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A Life Worth Living	By : yenie Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
4: A Day in the Market

Author:
Misanagi

Disclaimer:
You�d better know by now it�s not mine

Warnings:
M/M- Yaoi... shota...child (Soujiro) abuse... OOC... angst ... NC-Rape! Do not
read if you are not used to Soujiro being tortured.

Flames
will be used to make smores.

A/N: Here
is the next chapter after months and months of hibernation. I was so busy recently
because I just got recommended by the Japanese Embassy here to be a scholar and
study in Japan for free! Hehe, I�m keeping my fingers crossed that they accept
me...

Also, I
changed my email to seb0_demach0@yahoo.com
(those are zeros in the name)

On with
the fic!

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Soujiro
woke up to the cold. It seeped through his makeshift blanket and froze his
limbs. The cold always managed to make his agony more painful. He curled tighter
to himself, cold and hungry and in pain. He could see light filtering from the
old window above the storage. He knew he had to get up.

He got to
his feet slowly, feeling the pain in his ribs awaken. His right hand was
flaring in pain as he pressed it near his ribs. He suppressed a wince as he
started to walk towards the storage door. Four days have already passed since
Bajira had decided that he would not eat for a week. He felt weak in the knees.
He licked his dried blood-covered lips and grimaced at the taste. He wanted
water.

As he
opened the door, he gasped. It was already snowing. Blankets of fallen snow had
almost covered the entire household. The boy shivered in his clothes. His
clothes were not ideal in winter. He would hope they would lend him a coat.
There was an old coat that his relatives let him use for winter. It was worn
and too big for him but it kept its job of warming him. A pair of boots was
also lent to Soujiro. But the last time he wore it, it had been a little tight.

He went
out to the snow, barefoot. He hugged himself as he walked as fast as he could
towards the main house. But despite the bitter cold, he was somewhat grateful
it had numbed his battered feet.

As he
arrived at the main house, he went to the closet and got out the old coat and
boots from the corner. The coat was a hideous brown with holes on it. The boots
were worn from age. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of rotting wood and dust
that had settled on the unused cloth. He went outside and tried to take out the
dust and smell from it. Nevertheless, he tried the coat and boots on. The coat
was still ok but he had to slightly curl his toes to accommodate his feet
inside the boots. Well, it was better than walking barefoot.

He tried
walking and found it still bearable. He went to the well, drank and washed his
face. He then put the bucket inside the well and covered it. He started walking
back to make sure that he heard if his help was needed.

There was
a rustle inside and he heard Senka faintly calling for him. He took off his
boots and went inside. Senka had bags gotten out. She was in her winter
clothing.

�Soujiro-kun,
can you help me buy food in the market? We don�t have supplies anymore�, Senka
smiled slightly at the boy.

It took
Soujiro some time before he nodded. He had been surprised that he was now being
allowed to go out of the household. He rarely went outside. Taking some bags
from Senka, they put on their boots and went out of the household.

Despite
the cold, chilly weather, there were a lot of people in the market place.
Buyers and sellers alike were interacting with enthusiasm. Soujiro stared at
other stalls as Senka haggled with sellers. Some people were selling potteries,
others with clothes and winter coats. There was even a stall which sold food!
The petite boy stole a glance at a woman and her son buying food. They both
looked happy. The boy gave a quick kiss on his mother�s cheek before digging in
to the food she bought for him.

Soujiro
looked at them. The boy was very lucky to have a caring and loving mother. He
turned his head in the other direction, unable to bear the sadness coursing
through his heart. Senka looked at Soujiro�s longing stare. At first, she
thought her nephew wanted something to eat, knowing that he hasn�t eaten in a
while. The food she would bring to him during the night was not enough for a
growing boy.

But then
she realized that he was looking at a child and probably his mother. They both
looked very happy. The boy happily covered in his expensive-looking winter
clothing while eating. The mother was holding her son�s hand and her other hand
carried the basket full of food and other provisions.

Senka
then tugged Soujiro�s coat and motioned him to walk. She promised she will buy
food for him before going home. Soujiro blushed, knowing Senka had caught him
staring at the food stall. But he said a quiet thank you before going to other
stores.

Soujiro
was uncomfortable with so many people and tried to stay close with Senka. A
woman then bumped into him and then murmured an apology. Soujiro looked at the
woman to say that he was alright. As soon as their eyes met, Soujiro felt a
jolt of recognition. It was as if he knew this woman. But it was all vague. He
couldn�t remember where he knew her. The woman�s eyes were also wide in
surprise, as if she was seeing an illusion. Senka turned around to check if
Soujiro was ok and found the boy looking at a woman. Senka then turned her eyes
to the woman and gasped slightly. She immediately took Soujiro�s wrist and
guided him towards a more crowded place.

People
taller and bigger than him were bumping him everywhere. It hurt his body and
tried to take refuge in his aunt. With the basket in his good left hand and his
injured right hand desperately clutching on to Senka�s coat, he limped behind
her in the market place. His feet hurt inside the boot as his little toes
curled. His feet were getting bigger and his boots weren�t.

Suddenly,
a body collided with him painfully from the side. Soujiro lost his grip on
Senka�s kimono and fell to the ground. Swarms of people went over him and his
aunt was immediately lost in the crowd. Soujiro covered his head and whimpered,
afraid of people trampling him. Several pairs of feet were next to his form. He
looked up and saw boys looking down on him. They seemed older because they were
much bigger and taller than Soujiro. At first, the slighter boy seemed relieved
because he thought they were going to help him. As he looked at their sneers
and evil grins, Soujiro knew he had to get away. Scrambling to get collect his
senses and the basket with some vegetables, Soujiro tried to get away and get
to Senka-sama as soon as possible.

�You
won�t get away with knocking me, stupid brat!� that was what Soujiro heard when
a small but firm grip grabbed his shoulder.

�...!�
Soujiro gasped as he was thrown backwards and his back met chest. He was
roughly pushed towards a less crowded area. He was shoved to the ground on a
deserted backstreet.

Soujiro
crawled backwards while clutching the basket in his hands. His hands had numbed
from the cold as it scraped against the snow covered path walk. He looked at
the boys in front of him, looking smug. He shivered and stared down, afraid.
Somehow, they looked a bit like Wakame-sama...

�Oi,
yarou! You bumped into us without apologizing. Stupid kid, who do you think you
are?!� the larger boy in the middle, who undoubtedly looked like the leader in
their little gang, growled.

Soujiro
slightly flinched at the name calling. Wakame-sama had always called him
that...

He
composed himself as he gripped onto the basket, while trying to stand up. His
clothes were becoming wet with the snow on his coat and the pains in his body
were acting up again.

�G-gome-n...!
�His apology was cut short when another boy went to him and kicked his basket
away. Vegetables were thrown off and were scattered. Soujiro cried out as the
vegetables and basket were then trampled by the two boys.

�N-no!
Please don�t!� Soujiro tried to stop them but a kick to his belly made him fall
to the ground. Another kick was placed in the side of his face. The rough
material of the snow boot created a gash in his cheek.

Soujiro
curled in pain while trying to get to the vegetables. �No, please don�t do
that... Bajira-sama will kill me...�

As his
hand reached towards the basket, a boot-covered foot stepped on it. Soujiro
shrieked in pain as his injury was crushed again. But the vegetables... the
basket... the pain in his hand would be nothing compared to what they will do
to him when they find out...

To be
continued...

A/N: here
you are folks! The unbetaed version of chapter 4. I intended this to be longer
but I promised you guys I will update within the week so I decided to upload
finished parts of chapter 4.

Please
let me know what you think. I�ve started with the 2^nd part of
chapter 4 so it won�t be long now before I post another chapter. *yay*

The more
reviews I get, the more enthusiastic I get. I aim to please!

Later!
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