• The next two days after our little... conversation in Samson's house I had noticed strongly that he had been missing and never showed up. He didnt even call in for a substitute. So they told us to go to the Auditorium for the rest of the class period.
    I sighed and sat down in the seat.
    Where is he? He didnt seem sick yesterday... I wonder what happened... Maybe he got hurt right after he dropped me off at home?
    The thought gave me a sick feeling in my stomach.
    N-no... That would never happen to him. He's too careful and cautious to get hurt so randomly. And he would probably contact me if he got hurt, or have someone contact me for him...
    I swallowed and held my stomach tightly, thinking it would blow up from all the odd feelings being thrown around inside me. All I really know is that I felt like I was being pushed around then craddled in warm arms then being pushed around by him again. Over and over again, as if a sort of torture... Why would he have treated me like that if he loved me?
    Suddenly someone walked into the auditorium and we all turned around to see who it was.
    A tall man wearing a black suit looked around the room until his eyes landed on me.
    I swallowed and felt my heart start to race, the blood in my face left and made me seem like a ghost.
    He held up his hand and motioned for me to come to him.
    I stood up and slowly made my way past the seats.
    Students whispered and began making rumors.
    I stood in front of him and held my eyes on his.
    He had a blank look on his face. "Would you come with me?" He asks. His voice was low and emotionless just like his face.
    I nodded and let him lead the way.

    We stopped at the office and let them know he was pulling me out of class for today.
    I held my stomach, thinking it was going to blow up; as my side back bashed against my legs to the rythem of my feets pace.
    So... What is he here for?
    "Uhm..." I say as he led me outside into the parking lot.
    He turned his head and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "What?"
    "Why are you here?" I ask feeling my heart skip a beat.
    "If you're wondering if this has to do with Samson Ishi-sensei, you would be correct."
    I jumped and stopped walking. "What happened?"
    "You should know exactly what happened." He says looking away from me and continueing walking.
    I felt sick and that I might throw up.
    "Come on. We dont want to keep him waiting." He says stopping in front of a nice, clean, sleak, looking car.

    We arrived at the area's only prison and I knew exactly what had happened.
    They had found out.
    But... How?
    He led me to a darkly painted door and pointed to it. "Go in." He ordered.
    I nodded and hesitated before walking in.
    The room was as dark as the door and I couldnt see anything.
    "So they finally listened to me and let you come?" Says a scratchy, but firmiliar sounding, voice.
    I jumped. "Ishi-sensei?"
    He chuckled, his voice cracking. "Dont call me that."
    The door behind me closed with a loud bang and made me jump half way to the moon.
    Samson laughed, his voice seeming to crumble into peices. "You're still as jumpy as I remember."
    "What did they put you in here for?" I ask thinking I knew the answer.
    "For raping and herassing a student..." He says with his voice crumbling again.
    I nodded and felt the inside of my eyes get hot, warning me of future tears that were forming.
    "And skipping jury duty..." He laughed.
    I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest. "What were you caught doing first?"
    "Loving you." He says his voice staying firm for once.
    I blushed and felt hot tears fall down my cheeks. "You... idiot." I say hearing my voice crack uncontrollebly.
    Hearing him stand up I covered my face with my hands, as he neared me I could feel my body long for his warmth and for the scent of cigerettes to fill my nose again. I longed for him, mostly.
    A warm hand placed itself on my hip and shoulder, drawing me closer to a warmer body.
    I put my covered face against him and could smell blood and cigerettes right away.
    "Dont cry, Sayomi-kun. I hate seeing you upset." He cooed softly in my ear.
    I looked up at him and could only make out the shape of his face. "But, you sound hurt. And it's all because of me."
    He shook his head and kissed my forehead. "No. Dont say that. It's not your fault. I promise. I should have noticed that the district had been keeping it's on me once they all found out my preference when it comes to lovers. But I ignore those thoughts and loved you publicly. I apologize for pulling you into this." He says putting his hand on my cheek.
    I sniffled and grabbed onto his shirt tightly. "You're the dumbest person I've ever..." I bit my lip as my throat closed up on me and I was barely able to breathe.
    He chuckled and kissed my lips softly.
    My body was flooded with warmth and I kissed him back.
    He pulled away and kissed my neck. "I've missed you so much."
    I nodded and held him tight against me. "I couldnt stop thinking about you, Samson."
    "I feel so stupid for not paying attention to how close they were getting to us. I'm so, so sorry, Sayomi-kun." He says kissing my neck again.
    I sniffled and nodded.
    His hand traveled to the button that kept my pants from coming off.
    I jumped. "Samson! You would thinking of doing something like that in a prison?"
    He stepped away. "Why not? Are you not wanting to be near me that much anymore?"
    I shook my head and grabbed his hand. "No. I want to be near you, but... You got in trouble for being with me so..."
    He grabbed my chin and forced my face up, he kissed me softly and smiled.
    I felt fresh tears fall down my face and I gave in.
    He pushed me against something that felt like a table and nibbled on my lower lip.
    I sat on the table and began unzipping his pants.
    He pulled away and watched me as pushed his pants and boxers down. He forced my back down against the cold metal table and kissed my chest.
    "Samson." I breathed.
    He looked down at me and smiled. "I love you, Sayomi."
    My heart skipped a beat. "I love you too, Samson-sama."

    ~
    I smiled as we both fixed ourselves up.
    He hugged my back. "I love you."
    "I love you too... Idiot." I tease.
    He chuckled and held me tighter. "Yeah, yeah. I know."
    "So... How long are you going to be in here?" I ask feeling my stomach tighten.
    "Ten years." He says sighing.
    I swallowed. "Oh..."
    He chuckled and kissed my hair. "Dont worry about it. I can have one visiter every two months. But I'll get those stuffed shirts to give me more then that with a few slick words."
    Tears fell from my eyes. "I'm sorry."
    "For what?"
    I pulled away from him. "I dont think... That cant..."
    He looked at the floor and nodded. "Oh... You're going to leave me. I see."
    My stomach lurched and my heart strings felt like they were going to be tugged from their connections. "I'm sorry."
    It would be best for the both of us... I know it would... Even if it ment my and his own hearts being thrown on the ground and crushed into peices. I would do this for the both of us.
    He nodded and bowed his head. "I understand. You can leave if you want to."
    I nodded and walked towards the door. "I'm sorry, Samson-sensei. I really do love you. Dont get me wrong."
    "Then why are you leaving?" He asks his voice crumbling.
    "Because I have too." I say grabbing the door handle and opening it.
    A voice was screaming in my head for me to go back to him and take it back like it was some sort of sick joke. But it wasnt. This was me being sane for once. I wasnt going to let myself, or Samson-sensei, go through this anymore. This isnt something that anyone should have to go through, so I'm trying to make this as easy and painless as possible.
    I stepped outside and closed it behind me.
    The tall man smirked. "You did the right thing, kid."
    I burst into tears and slid down the cold door, covering my face with my hands.

    The guard led me to his car and said he was just going to drop me off at my house and that no one would find out about this whole insident so my reputation and future would be safe.
    I nodded and got in, still crying uncontrollebly. My body felt cold and I wanted someone to keep it warm. I wanted Samson-sensei terribly.
    He started the car and sighed. "I admire you doing that for him. Leaving him was the very best thing you could do."
    I nodded again and looked out the window.
    A sudden sick feeling in my heart made me jump.
    He was pulling out of the parking lot and he didnt notice.
    I looked up at the prison and swallowed. "Samson..." I whisper.
    My heart raced and I felt like something was leaving me.
    {Authors point of veiw}
    The odd feeling Sayomi had been feeling was actually his soul telling him that Samson was in trouble.
    Samson had actually found something glass in the room and broke it, using the broken glass to slit his wrists and wrote Sayomi's name in his own blood. The guards hearing the sound of glass being broken and then silence caused them to try and see what was going on. But had they arrived a minute earlier they would have been able to try and stop the bleeding. But they didnt. And it was best they hadnt done the right thing and see what was wrong the first second after the crashing noise.
    Samson died with only Sayomi on his mind. Though he had only loved him since a few weeks after the school year began he still felt as though they had known each for years. He had lovers before Sayomi, but they were nothing like him. They were all users and only attracted to Samson because of his body and had nothing else to do. So whenever that lover left Samson would feel crushed, but found that his students were his pick ups. But when he met Sayomi he felt like he had to have him. He needed to have him, almost. He wouldnt stop thinking of him. It seemed that he wouldnt forget about him or stop feeling like he was going insane until Sayomi loved him back.
    Sayomi was too cute when they were both in the library alone together so Samson stole a kiss from his student and had to have even more.
    Then, as Sayomi's car was pulling out of the lot, the man hadnt noticed that a semi carrying a tanker full of gas had been speeding up to them.
    Just as they were about to turn the semi crashed into them, hitting Sayomi first. The door being pushed into the center and crushing Sayomi. Breaking his bones and the metal peircing his skin easily.
    The man saw that it would be useless trying to get the kid out, so he left him there.
    Sayomi was still breathing for mere seconds after the accident, but he could only see Samson standing in the road in front of him. This was an illusion, but he didnt know that. He began to cry again, profusely actually, and smiled as Samson rolled his eyes, a grin on his face, and took out a cigerette. "Foolish boy." He said.
    The driver of the semi jumped out of his car and ran away, leaving Sayomi completely alone. Not knowing there was someone else in the car.
    The tanker was leaking gas and as the gas reached Sayomi's car it sparked a fire.
    But Sayomi saw Samson through his cigerette bud into the gas and caused the fire. Samson smiled and waved with his hand, gashes on his wrists. Sayomi smiled back at him and felt his eyes getting heavier.
    Samson chuckled. "I love you, Sayomi."
    But Sayomi couldnt reply with his lungs were being full of blood from a peice of metal stabbing into his ribs. So he could only mouth the words.
    Samson walked closer to the car.
    Sayomi's heart was near a complete stop, but he felt like it was going to break out of his broken ribs.
    Samson sat in the free seat next to him. "Hello." He says putting his hand on his cheek and kissing his lips softly.
    Sayomi's heart stopped and he closed his eyes. I love you... He said in his head.
    I wont tell you what happened to them after that. If I do it will totally take away the sorrow that fills your hearts at the moment. And that would take away the point of the story, woundn't it?