A/N: This is just a story that came to me and I just wrote it as a spur of the moment thing...

School Story

“How exactly did you come into his line of work?”

“I was a gorgeous boy. I was beautiful. My parents knew it, the people around me knew it and I knew it. I was prettier that any girl and almost always twice as graceful. I was brought with distinction and class. But even though my exterior appearance could not have been more wonderful I was a very unkind person. But I am getting ahead of myself I think I should start at the beginning...

“Well, I went to an all boys school. It was the kind of place where everyone had something special about them. We all lived in these fancy dorms and nobody had to share a room. We went on school field trips to places like Kyoto where we would stay at these fancy hotels and complete with teas ceremonies and useless shows like that. Most of us had good backgrounds and came from wealthy families. But there were also some boys that went their on scholarship but you had to be really good at something. So it was either you were a genius or your family was rich. I belonged to the latter. My family was rich and they could afford me to go to a place like Amanogawa Academy. But I didn't mind really. I mean I really couldn't imagine myself going to an ordinary state school. So I went to a prestigious school where you needed an unimaginable amount of talent or a unimaginable amount of money.

“Well so I got in all because my parents had made a reasonable donation to the school. But I didn't really care at the time. School was just something that was expected of me. I mean I just thought that I would go to school learn up a bit and after I graduated and finished all the useless things I would take over the family business. That was the reason that I didn't take my studies seriously. I was the kind of person who would slack off, come to school late and skip classes. It was all the same to me. I mean with the donations my family made to the school I didn't have to be worried about being kicked or anything like that.

“As I said before I was a beautiful boy. Even at the academy I attracted attention. People who stare at me in amazement almost unable to believe that someone like me actually walked on this earth. I would always be praised and stared at. This made me very happy and in the end stuck up. I knew that I had this power. I could control people and manipulate people to do almost anything I wanted. I was a great actor. All I had to do was a pout a little or hint something casually and in the end I would get my way. I would always get my way.

“Anyway being as attractive as I was, despite my school being an all boys schools, I would get confessions like crazy. Every method I can think of was used on me. I got flowers with these flowery love notes telling me I was as beautiful as a rose and that the writer would die if he couldn't be with me. I also got approached by complete strangers it would go something like 'Hello My name is Hiro Tachibana from Class 2-B. I like you very much. Please go out with me'. I even had this one guy who wrote me a song and played it during our school assembly. It was a horrible song. But whoever it was that happened to confess to me I would always do the same thing. Without any hesitation I would cruelly reject them. Sometimes I would even laugh at them. I mercilessly broke the hearts of countless guys at the school. But I didn't care one bit. That was the type to person I was, selfish and cold-hearted. I wouldn't do anything unless it benefited myself.

“Well it just so happened that I managed to attract one of he most popular and rich guys at my school. His was wealthy, he was very handsome and he was well liked around the whole school. He was also a star basketball player so not only was he rich but he was talented. So when he confessed his feelings to me, I hesitated. I thought to myself that I could use someone like him. So I ended up accepting him. Of course we didn't tell anyone about our relationship.

“After that I all goes downhill from there. I had these treacherous plans to manipulate my boyfriend. I was a horrible person and I bet he knew it too. But he was hopelessly in love with me. No matter how selfish or harsh I was he would always forgive me. But not everyone else. In my time at the school I had made a lot of enemies. There were people that wanted to bring me down.

“Then it happened one day. I was invited to a drinking party. I thought nothing of it and just thought the boys admired my beauty. I ended up going as a spur of the moment decision. The party was taking place in one of the other boys room. I was greatly disappointed because there weren't a lot of people about 7 boys drinking. I thought that I would have a drink or two and then make up an excuse and leave. So they gave me some red wine and I drank it without hesitation. After I had finished my drink I started to feel strange.

“After that I was gang raped. I don't know how many times I was entered that night. I don't know how many times I have forced to suck those guys off. I don't know how many times I came that night. It was the worst night of my life. I was being used like sex toy for these guys while they inserted sex toys in me. It must have gone on like that until morning. I was carried to my room and then before the guys that raped me left they said that if I ever said anything to anyone they would spread the pictures of me they had taken while they raped me

“I was devastated. I didn't know what to do. I started to act strange. Even my boyfriend noticed the sudden change in my behavior but I told him nothing. I told no one anything. Whether they meant to or not the pictures of me eventually spread around the school. The pictures of me being entered, the pictures of me finishing off several guys with my mouth, the pictures of me with sex toys inserted inside, all the pictures spread and before long everyone had seen them.

“My boyfriend also saw them. He was angry. I don't know who he was more angry at me or the people that raped me. You see my boyfriend and I hadn't had sex yet. He was distraught that 7 guys got to hold me before he did. Before long we eventually did it and not long after that he broke up with me. He said something like 'I can't be with you anymore. I just can't be with you anymore.'

“Everyone else was just as bad. As I walked passed everyone who send evil looks my way of they would be called names like whore, slut and fag. If not that I would be felt up by some random guy and be told something like Nice Hips, I'd sure like to see them in action or some other perverted comment.

“Before long I didn't care anymore. My reputation was ruined and everywhere I went I was known as the school tramp. Things were already like that and they wouldn't change so I just gave up. So after a while when guys went to me and tried to get it on with me I said I would if they were willing to pay. As I said before almost all the guys in our school were rich so most of them agreed to it. At the time it wasn't that I really needed the money or anything but I wanted to see I much I could make selling myself. So the guys would take me to some fancy hotel where I had sex with him for money.

“By that time I was actually pretty good at it. I already knew the basic. I knew how to suck a guy of effectively and I knew how to move my waist well. It was all about polishing my skills at that point. Then after some number of guys I became good, real good. I actually had some regular customers. I made more money then I had initially thought. Of course I kept the money hidden away.

“So while I was off prostituting myself I had no idea what was going on in the outside world. As it so happened my father was charged for fraud and tax evasion. I don't know if it was true or not. But my father was the kind of man who refused to go down like that. So he took the cowards path. He killed himself. He shoot himself in the head. It wasn't long before my mother killed herself as well. She overdosed on some drug.

“After that I was left with almost nothing. They took away my house and most of my family fortune which I was given a very small amount of. So I did the only thing I could do. I purchased a small house which I paid for with the what little money I got from my parents fortune and what I had made selling myself .I had very little talent as I told you before I never took studying seriously. But there was one thing that I was good at and that is how I came into this line of business.”

The other man stayed speechless for a moment longer. “You're not serious are you, Hiyuki?”

“Why? You don't believe me Kou-san?” Hiyuki asked as his lips curled into a small smile as he propped himself on his elbow. He didn't look serious and hurt but neither did he look like he was about to burst out laughing and tell him it was all a lie.

Kou thought to himself for a second as he shifted under the covers. His hands reached over to the nightstand and to pick up a cigarette, which he lit and smoked leisurely. “I don't know,” He answered honestly as he blew out a cloud of smoke.

Hiyuki reach over and pulled the cigarette out between Kou's lips. He put it to his own lips and inhaled a deep breathe before returning it to the other man. “Well it's up to you weather you believe me or not,” Hiyuki said as he settled back down in the bed and closed his eyes.

“Yeah, I know,” Kou answered softly.

END