JustACountdown321: Hi everybody! This is another fanfic I had in mind after reading some other fanfics. Don't worry, I'm not stealing anything. Most of this is from my sick imagination. I'm hoping I'll update it often, but I've been busy and/or lazy lately, so we'll see. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this Soul Eater fanfic. Pairing Soul(uke) x Black Star(seme).

WARNING: contains YAOI (boyxboy) so if you don't like it, don't read it. ALSO: contains a lot of mature situations not suitable for younger eyes! Lemons. Lemons galore!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Soul Eater or any of the characters.

I was only twelve.

He was only seventeen.

I don't really remember why it happened, but I sure as hell haven't forgotten it.

On my twelfth birthday, my brother Wes had taken me to the local arcade. We had spent ten dollars' worth of quarters on the games. Our parents weren't home for my birthday, or at all for that matter, but I didn't care as long as I had Wes. He had gotten me a new jacket for my birthday, my yellow and black one, though it was extra-large on me. The day was great up until the point where we were walking home.

If there was one thing that was bad about my brother, is that he is too nice for his own good. The other boys at his school made fun of him for being a goody-goody and constantly claimed he was gay because he was good-looking and a bit of a prude. Unfortunately, a lot of his "friends" tormented him for it. He experienced a lot of sexual harassment from them, but he just took it in stride, confirming their suspicions more and more. That day was the day it went too far.

We were being followed. Closely. Wes was purposefully walking us in circles, trying to shake the group of men following us. He kept one arm on my shoulder to make sure I wouldn't fall behind. The guys following must've realized we knew they were there, because they broke out in a sprint. Wes grabbed my arm and started pulling, running as fast as we could. "Run Soul!"

We ran for ten minutes, trying to lose them. In the process we walked straight into a trap. As we turned the corner in the alley, we came face to face with a dead end. Wes whipped around to run again, but the guys just were just beyond the corner. I heard them yelling saying they found us. Wes picked me up and shoved me behind a dumpster, motioning to stay there and be quiet. "No matter what happens, STAY put." He whispered. I nodded, tears in my eyes. He stepped back out from behind my hiding space just as three of the four men were entering the alley. The one we assumed was the leader came in a few seconds later. It was my brother's best friend, Noah.

"Well, well… if it isn't Wes-y boy. Why have you been running, huh?" He smirked.

Wes just smiled back, but quickly threw a punch at the closest person. They crumbled to the floor, swearing and holding a bloody nose. The other two grabbed Wes by the arms and held him still, kicking the backs of his knees so he knelt, their grip like iron. Noah just hmph'd and walked up to Wes, slapping him across the face. Wes coughed and groaned a little. I had to hold back from jumping out and punching Noah in his gut.

With a red mark appearing on Wes' face, Noah grabbed his chin and lifted his face up to stare into his own eyes. "You know, I always did love the life in those Evan eyes of yours…" He smirked and licked his lips. "So much fire in them… and such a lovely shade of crimson…" He quickly pulled out a knife and held it up to Wes' eye. Wes froze. "I bet they are the same color as your blood…" He made a slight slash across Wes' face, a line of red forming, quickly bleeding, on his cheek just below his eye.

"You sick son of a fuck, get AWAY from me!" Wes yelled, squirming in his captors' grip. All resemblance to the friendly Wes gone now, replaced with anger and fear. Noah just smiled again, punching Wes in the stomach. Wes doubled over, coughing and hacking up blood. Noah lifted his chin again and stared straight into my brother's eyes.

"Now, now, be nice or I'll have to do something unpleasant." He giggled, "Well, I already was planning to…" He lifted my brother's chin and brought his lips down hard on Wes'. I sat there speechless. What was happening? Wes got over his initial shock and fought back, thrashing around and biting Noah's lips hard.

He shoved Wes away and coughed up a little blood from his lip. He glared at Wes and brought his knife back out, shoving it against Wes' throat. My brother gagged at the sudden force.

"I said 'be nice' you little fuck… now I'm angry…" He slashed across Wes' other cheek and down his shirt, splitting it open. Wes cried out at the pain. He was suddenly shoved face down on the ground, crushing his lungs briefly and causing him to pant out. Noah's helpers quickly tied Wes' wrists together behind his back. Satisfied with their work, they backed up a little and let Noah get closer to Wes. Noah just leaned down and pulled my brother's pants down around his ankles.

Wes began cursing and struggling, trying to get away from the nightmare in front of him. Noah smirked and slid his hand down Wes' boxers, causing Wes to moan at the contact. He began crying, unable to do anything that was happening. I realized my heart had stopped at that moment.

My brother was crying…

Wes never cried…

I felt a sob escape my mouth and quickly covered my lips, afraid they heard. I hadn't seen Noah stop and look around, so I thought I was all clear…

Phew…

A hand reached back and covered my mouth.

I began screaming against the strong hand that now held me tight. I was yanked out and shoved on the ground like Wes, right in front of him. I landed with a loud thud, a gasp escaping my lips. One of the other guys climbed on top of me to keep me from moving.

"Ah! So this is Wes' adorable little brother…" Noah murmured. Wes looked up and saw me laying just inches away from him. I was crying uncontrollable tears.

"B-b-brother-r…" I whimpered.

Wes' eyes turned dark at that moment. He lashed back at Noah, knocking him down on the ground. But he couldn't escape his handcuffs. Noah was back up again and giving Wes the death glare. His eyes were murderous. I squeaked out of fear.

Noah took his knife again and threw it down at Wes. The knife stuck hilt deep in Wes' shoulder, blood quickly seeping through. He screamed.

"Brother! Brother!" I yelled, pleaded. I was afraid he was going to die. I looked back up at Noah, who just watched as I struggled to get to Wes.

He leaned down towards Wes and whispered in his ear. "I told you to behave… Now your brother is going to get your treatment and you're going to lay there watching as you die slowly…"

Wes glared up at him, unable to do anything more than that. He slowly reached his hand out to try and grab mine, but I was pulled by my feet away from him. His arm slumped to the ground and he hung his head low. Ashamed he couldn't protect me. The only movement coming from him was his silent sobs, wracking his body.

I was still crying, demanding they let us go. Someone kicked me in my ribs, cracking a few of them. I coughed and hacked up blood. I felt Noah roll me onto my back, his goons pinning my arms to the ground. Noah smirked at me.

"You have a similar fire in your eyes like Wes'…" he laughed, "Only yours are full of fear and innocence…" He made a similar slash across my cheek as he did with Wes. I was trembling, paralyzed by fear. He ripped open my jacket, the buttons flying off and cut open my shirt, exposing my chest. I felt him slip my pants off, boxers and all. I shuddered at the cold contact. Noah smiled. He looked back up at Wes, grinning.

"Well Wes, I think this was a better trade-off. Your brother looks more feminine than you do, and he has his innocence to be ruined still." He laughed, roaring. His cronies did too, eyeing me mischievously. Wes muttered "bastards" under his breath, his voice becoming weaker.

Noah turned back to me, licking his lips. I whimpered. He leaned down and licked the line of blood on my face, causing me to shudder. He quickly traced his tongue down my face, reaching my chin. He continued down, sucking on my collarbone. I moaned against my brain's advice. I didn't want to feel this way from this guy. But my body wouldn't listen. Noah trailed his hand down to my nipples, tweaking them, eliciting more moans from me. When he felt me tense up, he stopped sucking my collarbone and moved his lips down to my nipples, biting and swirling his tongue around the one his hand was pinching. I couldn't stop the moans that escaped my lips, but the tears running down my face reminded me that I didn't want this. His sucked on one of my nipples, hard.

"Nnnnnn-gh!" I hated myself as I bit down on my lip to try and keep the moans from escaping. Noah looked up and smirked.

He took one of his hands and trailed down my abdomen before stopping just before my member. My breath hitched, not wanting him to touch there.

"N-n-nn-o-oo…. P-pl-pleaseee…" I gasped as his hand took my member and began pumping it. I was trashing around, trying to get out of this guy's grip and run away. My hips involuntarily bucked as he pumped harder and faster. A pool of heat was forming in my stomach. "Aaaaahnn…"

He smirked, loving every minute that he raped me. The pool in my stomach was growing tighter and hotter. I knew I was close to release. A release I didn't want. Just before it happened he stopped pumping my member. He held up his fingers, coated in my precum. He shoved them in my mouth and ordered me to suck. I started crying, but didn't want to get cut again. When my saliva had coated his fingers, a bit of cum still on them, he yanked my legs up and apart harshly, causing me to whine. He roughly shoved three fingers at once into my entrance, causing me to scream, the pain unbearable. Tears began rolling down my face again, blinding me. He only kept his fingers in for a minute or two, moving them about inside me, before pulling out all together. I hoped it was over but made the mistake of looking up to see Noah's exposed member. He pulled my legs even farther apart, a gasp escaping my lips. He positioned himself next to my entrance and quickly shoved his member in.

All I saw was white.

Blank…

Searing…

White.

I screamed. My own screams deafening me. I felt like my insides were being torn apart. The pain worse than any pain I had ever felt. I couldn't see, my tears clouding my vision. I felt Noah pull out and slam back in again, bringing another wave of pain. He repeated this motion, going faster and harder each time. I could feel the pain dulling a bit as he continued. I was still screaming when he hit a bundle of nerves inside me.

"AaaAAAAAHHHNNN…" I couldn't stop my moans anymore, the nerves that he hit sending me a wave of pleasure I didn't want. A trail of drool escaped my lips. He rammed into that spot again and again, my back arching from the feeling. I could feel the pool of heat in my stomach burn harder, wanting release. I could feel Noah nearing his end too. He began thrusting harder and harder against my spot, mewls escaping my lips. He hit me one more time and I screamed.

I came all over his chest and mine. I felt my insides constrict around his member and he came inside of me, the feeling disgusting. He pulled all the way out, a trail of blood and semen oozing from my entrance. He grabbed my ruined shirt and used it to clean himself off before tucking himself back in. He stood over me; examining me like a masterpiece he had just created and was proud of. I curled into a ball carefully, my body sore with bruises. I heard him walk over to Wes.

"Hey, Wes… I didn't hear much out of you during this whole thing." He leaned in closer, annoyance clear on his face. "Eh… Did you die while I was ravishing your little baby brother?" I froze. He kicked Wes, but no sound came out and his body just slumped back against the floor. Noah began laughing.

"HA HA! Did you hear that guys? He died just inches from his raped baby brother!" he and his gang just roared with laughter.

I felt my anger well up inside me.

Wes was dead?

Wes was dead…

DEAD!

At that moment all my anger caused me to scream. I felt my arm transforming, becoming stronger… longer… sharper… a weapon. I was a weapon?

I was only confused for a second before I remembered my brother lying on the ground. I stood up with great difficulty and turned to face my stunned attackers. Noah's face had gone pale seeing my transformed arm, a blood red scythe, my eyes void of any light, just darkness. They glanced down at my dead brother on the ground at my feet.

Rage rushed over me and I screamed.

JustACountdown321: Yay! Bad ass cliffhanger! I'm sorry if this made anyone uncomfortable. Just think how I feel! But, anyways, I know this is supposed to be a Soul x Black Star thing, and it will be, but I needed to establish a story first. There will be more (wink wink). But this is all I have for now. But don't worry, I'll try to update soon. Till then!

BYE!