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I don't ever want to pick a slice

He was born in New York, New York to a single mother who, frankly, had a real bad history with men. She never blamed her son for it though and only blamed her inability to stop "fixing shitty men who can't be fixed" - or so he's heard her say more than once. He never really understood what she meant until he got older, of course, but he was content to be a good kid and help her around the house. She was a maid in some swanky hotel and worked long hours, and while it could be lonely, he usually ended up staying with the old lady next door. She always smelled of prune juice and baby powder. [break][break]

One is pretty but the other lies

In all honesty, it was probably his mother who started inflating his ego at a young age. She would always tell him how beautiful he was, how he had such pretty white hair and the most stunning blue eyes. She would always lament that she wasn't as pretty as her son, but she was happy nonetheless to dote on him and make him feel like he was the most handsome boy on the planet. What she could have never counted on was how much he took that to heart. By the time he reached the age of starting school, he was so aware of how cute he was that he used it to his advantage. He charmed his teachers and fellow students so easily. The kid could get away with murder. But that was only the beginning.[break][break]

I'm a treasure, baby, I'm the Prize

By the time he was in high school and fully capable of caring for himself (for the most part), he became incorrigible. An absolute flirt of the highest degree with little regard for the hearts of others. What can he say? He had a pretty face and it got him into the beds of plenty of people. Why would he ever say no? Sure, he was known to be a playboy in high school, and a heartbreaker, but he wasn't too concerned with that. If people wanted to be with him, why would he deny them that? Looking back on it, he was surprised he never got any girls pregnant. [break][break]

Cut me rails of that fresh cherry pie

Despite being an absolute slut in school, he got good grades and was on the fast track to college with plenty of scholarships under his belt. His mother was proud of him, even if she was exasperated by his "extracurricular activities", as she called them (often added with a 'why are you like this?' for good measure). Xavier graduated high school with his, doing his mother proud, and worked on getting into college after taking a year off to build up some extra funds for school. That's when things went a little south for him, somehow. (Not somehow, let's be real here). [break][break]

During that break, Xavier met some interesting people and got into some seedy crowds. He thought they were interesting people, a little wild, a little rebellious, a little out there, but he never thought they were bad people. At least, not right away. It started with little things. Being a distraction, flirting with the cashier as they stole petty items in a convenience store, in a regular store. Convincing older, wealthy people to pay for his and his friends' drinks when they were at clubs. Small things. They didn't get worse until he was in college.[break][break]

Gonna fuck my way through college

University was a whole new world with all kinds of people and he was excited about that. A whole new set of stories and personalities and backgrounds that he's never heard of before. Xavier's very first roommate in University was with a boy named Takumi, who was from Japan. The two got along like a house on fire, really. Both equally as studious as they were rambunctious (though Xavier definitely was more prone to going out and staying out for the night than his roommate). Things fell into an easy routine as he and his roomie got closer and became the best of friends. They began to trust each other with more intimate secrets (Takumi impressed with his body count and Xavier impressed with Takumi's old heritage). It wasn't until the beginning of his second term, and second year of rooming with Takumi that things began to take a turn.[break][break]

It was innocent enough. A party Takumi was going to. He invited Xavier along and he agreed. He could never say no to a good party. It was in a warehouse, done up nice enough with plenty of lights and music reverberating through his chest. There was plenty of alcohol and places to lounge and sit, couples already taking up space to be wrapped up in each other's arms. It was just the kind of environment he thrived in. Xavier slipped into the crowd easily, greeting anyone Takumi introduced him to. [break][break]

And then he met Rentarou. [break][break]

God, he was beautiful, and had that kind of laid back, confident energy that made his skin buzz in excitement.