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How can I protect you, when you refuse my open hand.....
As they lead him toward an old warehouse, his expression was plain, unwavering. Kicking down the door, Kyo told us to hurry. Strolling in, I leaned on a far wall, watching Kumo to see his expression. Akihiko walked over to an thin iron rod, using a blow torch to heat the metal until it turn a bright crimson-orange. Kumo rolled up the left sleeve of his bright blue shirt. I had to do something. Fast, here, now! "Stop!" I yelled. Four heads turned my way. "Shit... u-umm. What if.... What if we can't trust him!" I stated, blurting out whatever came to mind. Akihiko took hold of Kumo's arm,"Kumo Nao was apart of our brother group in America, Rythm." He said firmly, glaring at me. Kyo strolled toward me, stating with a mockingly spiteful tone "And may I remind you, that you were not to be trusted, yet you were held down for forced Initiation anyway. I'm sure we can trust Kumo more than you, Hiro Yuu." He turned and motioned for Akihiko to continue. The iron rod was still extremely hot as nii-san pushed it slowly onto the top of Kumo's upper arm. Kumo winced and moaned in pain as Akihiko started to formed the word 'Kurai' in thick strokes. The smell of burning flesh and blood quickly spread, making me gag a bit. A just like that, the symbol was formed and Kumo's Initiation was over. Blood dripped from Kumo's mark, melted skin harded as it cooled around the wound. His expression now turned weak, he looked as though he would vomit. Falling to his knees, Kumo's face hit the concrete floor, gasping for breath. Akihiko, looking troubled, finally broke the silence as he said "Well, fainting is a normal reaction. Kyo and I both did." Kyo continued, "Only Hiro and Kumo have not fainted after getting the symbol." Kumo rolled on his back and grasped the bleeding wound, but quickly yanked his arm away in pain. His breath came short and heavy. "Its obvious he's in pain, and it'll last a little while. But, atleast its over now." Kyo stated, trying to lighten the mood. "Not helping!" Kumo spat. With shaking legs, he rose to his feet. I couldn't stand it anymore. I pushed myself off the wall, strutting angrily to the door. I walked out and down the street, tears briming my eyes. "What idoits!" I sputtered, salty liquid dripping down my cheeks. I couldn't stand seeing people in pain, even people I didn't like. The tapping of feet quickly hitting the concrete came into earshot. Turning quickly, an unwanted face flooded my view. Kaito Lee, the leader of Agana, was strolling behid me, looking smug. I growled. "Well if it isn't my favorite little faggot, Hiro Yuu." He spat at me, the clear saliva landed in a droplet infront of my right shoe. "Hows it going? Still being an ass pirate to Daichi? Or have you too switched positions yet?" I threw back. He glared, "Atleast I know my own sexuality. Your gay, if it isn't obvious! You walk like a girl, you sound like a girl, and your weak, like a girl!" I turned and walked away. I didn't need to listen to him. "If only he knew." I thought. About 9 that night, Akihiko came home. I had taken off 'Hiro Yuu' and changed into a blue and white pajama tank top with light blue lacing and a pair of red silk P.J. shorts. I was hunched over the stove, making Akihiko's favorite and the only thing I knew how to cook, Ochazuke. After we ate, I took a hot bath. Letting the hot water soak my body and hair, I thought of Kumo. That mark would hurt for a month or two. I reached up, touching my own Kurai emblem, and shivered. I knew for experience.
As they lead him toward an old warehouse, his expression was plain, unwavering. Kicking down the door, Kyo told us to hurry. Strolling in, I leaned on a far wall, watching Kumo to see his expression. Akihiko walked over to an thin iron rod, using a blow torch to heat the metal until it turn a bright crimson-orange. Kumo rolled up the left sleeve of his bright blue shirt. I had to do something. Fast, here, now! "Stop!" I yelled. Four heads turned my way. "Shit... u-umm. What if.... What if we can't trust him!" I stated, blurting out whatever came to mind. Akihiko took hold of Kumo's arm,"Kumo Nao was apart of our brother group in America, Rythm." He said firmly, glaring at me. Kyo strolled toward me, stating with a mockingly spiteful tone "And may I remind you, that you were not to be trusted, yet you were held down for forced Initiation anyway. I'm sure we can trust Kumo more than you, Hiro Yuu." He turned and motioned for Akihiko to continue. The iron rod was still extremely hot as nii-san pushed it slowly onto the top of Kumo's upper arm. Kumo winced and moaned in pain as Akihiko started to formed the word 'Kurai' in thick strokes. The smell of burning flesh and blood quickly spread, making me gag a bit. A just like that, the symbol was formed and Kumo's Initiation was over. Blood dripped from Kumo's mark, melted skin harded as it cooled around the wound. His expression now turned weak, he looked as though he would vomit. Falling to his knees, Kumo's face hit the concrete floor, gasping for breath. Akihiko, looking troubled, finally broke the silence as he said "Well, fainting is a normal reaction. Kyo and I both did." Kyo continued, "Only Hiro and Kumo have not fainted after getting the symbol." Kumo rolled on his back and grasped the bleeding wound, but quickly yanked his arm away in pain. His breath came short and heavy. "Its obvious he's in pain, and it'll last a little while. But, atleast its over now." Kyo stated, trying to lighten the mood. "Not helping!" Kumo spat. With shaking legs, he rose to his feet. I couldn't stand it anymore. I pushed myself off the wall, strutting angrily to the door. I walked out and down the street, tears briming my eyes. "What idoits!" I sputtered, salty liquid dripping down my cheeks. I couldn't stand seeing people in pain, even people I didn't like. The tapping of feet quickly hitting the concrete came into earshot. Turning quickly, an unwanted face flooded my view. Kaito Lee, the leader of Agana, was strolling behid me, looking smug. I growled. "Well if it isn't my favorite little faggot, Hiro Yuu." He spat at me, the clear saliva landed in a droplet infront of my right shoe. "Hows it going? Still being an ass pirate to Daichi? Or have you too switched positions yet?" I threw back. He glared, "Atleast I know my own sexuality. Your gay, if it isn't obvious! You walk like a girl, you sound like a girl, and your weak, like a girl!" I turned and walked away. I didn't need to listen to him. "If only he knew." I thought. About 9 that night, Akihiko came home. I had taken off 'Hiro Yuu' and changed into a blue and white pajama tank top with light blue lacing and a pair of red silk P.J. shorts. I was hunched over the stove, making Akihiko's favorite and the only thing I knew how to cook, Ochazuke. After we ate, I took a hot bath. Letting the hot water soak my body and hair, I thought of Kumo. That mark would hurt for a month or two. I reached up, touching my own Kurai emblem, and shivered. I knew for experience.
Chapter 3! 
Sorry it took so long, had a 3 week long mind block! 
Everything (C)
Sorry it took so long, had a 3 week long mind block! Everything (C)
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wow that is so long