This story is an alternate universe story. The story line is as followed:
Shuichi Shindou is in his second year of highschool and has problems will non-stop bullying. His best friend Hiroshi Nakano defends him, but is not there all the time because they have different homerooms. The head bully is Eiri Yuki a blond haired terror who is in Shuichi's homeroom.
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My feet slapped the ground in a predictable pattern as I rounded the track. Running was my favorite sport by far. We had a set goal and while I jogged around the track I could let my mind wander. I was on my eighth lap of ten and once I finished I could head inside for a shower. I could hear someone approaching from behind me. I paid no attention. His rhythm was off. His feet slapped the track like some sort of rock and roll drummer. He would fall back soon, I quickened my pace a little because I could hear him approaching. Suddenly an ankle shot out and hooked around mine. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. My rhythm was thrown off and the clay track was coming close and closer. Ideas flashed through my mind, but soon I hit the track without a chance to even cover my face. I lay on the ground hoping whoever had tripped me had already ran ahead, but when I roller over he was still there.
Eiri Yuki.
He was standing there jogging in place. He was huffing a little and the sun bounced off his platinum blonde hair. He was laughing. I wanted to sink into the track again and just lay there until the end of the class, but the thought of more students passing by me and possibly doing something worse terrified me. I pushed myself off the grounds and tried to spit the taste of dirt out of my mouth, but it seemed to have been ground into my mouth. I felt a drop of warm liquid hit my shorts, My lip was bleeding. I wanted to start crying, but I could hear the footsteps of my classmates coming. I could feel the fear in the pit of stomach and it was slowly pushing itself up into my throat. I covered my mouth and began to jog again. My hand was cupped over the bleeding lip, catching the blood and trying to push the chance of vomiting back down into my stomach.
I passed the coach and he signaled for me to stop,
"Shindou! What happened out there?" He demanded
I sighed and studied the coach for a minute "I tripped and Yuki-san waited to see if I was okay"
He coach looked at me and I could tell he did not believe me. "Well, get to the showers"
I jogged inside and as I ran I could hear the catcalls from the other students. They were laughing and slapping hands in victory. I quickly shed the bloody gym clothes and walked into the shower. The warm water felt nice and the taste of dirt finally left my mouth. I quickly lathered my hair in hopes that I could get out of the shower before anyone else could get in.
No such luck. I could hear the door swing open and the excited chattering of the other students. Suddenly they all went quiet.
Something was coming.
I wrapped my towel firmly around my waste and exited the shower. I looked around for my pile of clothing and iot was nowhere to be seen. I felt a rising dread in my stomach and the vomit, which had threatened me before, came back up with a vengeance. My school bag was nowhere to be seen either. Suddenly an unnoticed hand ripped the towel from around my waste and I was thrown up against the shower walls.
Eiri Yuki stepped out from one of the locker rows. He was still wearing his gym clothes and my school jacket was over his shoulders. I could tell it was mine because of the way it barely fir over is broad shoulders. He pulled out something from behind him.
My notebook.
He flipped through a few pages and then began to read. I was cowering against the lockers trying to cover myself while my own words were thrown back at me. Each lyric was thrown back at my and stung me. People around me were hysterical with laughter. They were weak-kneed while the pointed at me or listened to my lyrics. I hated him. I hated my song. Everything was going wrong. No one, but Hiro was supposed to hear that song. He finished that song and moved on to a another one. I started to cry and a few of the students started to leave when they realized I was crying. They didn't want to get in trouble. Yet they did nothing to stop Yuki and his tyranny. I was huddled against the wall sobbed and clod to the bone. I buried my head in my arms. I tried to sing a song in my mind to block out the laughter. Through the cracks in my hands I could see someone standing in front of me. He grabbed my arm and held it in the air like a referee would do for the winner of the match.
"You want to hear more Shindou-chan?" He taunted his words dripped with hatred. His eyes were hard and excited. He had the twisted look of a cat taunting it's prey before the final bite to it's neck ended it's life.
"No.." I coughed out through strangled sobs.
"No? Is that all you can say. My names Yuki! Your going to call my Yuki-sama. Got it. GOT IT?" He screamed. He pinned me up against the lockers. I didn't look in to his eyes. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. He was beautiful. Like a girl, but the hatred made it hard for me to even look at him.
"Got it?" He hissed in my ear.
"Yes… Yuki-sama." I mumbled.
He looked at me and his eyes widened. His hand curled into a fist and his eyes went blank. He still had me pinned against the wall. What was going on? He kept mumbling "No..Stop…No" to himself and then he looked at me. My face was streaked with tears and I felt helpless.
He dropped his hold on my and I dropped to the floor. He took off my jacket and threw it at me. His friend threw my pile of clothing and my notebook. Yuki stumbled away looking severely disturbed.
-Two Days Later-
I wandered slowly through Sakura Park. It was quiet and the sun shined through the branches. After the incident in the locker room Yuki had left me alone. Hiro questioned what happened, but I refused to talk. I had a feeling he already knew. The whole school knew. Underclassmen looked at me with pity and the kids in my grade laughed and did a little dance whenever they saw me. I hadn't been able to eat a bite since then. I stumbled and swerved while I walked, but My conscious stayed aware of my surroundings (Though I was a bit fogy)
I could hear voices in the clearing ahead. I peaked through a large wall of bushes. A tall brown haired man sat on the blanket along with a thin blonde haired teen. I surveyed the scene with interest, but when the teen turned I gasped.
It was Yuki.
The tall man kept taking swigs from a bottle and Yuki sat there looking uncomfortable. The man put this hand of Yuki's knee and he slowly shifted a bit away from him. That made the man laugh. He grabbed Yuki's shirt and unbuttoned a few. Then he pushed Yuki on to the ground. Fear passed through Yuki's delicate face. What happened to the teenager who had been mercilessly tormenting me two days earlier?
The man whispered something into Yuki's ears and he said "Yes, Yuki-sama."
Yuki turned his head off to the side. Our eyes met and his widened. The man continued on and Yuki's face seemed to go blank. Ten minutes later the man Stood up and stumbled away in a drunken stupor. I pushed through the bushes while Yuki still lay on the blanket, staring at the sky.
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Update: I probably could have phrased this part better. What I should have said was "Please critique and tell me what you think because that helps we improve and keep writing (and updating) I was somewhat blunt. Thanks for mentioning it. I hate the idea of writing without other peoples input because I want to improve. Thank you for listening to my rambling