This is a yaoi=boy x boy.
And this is my fist yaoi story i wrote so it might not be good. This is the first book out of two and it is graphic the both of them. So uhh I'm nervous! oh with the book. I got the idea after reading a doujinshi like this.
"HEY LET ME GO YOU BASTARDS!" I screamed at the doctors as the nurse sedated me as she strapped down my arms and legs. The last thing I remember was me screaming then I blacked out.
I woke up in my hospital bed with a headache. My name is Sayori Hishigawa. I'm 18, black hair with red tips, and as you guessed I'm in the psycho ward cuz' I have a major anger problem. I literally mean I'm in the nut house. Just cuz' I lost my temper and killed someone. Geez it's not like anyone is going to miss him. I got up from my bed and went down to the hall to visit my friend Alex, a drug addict (well ex-drug addict now). It was his last day here. I walked in and he got right to the point. "Well I guess it's my last day here." I smiled at him and said, "Yeah I guess so. It's going to get boring around here without you ya know." "Na. Did you hear that some new kid is going to take my place?" "WHAT!" "Ya. His room is on the other side of the building come on I'll show you." We started walking. Great a new "guy" is what we really need in this sausage fest. Some tits and ass is what we need, but anything new here is always welcome. "What's wrong with the kid?" I had to ask to know what I was going to see around here. "He tried to commit suicide. Yes he's a fucking emo fagot." I had to laugh then we walked into his room. There he was knocked out on his bed. I looked at him. He actually looked like a girl. He was small, skinny, very pale, thin, black little under shoulder length hair, and he was somewhat attractive. Now don't get me the wrong way I hate gays ok! And those emo pussies! "What's his name?" Alex rubbed his head and said, "Well I over heard the nurse call him Stephon, so I guess that's his name." I thought it was a badass name. "I can't wait to get my hands on him." Alex got closer to him, but then the nurse said, "OH NO YOU DON'T! HE ALREADY HAS ENOUGH EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS WITHOUT YOU GIVING HIM MORE!" We got out of that room as fast as we could cuz' we both knew well that she can make the shots hurt like hell if you pissed her off. A car pulled up outside. "Well that's my ride. See ya in four months right? That is when you get out right?" "Ya see ya!" He walked out that door and got in the car. Later on I'll find out that he died from a drug overdose.
It was four weeks till I finally had a chance to see the new kid. I was walking on the second floor when I seen him outside obviously lost. I went down stairs and into the garden when he was. "Hey newbie you lost?" No answer. He didn't even turn is head. "Hey are you deaf I asked if you were lost?" It was at lest a minuet before he finally said, "No I know exactly where I'm going and I don't need your help. Now leave me alone." It was deep and it hurt. "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE-!" I stopped myself and put my clenched fist in my pockets. I knew now that I was 1,000 times better then when I first came here and that the medication was working. I just walked away. I started walking away when I heard footsteps behind me. Ha he's following me so he is lost. I KNEW IT! I decided to make this game interesting, so I took off and hid against a wall. Here he came walking fast and stopped and looked right at me then looked down. "HA HA HA! Come here newbie I'll show you around. Ha I knew you were lost." I put my arm around him and gave him a tour of the area. He never said anything, but I felt that he understood with every nod he gave me when I asked him something. The bell rang for dinner. "Come on kid lets go get something to eat."
"My name isn't kid." "Oh yeah. Fine. Lets go eat Stephon." "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY DON'T EVER CALL ME THAT YOU GOT THAT!" This anger was the first emotion I seen him show and it was horrifying. He started walking toward the door while I was left looking like a stone sculpture.