Maxwell: I finally decided to get around to revising this! So…love me damn it! Or just re-review…please! I know…You already did and probably don't want too, but do! Please…I revised; just do me one small favor and re-review! I'll be sure to work harder and try to update faster then! Deal?

Just to get this cleared up, I removed this since once chapter two came out; Mirage got so OOC that I couldn't stand writing! So…here ya go! And yes, for all the Robby and Jesse fans…they'll be back. Shit, even the man in the picture, San… All of them!

Spiffy Info:

Pairing: None at the moment…

Warnings: …eh…yeah.

Music: Track one from My Chemical Romance…Helena©! Ha! I knew it!

Quote: Dolls are very beautiful and also very frightening because we see death in them –Hanakimi©

Ikiningyou

Chapter Two

Hakuji sit still on the floor, holding the bloodied wrist within his grasp. He quickly covered it, trying to stop the bleeding. He panicked as the knocks at the door grew louder. It seemed whomever it was didn't plan on going away…not anytime soon.

"Hey, are you okay?" came the voice of a female. "Answer me!"

A second voice cut in, they seemed to be saying something to the woman at the door. "But!" she argued. "Fine…" She knocked gently once more. "Hey…um…if something is wrong…don't hesitate to come next door alright?"

Hakuji wasn't sure whether she waited for an answer or not. He didn't want to know, so he kept silent still. He picked himself up, making his way towards the bathroom. He set his wrist over the sink, his eyes staring with a doll-like expression at the deep cut that resided.

He turned the cold water on, letting the pressure break into the skin, blood running coarsely into the porcelain bowl. He didn't even flinch, just watched. It almost amused him…almost. A short time later, he pulled back, covering the gash with the dirty cloth that was hanging next to him. He applied pressure to the cloth, hoping the bleeding would stop soon; he needed to get some rest.

He headed to the kitchen, suddenly remembering how the milk he'd purchased. He stared blankly at the empty carton that sat on the counter, his face twisting with dismay. He looked down at his wrist, still bleeding rather profusely. He threw the dirty rag aside, covering his wound with a clean one. As he pulled on his jacket, he flinched; the fabric had entered the wound causing the blood to spill out onto the floor.

"Ah!" he clutched his wrist, biting his lip. He didn't have time for this! "Uh…" Looking around the room, he quickly grabbed some loose cloth and tied it tightly around his wrist. He carefully pulled his jacket around his petite body, stepping out into the cold night again to retrieve some more milk and his 'friend'.

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"Great performance Mirage," a black-haired young man called. "You seemed really into it tonight."

"I have my reasons," the silver haired stripper replied, polishing the toes of his boots. "Tsh, blood…"

"Blood!?" the younger male rushed over. "Are you alright!?" He grasped the other by the hand. "No one hurt you, did they? Cause if they did I'd…" His grip tightened considerably. "I mean…"

Mirage stared down at the eighteen year old. He pulled his hand away, inhaling deeply from the cigarette he'd lit. "I'm fine San," he put his foot down. "Don't worry about me." He walked over to his locker, pulling out another outfit, a nice fresh one. He unbuttoned his shorts, pulling on yet another pair with swastikas on the rear pockets. Pulling on his hat, he turned to his co-worker. "I'm capable of watching my own back."

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Hakuji stepped into the small store, almost relieved to feel the heat radiating onto him. He looked up, his caramel eyes meeting the gaze of a few other shoppers. Two older women and a group of boys he'd recognized from school. His stomach flipped. What were they doing here? They noticed him as well, pointing over and sneering. He quickly adverted his eyes, as if a dirty image had been flashed in front of him. He walked away from the door, soon feeling the affect of cold air nipping his neck. Scurrying down the isles, he hid himself, hoping they would soon leave.

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"Good night Mirage," one of the strippers called. "See you tomorrow night!"

"Later," he replied as he zipped up his coat, lighting yet another cigarette. As he made his way out, a call stopped him. Turning he saw San running to catch up to him. "What?"

"Oh, um…" San looked away, his blue eyes confused and hurt. "I was wondering if maybe one day we could…well…we could get together and…"

Mirage watched as the boy twitched and fiddled around. He looked like a young girl about to give up her virginity (and in this case, maybe), exclude the girl part. He turned from the youth, the grey smoke escaping through his lips. "I'm not interested in tots…try someone your own age." He opened the door that led out into the chilling night, stepping into frozen darkness until his 'morrow.

San couldn't help but feel as though his heart had been ripped out. So maybe he wasn't in love with the guy, but he was interested and to be denied so cruelly…it left him…craving more of that angered beast. How sick he was…

"I can wait…" he whispered. "I always get what I want by whatever means…"

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After about ten minutes, Hakuji had waited long enough. He grabbed the milk, paid, and left the building without any problems…but that was the problem. Now, halfway home, he slipped down the dark alley. He could see his window from where he stood, thank the Gods. Just as he took his first step, he found himself frozen in place.

"Hey look," one of the familiar voices called. "It's that one boy from school…the pretty one."

"You're right!" one of the accomplices called. "You know I've always wondered if he's really packing anything down there ya know?" He sneered, "I mean he's so good-looking he's gotta be a girl!"

He bit his lip, looking up at his window. It was so close; he could almost feel the warmth of his rusty heater. Closing his eyes, he began to walk again, ignoring the taunting coming from around him. He hurried his pace, almost tripping over his feet.

"Hey hey," the third asked. "Where do you think you're going beautiful?" Taking a hold of the youths arm, he turned him. "I heard the quiet ones were always kinky…care to prove it to me?"

Hakuji began to shake, fearing what was to come next. He wasn't a stranger to this, not the slightest. But that didn't change the fact he was scared half to death. Quivering, he pulled his arm just slightly, only to have the bigger male tighten his grip which immediately caused him to stop. He looked down, his knuckles turning white.

The other two boys came from around him, grabbing him, and dragging him to the floor. His attempt to scream was quickly silenced when the man on top held up something familiar…a steel blade covered in dry blood; his blood. It wasn't as comforting when placed to his neck, not like when he placed it to his wrist…it was different then. Now it was a frightening object, a weapon, an enemy.

"Now, you be a good little…" the young man laughed. "Well, we're gonna find out what you really are," he proclaimed as he unbuttoned Hakuji's pants, yanking them to his ankles. "Well I'll be…he really is a guy! Or maybe it's a fake?" He grasped the premature sex, tugging it tightly. "It's not coming off, holy shit!" He let out a laugh. "Well shit…could've had me fooled."

His hand never let the appendage, instead his grip would tighten, his palm caress, and his thumb stroke the slit. Without meaning to, Hakuji released a small mewl, his hips rising a bit to the delicate touch. He knew he'd done wrong, involuntarily, but it was still a mistake.

"Ew!" the boy shouted. "He's getting wood!" He wiped his hand off, his face twisted in disgust. "You wanna see what its like?" he asks, removing his own pants. "Fine you little faggot, I'm yours!"

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Whistling quietly to himself, Mirage made his way home. He headed to the rundown parking lot, where he parks his car, wanting to be out of the cold. His nipples feel frost bitten and it doesn't help his already pissed off nature. Doing as he always does, he cuts through the alleyway behind the apartments he's all-too familiar with. He recognized the smell of weed, the sight of garbage everywhere, and the sounds of screams…women and children, people screaming for theirs lives…he recognized it all. But one particular scream grabbed him. He tried ignoring it, but the agonizing screech would not go unheard.

Turning the corner, trying to stay out of it, he found himself walking in on it. Three boys had ganged up on something, by the sounds of it, some cat. "Hey," he called. "What're you doing he asked?"

"Shit!" the three boys quickly grabbed their belongings, dashing off into the darkness. "Leave him, just go!"

He stood for a moment longer; making sure the little punks had left. Once he was absolutely sure, he started to walk again when a small gasp grabbed his attention. He frowned, fed up at this point. He walked closer, deciding he'd take the fur ball to an animal reserve or something. As he got into the light, he found himself wishing it was just some cat…not what he found.

On the cold ground sit a half-naked boy, his body quivering from the air as it nipped his bruised flesh. His caramel eyes stare down blankly at his wrist, which he'd just exposed to the world, blood pooling over his wiry form. The soulless caramel eyes rose, staring into his. Shaking, his arms lift towards him making a grasp for the leather jacket. A finger just grazing the fabric, the boy falls unconscious at his feet.

"Tch." He closed his eyes, stepping over the form. He only was only three feet away when he stopped, looking over his shoulder at the helpless form. Furrowing his brow with a sigh, he walks back over. "You owe me big you little brat." He murmured as he took the boy into his arms. "You have no idea."

-End Chapter Two-

Maxwell: Mwahahaha! So I still have FP at school…thought they finally took it from me! XD But seriously, I have to start getting to my work so…I'll update when I can…yeah. Well, I hope this revision is better…yeah, I think so (so that's saying something)! Please review for me…thanks! Oh, and if I went between past/present tense...sorry! XD