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Warning/s: Unbeta'ed. Rewritten chapter. I changed some information that would probably affect the original course of the story. I also rated this M-just to be safe. I don't want one my stories to be deleted anymore.
Author's Note: I wrote the original (crappy) Ich bin verletzt last September 2010. And now, after stalling for almost two years, I am now officially rewriting this story as an apology for my readers who have waited far too long for my update. I've been dreaming of this story for the last three months of my sleep-deprived life and I guess that was my cue to write again and finish this story once and for all. The rewritten version would certainly not be error-free – you have been warned (I don't have a beta, you see) but I'll try my best. If you think it is worth reviewing, then by all means, review. And if not, well, let's just say... kjsdfjnsafkakslfmnak.
Kidding.
Summary: Kanda greatly believes that every man is an island. But when a certain young man with a murky past came to his life, all his beliefs were suddenly thrown up in the air. He became instantly interested to the painfully shy and recluse young man who was very different from others. And now, the only one person that he finds himself truly interested with, is the only person who has absolutely no interest in him.
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Prologue
"It's so hard to forget pain,
but it's even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness.
We learn so little from peace."
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
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"P-Please… Let m-me go…"
The boy was squirming, lying particularly naked under a white cloth in an enormous bed inside an unbelievably huge house. His hands were not-so-pretty tied up on the headboard of a bed by a number of smooth and gentle cloths but for the weeping boy, it was like barbed wires that were trying to cut off his wrists.
"Please… Somebody help me…" The sobbing continued. He was practically crying since he was brought here yesterday and it was damn understandable that he looked devastatingly horrible right now with the red and swollen eyes.
He tried to fight.
But there were just too many of them.
His voice was also getting raspy and his throat felt like he was trying to swallow a porcupine.
"A-anyone… Please… Somebody…"
He didn't understand.
He was just walking home from school when he was suddenly surrounded by four tall men, all were wearing black suits. The next thing he knew, he was being suffocated (or at least that was what he thought) by a piece of clothing and then he inhaled something that instantly made him dizzy.
A few more second passed when he finally understood what was happening to him.
And fear crept onto him like plague.
What did they want?
What was happening to him was clearly kidnapping but he didn't have anything valuable in him. He wasn't one of those people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, living gregariously by the comforts of money.
Allen's mind was beginning to get foggy. His eyes were now beginning to drop, his limbs started to betray him.
He needed to get away.
"I... don't have anything in me... please... let me... go," slurring, he tried to convey his message even if he knew it was futile. His sight was also beginning to dim, but he tried to focus it to the people around him. Surely, someone could be watching right now and then, he was hoping they would call for help and then everything would gonna be fine again. He would go home; he would feed Timcanppy, and then study for his exams tomorrow.
His life was pretty boring but he wouldn't want it any other way.
He loved being boring. He loved his tedious life.
He worked in the evening and go to school in the morning.
Really, there must be some kind of a mistake. He was an inert teenage boy, someone who shouldn't be getting any interest from the outside world. He tried so hard to stay hidden – from his prying teachers, from his classmates, from the orphanage.
He didn't want any of their help.
He didn't want to be complacent by their half-assed help again.
He had enough.
When he woke up, he was firmly bounded on the bed where he was lying. His sight was still slightly weak, but at least, he wasn't feeling dizzy anymore.
But the fear he felt before he passed out intensified when he realized that he was now hemmed in some unknown place and no one knew he was here.
"Where... where am I?"
His breathing escalated more when he realized that he was naked.
Why was he naked?
Where was this place?
Whatthehell'shappeningtome?
What, was he going to be sold?
Human trafficking was very rampant even in a first world country like Japan, Allen knew that.
And it was very clever of them to choose him. He who didn't have any relatives, living alone in solidarity. No one would even look for him if he suddenly went missing.
Or maybe there were some people who would notice – his landlady, for example – but they would just probably think that he just went somewhere and decided to never return again.
Then he remembered his school.
Yeah. His teachers would definitely notice. Allen was hoping they would notice.
Then, what?
What would they do if they finally realized that Allen Walker, the lone student, was missing?
They would certainly call the police, and the police, in return, would do a few investigations here and there, and then what?
Allen shivered.
His eyes watered when he finally understood the painful fact that there was really no one who would go that far to know what happened to him.
His hands were beginning to get cold.
The sudden realization made him shiver more violently than before.
He was cold.
He didn't want to be here.
He wanted to go home.
He wanted to go home, please.
Home, he wanted... Go home...
"Please! Anyone!" He tried to shout loudly again. He struggled again and again. A futile struggle he understood, but did anyway until he felt the last string of his consciousness left him.
"P-please…" He felt his heavy eyelids closed – his mind drifted slowly into a numbed consciousness.
Slowly…
Lack of sleep, fatigue and crying overnight is taking its toll on him.
Slowly…
Anyone…
Please…
Let me go…
And he finally, let himself to be drifted away.
He was falling.
And he continued to fall for so long and everything just slowly faded away.
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"How is he?"
"He's asleep again sir," The black man answered politely.
"Good."
"But I do believe that we didn't give him enough sedative that's why he managed to stay awake for the whole evening."
The black man suddenly felt a cold wind touched his back.
His knees shivered.
Then, a cold and deadly pair of deep dark blue eyes that promises pain and anguish stared directly to him. Fear enveloped him. He offended the boss, that he was sure of.
He wanted to run away and immediately leave the room, but he thought that running now would just aggravate his situation.
"Are you, in some way, trying to question my decision?" said the cold, calculating voice.
"N-no s-such thing s-sir," he swallowed hard. "P-pardon my lack of manners, sir." Offending him was the last thing he wanted to do. He would rather insult a madman rather than challenge this man. He bowed before he left the room, his knees were still visibly shaking.
The man returned his gaze into the glass wall of the room. His eyes fell on the deeply asleep boy on the bed.
The boy was impossibly pale.
He was undeniably beautiful.
His long hair – that irrefutably beautiful long white hair.
And that smile.
That was where everything started.
He wasn't really fond of children, and he was no way interested in the same sex, but when his sight captured the lithe and small body of Allen Walker, his flowing silver hair, and that rarely seen smile, everything about him changed.
He became aggravated. He wanted to posses that young boy, bound him, and never let anyone see him again. He knew how other people viewed him and all their licentious stares that they used to mask with their indifference.
He knew how the boy tried to so hard to stay unnoticed and how deeply he was hurt by the rampant apathy he was receiving from others be it in school or in his neighborhood.
Little did he know that the indifference he was receiving were just a mask that people used to cover their hidden desires for him.
Allen Walker didn't know that.
But he knew.
He knew everything about the young man.
The things that could make him happy.
Things that could make him sad.
He knew all of it.
He had been watching Allen Walker for almost a year now after all.
Allen Walker was a rare beauty and they were all afraid to touch him, terrified that he would be crumble right before their very eyes.
They knew that they were not suited to be near Allen and he made sure that everybody understood it.
And those who dared to get closed were all disposed properly.
His thoughts were suddenly cut off when he saw the boy suddenly moved.
When the boy was on the verge of his consciousness not half an hour ago, he saw his eyes glittered with so many emotions.
Powerful yet innocent emotions.
It stirred so many feelings inside him.
Those pair of stunning gray eyes.
He saw the young man's lips quivered while he wore himself out by shouting and pulling his hands off of the bind.
And now, he watched the gentle moving of his chest, indicating that he is now really asleep and resting. He decided to visit the boy in his room and take a look of the situation himself. He will take good care of him from now on.
Never would he allow Allen Walker to be alone and lonely again.
He looked at the sleeping pale beauty again, happiness and possessiveness radiating on his aura. Along with something he can't quite put a finger on flooded on him.
He's mine now.
The boy shifted his body slightly, revealing the pink buds on his snowy chest.
Mine alone.
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TBC
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A/N: And there it was. I hope I didn't fail at rewriting this chapter. Thank you for reading. I'll try to re-upload the next chapters soon.