Full Moon

Full Moon

Warnings: There is slash in here, and there is also rape, some explicit with details, some not. If you find negativity, bondage, rape, suicidal thoughts, or males being intimate with other males an issue, then please, do not bother with this story, for I am not in the mood to hear it. Thank you :)

Summary: Umm… I’m not so sure about that, but if you have any ideas for me, please share them.

The moon shone in through the parted curtains. Full, luminous. HAUNTING. The rays kept him awake, taunting him with things that he knew not of, or, rather, that he thought he’d never have. Light. Warmth. JOY.

These were the things Nym abandoned, the things forlorn and forsaken for this once cheery boy.

The full moon, all its exuberance, cousin to that joyous sun, and partaking in all it’s freedom. It taunted him to the point where he wanted nothing more than to bury it. He didn’t want to have to see it anymore. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to shift and close the curtains. To close his eyes. To turn his head.

So he stared, his doe-like emerald eyes tearing at the sight.

He wanted the moon to become a part of him; to allow him to be accepted within its cult.

He felt hopeless. Like, even in the wake-less hours, where he should be finding peace within his dreams, he was being shut out.

His dreams didn’t want him.

The moon didn’t want him.

And the stars, with their twinkling dance and hue, laughed at the helpless boy beneath them. Helpless to join them, and helpless to turn away.

“Stupid stars” he mutters. Still unable to turn away, and still unable to turn his face to their light.

He wanted to cry. He felt the stinging of the tears at the corners of his eyes. He felt as though he would cry, as the all too familiar sting began in the back of his eyes.

“Stupid tears.” He retorts, contorting his rounded face into a pout.

He wanted to be free, to be able to fly, and not feel like this any more. He wanted to be allowed to be himself, and be able to express the way he felt. Never having to play the “perfect child” just because he was the youngest member of a well respected family.

He hated it. The full moon.

He wanted to join in its brilliant dance, and feel free to be himself no matter who was there. But he couldn’t, and he’d be reminded by that every night by the moon. The taunting growing with the moon, and his only night of peace: the new moon.

He needed that peace. He needed the darkness. The purity of the stars. The magic of his dreams.

And this is how he fell asleep, thinking of many pacifying dreams, also accompanied with the thought of one thing. The very thing that he lassoed, roped, pulled from it’s high pedestal, and bled; tormented. The very bane of his night-life.

The Full Moon.

Waking to the sun the next morning was no better for the youth.

His alarm was beat by a minute.

“Stupid sun...” He hears the birds outside of his window. “Stupid birds...”

He rolls to his side, sitting at the edge of the bed, and turning off his alarm. Looking around his tidy room, he sighs. His cleanliness was the only part of his personality that was wholly accepted... to an extent. Shaking his head, he stands, thinking of all the times he'd been called a “neat freak” amongst other things by his siblings.

Heading to his closet, he pulls out his uniform.

It is black and lined with deep red, with a large moon on the black of the blazer. He is a student of the prestigious High School: Full Moon Academy.

He had loathed his parents the first time they'd announced with their cheery smiles; and the 'it's good for the family image' speech they'd given him hadn't made him feel any better about it.

He wanted nothing more than to be able to choose his school, just be free, and not have to be taunted even by the name of his school.

Shaking away these thoughts he moves towards his private baths, starting up a shower before brushing his teeth.

Looking up, he frowns at himself. Large, emerald eyes, hair so blond it looks silver, reaching just to the middle of his back, skin, pale from mostly time in doors studying, though not looking sickly. Shaking his head, he sighs.

To most eyes, he was beautiful.

To his eyes, he was an eyesore.

Hideous.

A blemish to his prestigious family name and image.

He generally hated himself, mainly because he was the only one who couldn't look the way the remainder of his family did...

His mother was petite, curvaceous, and had deep red hair, so fair it looked like blood in the right lighting, and sea blue eyes, as did all of his sisters, through some twist of luck.

His father was tall with a wide chest, broad shoulders, jet black hair, and eyes so deep brown that they appear black, and seem to swallow your soul. As were all his brothers.

He was about as short as the females and their five feet five inches frames at his own five feet six inches – well bellow the six foot three frames of the other males. Sure, his hair was the right length, but that was the only thing right about him.

Also, he was the only one to inherit his great grandfather's looks since the man himself possessed them.

His parents, the servants, and those looking to get into or remain in the good graces of their family, all told him that that made him unique, and the most special of the entire family.

His siblings, on the other hand told him it made him a freak.

Considering that he was around them more often than those who accepted his looks, he'd grown a complex against himself.

Shedding his clothing, he gets into the shower.

It's five in the morning, on his first day at a school in which he knows he'll be picked on.

Ten minutes later, he was finished in the shower, turning off the water. Stepping out, he towels off, and puts on his mixture of liquid oil essence and olive oil. Sliding into his clothing, he combs his hair out from the ponytail it had been in whilst he was in the shower, and heads to his room.

Placing on his socks and picking up his bag, he heads out of his room, and down the hall.

Being the seventh child had its downfalls and perks.

He hadn't decided rather being a last minute thought, and therefore having a room all alone on the complete other side of the family home was one or the other.

As he reaches the main corridor, he heads right, entering the kitchen a few moments later.

“Good morning young master Nym, always the first to rise, even now...” The head chef politely greets him, as he and the kitchen staff bustle around to make breakfast.

“I suppose it saves the staff from having to come to my end of the house to wake me after fighting with my siblings...” he says as my father enters, fully dressed.

“Good morning Nym, nice to see one of my children is being agreeable this morning...” His father says, walking past me with a pat to the head.

His mother enters seconds behind his father, hugging him loosely around the shoulders and giving him a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “My sweet boy, why couldn't more of my children have turned out like you?” She chirps, already energetic at six thirty in the morning.

Why would you wish that upon them... he thinks to himself bitterly, though never answering her aloud.

Sighing, she shakes her head and moves to the kitchen table, saddened once more that he hadn't even attempted a response, though not granted much time to dwell on the matter as her children began their steady stream into the room, all looking flawless and as though they'd just come out of bed beautiful to begin with.

“Are you all ready for the last day of school?” His father questions for small talk as the last of them sat at the kitchen table.

He received grunts and/or nods from every child but Nym. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. And as his mother had always told him, you don't give a response if you aren't certain how you feel, that is misleading, and misleading people is always wrong.

Moments later, breakfast is set before them.

Today's selection was eggs, turkey bacon, turkey sausage, Belgian waffles, apple juice or orange juice, coffee, milk, and a fruit salad.

“What's in the salad?” Nym questions the server as she brings the bowl to him.

“Cantaloupe, honey dew, and strawberries.” She answers.

Nodding his head, she recognizes that as the go ahead to place the fruit upon his plate. After one spoonful, he raises his hand to stop the server from putting more on it, playing the perfect role of the youngest member of a prestigious family.

“That's why you're so doggone small. You need to eat more...” His eldest brother taunts him as he lets the egg server pile on the eggs.

Shrugging, Nym allows the server to place two waffles onto his plate.

Looking down, he began to enjoy his meal, content with the feeling of food after not having eaten much the night before.

Ten minutes later, and the breakfast dishes were being cleared from the table.

“Well Regius* family, it is time for school. Go forth and represent the family name, uphold the honor, my children, and we shall hopefully see you this evening...” Their father gives his normal speech as he and their mother exit from the room to begin their daily... whatever it is that they do.

Sighing, the eldest of the family stands. “Alright troupe, let us go and meet our bus...” He says, walking out of the door with his bag.

Once in the main hall, they all place on their shoes and exit the door, to go and catch the prestigious black and red bus to the prestigious New Moon academy... or whatever.

Closing the door behind him, Nym frowns deeply. He really didn't want to have to go.

Please, please God, make today go alright... He thinks to himself before he goes out of the door.

Following his siblings, he looks at the bus as it pulls in front of their home.

It was the same colors as his uniform, a full moon on its side. I guess that’s all the acknowledgement the school needs… he thinks to himself as he boards.

“Ah, so the youngest Reguis is with us at last. Welcome to the bus, my boy…” The driver says in an overly friendly manner.

Nym frowns, staring at the man for a moment. “I’m not quite sure how to respond to that…” He says gently, quietly, before moving past him to have a seat.

“Just as shy as they’ve all said…” he thought he’d heard the bus driver observe as he moved towards where the sibling right before him was beckoning.

“New people sit in the back.” She says.

He nods, moving towards the back of the bus, wondering why it was so empty if this was the beginning of the new school year.

Shrugging it off, he sits, and they move to the next bus stop.

The doors open and in walks the eldest member of the Carus* family, followed by the other members of the family.

They all spread out, the eldest member moving towards where I am, only to stop and scowl – well, scowl more than he’d been already. He seemed to brush it off, and sits directly beside me.

Everyone on the bus gasps, and he looks annoyed. “Drive already…” He practically barks at the bus driver, who closes the doors, and begins to go towards either the next stop or the school.

“You know, none of your siblings have ever been daring enough to sit in my section.” He says looking directly at Nym.

“Well… they tricked me. They told me this is where first years were supposed to sit… well, the sister right above me did, that is…” The boy says quietly. “I’m sorry or being in your space… I’ll make sure not to come ba-“ He was cut off by a finger against his lip.

“Don’t you dare. I rather like you sitting by me… you smell delicious.”

There as a silence for ten minutes while Nym pondered over this. Delicious? What does he mean by delicious? Before he got a chance to voice his curiosities, he was spoken to once more.

“My name is Lucius; Lucius Carus to be exact.” He says.

“I-I knew the last name, but it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Carus.” Nym says politely.

“Just Lucius. And I have a feeling you are wondering just what I mean by smell delicious.” At Nym’s nod, he smiles. “I’ll tell you what. If you let me pick you up for dinner, I’ll explain.” He offers.

Nym looks at him. The smile seemed sincere, but he had a feeling he just might not want to know the secrets held behind those kind, yet lethal looking eyes.

“Umm.. thank you, but no thank you, Mr.…I mean Lucius. I’ll probably have a lot of homework to do today, plus it’s a school night.” He says, thinking that that was just enough for it to be the end of it.

“Fine, then this weekend.” Lucius replies, the niceness barely faltering.

He’s used to getting his way I see… Nym thinks to himself before sighing. “I’ll think about it, but I might be spending the weekend with a friend of mine…” He lied. He didn’t have friends, his siblings had them all, but he just wasn’t so sure he wanted to spend time alone with someone he just met.

“Very well then…” Lucius replies, turning his attention to the front of the bus. “We’ll be at the school in ten minutes. Would you be so kind as to wake me?”

“Sure. I can do that…” Nym shakes his head dutifully.

“So cute…” He could have sworn he’d heard being whispered from beside him.

He blushes, and then frowns at the blush, turning his attention out of the window.

Ten minutes seemed to fly by, his thoughts roaming through what he thought his day could be like, and what had already transpired from his day; though most of all, he thought of what little sleep he’d had the night before.

As the bus turned towards the front of the school, he gently nudged the elder male’s arm. “We’re here…” he says quietly, knowing the other would hear him, just as he’d heard him all the times before. Or at least hoping the other would.

“Thank you…” He was answered. Staring back out at the catholic chapel looking school building, he was awed, though still felt the rustlings of the one behind him.

As the bus stopped, everyone was getting up to exit. Picking up his bag, Nym exited around the other male, heading off the now clear bus. “Thanks for the ride…” he said politely to the bus driver, before leaving and being ambushed by his siblings.

“What was it like?”

“Did he threaten you?”

“I bet he just completely ignored you…”

These and other things were thrown at him as they made their ways to the front entrance.

“Identification...” A male said to the group as the neared the door.

All his siblings pulled their out. “Alright. And you?”

All attention was turned to the searching boy. “Oh no! My wallet!” He softly cries in panic. He’d thought he’d had it, and yet it was gone.

“Oh good, I caught you. You dropped this when you were going around me.” Lucius walk up, followed by his astonished siblings.

“Thanks Lucius!” Nym smiles at the elder male, gabbing his wallet and flashing his id.

Nodding in astonishment, the door watch allowed him passed.

The Regius family and the Carus family walked into the school together.

“Brother, you seem more rested…” a female in the Carus family commented.

“I slept a while.” Was the only answer she received.

Digging into my bag, I ignore my siblings as they looked overly pleased with the attention they were getting. Pulling out my schedule folder, I open it up and sigh. Looking at the map, I frown. “Lovely… all the way on the other side of the… hey... Lucius! Give it back!”

“No can do. Not until I approve of your schedule.” He runs his eyes over the words and numbers, handing the paper back over. “Looks like you’re my shadow for the year.”

I frown. “What?” I ponder aloud.

“It means you have every class with him, including lunch. Lucky you… I’m Serenity by the way, Second youngest. This is my twin, Sincerity, she’s the third youngest. We all have first class together. Come on…”

They’re all so dang nice…I wonder what they want with me… the ever skeptical youth thinks, following them regardless.