Warnings: this story will contain rape. I'm sorry if you can't read anything like that and I know non-consensual sex is usually taken lightly on FanFiction.

I don't own Kateikyoushi.

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I know, I was watching you carefully.

-x-

"You're moving again? You can't; you've only been there two months."

Kyouya sighed in response to the concerned tone within her voice. He viewed it as inappropriate, the attachment she had to him was unnecessary. It wouldn't have existed if he hadn't been adopted by her family when they were young. Although it wasn't legal, the bond that they shared as children was adequate to replace his own parents. "I'm not running, Nagi," he replied, his voice curt, "I'm not comfortable here." The brunet flexed his fingers, peering down at his calloused flesh while the other gripped the device held to his ear.

"Why?" She sighed.

"There's too much crowding." The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. "Not even I could deal with living here," he said monotonously. "Before I know it, I'll become a herbivore, too."

"Kyouya," Nagi started before pausing, taking in an audible breath. "Can't you at least finish the school year? You know nothing's happened before. It's just you being paranoid."

"It is not in my head," Kyouya hissed. As he noticed his fingers had curled into a fist, he raised them to run through the ebony strands of his hair. A sigh slipped through his lips as they ran through the dark tresses, his eyelids closing in the process. "I'm not weak."

"I didn't say you were!"

"Your tone implied it," he retorted, pushing himself up from his bed. The room was bare—only the necessary furniture was inside, the air within the room awkward. It seemed more like a show home throughout his whole apartment; the kitchen was still pristine, the condition of the bathroom, too. The brunet could feel the hairs across his body standing up at random points when he was inside. Within the confines of high school, the shivers down his spine appeared to cease, yet they would reappear in an instant similar to retribution.

"I know you don't like settling down. That's why you stayed with me when we were growing up, right?" Nagi's voice was soft despite the weight within her words. "Because my family moved a lot. It's not that you got attached."

Kyouya frowned. "Of course; I'm not a fool."

She laughed softly, the musical sound emitted from the speaker. "You're never going to get tied down, are you?" He didn't need to answer her question, it was rhetorical. They both knew the answer. "Where are you going this time?"

"Across town," he announced, placing stray articles of clothing within a black messenger bag. With every time he moved, usually to a different apartment within the same two or the next, his baggage was decreasing. He had to wonder what his load could have been like a few months in the future, whether or not he would need to invest in a small bag. The brunet's inheritance he received from his dead parents was proving helpful. Although he wasn't eighteen, instead a ripe age of seventeen, he'd swindled his way into clutching the vast amounts. "Another apartment."

"You're not going to let me visit you." It wasn't a question.

"No." Kyouya smirked. "I'll still see you at school, Nagi."

He closed the last drawer, no sadness reflected within his obsidian irides as he scanned the room. He slammed the door shut after him, his expression unwavering as he left the building. It didn't feel right to live there anymore; although it had been a mere two months, it was longer than his last apartment.

The brunet ran a hand through his hair as he stepped out, peering up at the sun blaring above him. "Another month," he murmured.

-x-

The sky was stained a dark shade of blue when Kyouya had finished moving into his new apartment. It was much like the old one; far too clean and untouched by his personal things. His clothing hardly filled up more than one drawer. He'd quirked a thin eyebrow at first, from noticing his lack of clothing, before shrugging his shoulders. He still had an appropriate amount; for school, he simply had to wear his uniform. It was easier if he wore it outside as well since it saved washing. There was no washing machine or dryer inside the apartment—just like the others—meaning he would have to make himself vulnerable to wash his clothing. Stepping out into the open for a certain amount of time and feeling the eyes on his body.

Kyouya refused to believe it was all in his head. If it were, when he started high school he would've been normal. Simply glaring at anyone that got too close, trying to pry Nagi off of him so she wouldn't become discriminated and then skipping lessons on top of the rooftop. When he first went up there, it had felt great. The breeze that travelled through on the regular basis was relaxing. Yet, as he laid himself out on top of the ground, he would shudder. It was the first time he'd felt that someone was watching him and it didn't cease until he walked inside.

The brunet sat himself on top of his new bed, the springs digging into his backside uncomfortably, as he crossed his arms. Kyouya was in his last year of high school. His resolution was to endure it for a few months, still moving across town before he moved somewhere else completely. Maybe a different country, just to clear his head. A loud sigh slipped through his lips as he pushed himself up from the hard mattress.

"Imagination," Kyouya spat out bitterly.

A shiver ran down his spine, just a small trail of coldness, as he approached the window. His eyebrows were raised as he observed the view, noting that there was a particularly suspicious tree planted outside. It could have come in useful in the future—the branches that were dangerously close to his window proving handy. He eyed them carefully for a few moments, resisting the urge to see if he could climb out to stand upon the branches already. They seemed to have been almost reaching out to him, the angles peculiar.

While shaking his head the brunet slammed the window shut, inwardly grimacing at the squeak the hinges produced. He made sure they were locked, not a breeze could get in, while pushing against the glass pane to see if it was a faulty lock. Satisfied that it was enough, Kyouya checked to see if the other windows were locked, too, before advancing towards the front door. There was one lock upon it, not a deadbolt or anything remotely similar. Only a small bar of metal that he had to slide across to gain privacy. As he moved the piece of metal, he decided to invest in some more. At least three, just to prove he wasn't being paranoid. It was normal to want safety.

The next moment, his hands were curled around the metal of his tonfas. He made sure they were in good condition with no droplets of blood upon them. Kyouya's lips curled into a smirk as he stashed them within his school jacket, within the pockets he'd sewn when he was in middle school.

-x-

"Nagi," Kyouya called sternly, not turning to look at the female beside him. "Stop staring at me."

Nagi stuck her bottom lip out, an action similar to a pout while her eyebrows knitted together. She was worried; Kyouya was usually distant from her, from everyone in fact, but that day he was worse. She blinked briefly, her violent irides becoming covered by her black lashes before she looked at him curiously again. There were small bags under Kyouya's eyes and his eyes were partially bloodshot, too. She had to be tactful about asking what was wrong—although he had muttered something his breath before, a statement similar to someone staring at him, out right demanding to know was dangerous. He would become angry, taking her concern the wrong way. It had happened when they were younger, too, meaning that Nagi knew when to stop talking. She didn't speak often, instead staying quiet when other individuals approached her, but it was different with him.

"You had some fluff on your face," she lied, pivoting in her seat to face the front the next moment.

He grunted in response. "Hn."

Kyouya stopped living with her when they were in their last year of middle school. He was fine, healthy and the same arrogant male as usual. He refused to let her visit him, though, something that didn't cease to bother her. Nagi moved her hand up to sweep her chin-length bangs out of her face, the strands blurring her peripheral vision so she couldn't peek. Her parents didn't mind that he didn't visit anymore. They were fine with it; they had expected as much.

When she noticed that Kyouya was becoming restless through high school, his skin somewhat paler while he became agitated easier, she knew something was wrong. He was just too proud to admit it.

The question she wanted to ask came out wrong. "Do you need me to make you lunch?" It was more along the lines if he needed to be with her still, to trust in someone.

Kyouya's answer was immediate. "No, I don't." He'd caught the hidden meaning. "You're a herbivore, Nagi."

Although the comment stung, she chose to force a laugh. "That hurt."

"The truth's a bitch." He snorted.

She decided to look from afar for awhile, but the moment his health deteriorated more—surely to his own chagrin—she'd attempt to help. Even if he thought it was out of pity. "Yeah," she agreed softly.

-x-

Kyouya threw his bag down onto the floor, sliding the small bar of metal across to lock the door quickly. His lips were curled down into a frown as he shook his arms in an attempt to shake off the blood. It had been sprayed across his uniform, a droplet landing on his face at some point. He wiped the back of his palm across his cheek, sneering at the scarlet liquid, before walking towards the bathroom.

The light was turned on quickly before the brunet turned on the shower. The water was running loudly, the droplets splashing across the white tiles as Kyouya ran the tap. He wiped his face briefly, the temperature of the water draining the drowsiness from his expression before he looked up into the mirror. His bangs were limp from the water, falling down to just below his eyes from the weight of the liquid. He grimaced at his complexion, the smeared blood across his cheeks standing out more than usual. As Kyouya pulled back to reach for a towel something caught his eyes.

Usually it wouldn't have been anything significant, only a small sparkle within a shining bathroom to the right of him. Yet he hadn't moved any of his belongings in there. His narrow eyebrows slanted down in confusion as he turned around. He remembered where he'd spotted it; coincidentally on top of the door frame, facing the running shower. Kyouya frowned before dragging a chair from the kitchen—which he surely wouldn't use—and climbing up.

The brunet was on eye level with the top of the door at that moment. He trailed his finger along the wood as his eyes looked across, checking to see if there was a stray piece of glass or anything remotely similar that could have caught his eye. When his finger stopped, something in its path and stopping the movements, he turned his head curiously.

A small camera was placed on the wood, tape around the bottom to keep it attached. Kyouya blinked in disbelief, his expression soon outraged as he pulled the camera off. He held it in his palm incredulously, staring at the small device as a small red light was flashing below the lens.

That meant that it was still on. That it was still recording what it was seeing; that Kyouya's outraged expression was being seen by whoever had placed it there.

He crushed the device within his hand, the pieces being placed within the sink the next moment. The water sprayed over the wires and other parts, efficiently causing the glow of the red light to decrease. A small spiral of smoke came out from the camera, a spark being produced, too.

"Imagination my ass," Kyouya growled.

-x-

AN: haha, this is really different to my normal stuff, isn't it? Third person, page breaks, no Dino and actual plot...