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Facing the World Alone	By : Michikaru Category: +G to L > Hikaru no Go Views: 3947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hikaru no Go, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Date posted: Monday, March 5th, 2006

Edited: Not really. I try my best though, so leave me alone! T-T
((cries)).

Chapter Warnings: Language, graphic
sexual content, graphic adult content, graphic adult situations, some
violence, angst� Yaoi, meaning male and male sexual relationship.� You
have been forewarned.

Rated: R to very hard R (Close to NC-17) might be considered NCS in this
chapter, since it is almost Non-Con-Sexual.

Summery: �What is life without Sai?� Shindou had asked himself. The only
answer he could come up with was very simple, �There was no such life.� Not
even the illusion of an after life could stand up long. Not even Go could hold
the burden of lost and act as its substitute. �What is life when you have
nothing to live for?� It is nothing; obsolete.

Facing
the World Alone

By: Mira Watanabe

:: Chapter Three :: Third person POV

The End that Meets
the Beginning, II

Shin was walking down the desolate back ally of Twenty-Third Street.
As he got closer to his destination, his posture became more relaxed and lazy,
and his face more down cast. He was getting into character; like putting on the
sheep�s pelt.

The mark was another middle aged man, about 38 years old. He
was 6 feet 7 and leaning too bulky for Shin�s tastes. His hair was the same
lengths as Yamada-sensei�s with the same black coloring with green shine. His
eyes thought were the perfect sun burst of yellow-orange to yellow. Neither Auburn, nor honey
colored. Shin didn�t bother blushing in the dark until he was a few feet from
the nearest street light. It takes a pro to know when to put the cards on the
table without wasting a hand. He self-consciously tugged his leather jacket
close to get the mark to look at his bare chest.

Shin watched the sun set into a golden hue. As the clich�
goes, �Hock, line, sinker,� and he has captured another fish out of the pond.

Shin took a step back, acting weary of the stranger. Baiting
once more. �S-Sorry��

The stranger took a step forward without a word.

Shin fidgets with the hem of his leather jacket and tries to
step around the man, �uhm� e-ex-excuse me... please��

The stranger doesn�t move and stairs down at the teen.

Shin, with pseudo-reluctance, looks up, �Eh� um� please
move.�

Pushing the younger man into the algae-eaten wall, the
stranger grins. �No,� comes the defiant answer.

Shin wills his eyes wide in a realistic mockery of surprise.
He stares at the now honey colored eyes and licks his lips as if he was
nervous.

�What-what are you going to do?� Shin shutters, already
knowing what happens next but getting into the fun of the Game.

�Turn around and face the wall,� comes the curt command, but
before Shin could follow the order, the stranger has already spun him around. Instinctively,
Shin raises his arms to save himself from a hard blow to the head, getting his
arms scratched up in the process.

Pretending to have a longer recovery time, Shin rests his
head on his arms as if dazed, all the while letting the stranger arrange him as
he sees fit. Legs spread in a lewd position.

The older man then unbuckles the teen�s belt and strips the
black leather pants down and over supple butt cheeks. Shin groans. He then
extracts a condom from his back pocket and pulls down his own, tailored, pants.
Pulling out his huge meaty organ, he slips on the plastic. He leans forward and
pushes Shin�s chest onto the slimy wall, licking the back of the teen�s ear and
rubbing his meat into the crevice of his ass. His voice is husky with need, �This
might hurt a bit.�

The stranger then enters Shin fast and hard. Indeed it does
have a mild discomfort, but he gives the whimpered cry the man wants. Teeth are
at his neck like a vampire�s kiss. Hands grab his semi-hard on and pumps in
tune with the stranger�s thrust. A rhythm is made, a tempo born; the bitter
sweet music of sex.� Shin whimpers and
moans and groans with forced passion as the stranger behind him grunts his
approval.

One hand leaves his dick to wrap around his slim waist.
Leverage.� The other hand moves faster,
more demanding. Closer to completion. The stranger grunts and fucks Shin into
the wall of the narrow ally of Twenty-third. Panting, the wet sound of sex.
Spicy Musk. The hand tightens painfully hard. Shin�s scream, the stranger�s grunt.
Completion.

�

�Recovery. Breathing. In, out. In, out. In, out. The mimics
of the dirty deed done. In, out. In, out. In, out.

Inhale, exhale. Recovered. The stranger grins. Round two.

The stranger backs up and watches his �victim� sink to his
knees exhausted.� He smirks. Just where
he wanted him.

�

�Kid.�

Shin looks hesitantly over his shoulder and up to the man.
The stranger�s suit was still immaculate even after such exerting activities.
The man�s meat is trusted into his face. He needn�t be told what to do after
such a blunt command.

Shin licks the spongy head of the male organ; a small taste
for flavor. It�s not good like the story books say. Salt and must assault the
senses. Hands join the pilgrimage around the erection. After another lick, Shin
looks up for approval. The stranger grins but says nothing. While staring into
Honey colored eyes, Shin brings his mouth around the head of the organ and the
stranger twitches. Hands clench the black locks of Shin�s hair. �Don�t move,�
says the silent command. Shin complies.�

The stranger trusts into Shin�s mouth and he lets it choke
him a little. The darkening of Stranger�s eyes says he liked that a lot. A born
sadist. The teen starts to move his head, sucking and licking the salty meat in
his mouth. The stranger shivers. He is happy. The end comes seemingly
un-expectantly. Shin allows himself to choke on the sperm but still swallows.
The taste is bitter and foul like rotten milk. Shin immediately stops that
thought as his stomach revolts.

The taller man picks him up, cradles him even. Carefully he
zips the other man�s semen-coated, leather pants and discards his condom into a
plastic Ziploc inside his suit pocket. Stranger is a cautious man.�

�Next Tuesday, midnight.
Here,� and the stranger is gone. That�s how these things work.

Shin smirks. This is his world, his rules, his Game. He
reaches back into his pants pocket and extracts the two cards slipped there
seemingly unnoticed; paper and plastic -- a stander white card with privet
phone number and a credit card most likely with set amount. Looks like Stranger
is going to be a daily shopper.� Fine by
him, it was a good fuck for a first timer.

Note to self, treat Karasu to a scotch. Maybe even a
freebee, depending on the amount of the card.

Shin then heads home early for the night. He pulls out a
cig, and for once life is tolerable. He�d hate to see the consequences
tomorrow. For everything there is a price. For a tolerable day, the price was
going to be big. It was a sure guarantee in Shin�s life. �Bring it on,� he challenges mentally.

The bar, Blood-Black Roses, is open when he says it should
be. Which that is why it is almost always closed. Shin prefers the silent life
of things. Walking one of his twisted routs home, he stops by a locker room and
punches in his combination, and the three inch steel door opens without a
problem. He pulls out his discarded school bag, not really a backpack, and his
keys. Inside the locker, in the very back, he punches a new number in before
closing the door.

Tomu lets him keep his little locker cemented in his locker
room. The ones he owned where crap. Shin promises to let him keep the hundred
thousand, in American, security box after he moves away. Tomu doesn�t care, not
when he is drunk off his ass eighty-five percent of his life.�

Taking his goods with him, he walks across the street to his
home. Over a year on the streets and he was doing well. He opened the side door
to Blood-Black Roses with a series of keys and punched in a code to the panel
he installed last month, or the month before. He was home.

�Tadaima,� Shin whispers to the cold, dark recess of the
bar-made-home. The teen closes the door, switches on the many lights, and locks
up the locks, adding the chain. Before he leaves, he punches in the new
security code. Sixteen months on the street teaches a person many lessons in
life. Life is the greatest of all teachers.

First things are always first. Shin walks to the small
laundry room located behind the bar for employees at one point. He strips the
glued pants from his body with practiced ease and throws it and his jacket into
the wash. Socks soon follow. He then opens his school bag and extracts his
light gray t-shirt and beat up Levies. After tossing them into the wash he adds
yesterday�s towels and washcloths. Dumping a handful of powdered soap in, he
clothes the lid in pushes the washing machine on. Easy cleaning at its best.
Too bad the machine was a bitch in heat.

Going to the dryer, he took out yesterday�s wash out. After
folding the pseudo-leather garment, he put them into his bag and set it on a
chair for tomorrow. He left gray shirt number two on the back of the chair with
Levies number two. The shirts and pants were on sale, what could he say?

A green towel and wash cloth was left on the dryer as he
took the other two with him for washing. Four for one deal, couldn�t miss it.

The bathroom downstairs contained a simple hose, a green bar
of Zest soap, a bottle of the cheapest shampoo, no bran name, and a drain in
the floor. It was enough. The corner was mainly used to wake up drunks or to
get to a hose on time to stop a brawl from getting too heated. Shin used it as
a fast way to wash up.

After throwing the towels in the wash, Shin couldn�t have
felt much cleaner at the moment. Naked as the day he was born, he walked out of
the employees� lounge, past the tables and chairs, up the stairs, past the
�guest� rooms, to his room furthest down the hall; the owner�s quarters.

The only difference between the guest rooms and the owner�s
quarters where simple. The guest rooms looked and felt like a prison cell; a
bed spring on the bare-cemented floor, a chest of well used goodies and a sink.
The owner�s quarters at least had a gilded-metal frame, a shelf made out of
wood and cinder blocks, a shabby armoire, and an adjacent bathroom. The
bathroom was the best part; there was a bath standing above ground on three
little claw feet and a cinder block. He bypassed using the bath that night, for
the thing contained only one setting, scolding.

The lumpy bed was anything but comfortable, but Shin wasn�t
picky. The teen just sat there after retrieving his medical supplies. He put
some antibiotics on his scraped arms and dropped the supplies on the floor for
later use. He then wound up his antique alarm clock and set it on the floor
next to the bed as well. He closed the door to his room and turned off the
light. Daring to walk though the pitch black room, he stubbed his toe on the
chest at the foot of his bed. Bed found. He crawled into the scratchy sheets of
his covers and fell asleep instantly. He had an exhausting night.�

His last thought was wondering why he never felt cold that
night, walking through the streets nearly half naked, in the midst of winter no
less.

End Chapter: To Be Continued

Annoying Authors Notes:

If I haven�t already told you, I�m making this story up off
of a whim. I�m going in blind!! No
really, I have no clue what is going to happen next so don�t ask me. LMAO! All
I know is where I want this story to
go, and I know even that will probably change as I go along. It�s a good 98
percent chance. �A story writes itself� is true in a very freakish way. It�s
like the character�s takeover without you ever realizing it. Damn Nazis. It is
frustrating to say the least, but I haven�t given up all hope of taking back
over my story. Actually, I never try to take over a story anymore; I just let
it go its own way, then we�re both happy� somewhat. Then it�s like I�m not even
writing the damn thing. Oh don�t mind me, I�m just sitting here typing you up,
go do your own damn thing, it�s not like I�m your freaking author! Love you too
babes, kisu.

Hummm� I like the tone of the
beginning. �The mimics of the dirty deed done� Round Two...� ((shivers)) That
gives me Goosebumps of excitement. ((giggles)) � but otherwise very
descriptive, even for me. ((shivers))

My second favorite part was ��The bathroom was the best
part; there was a bath standing above ground on three little claw feet and a
cinder block�� Something about that �and a cinder block� gets me laughing.

Until next time,

Ja ne!

Chapter Notes:

Japanese words used:

Tadaima - I�m home

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