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I used to run my fingers through the curly brown hair on my head just trying to figure him out. He was always quite mysterious, nobody truly understood him like I do now. He was so handsome and sexy. And dark, dark was a good word for him, dark and mysterious. I changed him, though I shouldn't have, and that's how I lost him.

3 years earlier

I had always been the subject of bullying at school. I had got used to it. Eventually. The taunts and jibes just flew past my head like whizzing bullets, but none of those fatal insults struck me, I didn't actually care about them. My school was full of jocks, big muscular guys who seemed to have traded in their brains for the muscles they so proudly show off. Because I was skinny and would rather balance equations rather than girls on each arm they picked on me. My mum had always told my I was handsome, although I could never tell if she actually meant it or not, wether it was true or a maternal lie. Once I had realised I was gay my mother seemed to flood on the lies even more, as if it made a difference wether she told me I was good-looking once or a hundred times. I stopped putting myself down as soon as I met him though. When his deep brown eyes looked into mine and told me I was handsome, the maternal lies became maternal truths. Although, when I say eyes I really mine eye, his hair was quite long and covered one of his eyes, so I only ever saw one at a time. His fur was a deep grey, and his hair a stunning black. While most of the boys practised sports like football and rugby, he preffered more refined and elegant sports. He spent extensive amounts of time training with swords, and there was a rumour going around that he was trained in 17 forms of armed combat, and 13 unarmed forms.

"Oi! Kay!" One of the jocks had shouted at me, I ignored him as I normally do. But what I ignored next could have caused me serious harm, he had come up to me with some of his friends, grabbed me by the collar and pushed me up against the walls.

"I'm pretty sick of you ignoring me y'know" He spat in my face, his friends laughing around him. "I'm gonna teach you what happens to folk that ignore me"

He was obviously the alpha male of the marching band of knuckle-dragging gorillas. He raised up his other fist, and I could almost feel it coming through the air as I closed my eyes and braced myself, wishing only for salvation.

"Now, now, now. This simply shall not do" The deep voice stopped the jock in his tracks. I recognised it almost straight away. "You're twice his size, could take him out quickly. Why don't you pick on somebody who could be a challenge to you? How about you pick on me?"

He had stepped into the scene with a silent flutter of his long dark coat, and his even darker clothing which he wore underneath. He almost seemed to excrete fear itself.

"Fine then" Said the jock, and he threw me down to the floor, making me dizzy for a moment.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Talking to me like this?" Asked the jock.

"My name" Said darkness incarnate. " Is Xavier".....