Boy x Boy one shots

The Crow

-->This is not a back story, or anything, just a short story I came up with and I wanted to get it on paper, and yes this has NSFW content, probably the dirtiest I've ever written. So be warned and enjoy~Dazai<--

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I stood with the bottle in my hands, staring at the prescription. If I took it all at once I know I'd overdose, no doubt about it. But was it really worth it?

I've killed 3 people and put a countless amount in the hospital, torn apart families and been a nonsense by living. Just trying to survive.

As a kid, my dad disowned me in a way after I had stood up to his wife who treated me like garbage. But she wasn't the only one. He had a wife before that, who used to abuse me and my sperm donor. But the most recent wife had him so head over heels he couldn't keep his damn head straight and realize she was in the wrong. So I left them. And in that process, I left my sisters too, which is unforgivable.

I should've tried for them.

After that, I went hunting for my own family, people that had my back. That never worked either. I went and found friends after friends and none of them had my back. Mostly because I just wasn't the same. I knew there was just something that made me different from them.

When my best friend Ghost asked me out, I finally realized what was so wrong with me. I was bisexual. I tried to tell my friends when I was 14, but they never accepted me and I eventually left them.

I tried to go to high school, but that never worked either. I made friends there, but I left after a while.

Eventually, I became a lone wolf, living on my own and trying to make a life for myself. But my old enemies found me over and over. They hated the fact that I just wasn't the same, and came to haunt me for it.

Beating after beating, I was on the brink of death after they were done every time. They always toyed with me. I could never go to a hospital or get help for myself, because they would know and return me home. I always took care of myself.

I was raising myself.

Eventually, I revolted. I killed 3 of the guys who used to be my friends without trying and put the rest of them in the hospital. A lot of people try to mess with me, but I feel as if I'm such an emotionless mess that I'm just ruthless.

They started calling me the crow. In the bad side of Pasadena, everyone seems to know my name. They call me my own murder, and no one messes with me anymore.

I thought I was truly alone.

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I was walking on the street people usually tremble when they see me, a reaction I'm used to.

It seemed to be another lonely ass day.

Then I saw him.

Brown longer hair, freckles. He was precious. A guy had the kid pinned against the wall, his face was red and he had tears in his eyes. I felt my face go red staring at him. He was beautiful.

I saw as the guy kicked and yelled at them.

"P-Please.." The kid whimpered. "I'll do anything just please.."

"Shut the fuck up fag," the larger one yelled. "You're gonna pay whether you like it not."

I walked over there to see what was going on, and I saw the trembling kid against the wall. He had tears falling down his cheeks, pulling on my heart strings.

I went up to the guy on top of him, giving him an evil look with my blood red-ish eyes. He looked at me with a dirty look, pissing me off and I broke his nose.