Cliché

12: Yang

It wasn't jealousy, it was self-defence. I stand by the fact I was NOT intoxicated when I 'attacked' Lauren Pitman, I was scared for Yuki is all. I know Lauren, he does this type of stuff. Preying on younger ones, selling dirty pictures for them on the street, he's not a good guy.

"Yuki!" I called as he went back inside. Someone had called 911 for Lauren and everybody was leaving. I watched helplessly as Yuki found Rayvn, who was in tears for some reason. They said a few words and then went outside where Dexter was waiting by the car. He was drunk out of his mind so I followed and offered to drive for him. The four of us got in with Rayvn still crying and Yuki trying to calm him down. "Ray, it's alright I'm here." Yuki's voice was soft and comforting. Rayvn choked back more sobs and hugged him. I sighed, perhaps I did mess SOMETHING up. Although I don't regret punching Lauren, that was awesome.

I dropped off Yuki first, watching him walk into that musty old apartment building sparked something in me. "Rayvn, are you okay to drive home? I wanna clear things up with Yu." Rayvn wiped his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, I think I can manage." he smiled a sad smile and my heart wrenched. We got out and Rayvn took his spot in the driver's seat, I ran into the building after Yuki. Floor 3 apartment No. 317. I had it memorized as I do his height, weight, birthday, favourite food.... I guess I had a bit of an obsession with this one. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door. "Yuki? It's me, Yang. Can we talk please?" I held my breath as I heard shuffling from inside, then he opened the door just a crack. "What's there to talk about? You punched a guy I thought I could actually be FRIENDS with." His voice was shaky and his eyes were red, I knew he had been crying. "Yuki, you don't know who Lauren really is. You don't know what he's done. I.... I was so worried when I saw you talking to him I didn't want you t-to be..." No, I told myself, you can't cry in front of him. I took another breath and regained my composure. "Just let me in and I'll explain. No more than five minutes, and if you still doubt me after that, I'll go." I tried giving my most pleading look, which just made Yuki look down. "Fine," he mumbled, "come in, but let me get dressed first."

He opened the door a bit more so I could get in. There was an open bottle of marble soda on his coffee table and a box of tissues, he was watching My Neighbor Totoro. Then I realized he was still in a skirt as he ducked into his bedroom to change. I felt my face heat up a bit and then sat on the couch, taking a sip out of his marble soda. Mango, eh? Yuki emerged from his bedroom in sweatpants and a rainbow t-shirt that had a unicorn on it. He sat next to me and took a big swig out of his soda. "So," he said, shutting off the TV, "What's so bad about Lauren?" I looked up the local police department on my phone and pulled up his criminal record. "This. This is what's bad about him!" I saw the remaining colour drain from Yuki's already white face. Lauren was on the list for registered sex offenders and had much worse charges on his file. "B-but he....." Yuki started, "He was.... So..... caring a-and he had a s-stutter like me a-and I thought we.... I thought he..." I pulled him closer to me, "It's okay. Just hush. I was trying to protect you, see? Lauren and I...." I swallowed the spit building up in my mouth, "We used to date. For about two weeks, in college."

Although Lauren was 3 years younger than me, he liked to be the one in control. I broke up with him because not only was I STILL upset over my break up with Dexter, but the guy was creepy. Always looking at the freshmen boys and whispering comments to me about how good they'd be in bed. Sometimes we'd go to this cafe where a bunch of high schoolers and middle schoolers would go to after a dance or a game, he'd look at them with the creepiest smile and told them how pretty they were. I knew after looking through his phone one day that he would invite the ones he liked most to a hotel, saying they could 'hang out.' but would then drug them, take pictures of them, and rape them. I was the one who turned him into the police.

Yuki clutched onto my jacket as a little boy clutches his mother's hand. His royal purple eyes stared up at me with tears at the brim. "He's bad?" Yuki's voice was breaking for reasons I did not know, so I nodded and stroked his hair. "Yes, my prince. But I won't let him touch you. I will not let ANYBODY touch you, okay?" He nodded silently and I kissed his head. "Can you stay over?" Yuki asked as he slowly let go of my jacket. "Sure, and I can sleep on the couch if you aren't... comfortable with me in the same bed as..." We both blushed, warmth spreading over my face. I realized maybe now was my chance as I licked my lips and pushed Yuki onto his back on the couch. I was overtop him as I snuck a kiss and said, "Wanna make love, Pinky?"