Hallo! This is my first ever fanfic and i know its not "great" but gimme a break I'm new at this. xP well i hope you enjoy this. Yummy chapters later on. I LOOOVE kaulitzcest so this story will get veeeery...well its rated M for a reason. haha. okay lets start...

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Chapter 1.

"Nah…that's stupid." Tom Trumper said to himself as he played around with some riffs on his guitar. "I would walk out of a moving plane if I heard that one." he laughed.

"Do what your told dammit!"

"I did!"

"Don't raise your voice boy! Get over here!"

Tom looked out his window to see the usual Friday night fight scene across the street between Bill Kaulitz and his father.

He and Tom had been neighbors for as long as they knew. They attended the same schools since they were old enough to go to school and had most of the same classes throughout. They weren't exactly friends though.

Bill's dad was an alcoholic and his mother always worked and was never home. His father was a very violent man even when he wasn't drunk. Tom had gotten use to the late night fights in their front lawn that happened weekly.

The shouting outside got louder and Tom got up to get a better view of what was going on.

Bill was on the ground holding his face and his father was walking back inside.

'Not again' Tom thought as he grabbed his shoes and jacket and went outside to see if he was alright.

He walked across the street to a motionless Bill.

"Hey. Bill?" Tom knelt down and shook him a little but no response. "Hey!"

"Knocked you out…well at least your still breathing. Come on." Tom said as he lifted him over his shoulder and brought him back to his house.

Tom's mother gave him a look like he had forty heads when he walked inside holding Bill over his shoulder. "What happened to him?" she panicked.

"His dad again." he answered as he brought him into the living room and lowered him onto the couch.

"I'm calling CPS, this is ridiculous." His mother said as she ran to the phone.

"N-no, no…please d-don't." Bill mumbled, coming to.

"Why not? Have you looked at yourself? You're a mess." Tom yelled.

"I-I'm fine…please just… don't call." He pleaded breathing heavily. "I'm f-fine…"

"He's shivering!" His mom shouted as she ran to the closet in the far corner of the room. She came back moments later with several big blankets and wrapped them around Bill.

"T-thank you." He muttered.

"Tom, you watch him? I'm gonna go make some hot tea for him."

"Yeah, go." he answered as he took a seat next to Bill on the couch.

"Now, why don't you want us calling anyone about this? Doesn't your mom know wh-"

"She doesn't need to know." Bill interpreted.

"The man is gonna kill you one of these days if you don't do anything about it." Tom added.

"And?" Bill asked.

"What?"

"What if he does? Wont matter to me." Bill began.

"So you'd rather get beaten to death?" Tom asked more annoyed tone.

"Look, this has been going on for a while. Just because its become more public the past few months doesn't mean anything. I've been dealing with this since I was ten years old. A lot more has happened in that house then what you've seen out in the lawn." Bill admitted.

Tom was silent.

"I'm tired of fighting him back. When he gets drunk he just see's red. I'm the only one home so…well…use your imagination." Bill continued.

"How come you never told anyone? Even of you were to just talk to some of the counselors at school- "

"What're they gonna do, huh? Probably just laugh. 'The fag gets what he deserves!'" Bill laughed. "I'm just so…tired…of everything." Bill leaned back in the couch and closed his eyes.

"Stay here tonight. I'm sure mom wouldn't mind. Actually I'm pretty sure she wouldn't let you go home tonight anyway. Tom laughed.

"Yeah..." Bill answered lowly, drifting off to sleep. Tom sat quietly, starring at Bill.

'Didn't realize it was THAT bad' He thought to himself as he watched him sleep. He looked as though he was struggling to breath. Like he was in pain.

"Tea will be ready in about 10 minutes!" Tom's mother shouted as she came into the living room. "Oh, he's asleep?"

"Yeah but he looks like he's hurting."

"Well, what do you expect? He is. Now get off the couch." She shooed.

"Why? I'm comfortable." He whined.

"Off!"

"Fine, bossy."

"Damn right bossy, I'm your mother."

She maneuvered Bill so he was laying down on his back. She tucked him with the blankets and lit the fireplace.

"Shoo! You go to bed." She said as she gave Tom a shove.

"I'm not tired. Plus its Friday night. I can stay up late if I want."

"Bed!"

"Yes mam." Defeated, he rushed upstairs to his room. He threw himself onto his bed and let out a loud sigh.

"Stupid woman…" He mumbled to himself as he sat up and removed his shirt.

"Too fricken' hot in here." He complained as he walked over to his window and opened it letting the cool air come in. He grabbed his guitar by his dresser and sat down on his bed.

He began playing whatever came to mind. He didn't know what it was. It was no song in particular, it was just…music.

He wasn't one to put words to his music. It wasn't that he couldn't, he lacked confidence in singing so never bothered with words. He sat there playing and the time seemed to fly by as two hours passed.

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"Tom, its almost midnight. Your not going to bed?" His mother asked through his doorway.

"Um…I'm not really tired." he replied.

"Well just keep the playing quiet so you don't wake up Bill please?

"Where is he?

"Downstairs on the couch but play quietly since its late anyway okay?"

"Sure."

"G'night hun." She finished.

"Night."

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"You play guitar?"

Tom looked up to see Bill at his doorway wrapped in a blanket.

"What are you doing up? Its 2 in the morning. You should be sleeping."

"Should say the same for you. I was trying to find the bathroom."

"Oh…well we have two bathrooms. One is in my parents room but they're asleep so…just use mine." Tom said as he pointed to a small door in the back corner of his room. Tom's room was huge.

"Thanks." Bill said as he headed for the bathroom.

Tom picked up his guitar and started playing again.

When Bill came out he stopped and stood still where he was to listen to Tom playing.

"Hm…hmm, hmm…hmmmmm…" Bill hummed.

"What?" Tom stopped playing and looked up at Bill.

"Oh nothing, just humming,"

"Humming what?"

"I don't know." Bill answered shrugging his shoulders.

"How do you not know?"

"I was just humming along to what you were playing. Wasn't anything really, sorry." Bill apologized as he began walking out of the room.

"Well wait! Um… hum it again. I've actually been playing this for a couple months now. I don't usually write any words or anything for the stuff I play but if you have something lets hear it." Tom said as he patted a spot on the bed next to him, motioning for Bill to sit.

"Ummm….sure." Bill took the blanket off and nervously took a seat next to Tom on the bed. It was the first time that they ever "hung out." Bill wasn't really sure what to make of it but he tried not to think too much on it.

Tom began playing and Bill began humming. This time…coming up with words as he went along.

"No one knows how you feel. No one there you'd like to see…" Bill began to sing. Tom looked up at him in awe. He had no idea a voice like that came out of someone like him.

"…the day was dark and full of pain. You write 'help' with your own blood. 'Cause hope is all you've got. You open up your eyes but nothing's changed…"

Tom continued to play as Bill would sit in silence at times to think of his next lyric.

"…I don't want to cause you trouble, don't want to stay too long. I just came here to…"

"Sorry, lost it." Bill stopped and laughed from embarrassment.

"No, that was awesome so far. I didn't know you could sing." Tom smiled.

"Eh…its whatever."

"Yo, write that down before you forget it." Tom jumped up to get a pen and paper off his desk and handed it to bill. Bill began writing as Tom played around with the song again on his guitar.

"Hey this may be the first actual completed song that I'll have." He laughed. "Thanks."

Bill felt his face warm up after Tom thanked him.

"No big deal." Bill smiled as he continued to write more of the song down.

Tom smiled as he watched Bill make words into music on paper.

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I know the first chapter sounds crappy but please read and review. I promise it will get better. i hate starting out stories cause i never know how to do its. haha. My first fic EVER so please don't be too mean. Tell me what you think and let me know if you want more. 33 I promise yumminess in future chapters. Maybe even some light yumminess in the next one…

-evil grin-

If you are a twincest hater don't read any further than this chapter….

You are forewarned.