Little Boy

Chapter 11 ~ Falling


Manta’s eyes fluttered open halfway and stared at the ceiling. For several long minutes he was silent, then rolled over while beginning to whimper. After a few minutes, he slowly got out of bed, knowing he would have to face the day sooner or later.

Once he had showered and dressed, he slowly made his way downstairs and to the front door, holding onto his and Anna’s books.

“Manta,” an icy voice said angrily.

“H-Hai?” he whimpered at the sound of his father’s voice.

“Your behaviour is becoming intolerable. If you disappear for days on end one more time, you will be severely punished. Understand?”

“Hai...” he whispered softly.

As the strawberry-blonde expected, school offered no sanctuary. Every girl that saw him would begin giggling, while guys would either start teasing or else give him hostile looks.

Sadly he made his way to his first class and sat anna’s books on her desk, then went to his own and laid his head down.

“Manta-chan, wake up,” Yoh’s voice said softly.

“Hmm?” The blonde opened his eyes and looked up at Yoh, then blushed. “Yoh-chan...”

“Manta... Why are people calling you a girl?” he asked as he knelt down.

Manta looked at the clock for a moment. Class wouldn’t be starting for another fifteen minutes. He looked down at the desk, trying to think of how to stall.

“Why are all the guys saying you wear girls’ underwear?” he asked a little more bluntly.

“Yoh-chan... It’s nothing,” he replied, his face beat red.

“It’s not nothing. I want to know why people think it’s funny to pick on my little Manta-tenchi.”

“It’s nothing,” he repeated sadly, then hid his face.

“Manta-chan, please,” Yoh said gently, then reached forward and placed a hand on the childlike face. “Look at me.”

Manta looked up slowly.

“Please tell me what’s going on.”

Manta blushed then slowly unbuttoned his pants andned themthem a little to show Yoh the reason he was being accused of being a girl.

“Manta...” Yoh said in bewilderment, then sniffed a little as Manta buttoned his pants again. “Well, that explains some things. But . . . Why are you wearing these?”

Manta continued to blush. “Just... because...”

Yoh’s cheeks turned crimson as thoughts came to mind about his little lover, then he sniffed again, a moment later his throat being flooded with a copper taste.

“Yoh-chan?” Manta cried in alarm. “Your nose is bleeding.”

Yoh blinked, then turned redder with a nervous giggle. “I guess it is my punishment for such naughty thoughts.”

Manta looked at him in confusion.

“Never mind. Manta, will you come to the hotel after school tonight? We haven’t really spent time together the last two weeks.”

Manta blushed. “H-Hai... But I can’t stay over night. Dad was angry that I keep taking off.”

Yoh frowned. “Aww, phooey! Oh well!” He hugged him. “Manta?” he whispered. “Do you think you and I could play Happy Game tonight?”

The rising enthusiasm in Manta disappeared instantly at Yoh’s request. He laid his head on Yoh’s shoulder, hugging him, and sadly closed his eyes. “Whatever you want, Yoh-chan,” he murmured softly.

Yoh smiled gently, then nuzzled his face into Manta’s stomach. He looked up hearing the bell ring, then groaned. “Guess it’s class time, huh?” he said as he sat down in his chair.

Later that day, Manta walked to his art class silently. So far he had managed to go through the day without too much trouble, save the teasing he received. He walked into the class and looked around, then sighed as he made his way to his seat.

Anna looked over with a cocked eyebrow, then smirked. ”The little shrimp thinks he can get off that easily, does he?” she thought. ”Boy, has he got another thing coming.” She stood up while grabbing a small packet from her purse, then walked over and dropped the packet on the seat when Manta stood on the chair to reach for a piece of sketch paper. To mislead him, she placed a hand gently on his back and came around to his side. “Manta, I’m happy with the effort you put into my homework,” she said quietly, then leaned down and placed a kiss on his face.

Manta shivered a little in confusion, then looked up at Anna. “Daijobu, On’nashujin,” he said quietly.

She patted his head some, then walked away.

“Maybe... It won’t be so bad,” Manta thought with a slight smile as he looked back to the paper, then sighed as he sat down. He blinked feeling he sat on something, then felt his backside become wet. He stood up and looked at the seat, then his eyes widened when he saw a reddish liquid leaking from a plastic packee loe looked at the back of his pants, then his eyes became shaky as he looked at the table.

“Hey, Manta,” one girl laughed. “Looks like you’re on the rag.”

This gained everybody attention. They turned and stared at Manta, who was trembling while his eyes watered. He quickly dropped his head in shame, his face redder than ever.

The teacher looked over, then she ran over to Manta. “What happened?”

“N-Nothing,” he whispered, knowing full well that Anna had been the culprit, but not willing to get his friend into trouble, regardless of what she had done to him.

He hopped off the chair and walked out of the classroom sadly to retrieve his shorts from his locker. On the way he received more teasing than before and tried his best to ignore it. Now knowing what else to do after he had changed, he continued on with his day as if nothing had happened.

Yoh looked at Manta quietly. The small boy sat at the table next to him, staring down at his food. “Manta? Is everything okay?” he asked.

“I... I’m just not hungry,” he whispered softly. “May... I be excused? I think the bathroom needs to be cleaned anyway.”

“Excellent idea,” Anna stated. “Make sure it’s spotless.”

“Hai, Anna-san,” he whispered, then stood up and left the room.

“Anna, do you not care for him at all?!” Yoh yelled when he was sure Manta was out of hearing range.

“Hmph. He volunteered,” she replied. “And how dare you talk to me like that? You are my fiancee.”

“I am not yours,” he replied angrily. “Something’s wrong with Manta, and all you can do is take advantage of him! What if he’s sick? And what about what happened to him today? Don’t you care that somebody is torturing your friend like that?!”

“Who says he’s my friend?” she replied monotonously.

He growled softly. “You are so terrible,” he said, then he stood and followed Manta. “Manta?” he asked when he found his beloved.

Manta looked up quietly, his eyes revealing to Yoh that he was quite tired. “Hai?”

Yoh knelt down and looked gently at the little boy, stroking the silky hair gently. “Manta, why don’t I take you home? You look really tired.”

“I still have to finish here,” he said quietly.

“Anna said you can go if you want,” Yoh replied as he scooped Manta up. “Come on.”

Soon, Yoh had carried Manta home. He quietly crept into the house, cradling Manta, then quickly made his way to his love’s room. He shut the door, then walked over to the bed and laid Manta down.

“Yoh-chan, you didn’t have to...”

“Shh...” Yoh placed a finger on Manta’s lips and smiled gently. “I wanted to. I can’t make you happy if Anna’s around, now can I?”

Manta looked curiously at him, then froze when Yoh began to unbutton his shirt. “Y-Yoh...”

Yoh smiled, then quickly rid Manta of his clothes, then leaned down and began to kiss the soft flesh. He giggled a little while raising his head and looked at Manta with soft eyes. “My little Baby-Soft,” he whispered, then pulled his shirt off leanleaned down to kiss Manta’s lips.

Manta lay there shakily, then he slackened under Yoh, closing his eyes to hide his sadness.

Yoh looked down with a smile, mistaking Manta’s pained consent for happy permission, then pulled of his pants and began to kiss Manta’s belly, while one hand crept to Manta’s buttocks. Slowly he slid a finger into Manta’s opening, his member hardening quickly, then he began to carefully work at preparing the small body.

Manta forced himself to breathe carefully so as not to let Yoh see his fear, then bit his tongue to concentrate on something else other than the pain Yoh’s digit brought.

Yoh slid a second finger into Manta and began to making a scissoring motion to spread Manta’s opening, then looked at Manta feverishly. “Manta, I need you to roll over, okay?”

“Hai,” Manta whispered quietly, then obeyed. He pressed his face into the bed as Yoh brought up his backside, muffling his small whimpers of pain as Yoh spread him.

“You ready, Manta?” Yoh asked as he placed his erection gently against Manta’s opening. He smiled when Manta nodded, then carefully eased into him. He cringed as he pushed in, finding Manta painfully tight, but soon grew used to the tightness. Slowly he pulled out, then pushed back in again.

Manta moaned painfully, his voice still muffled as he pressed his face into the mattress. Tears began to escape but went unnoticed as Yoh began to thrust harder into Manta, not realizing that pleasure was felt only one way. After a few minutes, Manta’s mind fogged over and his breathing became irregular. Moments later, darkness claimed the boy again. He didn’t feel Yoh reach his nirvana or gently prepare him for bed.

Hao smirked. “Does this hurt, Little Manta?” he asked cruelly as he crushed the boy, then released him and began to kiss the flowing tears. “You’re so beautiful when you cry,” he murmured.

“Please let me go,” Manta whimpered. “Please.”

Hao grinned, then forced the boy onto his stomach and brought up Manta’s backside. “Hmm... You don’t deserve to go yet,” he said quietly, then placed the head of his erection at Manta’s opening.

“Huh? No, please no!” he cried, realizing Hao’s intentions, then begryinrying to struggle away, only to receive a sharp slap to his face.

The shaman used one arm to keep Manta’s waist in place, then let his other hand slip around Manta and began to squeeze his throat. “I said be quiet, and I meant it,” he muttered until he felt Manta slacken with lack of oxygen, then released him and slapped the small face again to keep him awake. Finally Hao rammed his member deep into Manta, grinned when he felt the soft flesh tear and heard an almost mute cry of pain. He pulled out completely, then rammed into the small body again, then began to thrust harder until the slight moan from Manta. He smirked, glad he found Manta’s sweet spot, then began to ram against it as hard as possible so that Manta only felt pain in the sensitive area.

Manta’s mind began to fog as he was torn apart from the inside, his body becoming slack. He could n longer feel the blood that rushed down his tiny legs and everything but the pain was fading. He felt Hao come inside of him and thanked heaven that it was over, but then realized Hao wasn’t stopping.

Slowly his eyes shut, then he slipped into darkness.