Disclaimers: I do not own TMoSH, or any of its characters; Tanigawa Nagaru-sensei does.

Warnings: I am fucking angry editing this I am so sorry for the people who are genuinely here because they liked the story and would not just run about criticizing others' work and hoping they feel bad about it by harassing them and not having the balls to send a PM instead :)

KyonItsu. Don't be a fucking snowflake. I'm fucking pissed.

Muffled Tears

Each kiss weighs down on my personal ego, knowing for the fact that if anyone gets wind of this I'm sure to be ridiculed, despised, or worse, pitied. Being tied to a table leg and getting your ass fucked by two men at the same time isn't the best feeling; I'm stretched, twisted, and pushed to the limits until white trail marks look as if it had seared my skin and the table top as my hips buckled.

I can hear their laughter as they slipped out of me and another batch goes in.

I had consented on a one-man sex on this guy that I met by the dark streets near my home. H e looked sane enough for me to trust and have sex with him. After all, this is just a one-night stand that I had to have to forget all the things that I don't want to remember.

But it is not a one-night stand. I had been having sex for about a day at least before they finished with me.

Slowly the throng of people huddled around me disperses. After a few minutes almost everyone had gone away, except for two men. The first two men that raped me.

They were laughing; one of them was the person I originally intended to sleep with. They were looking at me as if they've thought of something good. But as I was waiting for the hits to come, my hands broke free from their bonds. Looking surprised and at the same time wary, I turned to the two men. They both look good, except for this weird kink they have, together with their friends.

yeah i am cutting out this fucking scene cuz it's too obscene i getit

One of them threw a fat envelope towards me. Before I could even ask them, he looked at me stupidly.

"That's your pay for now. If next week you get better with your moans, then we'll increase it to a hundred or so."

Without even hearing my retorts about the case, I was thrown with something small and rectangular. Looking at it with the horror plastered on my face, I saw that it's my school ID.

"Don't even try to escape us, or we'll tell everyone about your 'job'. And lookie here, a video cam! So, dont ever try to escape."

Feeling the dread that was washing over me, I know that I cannot escape anymore. So starting then, every weekend in fact, I had to submit myself to these perverts and have this fucking part deleted as well.

After many sessions with them, I slowly felt my own sanity slipping away. My only hold to reality and to sanity is Kyon. Kyon does not know; I DON'T WANT HIM TO KNOW!

After a month the calls for me stopped without me knowing the reason why. But I was already destroyed. Their taunts and my fears combined are too much. I know I cannot take it in as much as I could have before.

I was left open, gaping for the flies to come eat my innards. And sanity.

Kyon was the only person. Yet my hold on Kyon is getting weaker. Until one day, when the two of us were alone, I felt my hand slipping away from the hem of his sleeves. I was crying; I don't want to fall down to a crazy abyss of my own emptiness. This is seriously destroying me, and Kyon is here, watching me get cut into pieces.

My mind went blank.

XxXxXxXxX

Koizumi and I were left at the clubroom. Haruhi and the girls went shopping for costumes. Haruhi will just use Asahina-san to get free costumes; I know that.

I repeatedly threw glances at Koizumi's direction because he appeared really distressed and out of it. As I had observed, he had been like this for over a month already. And even I don't know the cause. Heck, I don't need to know the cause! Who cares about it anyway?

I was then surprised by a loud ringing coming form Koizumi's direction. When I turned I saw Koizumi staring wide-eyed in front of his phone his hand that clutched the phone was trembling. Surprised I walked towards Koizumi, and taking a firm hold on his shoulders, I shook him to try to snap him out of it.

But all my efforts were useless as I saw Koizumi's hand release the phone and let it fall into the floor, eventually causing the phone to break into two. Apparently the ringing stopped, but Koizumi's situation only worsened with a look of horror etched on his face.

I slapped him hard when he could hear my voice anymore. Instantly he turned to me, his eyes carrying a blank look. It was then that his tears fell and his voice trembled, telling me everything that had happened.

I never knew that he had liked me ever since, and that he was frustrated with his love for me. He knew that if he told me all about his feelings I would push him away. Of course I would, but then it's natural. I'm not gay (A/N: yeah fuck that Kyon this is my story, you're turning gay).

What shocked me wasn't his declaration of love, but the events that happened after that.

It was told to me in detail. And Koizumi, still looking at me blankly while his tears fell continuously from his eyes, continued with his stories.

"…And then they made me come to the warehouse every week to have sex with me. They pay me, of course, but I want it to stop. After the first month they stopped calling. I thought that they got tired of me. But then, they came back. And I didn't answer the call…"

It was then that Koizumi really burst into tears, his head falling down into looking to the floor and not to me.

"…Kyon… I don't know what to do anymore… I want this to stop; I don't want this to come out…I'm scared! Help me!"

I, seeing how helpless Koizumi was, pulled him into a hug. As Koizumi continued to cry, I just rubbed circles on his back, eventually trying to calm him. Koizumi's continuous sobs lasted for long, and I was just there, pulling Koizumi as close as needed be. I do not know what good it will do Koizumi now that he had been harassed in the worst way possible. The ordeal left Koizumi a 'living dead'. Everything, even his words, is so empty it will even fit inside about a hundred or more people.

I don't get why Koizumi started selling himself. He doesn't look someone deprived of anything; if he was, he can always ask! Selling oneself is as bad as it can be, but what can I do for him?

Then a thought passed my mind. Thinking that it would be best if I do that, I pulled Koizumi away from me for a while, before I made my lips go near his slightly trembling ones…

TO BE CONTINUED…

Author's Notes: I am sorry SakuraDrops141, I had to ruin my promised present for you :'( Still, continue writing about and supporting the ItsuKyon pair!

Okay guys, this is not my original idea. It was a kink meme (is that right?) on ItsuKyon fictions. I changed it a bit; the one-man rape is now a gang rape. Poor Koizumi. And then there are also BDSM. BDSM is always present in rape, of course. There's nothing vanilla-y on rape! And it's non-consensual rape. And Koizumi here actually had sex in order to forget his feelings for Kyon, yet he didn't expect to get harassed like that. And that's when Kyon comes to the picture.

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING EVER SO KINDLY POINTING OUT THAT I HAVE BEEN GOING OVER THE FUCKING LINE YEAH DO YOU LIKE HOW MY STORY IS EDITED? KOSHER ENOUGH FOR YOU?

I REMOVED THE FUCKING GRAPHIC PARTS HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY CUZ LOOK, I OBVIOUSLY AM CUZ YOU RUINED MY DAY WHEN IT COULD HAVE BEEN A FUCKING PRIVATE MESSAGE BUT NO, A REVIEW. A FUCKING REVIEW AND I COULD HAVE PASSED BY IT AND NEVER KNOW.

But this is for SakuraDrops141, so I had to still keep my sanity and not delete the story!

I hope you all liked it. There's a second chapter, though I will go ahead and smash all those bits and pieces of them fucking about.

Pece out