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Chapter 5: The Boy with the Cruel Fate

Author: Misanagi

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warnings: YAOI... NC... MAJOR rape and angst in this chapter
folks. If you can�t handle it, please leave.

TO yaoi girl::: enishi will be soujiro�s savior, and we�ll
leave it like that for now. I already have their destinies intertwined. ^__^

TO amethyst::: hope this quenches your thirst. Sorry for the
wait but I hope it�s worth it.

TO Serenity::: thanks for the wonderful encouragement. About
college, I�m only one semester away from graduating. After that, I�ve decided
to be unemployed and write fics for a while. I have tons of them, unpublished.
We�ll see what happens. Glad you liked my little twist.

TO shin-chan::: thanks for coming out and telling me how you
feel about my fic. My readers should do that often.

TO no name::: Thanks for your review. I also noticed in the
series that Soujiro is this stoic kid who smiles even in the most disturbing
situations. But this may be due to the traumatic past that he had.

I wanted my setting to be before he decided not to cry.
Being a kid, you would always cry at a simple wound or a tug in your hair.

Remember when he first met Shishio, he said that he used to
cry whenever they beat him up until one day he decided not to?

But since I put on the AU warning, I decided to give Soujiro
a healthy mental state, for the meantime.

And about his uke-ness being too much, he�ll only be like
that with his relatives. Who wouldn�t be if you�re beaten every single day of
your existence. His backbone will develop in the story. I wanted my characters
to really develop in the story. His stoic-ness will also come later in the fic.

TO my wonderful readers: Sorry about this chapter being angsty.
Kinda like my life now...the pressure from my family is so intense!!! I�m a
candidate for cum laude in Applied Physics and Computer Engineering and that
means i have to maintain a 3.7 average (4 being highest) this semester and the
next... Classical Mechanics, Quantum Physics, Electromagnetics... the horror...
and I can�t even apply in NASA because one qualification is that you have to be
an American citizen.... *sob*

Ok, I�ll shut up now...

Flames will be used for SMORES... my lifeline...

On with the fic!

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Soujiro had breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Senka over
at the tofu stall. He clutched at the ruined basket and made his way slowly to
her. He tugged slightly at her kimono. When Senka turned around, she saw the
timid boy.

�Goodness! Where have you been? I�ve been worried sick about
you,�

Soujiro looked up in fear and slowly showed her the damaged
goods. �I-I�m sorry... some boys,... they hurt me.. and... stepped... on it.�
By then, he was shaking and could barely hold the basket.

He then closed his eyes and bent his head, expecting a
threat, a yell and a beating. A hand touched the top of his head and he
couldn�t stop the flinch.

�It�ll be hard explaining to my elder sister but let�s check
if there are some items we can salvage,� she took the basket from the boy�s
frigid hands and replaced it with her basket. She rummaged inside and a frown
was over her features.

�Oh dear, most of the vegetables here were ruined beyond
repair. They would notice it. At least some of the meat are still ok...we don�t
have enough money to buy these again...�

She trailed off as she saw the poor boy biting his lower lip
to prevent his sniffs. �Sou-kun...�

He hastily wiped his bruised eyes with the sleeve of the
coat, wincing as the rough material smarted against his skin.

�I�m really sorry... please don�t punish me. I won�t do it
again. My whole body hurts so much,� the boy said softly, gripping the basket
tightly.

They both knew Senka had no matter in Soujiro�s punishments.
Although Senka was drawn to the boy�s vulnerability, calling to her; no matter
how much she wanted, she�s as powerless as Soujiro. She is the youngest child,
and at that time, they almost always had no say in family matters and
decisions.

Senka broke the sad, tense silence, �Let�s go home. I�ll buy
you some food first,�

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�It�s been 14 years since I last saw my baby and my
husband.� She spoke lovingly of her once family.

�Those days, the Seta family was one of the most influential
and richest families around. They owned a farm land bigger than this town and
had a livestock business that can feed this town all year long. They wanted to
keep their money and riches to themselves and would only want to create
marriage-alliances to those of the same status or higher.

I was only a daughter of one of their hired help. The eldest
son, Ryuutarou, would often come to the fields and check up on the farmers. He
was very proper and treated us like equals, unlike his elder sister and younger
siblings. He would sometimes help around the farm and talk to us.

I fell in love with that man. He was a very good-looking
man.� She paused for a bit, a twinkle in her eye glowing with radiance. It even
seemed like she was blushing, despite her pale countenance.

�His dark brown hair would always fall over his chestnut
eyes at exactly the right place. And he was very kind and helpful to us.

I myself was surprised when he also fell in love with me. He
told me that love should not be dictated by family wealth or status.

But his family would not allow such union to happen. They
had already decided on whom to marry Ryuutarou. It was the daughter of a military
general in a far place. The girl was said to have only reached adolescence. He
would not allow it and continued to fight for our union.

Eventually, the family disowned him for causing such shame.
They gave up his rights to be successor to the family business and we were cast
away.

We went far away from the town and settled in a simple
farmland. He paid for it with what was left of his wealth and we both toiled
and tilled the land. Even though he was born with a silver spoon, he understood
work and pain. He knew how to live like a commoner.

After a year of being together, we were gifted with a son,
Soujiro. He was an angel to us. He looked like his father. The two most
important men in my life....

Until one day, a messenger arrived and told my husband that
he is wanted back in his household. His father was gravely ill and was asking
for him. Even though his family had disowned him, Ryuutarou still loved his
parents. His father loved him dearly. He agreed to come home if they let me and
our son join him...� she trailed off, as if remembering something painful.

�But everything was a lie! They lured him back and killed
him with poison without their parents knowing. This was because their father
would not change the rights despite Ryuutarou giving up his. He was the
favorite son and as long as he is alive, majority of the land would bequeath to
him.

They called the police and had me arrested. There wasn�t
even a proper trial and I was sent to prison. My son was taken away from me and
I did not know if he is still alive.

But I saw him today. My baby... I recognized his face! He is
still alive, living with my husband�s wicked family. I don�t know what they are
doing to him...

I want to hold him again and kiss him and tell him that
everything will be alright now that I have finally found him. He was in so much
pain; I saw it in his eyes. He never deserved it at all!�

She then took his hand and held it to hers. �Please, save my
son. He does not deserve to suffer just because of unfortunate circumstances. I
have nothing left... Soujiro is all I have...�

Her voice cracked and she broke down. After years of
injustice and the anguish of not seeing her son, she was finally going to see
him and hold him again.

Through it all, Enishi remained silent. He stared at the
woman in front of him, full of hurt and sorrow. It was true that the boy he
saved a while ago had the look of pained anguish in him. But he should never
interfere with the affairs of others. It would only lead to more trouble.

Their silence was interrupted when the local doctor arrived.
He gently shooed Enishi away as he began to diagnose the woman. He felt her
pulse and checked her breathing. He quickly got out of his bag a powdery
substance and mixed it in the water. He then made the woman drink it. After a
while, the woman dozed off, sleeping soundly but with worry still etched on her
face.

The doctor finished cleaning and putting away his
instruments and faced Enishi.

�She... does not have much time left. She has developed
tuberculosis and is already in an advanced stage. Though she doesn�t show it
much, it is very painful to move and even breathe. She must hold something very
dear in her life that keeps her from falling apart. Many patients I�ve seen
with this case are just deteriorating away.�

The doctor closed his case and prepared to leave, �She is a
strong woman, but she can only endure so much. Please do everything you can to
make her happy.�

With that, he left Enishi to the sleeping woman and his
troubled mind.

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Sharp pain hit him in the back. He felt his knees buckle but
the straps pulling his hands above his head began to sting as the tough leather
created painful cuts. Another pain hit him and he bit his lower lip until it
bled.

Behind him were Bajira, Senka, Gensou and Wakame. Wakame,
who stood behind the boy�s back, was the one doing the punishment. Bajira and
Gensou looked on with smugs on their faces. Senka�s face was that of pain.
Whenever the leather struck the helpless, bleeding back, she would wince at the
sharp gasp of pain she heard.

Immediately after having brought home the goods, Bajira had
noticed that the goods they bought did not add up to the money Bajira gave
them. Soujiro admitted his fault quietly and was punished.

10 slaps had Soujiro�s head reeling in agony. He bit back
cries but was unable to prevent a teardrop here and there. His back burned
white hot while the rest of him shivered in the the frigid cold. His nails dug
in his palms, trying to divert the pain elsewhere. His lips twitched but he
focused on keeping them shut.

I can be strong, he said to himself, I can do it...just
don�t give in...ahh...hurts...

A particular slap made his eyes roll up in pain.

Please let me pass out... please...

He wished for it over and over yet he was never granted one.
It�s as if Wakame knew just how much pressure to put into the leather to make
him feel the most excruciating pain without losing consciousness.

As the last strike fell upon the broken body, Soujiro�s legs
gave way. His fragile wrists were the only ones supporting his also thin frame,
which created burns from where the leather rubbed the tender flesh.

He could barely understand what they were saying until their
voices and footsteps disappeared altogether. They didn�t even let him loose.
His upper body was bare while his thin hakama could not even keep the cold
away. He shivered and his body started going into shock. He trembled from the
hot, blinding pain in his back and the cold, overwhelming frigidity in his
whole being.

I �m so sorry... I didn�t mean for it to happen. Please
forgive me...I�m such a bad child...it hurts...so...much...

Then he felt someone tinkering with his bound wrists. He
could barely lift his head but he had an idea who might be helping him. As he
was free, though his hands remained bound, the boy completely slumped on the
ground. He had to keep himself upright using his hands.

As he turned to say thank you to who he thought was Senka,
he froze on the spot, unable to tear his eyes away from his �savior�. It was
Wakame, wearing that same sinister smile he had whenever he would abuse the boy
some more. Soujiro stood frozen in his spot, in fear or in terror...maybe both.

He came back to his senses and started crawling away from
his abuser. He held back a wince as his back protested from such movement.

Please, anything but that! His eyes were wide in
fear. Please help me... okaasan, otousan...

Wakame enjoyed his view. The boy was just begging to be
taken. The pleas were just to heighten the game. It made him want the boy more.
He rubbed his crotch lewdly and started to walk towards the terribly panicking
youth.

Soujiro attempted to crawl as far away from the man as
possible when a hand gripped his hair and pulled him up. Soujiro�s hand grabbed
at Wakame�s to keep the pressure from his hair. His body ached terribly,
despite the numbing cold. His teeth chattered and his knees buckled. He didn�t
want to be here right now.

With another shove, Wakame had finally dragged the boy into
his quarters. His quarters were separated from his siblings. He liked his
isolation and Soujiro�s screams wouldn�t bother his siblings much.

He knocked the boy into the corner, earning a fitful sob. He
walked towards the boy as he saw Soujiro trying to blend with the corner. He
lifted a big foot and stepped on the frail throat. Immediately, Soujiro
panicked as trembling hands tried to pry the foot away, earnestly trying to
keep breathing. His hands were nothing against the large foot. When Wakame
released his foot, Soujiro coughed and gasped for breath. He tried to curl on
himself, gasping in pain. Wakame knew the fun would begin.

�Let�s get you somewhere warm, shall we,� with that sinister
smile, he grabbed the hair once again and dragged the boy painfully towards the
futon.

Immediately, Soujiro squirmed. He finally begged for
release. He begged for mercy that he knew will never come. Wakame backhanded him
so hard that the boy�s lip split. Blood accompanied the tears that ran down the
boy�s chin. He flung the boy towards his futon and immediately tore the rest of
the boy�s clothing off. The poor boy shied away and covered himself with
bruised hands, shivering madly. He tried to silence his choked sobs.

�Come on ya little slut! Don�t act so innocent,� Wakame took
off his own hakama and kneeled on either side of the boy�s body. He took the
boy�s hands and put them on top of the boy�s head in a bruising grip.

�No...please...�

�You deserve to be punished, yarou! You and your clumsy body
will have to be taught a lesson. Ungrateful bastard, you don�t even deserve to
live! Stupid child, you bring shame to us!� he punched the boy right at his
ribs and smiled as the boy opened his mouth and let out a silent scream. His
face was of pure pain. He couldn�t breathe and there was fire all over his
chest.

�I-I�m sorry,� Soujiro gasped softly.

In the end, Soujiro lay limp on the sheets; an occasional
sob could be heard from him. It took too much effort to move and each movement
caused him pain everywhere.

Please kill me... it hurts so much...

Wakame grasped the pale thighs and widened them; giving
access to the boy�s abused opening.

Otousan...okaasan...

Tears fell from his eyes as Wakame forced himself inside.
Soujiro had let out an agonized shriek and his eyes rolled up to his head. He
started at a harsh pace which sent Soujiro into oblivion. Seeing the boy�s
temporary escape, he slapped the boy back to consciousness, satisfied as he
heard a soft sob. He wanted to hear the boy scream and plead. He thrusted
harder, the blood already soaking the sheets. Soujiro�s cries became louder.
His bound hands reached out to push his violator away. Wakame snorted at the
attempt and flipped the boy in his hands and knees. He kept a firm grip at the
boy�s hips and forced himself deeper.

�Ah-ahn... please...uhhh...� Soujiro tried to beg Wakame to ease
on him a bit as a particularly hard thrust made him see black spots. His voice
was becoming hoarse. His throat felt dry.

�Yeah, you like that little slut?� Wakame groaned, slamming
himself back into the blood stained back. This is the best fuck of his life!

Tired by the position, he pulled the boy to him using his
hair. His chest met the boy�s whipped back and held their new position
together.

Soujiro was now forced to sit on Wakame�s thighs, impaling
him further. His legs were splayed on either side of the bigger man�s thighs,
unable to push the frail body up. He tossed his head back at the pain, unable
to comprehend it anymore. More tears fell form the pained irises. Hands groped
at his skin, one was pinching his nipples, hard enough to draw blood. Wakame�s
thrusts became faster and Soujiro was dragged up and down like a rag doll.

�S-sorry...no...m-more...ahh-unnn...�

His vision was
getting darker.

Maybe I�ll be able to see my parents today...

He closed his eyes and whimpered. He felt Wakame coming
inside him. It burned more than ever. Finally, darkness surrounded his being
and he accepted it gladly.

Wakame gripped the boy to himself after. He loved the warmth
that radiated from the shaking boy. He pushed the boy back to the futon and
noted the amount of blood that soaked the sheets. He then checked to see if the
boy was still breathing.

He�ll live another day.

He saw the fresh whip marks on the boy�s back, already
becoming an angry dark blue and black. Old scars and bruises dotted the boy�s
body, yet it did not prevent the boy�s beauty from making itself known.

Wakame got a cloth and cleaned himself up. He pushed the boy
to the floor and changed the sheets.

He then put on his winter clothing and began to carry the
boy back to the shed where he stayed. Outside, snow was falling in tremendous
amounts. On Wakame�s shoulder, Soujiro shook at the cold. He was still naked.
Inside the shed, he unceremoniously put the boy in the makeshift bed. Soujiro
had felt his head connect with the floor with a thud but barely felt it. He
threw the clothes on the shivering body. Soujiro shifted and lay on his side,
the tears running down his face despite his unconscious state.

The blood and semen on his thighs were slowly drying and
Soujiro shifted uneasily again in his sleep. Despite the pain in his ribs, the
boy curled on himself, desperate to keep warm.

�Fucking filth! See if we�ll ever show you mercy again,�
Wakame spat at the unconscious boy before going out and bolting the door to the
shed.

It had only been early in the afternoon. Soujiro woke to the
pain in his body. He was starving but he could not move without crying out in
pain. He felt so weak and tired. He bit his already split lip, trying hard not
to cry. Crying meant sobbing...and sobbing with hurt ribs was one of the most
painful things in the world. When he finally got himself under control, he used
what little energy he had to grab his �blankets�.

He buried himself under them but could not shake away the
cold feeling. From his hazy consciousness, he heard someone open the door to
the shed. He resigned himself to whoever was going to take his/her turn with
him. He could barely move, let alone escape. He faced the wall, unable to bear
the thought of his next tormentor. He gripped his �blanket� tightly as the
person was near him. He heard water somewhere and a warm touch ran over his
frozen being.

It was a wonderful feeling. The cloth had been soaked in
warm water and it soothed his aches. It ran from his back, gently massaging it.
Soujiro closed his eyes. The cloth was now cleaning his face and neck, he
somehow felt rejuvenated. It felt wonderful but he couldn�t shake the feeling
that it will somehow end up in pain. Feigned kindness and then ripped apart by
pain and brutality. It was more horrible than just being beaten up and pounded
into submission.

�Shh, just relax Sou-kun,� it was Senka-sama, �I�m really
sorry this had to happen to you. I only wanted you to go out and enjoy a bit. I
didn�t realize immediately that you were gone...� she trailed off.

She soaked the cloth again into the warm water, wrung it and
next cleaned the boy�s inner thighs. The boy stiffened and struggled not to
shake. Senka did her best to clean the blood and semen from the boy.

�I�m so sorry,� the boy begged, �the p-pain... it hurts..so
much.�

It was the most painful thing Senka heard. The boy was
trying to be strong but obviously unable to bear the pain.

�I-I won�t...do.. it..uhhh... again�

Senka blinked back tears. Soujiro really didn�t do anything
wrong...except to be born with a cruel fate; and that wasn�t even his choice.

�Shh... rest now... you�ll be fine,� she assured the child.
She covered the boy with more blankets.

Be strong, Soujiro-kun.

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Yay! Thanks for seeing this through. REVIEWS please!!! I�m
really sorry I kept you waiting. Sem break�s about to start and maybe I can put
in more chapters. ^__^!!!
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