--Title-- Thorn of Rose

-- Author -- Daimon Minerva

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-- A/n = This may or may not be an odd type of story. I haven't written one in such a long time. Yaoi. Yes kiddies, another fantasy of male/male relationships. Can't we all just love them? I do. Especially hot bishounen...nevermind. Hehe. Hope you like this story, been a while since I've written a slash story. Hm... This is a fantasy/reality story. Some of the words used are from the present, which may offend some readers. I just want to bring a painful reality, and how it could escilate*spelled that wrong* into something..worse, if we are still homphobic against who loves who. Made me feel uncomfortable writing..oh well, I just thought to make this story. Enjoy.

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-- Chapter -- One

-- Title -- Hello Stranger

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"Eric! Where the hell are you going, little bitch?!" A voice crowed.

A tall, skinny young man of about sixteen, ran as fast as his legs could take him and sweat beaded on his body. He wore loose fitting clothing and he was glad he had.

"Come on little faggot! Slow down!" Another voice chided.

The skinny boy slowed and took a sharp left turn, tripping into the bushes. He rolled down a hill and didn't utter a sound, his voice seemed to be lost from running. His body was like a light log rolling down the hill and he came to a stop at the bottom. Laying still, he listened for anything and his breathing even grew quiet. His grey eyes searched his surroundings and he sat up slowly, leaves falling from his black hair that was cut short. His jeans were ripped from branches catching them and he pulled his knees up to his chest. His body trembled as he heard the rustle of leaves and the sound of metal hitting tree trunks. "Sticks and stones," he whispered, "may break my bones...but words will..never hurt me. Sticks and stones...sticks and ston-"

He flinched back as something shot out from the woods and hit him square in the middle of his forehead. The sound that came from the rock which hit his head sounded like a twig being snapped and Eric placed a hand to his throbbing skull as it bled.

"Come out and play, Erica!!!" A deep voice taunted.

Eric scrambled to his feet and took off like a shot, but he wasn't fast enough. A pair of strong, muscular arms came around him and he hit the dirt face first. His mouth filled with soil and leaves, even a few bugs that were crawling around. "Where you going buddy?" The guy who tackled him asked while pinning him.

Eric coughed and the dirt spread over the ground again. The guy on top of him laughed and placed his knee in the middle of Eric's back. "Hey, Andrew, hand me the bat!" He called over his shoulder.

Eric's eyes widened as he heard the rustle of leaves.

"Knock him fuckless?" A different voice asked with amusement hot on his tongue.

"I'll do better than that, Drew," the guy on Eric's back laughed.

"Dave, just let's hurry the hell up," a voice that was less deep than the others said.

Dave frowned and turned his head to look at the three guys behind him. "Will you shut the fuck up, Jesse! You didn't have to come queer hunting with us, you could have stayed home and beat off to some fucking magazine. Shit.."

Eric felt the tears begin to build up in his eyes and he tried his hardest not to cry. They dropped to the ground and Dave chuckled, which made it clear he saw the tears. "Look, I made her cry!" Dave croaked.

Two laughs came and Dave took a bat from a blonde guy's hands. "This will only hurt for a second, Erica," Dave coo'd.

Eric's eyes snapped shut when Dave raised the bat and Eric waited, but nothing came.

"What the f-"

There was a sound of a snap, like a limb being snapped in two and Eric didn't want to open his eyes. There was the sound of a gunshot and then a wizzing sound. The weight on Eric vanished and he coughed, his breath finally returning to him. He laid still and waited. Nothing happened for a long time until a hand grabbed the back of his shirt and lifted him up to his feet. "Stand up, kid," an older, deeper voice ordered.

Eric found his footing and opened his eyes to come face to face with a stranger. This guy looked around forty five and a cigerette was between his lips. He wore a pair of khakis, a black tunic and a short sleeved t-shirt underneath that was white. His eyes were faded blue and his hair was black, but with specks of grey. Eric was speechless for a few minutes before the older man took a long drag of his cigerette and blew smoke up towards the sky, then spoke. "You let them beat the living shit out of you like that, kid?" He asked, he had a slight german accent, but it seemed he was more american.

Eric opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it and swallowed hard. He shook his head and the older man placed the cigerette between his lips before he folded his arms over his chest. "Can't talk or something, kid?"

Eric frowned. "I can talk, but I just had my face slammed into the dirt and got a mouthful of it. So why don't you-"

"Kid, I advize you not to piss me off. Now get rid of that fucking attitude before I get rid of it for you," the older man snapped.

Eric clenched his hands into fists and the tears poured from his eyes. "You come out of nowhere and think that it's alright to just fucking boss me around! I'm sixteen and not ten anymore, I don't need you around anymore, Jake!" He yelled.

The older man allowed a crooked grin to form on his lips and the cigerette bobbed between his lips. "Looked like you needed me then, kid. You were going to get a bat in the back of your neck and if I didn't step in like I did, you would be laying there convulsing from a severe injury. I suggest you lose that attitue before opening your mouth again or I'll give you the ass whopping your father didn't give you and you'll learn to watch your tongue."

"He was scared as fuck, Jake, give the kid a break," a younger voice said from behind Eric.

Eric turned around and out of the corner of his eye was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen. He wore an outfit like Jakes', but the one he wore was more form fitting and showed every muscle that a man should show. His jaw was strong, his hair a deep maroon with orange streaks and his eyes were an azure blue. A tattoo was on both of his biceps, a cross and an axe on one side. While on the other was a skull and a dagger. His left ear was pierced all the way up and his rook was pierced. His lip was pierced on the bottom middle and his right eyebrow was pierced twice. He walked like an army commander would, his chest out and posture perfect. He looked the part of a machine, but more animated and gave a quick smile at Jake before turning his attention to Eric. "Right?" He asked.

"I-I uh...u-uh," Eric stammered.

Jake laughed and caught his small cigerette before it fell. "Spencer, you have got to stop sneaking up here and surprising all the kids. Good aim though for the one on Eric's back, that sniper practice did you good, son," he said.

"Shut the fuck up, I could have nailed all three to trees," Spencer retorted.

Eric turned to where he had been and saw nothing on the trees or ground. He turned to the other men and Jake frowned. "Chicken fuck, you were supposed to come back earlier and you end up here getting the shit beat out of you. I thought your dear daddy taught you better," he snapped.

"Hey old timer, settle your ass down and save it for later," Spencer said and another smile,one that made Eric melt, appeared on his lips, "He's riding in front with you on the way home anyways."

"Fuck no he isn't, Spencer!"

Eric looked at the two and they looked at him. Jake sputtered and chuckled for a while as Spencer scanned him over, making Eric blush a hundred hues. "He'll ride next to me, old man," Spencer said and placed his arm around Eric's shoulders," don't worry, kid, you'll be back home and see your mother again. Plus your sisters, they've grown a lot these past hundred years."

The three exited the forest and a huge castle that floated above the ground waited for them. A giant falcon stood nearby with a sort of saddle on its back and it made a sort of rumble sound when it spotted Eric. He smiled and reached up to touch the beak. "Hey Aviar," he said quietly before the two men guided him to the step ladder.

The falcon rose to the sky and headed for the castle in the sky that looked like a giant rose with thorns coming out of the bottom.

=== to be continued.... Oooh! What does this mean? O_o;; Stay with me till chapter ____