Larger Than Life ({ OHSHC }) ({ Boy x Boy })

Chapter 3

                  

It was one day left until they were moving to Japan and to be honest Tony was dreading it. Don't get him wrong, he's always wanted to visit Japan, maybe for a week or so, but never to live there; he did know Japanese, he had taken a few Japanese courses in middle school. That time had been quite difficult for him, he had just lost his dad, and he shut himself off from his friends and decided to learn a new language to distract himself. So as he got into high school things started to get better, he started talking again and making old and new friends. Now his mother and this man were taking that away from him.

Yesterday he spent the entire day with his girlfriend; he had felt so guilty and dirtied. He didn't talk to Jenny that much. So today he was spending it with his mates, old and new. They were at the skate park, the main and only place they could hang out.

His friends had noticed a difference in their Pacifist friend. They knew Tony wouldn't hurt a fly and as his friend they felt it was their duty to protect him, they had done that since they found out he refused to fight back, so seeing bruises and scratches on Tony's wrist, arms and legs set the group off on to red alert. They couldn't see his chest though, for once it was covered by a t-shirt, with made every member of the group worried beyond belief. Tony never wore t-shirts. They didn't even know that he owned one.

Blondie, Tony's best friend, honest his name is Blondie. When he was born he had bleach blond hair, now the name is just ironic, as he got older his hair turned dark brown. Blondie was worried about Tony probably more than the other; he had known the white haired boy since they were in diapers. He knew tony like the back of his hand, they were gay life partners after all. Nah, only joking, Blondie wished they were though, you see he extremely open and flamboyantly gay, not afraid to show it either.

Placing a hand on his best friend's shoulder, the flinch from the white haired boy didn't go unnoticed. You see under the shirt were plenty more scratches, bruises and hickeys, Tony was ashamed of every single one. But the biggest bruise was the hand shaped ones on either side of his hips.

"Tony, what happened?" One of his friends, Marcus asked. He was more of the muscles of the group, but that didn't mean he wasn't a teddy bear. His tone was soft and caring, whoever did this to the best person they knew was going to have a bad time.

"I just got attacked, nothing big. I swear you guys, I'm fine." He replied smiling at them, hoping that would reassure them. But it didn't, Tony was their innocent, funny, happy, precious friend, which any of them would protect in a heartbeat.

"Was it Lucas and his gang?" Another one asked, Jonny. Jonny was, well how do I put it nicely, the drug addict. He was always stoned or high, but lately, after he found out Tony was moving away he cut down on everything. Lucas was well known in that area, he had a street gang and a bad reputation, and he was the same age as most of them. But in Tony's opinion Lucas wasn't that bad, they sat together in maths and they got along like a house on fire.

"Nah, just some guy who was in desperate need of some cash." Tony's voice was laid back and calm, completely contradicting was he was on the inside. The friends didn't believe him, sure Tony had been mugged before, but he never acted like this, worried and skittish.

"Why are you wearing a shirt?" Blondie blurted out. Blondie was normally blunt and up front so it was killing him holding in that question for so long.

"If you want I can take it off." Tony threw a wink at Blondie, knowing it would turn his friend into a flustered, blushing mess. The whole group of friend were laughing, knowing that Tony was trying to lighten the dark mood.

"No but seriously," Blondie spoke in between laughter, "why are you wearing a shirt? You never wear shirts."

Tony sighed and looked it his friends. Never before had any of his friends seen such a look of seriousness on the boy. "If I take off my shirt, will you guys promise me that you won't go into over protection mode?" This made the group worry. None the less they nodded in agreement, for now.

Tony took off is sleeveless hoodie showing more of the scratches and bruises. He gripped the hem of his shirt, debating whether or not he should show them. They had been his friend since he could remember; even when he went thought the whole ordeal with his dad they had been there.

Pulling his shirt up, he discarded the piece of fabric next to him. The bruises, the scratches, the hickeys and the hand prints, they were all on show.

"Who did this?" Marcus' voice was low, but calm. Not a good sign. He looked at each of his friend's faces, each on showed anger, annoyance, rage and empathy.

Blondie traced the hand prints that were poking out of his shorts, at which Tony yelped in pain. It had been a few days but they still ached.

"Sorry babe. Didn't mean to hurt you." Blondie spoke quietly and hugged they boy in a gentle embrace.

"Tell us who touched you." Jonny spoke in a raised tone, "tell us who dared to fuckin' touch you!" It was rare for Jonny to yell and when he did you knew it meant business.

At his outburst a car pulled up at the curb of the park. The window rolled down revealing a Japanese man that Tony hated. His frame began to shake in fear, his arms went up hugging himself and protecting his torso from the man's gaze.

They knew who did this to him.

"Tony," the Japanese accent sent shivers down his spine, his friends stood protectively in front of him and at his side, each and every one of them glaring at the older man, "your mother said you'd be here." He turned off the engine and got out, leaning on the car door.

"Who is that guy, Tony?" Marcus asked, turning towards his friend.

"He is the reason I'm moving away, the guy that's marrying my mom." He spoke with his head down, not daring to look up the man.

The three of the glares intensified on the man. He didn't take any notice, brushing them off and continuing to talk to Tony.

"She wants you back home to pack. Why don't I give you a lift?" Had opened the car door once again and hopped in.

"No thanks," Tony spoke barely above a whisper, "I can walk." He spoke a little louder, just to make sure he heard him.

"Don't be daft, I'm here now and it'll be quicker." Hiroshi tried to negotiate.

Jonny placed a hand on Tony's arm to keep him in place; he then turned his head to yell at the man. "He said he can walk, now fuck off." Jonny growled.

"Boy, you don't want to talk to me like that." Hiroshi's tone got darker. Tony started shaking even more; this caught the attention of his friends.

"I think you better leave." Marcus spoke standing in front of Tony, blocking Hiroshi's view of the boy.

He didn't say anything, just glared at the three boys and drove off. Tony let out a shaky breath before calming down. The three turned to the nervous wreck of a friend.

"HIM?!" Blondie started yelling angry beyond belief. Tony nodded keeping his head down, "I'll kill him!" Marcus put a hand on Blondie's shoulder cutting off his soon to be rant.

Tony stood up and started out of the park, "where ya going?" Blondie asked running up to his best friend.

"I still have somewhere to go." He replied with and walked off. The three boys walked with him, not wanting to leave the white haired boy alone.

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Hellosies,

It's me. Hello from the bat shit side, I must of called a million times.

So what do you think? I made it an extra long chapter, meaning I probably wont be updating for a while, I hope this will do for now though...

TTFN