y-Yes, Master Satorious."
"Don't start with that 'master' crap." He stood up to tower over and further intimidate the ex-obelisk. "They're right. You really are a slut."
This was enough for Chazz. Abandoning his possessions completely he leapt to his feet and ran. He ducked past Satorious, throwing his arms up to cover his face as things stated to fly through the air at him. people were throwing things now!
He made it into the boys' toilets and into one of the stalls. Tears started to run down his face, unchecked now he was behind closed doors. The laughter and taunting could still be heard but he just blocked his ears with his hands as he cried.
Everyone in the corridor outside had found that amusing. All except one. A boy with brown hair and a red jacket was watching out of the shadows as the whole scene unfolded. He'd wanted to do something. He felt so confused…
What on earth had Chazz done to deserve that?!
End Chapter
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