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Here it is! All in Karasu's shady past is revealed!! Enjoy the pivotal fifth installment of THE PERFECT HARMONY!

Please, I know that the whole Scott incident was real, but don't just post "I'm sorry" comments....I'm a big boy, and I've had plenty of time to recover. I did change his last name to protect his family.

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The Perfect Harmony; Chapter V: Awakened Memories

I sat still on the leather chair. Eddy, Baurus, and Drake had all taken up seats on various objects that were found in the room. Baurus was seated on the bottom stairs of a stairwell, Eddy had perched himself upon a wooden crate, and Drake sat on a wooden chair. I took a deep breath. At first, I was reluctant to begin, but looking into the three pairs of calm eyes made me think differently. This would be the first time that I told anyone about my previous relationship...it would feel good to get it off of my chest.

"Well" I began.

"This whole ordeal started a couple of years ago..."

I glanced down at my car's clock...11:42, which meant that I had three minutes. I would never make it, and my French teacher would be pissed.

"Shit...come on, car! Drive faster!" As it was, I was pulling 70 in a 35...probably not the wisest thing to do...but damn it, I needed to get back to school! I swerved into the student parking lot, thanking the gods that there was a close space. I didn't bother with locking the doors, and had just enough time to grab my bag before the school's first automated bell went off. That meant I had five more minutes to traverse the entire campus. I threw a glance over my shoulder at my wings. How I wished those damn things would work. I raced as fast as I could to where I needed to be going. The school was undergoing construction, and I had to get through all of it. Of course, the first day my parents trust me enough to let me drive to school, I'd have to ruin it by speeding and then being late on top of that. I was in the foreign language department now...damn the new building...I still hadn't memorized the layout of the place. I found the door with the French writing on it, and busted inside just as the bell rang.

"Excusez-moi pour d'être en retard...la circulation était très horrible" I explained to the teacher. Madame LeVan would excuse anything if you could vocalize it in French. Blaming the traffic was everybody else's answer, so I figured it to be appropriate here. Madame LeVan nodded her head in acceptance, and I took my seat, next to the school's star swimmer, Scott.

"He's not that impressive" I would always tell people. I guess it was my way of holding back jealousy. On the other end of the room sat a beautiful German shepherd.

"There's always something sexy about the new student" I thought. I didn't even know the guy's name yet, and already I liked him. Either way, he just oozed heterosexuality, so I doubted that he and I would ever hit it off...unless we were to become chance roommates in college, and he proclaimed some absurd long lost feelings for me....

"Hey, Karasu...I'm having a party this Saturday...guys only, if you know what I mean. You in?" Scott was such a jock. The kind of athlete that could barely put together a few sentences...at least he was smarter than those retard football players. I had to put up with them enough, being an athletic trainer. Although, I did applaud the fact that he was open about his homosexuality...I figured that the student body in general would be up in arms about the school's star swimmer being gay, but then again...it's not like swimming is a mainstream sport.

"Yeah...I suppose I'll come..." I said in the same dismissive tone that I used whenever I spoke to athletes. I would go just to see if any cute guys were there and to administer CPR to the guys who had drunk themselves unconscious...so it had always been. The class continued on with the lesson in French past tense usage, which I had already finished. Instead, I sat and stared at the new kid, looking away whenever he lifted his head. Our school was set in a human-dominated community, so it was nice to see a new morph here. All the other morphs were my friends, and it can get tiring when you see the same faces day after day. An hour or so later, the bell rang, and I gathered my things into my bag.

"See you tomorrow then" Scott said, and he drifted off, to be instantly followed by his all girls' fan club.

"He's not freaking Michael Phelps." I thought.

I went through the rest of my classes in a completely lethargic state. Everything was so boring. If they would have told me that this is how junior year was going to be, I would have said no. At long last, the final bell rang, and I headed for the trainer's office. Trainers are required to stay after school and help out the athletes who are in practices or games. It was football season, and the office needed all the help it could get. I found it ironic that most of the football players publicly announced how gays are the end of the world, and yet I was always the trainer they came to whenever they needed anything. It's not like I minded...a couple of them were pretty cute, as far as humans go.

Upon entering the office, I exchanged my Pink Floyd sweatshirt for a medical coat, and met the usual line of football players needing injuries tended to, or massages, or ice, or just wrappings. Most of the small stuff I was able to pawn off on the younger trainers, all girls, who would gladly do whatever you said. They always reminded me of lemmings. The first couple of guys just needed ankle wrappings, which I pawned off on the newest trainers. The next guy in line had a deep gash on his arm, so I called an ambulance in for him, and asked why he hadn't already done that. All I got in response was a grunt...typical football player response. The next guy in line had evidently pulled upper leg muscles, and needed a massage.

"Finally" I thought. After such a crappy day at school, I really needed to watch a cute football player take his pants off and let me rub his ass down. I set up the screen, as the other trainers are female, and told him to lie down as I got everything ready.

"Lindsay" I called one of the new trainers.

"Could you please write up an injury report for the imbecile who gashed his arm on the water trough, and didn't care to call an ambulance? We need those for our archives. She nodded without speaking, and slowly made her way to the stack of papers.

"Poor kid" I though. Her mother had committed suicide a few weeks back. I really felt for her, and had originally insisted that she didn't come back. But she insisted more, and said it kept her happy, so I lightened her work load. I stepped behind the screen, and found the grunt laying face down on the bed...naked from the waist down.

"Just what I needed" I thought. Today I didn't even try to hide my boner, like I usually do. I figured that if he asked me about it, I would tell him the truth. He had a nice firm butt, and I thoroughly enjoyed rubbing it down, although I wish that I could have done more with it.

Halfway through my pleasure session, I felt a familiar vibrating from within my pants...my cell had just received a text.

"Jeez....now what?" I said out loud as I pulled my phone out. Jennifer, my best friend, was the sender. I flipped open the phone and read the messages contents. It read:

U wanna hang out l8er? We still need 2 study for AP his.

I had forgotten about the Advanced Placement U.S. History test that was slated for Monday. I punched in a quick reply, telling her that I would be over after I was done, and pocketed my phone. The rest of the day was just as monotonous as ever. I finished up in the trainer's office, studied with Jennifer, and went home, where I ate a quick dinner and played Perfect Dark before going to bed.

The next evening, I pulled up to Scott's house. I could see that his party had already started; there were silhouettes of the other guests against the window's drapes, and you could hear the low thumping of the bass from the music playing inside. I took a deep sigh. Everyone was always having sex at these things...except me. It was the kind of thing that could really make a virgin like me upset, but I was usually too busy ridiculing Scott's intelligence...or lack thereof. I walked in the front door, and the stench of marijuana hit my lungs instantly. I hated that smell. Scott appeared at the front door, eyes slightly glazed over. At least he wasn't snot-slinging drunk...yet. He took my coat, and took my shirt off too.

"That way you blend in more." He said. I grabbed a soda, ensured that it hadn't been tampered with, and found a place to sit. For most of the night, I sat and listened to the music, and watched the various acts of fellatio and sodomy between humans and morphs of all species taking place. After a while, though, I found that I had to take care of the very apparent bulge in my pants, so I headed to the bathroom. It was nice to get away from the stench of the cigarette smoke and alcohol for a while. It was still early enough in the night that the bathroom hadn't become the vomitorium yet, and everyone was enjoying each other's bodies out there, not in here. I sat down on the counter, and dropped my pants. Instantly, my cock sprang out and greeted me...angrily from the lack of attention most likely. I took it in my hand and started stroking slowly, enjoying myself and visualizing some of the cuter guys that I had seen outside.

As I sat and enjoyed myself, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. I looked around the bathroom, but it was completely empty.

Or so I thought.

When I went back to continue my pawing off, I saw it happen out of the corner of my eye, but I knew it was too late, and that I had been caught. Of course I hadn't seen the chameleon, because of his ability to blend into the bathroom's green walls. He had set up a trap, and I took the bait. I felt the two powerful hands grab my arms, and whimpered as the handcuffs slid over my wrists. Next to come was the duct tape over my mouth, and the collar around my neck. I was as scared as I have ever been in my life, to the point of being paralyzed. I wanted so desperately to break free and run from the room, but the signal telling my legs to move was being interrupted. My captor chose not to talk, but I soon felt his tongue working its way into my virgin tailhole. When I said I had wanted to have sex tonight, this isn't quite what I had in mind. I was still rattled by the ordeal, but his long lizard tongue up my ass seemed to calm me down. That is, until he mercilessly shoved his 7" cock in my tailhole. My eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and I could've sworn that I could feel my body splitting in half. Of course, later, my anal muscles would be well stretched out and used to this, but for the time being, I was in hell.

As the chameleon continued to please himself, I noticed that the bathroom door hadn't been locked. If only I could make enough noise to attract some attention...I decided to act. With my legs, I started to kick upwards, but the way that he was positioned made it impossible to strike him, and my wings were still tied back, making an attack with them impossible. I decided to try and use my tail, but he seemed to notice this, and grabbed my tail in his mouth, biting down hard as a punishment for me trying to escape. I could feel the skin breaking, and the blood oozing down my tail onto my back. Just when I thought all hope was lost though, the doorknob turned.

"What the HELL are you doing to him?" Scott's voice boomed. For once, I was actually excited to hear him.

"I was just...I dun' know...I...hey, you're sexy." The chameleon's voice was heavily slurred from his drunkenness. Scott kicked him out and freed me from my bindings.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Fine" I lied. All I wanted to do was get out.

"Here, let me help you out." Scott helped me gather my clothes, and led me to the front door. I got into my car and started the engine, cringing as I looked at the clock. It was 1:30 A.M, which meant I had been in the bathroom for about 45 minutes. As I got ready to pull out, Scott came up to my window, and I rolled it down.

"Hey, I know this may be a bad time, but...do you wanna go out sometime?" He asked. What was more surprising than his question was my answer.

"Sure." I had said without thinking. Scott smiled and walked off, and I sat there wondering how the hell I had just agreed to date such a loser.

Baurus, Drake, and Eddy hadn't spoken throughout the whole thing, which actually was starting to unnerve me. My stomach rumbled, since we still hadn't had the lunch Baurus promised.

"Well, all this reminiscing has made me hungry" I said. The tears had long stopped and I found myself in a better mood now that I was starting to get this off of my chest. Eddy and Drake agreed, and Baurus mentioned a diner not too far down the street that had some good food. Eddy helped me up and kissed my cheek gently. As we all walked out of the old apartment, I felt a hand gently squeeze mine. I thought it was Eddy again, but he was in front with Baurus. Drake was walking side by side with me, smiling broadly. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and moved to the front with Eddy, leaving him blushing in the back. We arrived at the diner and found a booth in the back, where we wouldn't be bothered. It was a bit of a "hole in the wall" but they always have the greatest food in my opinion. The waitress came and took our orders. Baurus told us to get the special, so we did. She disappeared to go get our orders started, and I resumed.

I had found that my popularity seemed to magnify over the next few months. Evidently, people like you when you're tapping the star swimmer. What had started out as a very one way relationship had developed into a mutual love for one another. If I could go back in time by about 4 months and tell myself who I would be dating, I wouldn't have believed it. And yet, here I was. Things were going quite well. I now had not only a boyfriend, but also a bodyguard, a chauffeur, and a personal trainer all in one, with the benefits of being able to fuck him silly whenever I was in a bad mood, and needed some good old-fashioned physical release. However, every relationship has its bumps, and ours was no different.

One day, I was supposed to be meeting up with Scott, and we were going to drive to Seattle, as it was time for Sakura-Con. I arrived about a half-hour early. He let me in, and as he did, I noticed something odd about him. He seemed to have just run a marathon, on account of all the sweating, and was very talkative, something that was quite odd for him. As he got his things packed, I kept an eye on him, and noticed that his odd behavior was only getting worse. I scanned my brain for something that would display the symptoms of such dramatic personality changes, and narrowed it down to a few things, but I still needed to be sure.

"Scott." I said in a low whisper.

"Take your clothes off, I want to do it now." Under any other condition, he would have refused, as his parents were home at the time, but he quickly stripped his clothes and laid on his bed completely naked, with the door wide open. I quickly closed the door, and walked over to Scott, pretending that I was going to take my clothes off too. However, I was scanning his body. I instantly found what I had feared: Two very small dots on the underside of his left elbow.

"Needle marks" I thought to myself. This definitely wasn't good. I ran the other symptoms through my head.

"Increased libido, excessive sweating..." I slapped Scott as hard as I could across the face, but to no effect. He simply laughed.

"State of euphoria" I continued thinking, and realized what these were symptoms of. The ugly word popped up underneath my closed eyelids. Meth.

"Open your mouth, Scott" I said. He obeyed. I looked, but saw nothing. However, on a closer second look, I could already see slight decay of his frontal teeth. Brown spots told me that he was addicted to meth, and had been doing it for quite some time now. Upon looking under his bed, I found the only other evidence I would ever need. A small shoebox filled with needles, vials, and a belt. Sighing deeply, I told Scott to put his clothes back on. He got irritable.

"Jeez, I thought you wanted to mess around. Are you straight all of a sudden? You never pass up the opportunity to fuck me." His speech was extremely fast paced and incoherent. I just ignored him, and left. I had quite a few phone calls to make.

Over the course of the next few weeks, I had Scott enrolled in a rehabilitation program. For a while he would seem to be fine, but he would inadvertently relapse, and have to go through the whole program again. His parents took a lot of the burden off of my shoulders, as all the pressure was really getting to me. My grades in school were slipping, which all of my teachers instantly noticed, especially my orchestra teacher. I took a few days to myself to help myself relax. Every night, I would listen to Dr. Drew's Loveline, and listen to other teens that were going through the same thing. It was nice to know that I wasn't alone.

After 3 more months of constant uphill battles, Scott seemed to have recovered. He was himself again. We were back to being lovers, and all was right with the world. Just a week later, though, I pulled up to his house, to find the sight of 3 police cars parked outside Scott's house. Not only had he relapsed, but he had attempted to sell his leftover stock to an undercover officer. My life had fallen apart again. I talked to my Law and Justice teacher, and we got a great defensive lawyer. I was always at Scott's side, fighting for him at school, where he had been made the laughing stock, and always watched him sleep, as the pressure was making him suicidal. I hadn't ever though of myself during this time. I never once considered my future. The fact that I was getting ready to become a senior meant nothing to me. I hadn't seen my friends in months, and I hadn't picked up a violin in the same amount of time. When I wasn't at school, I was with my lover, fighting for his life. I hadn't eaten in days. The night before his court hearing, I didn't get any sleep. I was so worried for Scott, that now I was neglecting my personal health.

The morning of the hearing, we woke up plenty early to be at the courthouse on time. I attempted at breakfast, but couldn't bring myself to eat. My mother was worried sick about me, and had recommended that I just give up on Scott.

"He stopped a rapist for me, mom" I had said. And I had left it at that.

Courthouses on TV always look like these grand halls where two lawyers duke it out in epic battles of the law. Such is not the case in the real world. In what looks like the Devil's office building, a few rows of uncomfortable wooden benches are set in the back, with the stands dominating the room. Scott's family and I sat in the foremost row, and waited. During the whole hearing, no one dared to breathe. Scott's lawyer brought his A-game. He was fighting as hard as any of us. I kept looking at the jury to see obvious signs of them being swayed, but saw nothing. After the jury went inside to deliberate, the collective heartbeats could be audibly heard in the room. I think mine was the loudest.

Seeing the jury emerge from the room was a blessing and a curse. The anxiety in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Not one sound could be heard. Even the buzzing of the fluorescent lights had stopped to hear the decision. I jury chair stood up, and read aloud from the paper he was holding.

"We of the jury find the defendant, Scot McGuire..."

My heart was somewhere in my throat.

"Guilty of all charges"

My blood froze, and my stomach dropped. Surely I had heard wrong. However, the stony faces of the other audience members told me otherwise. Scott's grief could be detected from a mile away. Everything seemed unreal, and I kept expecting someone to pop out from behind a door and yell "gotcha!" but no such thing happened. Scott had just been sentenced to twenty five years in prison for possession and resale of meth. He was to start his sentence the next day. I was numb the whole car ride home. It had seemed that a part of me was being imprisoned as well. At home, my parents tried to tell me that it wasn't my fault, and that I had nothing to be upset about. I myself don't understand why I reacted the way that I did. I had never wanted to be with him in the first place. But it would seem that fate had different plans for us.

Despite my anguished state, I fell asleep quickly, but not for long. I awoke abruptly at 2 A.M, but something didn't feel right. I could sense what I only describe as a demonic presence, and I feared the worst. I had to get to Scott's house.

I blatantly broke my driver's license restrictions by driving at this hour, but I didn't care...a life was on the line.

My worst fears were confirmed when I saw the police car outside of the house, and the lights on. My heart sank. On June 14, 2006, Scott McGuire shot himself in the head. The pure shock of his death resonated with me a lot less than his sentencing. I didn't cry. I was simply numb to everything around me. At the funeral, I helped carry the coffin from the church into the hearse. During the procession, I felt nothing. As the coffin was lowered into the ground, nothing. During my eulogy, nothing. The ride home...nothing. I never did cry over the death of my beloved, and I never have. I convinced myself that I would never love again. That was short lived, as I would meet a very supportive German shepherd morph the next year at high school, who would help me cope with the loss and prove to be a great friend. I would inadvertently fall in love with him, and an entirely new chapter of my life would be written...a whole new movement to the perfect harmony.

Baurus, Drake, and Eddy simply stared.

"Damn...someone say something...please!!" I said.

Of course, I got the obvious "I'm sorry for your loss" and "I can't believe that happened." But I was glad that I had finally told someone. I felt an unfamiliar foot against mine, and noticed that once again, Drake was the guilty one. As I looked into the eyes that reminded me so much of Scott, he winked at me. For the rest of the day, no matter what we did, I couldn't stop thinking of Drake.

We went and saw Wicked on Broadway, but I kept shooting glances to my right, and squeezing the soft, scaly hand in my own, as my left was occupied my the furry paw of Eddy. When Baurus and Drake dropped Eddy and me off at the hotel, I gave Drake another quick goodbye kiss, cleverly disguised as a hug. Even when Eddy was giving me "I'm sorry" sex, I moaned Drake's name, but was able to pass off that I had actually said "fuck." I bade Eddy good night, and slowly slipped off to sleep, unable to shake those eerie blue eyes from my memory.