Loss of Translation
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Category:
+S to Z › Tsubasa
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,023
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own or make any money off of the Tsubasa fandom. The characters and all plot lines associated to the original story belong to CLAMP.
Terror
A/N : Thanks to Dove, sud1l0v3 and Niako-san for their reviews.
[ ] : Words inside these symbols indicate non-verbal speech.
WARNING: This chapter deals with the rape of a minor.
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The darkness enveloped him, holding him prisoner in an unseen vice. His panicked gasps echoed through the void, feeding the fear that was just beginning to form. As his fear grew, he began to struggle against the invisible bonds.
[It is pointless to struggle.] The deep voice came from the shadows.
He froze. [Who are you? What am I doing here?]
[You are a sinner. Sinners must be punished.] A small light appeared above his chest and hovered there. [Now, you will pay for your sins.] The light dropped until it touched his bare skin. It shot tendrils of pure agony through every nerve in his body, forcing him to arch and writhe in pain, his mouth open in a silent scream.
After nearly a minute, though it seemed much longer, the light retreated. He curled around himself and began to shake with such intensity that he feared he would fall apart. [Please. Please let me go.]
[Your pleas are disgraceful. Accept your punishment.]
The light began to descend towards him again. [Please! At least tell me what I’m being punished for!]
Just as it was about to reach him, the light vanished. Pushing himself to his knees, he watched with growing horror as the darkness began to melt away revealing a small ornate bedroom. His breath caught in his throat, every fiber of his being telling him this wasn’t real, that it couldn’t be real. He closed his eyes, wishing, hoping, praying that the images before him were nothing more than figments; remembered horrors from a pain-filled mind. [Make it stop. Please make it stop.]
[These are your sins. It is because of them you must be punished.]
The soft sounds of night washed over him, causing him to open his eyes. In front of him stood a bed. It was small in comparison to the rest of the room, but this was offset by the size of it’s occupant. A small boy lay between the covers, sleeping peacefully. The door swung open silently and a tall dark-haired man walked in. He approached the sleeping child and sat on the bed next to him, brushing the blonde hair from the boy’s eyes. Then he whispered the boy’s name.
[Fai.] He pulled his arms around himself, memories of that horrible night surfacing.
[Fai. You’ve been a bad boy.] The man pulled the boy from the bed and pushed him to the floor. [I’m going to have to punish you now.]
His hands caught him as he fell forward, mimicking the movements of the boy. He felt the fear as his sleep-shirt was pushed up out of the way, followed by the pain as a hand connected with the sensitive flesh of his bare backside, and cried out in time with the younger version of himself. Over and over and over the stinging pain came, each time more agonizing than the last. Tears streamed down his face and dropped soundlessly to the floor. The torment lasted for what felt like hours, seeming at times to stop and restart itself.
When the hand came down for the final time, it stayed where it landed and began to rub the now reddened area. As the pain in his rear subsided, the hand began to move, running down his sides and over his chest, sliding down his stomach and then lower. It stroked at the small member, bringing it nearly instantly to life. A second hand probed at the tiny entrance, forcing a single digit inside. He gasped in pain, whimpering when a second finger was added. They scissored roughly for a brief moment before being removed. Burning agony filled his body as the man forced himself into the boy. Blood began to flow from his ripped flesh and run down his legs in violent streaks. Again and again the thrusts ripped into him, bringing new tears and cries of pain. Then suddenly, the large member was removed. Hands pulled the boy up and spun him around, forcing the bloodied organ into his mouth and resuming thrusting. The man grabbed the blonde hair, wrenching the boy’s head away from it’s choking task. Hot, sticky fluid gushed from the man’s member and landed in thick streams on the small face. Throwing the boy to the floor, the man rearranged his clothing. As the door slammed shut the boy collapsed, his tears mixing together with the blood and semen.
The darkness returned and he lay there sobbing as it consumed the pitiful scene before him. So many nights the brutality had been repeated; each more painful and degrading. No one had said a word. They cleaned him and bandaged him, and then left him, alone and defenseless, to face the horror again.
[Do you see now?] The voice was condescending. [You are a sinner.] Images of that night’s events danced through the darkness, fading in and out of sight. [You are a liar.] He saw himself with his companions, laughing and dancing around. [You are a liability.]Now he was seeing a battle where he’d been thrown against a wall and protected by a swordsman whose sword was lost while defending him. Then he saw the swordsman chained to a wall blood trailing from his lip. [You are a killer.] The images shifted, showing him a scene where he stood calmly holding a sword, naked but for the blood on his skin, and surrounded by bloody remains. [You are a sinner, and you must be punished.]
He started slightly and pushed away from the ground. That voice...he knew that voice...it was...
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Fai’s body began to thrash around, moving so violently he nearly threw himself off the healer’s table. Kurogane grabbed his arms and pinned them while an attendant held his legs. Sapphire eyes shot open and landed on the warrior.
“Help.” His voice was weak and gravely, but it caught Kuro’s attention and he leaned down to listen.
With his message safely delivered, the mage slipped back into the nightmarish void of his mind, praying his companion would understand and save him.
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Kurogane stood in silent shock, staring at his friend’s motionless body. Those three final words Fai had managed to say had struck fear into his heart.
“It’s the Commander.”
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TBC
[ ] : Words inside these symbols indicate non-verbal speech.
WARNING: This chapter deals with the rape of a minor.
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The darkness enveloped him, holding him prisoner in an unseen vice. His panicked gasps echoed through the void, feeding the fear that was just beginning to form. As his fear grew, he began to struggle against the invisible bonds.
[It is pointless to struggle.] The deep voice came from the shadows.
He froze. [Who are you? What am I doing here?]
[You are a sinner. Sinners must be punished.] A small light appeared above his chest and hovered there. [Now, you will pay for your sins.] The light dropped until it touched his bare skin. It shot tendrils of pure agony through every nerve in his body, forcing him to arch and writhe in pain, his mouth open in a silent scream.
After nearly a minute, though it seemed much longer, the light retreated. He curled around himself and began to shake with such intensity that he feared he would fall apart. [Please. Please let me go.]
[Your pleas are disgraceful. Accept your punishment.]
The light began to descend towards him again. [Please! At least tell me what I’m being punished for!]
Just as it was about to reach him, the light vanished. Pushing himself to his knees, he watched with growing horror as the darkness began to melt away revealing a small ornate bedroom. His breath caught in his throat, every fiber of his being telling him this wasn’t real, that it couldn’t be real. He closed his eyes, wishing, hoping, praying that the images before him were nothing more than figments; remembered horrors from a pain-filled mind. [Make it stop. Please make it stop.]
[These are your sins. It is because of them you must be punished.]
The soft sounds of night washed over him, causing him to open his eyes. In front of him stood a bed. It was small in comparison to the rest of the room, but this was offset by the size of it’s occupant. A small boy lay between the covers, sleeping peacefully. The door swung open silently and a tall dark-haired man walked in. He approached the sleeping child and sat on the bed next to him, brushing the blonde hair from the boy’s eyes. Then he whispered the boy’s name.
[Fai.] He pulled his arms around himself, memories of that horrible night surfacing.
[Fai. You’ve been a bad boy.] The man pulled the boy from the bed and pushed him to the floor. [I’m going to have to punish you now.]
His hands caught him as he fell forward, mimicking the movements of the boy. He felt the fear as his sleep-shirt was pushed up out of the way, followed by the pain as a hand connected with the sensitive flesh of his bare backside, and cried out in time with the younger version of himself. Over and over and over the stinging pain came, each time more agonizing than the last. Tears streamed down his face and dropped soundlessly to the floor. The torment lasted for what felt like hours, seeming at times to stop and restart itself.
When the hand came down for the final time, it stayed where it landed and began to rub the now reddened area. As the pain in his rear subsided, the hand began to move, running down his sides and over his chest, sliding down his stomach and then lower. It stroked at the small member, bringing it nearly instantly to life. A second hand probed at the tiny entrance, forcing a single digit inside. He gasped in pain, whimpering when a second finger was added. They scissored roughly for a brief moment before being removed. Burning agony filled his body as the man forced himself into the boy. Blood began to flow from his ripped flesh and run down his legs in violent streaks. Again and again the thrusts ripped into him, bringing new tears and cries of pain. Then suddenly, the large member was removed. Hands pulled the boy up and spun him around, forcing the bloodied organ into his mouth and resuming thrusting. The man grabbed the blonde hair, wrenching the boy’s head away from it’s choking task. Hot, sticky fluid gushed from the man’s member and landed in thick streams on the small face. Throwing the boy to the floor, the man rearranged his clothing.
The darkness returned and he lay there sobbing as it consumed the pitiful scene before him. So many nights the brutality had been repeated; each more painful and degrading. No one had said a word. They cleaned him and bandaged him, and then left him, alone and defenseless, to face the horror again.
[Do you see now?] The voice was condescending. [You are a sinner.] Images of that night’s events danced through the darkness, fading in and out of sight. [You are a liar.] He saw himself with his companions, laughing and dancing around. [You are a liability.]Now he was seeing a battle where he’d been thrown against a wall and protected by a swordsman whose sword was lost while defending him. Then he saw the swordsman chained to a wall blood trailing from his lip. [You are a killer.] The images shifted, showing him a scene where he stood calmly holding a sword, naked but for the blood on his skin, and surrounded by bloody remains. [You are a sinner, and you must be punished.]
He started slightly and pushed away from the ground. That voice...he knew that voice...it was...
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Fai’s body began to thrash around, moving so violently he nearly threw himself off the healer’s table. Kurogane grabbed his arms and pinned them while an attendant held his legs. Sapphire eyes shot open and landed on the warrior.
“Help.” His voice was weak and gravely, but it caught Kuro’s attention and he leaned down to listen.
With his message safely delivered, the mage slipped back into the nightmarish void of his mind, praying his companion would understand and save him.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Kurogane stood in silent shock, staring at his friend’s motionless body. Those three final words Fai had managed to say had struck fear into his heart.
“It’s the Commander.”
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TBC