I know I've written too much ItsuKyon fanfics already but I just love them! I'm sorry if you feel that it is so. Well, I've really not given Itsuki and Kyon a happy ending. Not in a single fan fic, am I right? Maybe I'll give them a happy ending here? I'm not sure! I love them suffering! Yes, I'm a dark fic writer, sorry. So, I think what just changed in here is a full Itsuki POV or full Kyon POV. I was working on a part of a novel for a friend of mine. It's not a collab, I'm just writing the rape scene. Yes, I am writing a rape scene. She knows I'm better at writing those kinds of things, although this will be normal (between a boy and a girl).

Disclaimers: Suzumiya Haruhi series not mine, whatever. I'm sounding like a bitch these days, not that I care. Yes, I might swear and put swear words so this is a mature fic. Kiddies, if ye canst stomach words such as 'fuck', 'shit', 'goddamn', etc then you're too darn holy to be reading this! Just find another fan fiction. I won't give a damn about yer flame on my swearing here.

Warnings: Mature fiction! I don't care if you're younger than me (I'm seventeen at least) but if you personally do not want cursing, sex and male on male then go to another fiction that will suit ye!

Characters: Kyon and Itsuki. Whatever. Other SOS Brigade members might appear.

[Do Not] Forget Me

Outside the window, the unforgiving clouds give off the unrelenting rain. As raindrops splayed all over my window, my face grew quite wet. The thunder rolled over my ears, a slight indication that a storm was brewing.

When was the last time that I've been this, weak?

For days I was forced to stay on bed, my feet tightly bound by these bonds of cloth, my face a scarred remainder of what really happened that day. I never thought that he would become like this… Slowly supporting my body to sit comfortably on the bed, I whined at the slight pangs of pain the bruises in my body are giving me.

I'm not giving you up! I certainly won't! And don't you dare try to run away from me. Because wherever you fucking go, I will still find you. And when I see you with another goddamn man, I will kill him. I will really fucking kill him!

How can you say it like that? Am I not even allowed to have friends of my own now?

Had it been a month already? I can't remember; why is that? Is there some connection with me being hit on the head with a metal bat? Whatever, it's not like I care. I still love him. And he loved me too. That is why he was being rough that day, right? He almost even killed—wait, who was it that he wanted to kill again? Why can't I remember?

My hand went to my head, trying at least to sort out why I was not able to know who he wanted to kill. Who was it, really? Was she someone I know? She's the brigade chief of SOS Brigade, right? Or was she not? That girl, she was, was it the long, red-headed girl with really big tits? Or was she short, pale-colored hair one? But then, there was also this brown-haired girl! Why am I getting everything messed up?

At the very least I'm grateful that I still haven't forgotten him. He was the most important thing in this world for me. I don't care if he would kill me, as long as I've got what it takes to be in his arms, and I'll belong to him forever.

But I don't want to leave him in this cruel world. If he gets taken away because of killing me, I cannot testify that it is what I wanted. I want to remain his forever. Call me stupid, dumb, bonkers, idiot, brainless, whatever. That won't stop me from loving him. I don't want anyone else. And if by hurting me would he get satisfied, then I would accept it. It's not that I'm deprived of love or anything, but if he would get uninterested at me, then it is a lot better if I just die. I would rather die than him having lost interest in me!

Tomorrow I would come back to school. Tomorrow I would see him again, sitting at the clubroom. I hope he would smile at me, so I can smile back. I hope the brigade members would forgive him. He hasn't done anything wrong; he's just troubled that I'll be snatched by someone else. That is why he had hurt me. I am his possession; a human that only he has authority of. And I'm allowing that, because I love him. Don't you think it's cool to be stupid for the one you love?

Upon arriving at the brigade room, I was immediately shoved into a wall and was kissed ferociously, my uniform harshly torn away from my skin. Damn, my head still hurts. But nevertheless I still let him. I'll guess that he was pretty angry that he cannot see me for the whole two weeks that I'm hospitalized plus when I was resting at home. No one wanted me to see him ever again. But I want to see him again, with his lips against mine, feel his cock inside me, his hot cock filling my ass with that oozing pearlescent poison.

Everyone knows my relationship with him. Each one of them was opposing our relationship. And I hate them for that, because they cannot accept the fact that I was going out with a friend, a guy on top of that. Who would care about gender anyway? As long as I love the other purely, then there's nothing wrong with that, right? But they wouldn't understand the matters of the heart. And that's stupid, believe me. Are you telling me to cling in your canon way of thinking? What am I born for, to be ruled out by other people? Well, I'm not! Except for him. He alone is the only person that can dominate me.

I only noticed that there no other person besides us inside the clubroom, not even the girl that was always sitting at the corner. His eyes peer at me as if injecting me with some poison. And by the time that I've been laid out on the floor, I was all bare.

He did not wait anymore for anything as he was as patient as a five-year old kid; he immediately inserted his erection inside me. As he kept getting bigger and bigger, I continued contracting, before I feel the heat of his semen inside my body. But it didn't stop at that. He continued making love with me until it was night.

Is there a reason for him to do this in such an impatient way?

"Shut the fuck up and let me dirty you more!"

Wait, I can only take as much… But I threw my head back as he thrust deep inside me, hitting the spot that would make me cum in buckets, which I eventually did.

"Look, you're dirtying the fucking floor with your cum! Did you really miss my cock that much?" he smirked as he continued pounding on my now-throbbing ass.

Shit, I'm becoming horny…

It just ended when we heard footsteps outside the hall. Immediately we wore our uniforms and when we noticed the footsteps are now far away, we ran and was not caught, although I was practically a few meters behind due to the fact that he fucked for oh-so-many-delicious times.

As we parted on the usual juncture, he reached for me and kissed me lightly. He was always like this, so gentle after a long and hard sex. And that's what makes me love him more.

I love him more now, and I'm getting a boner too.

"Goodnight. Take care of yourself. I'll see you tomorrow." He then walked away while I just stared at his slowly shrinking shadow.

Looking at the night sky, I felt my face grew wet once more. Why? It wasn't raining today, so why is my face all wet? Slowly walking towards my way home, I remembered the bruises I received from him almost last month that began hurting once more. It wasn't hurting when he was with me earlier. Why would it hurt now that I'm alone?

Why does every single thing hurt whenever he leaves me all alone?

Author's Notes: Is this good? Is this crappy? Well, I changed some parts on this fan fiction because I'm too bored to do my assignments. I have a recitation for my preliminary grade and an essay to finish! I've got to get a high grade! Oh sorry, I'm rambling again…

Question: Who is this he that the narrator talks about? Better yet, who is the narrator? Is it Itsuki? Or is it Kyon? Guess who! Well, I'm not telling! (For now…) For the next chapter I'm thinking of leaving it up to you guys, although I have someone in mind as well... Who would you want to be the narrator? I'll be waiting for the answers you all have!

Anyway, I think my different personalities are resurfacing. I think it's got something to do with my appetite. I'm quite full right now. Or maybe it's got something to do with no new yaoi? I think the latter is the reason… I'm seriously not downloading any new yaoi because I'm a lot busy on visual kei and the Versailles Philharmonic Quintet Philippines Street Team site. I am one of the moderators, yay~!

Review, review please! I don't know if I should continue this, so, if no one's going to answer me, I won't continue this since I've still got to finish the rape scene for my friend.

Yea~ Watashi wa aku desu~ :D

Ohh, I would so want to check out Naono Bohra's "Fingertip's Love"! I'm opening my aarinfantasy account right now!