Title: Nobody Likes Me

Summary: As Sunao shows Sora the window he “jumped” out of, repressed and forgotten emotions spring up. Sunao POV

Rating: NC-17 (M)

Nobody Likes Me

/God, his eyes are blue. / I thought, staring at Hashiba. He had just kissed me and all I could think of was the depth of his eyes. I closed my own eyes, turning my face away from him. Pathetic. Why was I letting myself be moved by this jerk? I knew what Hashiba was really like. Kuu-chan had left me when he had been given the chance. He’d just been using me to cope. I didn’t matter. Hashiba didn’t love me.

My eyes popped open as I felt Hashiba’s lips pressing hot kisses along my jaw line and neck. I lifted trembling hands to his arms, intending to shove him away, but somehow my resolve faltered, and I ended up gripping his arms tightly. My mouth fell open, a tiny moan escaping.

The sound of my own voice startled me back to reality and I drew away.

“Yo...ru?” I whispered, my voice shaking almost as much as my hands. It had to be Yoru. Why would Hashiba kiss me like that? Hashiba didn’t care about me, but Yoru loved Ran. Yoru never would have left us behind all those years ago.

“No,” Hashiba said, lifting his head. “I’m not Yoru, and you’re not Ran.” He continued, leaning over me. I fell back, shrinking away from him until I was sprawled on the floor. I gulped, looking up at Hashiba with big eyes. Maybe laying flat on my back wasn’t such a great plan of action.

“Fujimori...”

Especially when there was a horny nutcase bending over me. Reaching up, I grabbed his shoulders. “Hashiba...stop.” I moaned, my eyes closing. He didn’t, and I felt my shirt being pushed away. Hashiba’s lips soon warmed the exposed skin.

I gasped, moaned, and arched up, against my nemesis. I wanted to run, to scream, but I simply couldn’t. Part of me desired this; a piece of me still believed that I was mistaken, and that Hashiba loved me. Loved Sunao.

The kiss continued, drifting lower until Hashiba was sucking on my navel. I dropped my hands from his shoulders. One fell to the floor and curled up. The other I brought to my mouth, shoving the knuckles in to stifle my telling moans.

“Don’t think, Fujimori.” Hashiba instructed gently, running his hand teasingly over the front of my pants. I gasped, mind slowly shutting down as Hashiba wished.

“Hashiba, we can’t-" His lips covered mine as he grabbed my wrists and held them down. I felt the length of his body pressed against my own, and everything faded.

When things came back into focus, I was gone. I was looking at Hashiba’s handsome face through Ran’s eyes. I saw Ran’s hand go up and cup Hashiba’s cheek.

“Yoru...” Ran whispered.

Hashiba smiled, reaching to cover Ran’s hand with his own. “Ran,” He said tenderly, staring down at me, at Ran, with a look that I’d only seen him give the kids. “I want to see Fujimori. Yoru isn’t coming out.” He explained, his voice soft.

I felt Ran pout, and then I felt him shoving me forward. Panicked, I clung to Ran. /No! I can’t face him/ Ran didn’t seem to care, and he next thing I knew, I was under Hashiba again.

“Fujimori.” He said, and leaned down to bite a nipple. I let out a scream, throaty with pleasure and anguish. Hashiba smiled around my nipple.

“Hashiba...” I started, mind hazing as he pushed his caresses southward, “You...why are you...you’ll hate me tomorrow. Ah!”

I shut up as I felt Hashiba’s soft lips close around my erection. My body vibrated, warmth and passion flooding me.

Hashiba drew back slightly. “I would never hate you.” He whispered, his warm breath tickling the tip of my penis. Oh god.

And suddenly, I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care that Kuu-chan had left me, didn’t care that Nanami-chan and Nii-chan had left me behind, or that I was about to hurt them all. The only thing I cared about was Hashiba’s warm body pressed so tightly against my own.

I sat up hastily, shocking both Hashiba and myself. I quickly pushed his jacket away with single-minded determination. Soon, Hashiba was as naked as I was.

I wasted no time. I pushed Hashiba down and straddled his hips. He looked confused, yet through the confusion was a gentle expression, almost loving. I glared half heartedly. Love?

Hashiba only wanted to hurt me. This couldn’t be real. Before Hashiba could stop me, I positioned my body over his penis and slammed myself down.

I screamed, arching my back. The pain was more than I had anticipated, and it took my breath away. I sat there, clutching at Hashiba tightly as ragged sobs racked through my body. The pain was intense, but it was all I could do.

“Fujimori! Fujimori!” I felt Hashiba panicking against me, hands tugging at my hips, trying to get me off of him. I steeled my body, not allowing Hashiba to push me away. He couldn’t let go this time.

The blood was pooling on Hashiba’s stomach and thighs. I groaned gently as he wiggled underneath me, fighting to shove me away. He stopped moving when he heard me, realizing that it was causing me more pain.

I smirked. “As if hurting me ever bothered you before, Kuu-chan.”

“Fujimori...”

I slapped him. I think it surprised me more than it surprised him. He laid there, those gorgeous blue eyes wide. I was frozen, my hand hanging still in the air.

We stayed like that for several minutes, neither moving as he stood. I regained composure first and lifted my hips, slowly sliding off of his penis, inch by inch.

His face was both tense at the pleasure, and relived that the pain would be gone from me.

I waited until only his tip was left inside of me before I slammed back down.

“Fujimori!” Hashiba’s scream mingled with my own. I kept moving up and down as Hashiba yelled. I kept doing it, the pain flooding me each time, making me writhe. I did it until my blood was dripping onto the floor, staining our bodies crimson. Like our souls.

I didn’t stop as Hashiba screamed, I couldn’t stop. I could handle this type of pain. I understood this kind of pain. It didn’t scare me.

“Fujimori, stop!” His voice was strained and I grinned. It was hurting him that he felt so good while I was torturing myself. Served him right.

“Sunao-kun!” Before I had time to react to the deepened voice, I was pushed away by strong, purposed arms. Quickly, distance was put between us by him. Yoru was breathing harshly, staring at me through narrowed eyes.

I curled up under Yoru’s eyes, my body slowly starting to tremble. “I’m sorry, Yoru.” I mumbled.

I heard Yoru sigh, and then I felt ha hand on my head. I shook, curling up tighter, until my knees were under my chin. I bit my lip to keep from crying.

“I know.” Yoru whispered. And then I was gone. Ran sat up, letting the tears flow out as he threw himself on Yoru.

“Yoru, it hurts!” He sobbed. Yoru hugged Ran tightly, kissing his hair, his forehead tenderly.

“I know, baby.” He whispered. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

And then I let go, giving Ran and Yoru their time together. I was going to ruin their lives soon as well, so I might as well let them have this moment. Inside of my self, I started to cry.

End