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Chapter 1: Stay Away

Kurogane POV:

Let's get something clear from the get go! Okay?! I'm not a faggot. If you even think that word in my presence, I will beat that brain of yours into a fucking pulp. You hear me? Besides, I'm not! That's such an annoying word anyway even if I was homosexual I'd never use it. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against them, but I--I don't know. I really don't know. I never thought of myself like that. I've been with women, lots and I've cared for them. Enjoyed every second of it. I still jack of to Marilyn's poster, for God's sake. And I didn't pick her because she's blond, okay?! Jesus, I don't know what's happened to me. I could blame this place for it all. But that's not how this stuff works.

For some reason, I know one thing for sure; I couldn't have changed any of it. I had no control. It was out of my hands. 'Cause even if we weren't here, even if we were out, even if I was in the middle of a relationship, or he'd been on the other side of the ocean, the outcome would have been the same. I can't escape him. Shit, I sound like a romance novel! Screw this! It IS his fault, it's all his fault. Fuck! What's happening to me…anyway, where were we. Oh yes-

I remember it like it happened yesterday. I remember what I did that entire day. I remember the toilet didn't flush that day and the stink wouldn't go away. I remember the dream I was having before I woke up. The clouds and the sea. I remember Joe's bat sliding across the bars of my cell. It was Baseball Thursday and he's the only one amongst the guards who dares play with us. I remember I didn't play that game; I sat it out with little Mac. He'd sprained his ankle the day before, said he tripped. I knew he didn't trip. Just like I knew he wasn't going to tell me about it. In the beginning he always had, but he started growing his own balls a while back. I admired him for it, but still I didn't like it when he hid stuff from me. I was in the middle of asking about the whole thing for the fifth time, when it happened. When he walked in.

I wasn't the only one who stared at him. I really wasn't. It's not every day a blond blue-eyed beauty queen walks into a prison. I swear it was like putting a cat in the middle of the dog pen. A lot of the guys whistled as he passed by, but that was just the automatic reaction. I think a whole bunch of us were thinking: what the fuck? I mean here was this Beverly Hills clean-shaven pretty boy walking into one of the most dangerous prisons in the State like it was some party. I think that's what struck everyone. He was smiling from ear to ear. Can you believe it? We just stared. It really was an otherworldly experience. Watching that hot stuff strutting across a dirt field like it was the red carpet with cameras waiting on the other side.

I remember I had two distinct reactions to him that first day. I actually didn't realize this until Mac pointed it out but I was smiling. It was as though, through the three or so meters of air that separated us, I'd managed to catch his smile. I don't usually smile, which is why I freaked Mac out. I just vaguely registered his little voice next to me, "Sensei, you're smiling." I don't remember what his face looked like, but looking back I think he was snickering at me. I did a double-take when my brain finally got to processing what he'd said. I don't think my eyebrows have ever climbed higher. It was so weird: the fact that I'd smiled. I could feel the shadow of it on my face hours later. I guess there was something admirable about seeing a seemingly weak man unfazed at the sudden danger he'd been put in. Like the cat was too cunning for the dogs to catch, even if it was on their territory. I thought I saw strength, that's probably what brought it on. The smile. But--you have to understand just how rare that is for me. I was genuinely smiling. It was all so weird it really freaked me out later, 'cause while I was sitting there with this random shadow of a smile on my face, he was across from me smiling like a madman. But his smile was fake.

That was the second reaction I had to him. For a few brief seconds, he looked back the way he'd come and our eyes connected. I don't think he was even looking at me, so it wasn't exactly eye contact. But I could finally see him. I saw his eyes clearly, and it slowly sank in that it was all one big act. His eyes give it all away. The smile never reached them. On the contrary it was like he was starring daggers at everyone. How no one noticed it continues to elude me. It wasn't anger or violence really that poured out of them, so I guess my dagger analogy's a bit flawed. It was more like a neon sign, a bright blue neon sign screaming: Stay Away.

I don't think I'll ever forget that look. Not for a while at least.

Fai POV:

Yes, I smiled. Is it really so strange? hehe. I'm sorry, I can't help laughing. It really is funny. No matter what I do, everyone finds it strange. If I sulk, it's strange. If I'm quite people whisper about it. When I laugh people stare at me like I have three heads. Granted laughing in the middle of the road probably isn't the best idea…and doing the model-walk in a prison filled with big horny guys is maybe just a little bit dangerous. What? You still don't you get it, do you? It's really obvious when you look closely enough. Strutting into a prison is a piece of cake if you've already been to hell itself. I've got nothing to lose. I'm not afraid. They can't do anything to me, they can't even see me. They'll never see me. I'll just sit here and smile. What more do I have to do? What more can I do? I'll do it, all that it takes. Just get the message and leave. Just please, please, leave me alone. Stay away.

You know, you're worse than that Asian with his puppy-dog eyes. What's up with that? It's the last thing I need. I don't even get it. Like I understand if he finds me attractive. I heard the whistles. I never could escape the attention my looks got. And don't think I didn't try, I cropped off all my hair once, dyed it black. Little help that did! But that's not how he was looking at me. It wasn't lust…it was so—I can't think of a word to describe it. It really was puppy-dog eyes. Innocent, I guess. It was a beautiful look: pure. And to find that in a prison is just plain odd. I hadn't seen that in a while, it stung a bit. Too foreboding. I couldn't help but look back at him. And I won't lie; my heart did skip a beat. But it's not what you're thinking. More like it sank. I was scared, that's what. I had this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't like it. I don't want to remember what happened the last time this happened. I don't want to think about it. Please stay away. Asian guy whoever you are, please stay away.

I just realized this chapter's such a small baby. The next ones will be longer I promise…..if you want them to be that is. So please review and I'll post more.