Tainted Tears

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FIC : Tainted Tears – Chapter 6
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : There is BIG innuendo for Saga x Kanon and Kanon x Saga, though. (\"Obvious\" would be a better word than \"innuendo\". ^^;)
Rating : NC17 (For utter angst and mature content. Don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea).
Warnings : Timeline went to space, so it could be considered AU, but I’m otherwise sticking with the canon story whenever it’s possible. The original timeline for their ages couldn’t have worked with this story. ^^;;; Even with the AU timeline, Saga and Kanon are very young when they get rescued by the Gemini saint and he becomes their master.
Saga and Kanon are in their early adolescence at the beginning of this fic. That means they\'re pretty close to the age of Seiya and Shun in the series. Just wanted to mention that so you can picture some of the scenes without getting too shocked, since ages are not mentioned and people could think they\'re even younger. This fic has a very heavy subject, but the point here is more the things they go through to get over the trauma caused by their past, rather than anything kinky itself. There are scenes with sexual content, but they\'re only there when deemed necessary for the story.
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya.
Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people. No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.

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Drop #6 – Bitter Tears.


Sitting on a chair and letting out his breath in a tired huff, the most obese of the three managers of the “house”, - the one that the children had nicknamed “Sick-face” for his permanent snarling expression and sadistic looks- pulled a matchbox from the back pocket of his pants and lit himself a cigarette, then looked at his hands with mildly surprised disgust and begun wiping them off on an old and dubiously colored handkerchief, in an unsuccessful attempt of removing the dried blood that clung to his fingers despite his best efforts.

The larger man, “Gorilla”, snorted at the sight. He wasn’t one to be concerned by blood, and his hands were even dirtier than his two brothers’. For they were brothers, all three sons of the older manager, the harpie.

“Gorilla” ran his fingers over the length of his belt, which he had been using to whip Saga. He liked the feeling of blood coating the leather, making it wet and smooth but not sticky yet.

The thinner of the three, “Skinny”, cracked his knuckles with a tired look. He was physically less strong than his brothers, but his anger for the monetary loss that Saga had caused them was just as big, and he didn’t pull his punches on the boy for the past hours anymore than the other two men.
He extended his foot towards the body curled up in the center of the room, and pushed lightly the boy’s hip with the tip of his shoe. The battered form on the ground remained limp, but it shuddered slightly, then attempted to inhale deeper and choked on its own blood, that was running freely down its face and chin.

The tiny noise made the fat man chuckle at his brother. “You thought he was dead, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, they’re small after all…you never know.”-the skinny one laughed and ran a hand over his forehead to wipe off the sweat, which left a bloody trace on his angular face.

“Nah, the little sluts are much more resistant than you can imagine….The fun is only beginning.” – And to illustrate his point, “Sick-face” stood from his chair and leaned over the broken body to grab Saga by his arm. The largest of the three brothers, “Gorilla”, smiled with lecherous glee, for he knew well what would come next.

Hair glued to his face, stuck together by a mix of blood and sweat, one of his eyes swollen badly and glued shut by dried blood, Saga felt his stomach turn, and the shiver of horror sent even more pain through his trashed body. He only hoped that if he laid still for long time, then they would get fed up of beating on him. But it didn’t work.

It never did.

It was always like that.

Whenever the twins would do something that really unpleased their owners, “Gorilla” and “Skinny” would beat them up until they were too tired to continue punching and kicking the boys, and then “Sick-face” would start his games, almost always followed by his brothers.

And only a fool’s hope still made Saga expect that they would maybe get tired of hitting him and just let him be.
But unfortunately, when they did get tired, they always felt like ”playing”, as if they had to further punish him for making them waste their time torturing him.

He felt like dying even more when they touched him. For some reason, it felt worse with them than with the customers.
Maybe because he felt that if a customer did something to him that was very bad, he could always think of the fact he wouldn’t be seeing that person often, and thus it wasn’t as bad.

But the managers were his owners. They could do anything they wanted to him, and he felt like he had no right to complain, because he belonged to them.

That was how things worked.

Yet, even though his rational mind accepted that they had no choice, he couldn’t help but utterly hate them when they touched Kanon.
He accepted that they do anything they wanted to him, and he would only feel despair. But when they hurt Kanon, it was hatred that Saga felt, burning inside him, and uttering words of revenge into his ears. Words that would remain unsaid and ideas that would never come true, for neither him nor his brother had the power needed to make anyone pay.
They were condemned to suffer without being able to defend themselves, and the complete hopelessness of being unable to do anything was what most saddened the two boys.

When he felt himself being lifted of the ground, Saga bit hard onto his lip to stifle a sob.
He had no broken bones, but the whipping had taken its toll on his delicate skin. His body was streaked with bruises and lash marks, as well as deeper gashes here and there.

His only consolation was that at least his brother wouldn’t be beaten today. The “house” wouldn’t want to have the both of them out of working condition on same time for a long period, and it seemed like Saga wouldn’t be able to do anything for a while, considering how wounded he was.

“Sick-face” pulled the boy up and tossed him face down over a desk in the middle of the room, after sweeping away the papers that he didn’t want to get blood on.
Saga shuddered when he felt his legs hanging in the emptiness over the side of the table, and yelped lightly when the large man spread them.

The boy tried to voice a last, desperate plead, but his voice didn’t obey him anymore, and he could only mouth the words without any sound coming out of his lips. \"Plea...se... don’t...\"

But it was too late to expect to stop anyone, now.

Not that this kind of people would have listened to his pleas anyway.

Saga whimpered weakly when a rough hand shoved his head down against the table out of pure cruelty, then grabbed his hip, lifting him for easier access.
Fingers spread him open abruptly, and the cold air biting into his lacerated flesh brought new tears to his tired eyes, even though he had thought that he had none left after crying the whole night.

He assumed that after all he had been trough, he could maybe brace himself for what would follow.

But in the moment the man penetrated him, as usually brutally and without preparation, the wounds made the afternoon’s customer screamed at him, sending through his body a wave of lancinating pain so powerful that he almost lost consciousness. But not even that small relief was going to be given to him. He was still conscious, and could feel every single movement as the man entered and exited him, amplifying tenfold the pain of the beating.

In an attempt of redirecting the pain to think of something else, Saga bit onto his own hand until blood started running down onto the table, and his ragged breathing caught on his throat making him choke harder on his own saliva and blood.

The flogging and the beating from earlier weren\'t comparable to this form of suffering.
When it was the outside of his body that hurt, he could usually manage. But now, the pain was coming from the inside, invading his body in waves that would raise and lower according to the man’s movements.
The intense heat between Saga\'s legs was spreading fast, invading all of his body, as if it engulfed him in flames. A fire that burned him to the core, making him unable to think, his mind fogged even further by the haziness induced by the fear and the shock.
He tried to do like every night and block away the feelings or the images that sent him spiralling down deeper and deeper into an agonizing misery.
But unlike every night, he was far too hurt, this time. The searing friction that tore wider his still fresh wounds made it impossible to block anything. It kept bringing him back to the horrifying reality of his body being defiled, over and over again, once again.

He couldn\'t tell anymore if it was sweat or blood running down his body. Or tears either.
All he could think of was gasping for air, afraid he\'d drown in his despair.
The tears had invaded his sinuses to the point that he was unable to breath through his nose and had to struggle to keep his mouth open, choking for air whenever the pain didn’t make him clench his teeth to try to not to scream.
They had gagged him during the flogging and the beating, but now that he was free to cry out, he was afraid of doing so, as if by remaining as silent as he could he might reduce his suffering.
He clutched the tabletop so hard that his nails bit into the wood, and his knuckles turned pure white stained with blood.

But when “Gorilla” walked around the desk to place himself in front of Saga’s face, then lifted the boy’s head by his hair and smiled with a malevolent glee, Saga’s last hopes shattered and crumbled down into pieces, and he shrieked in utter horror, before the man forced his mouth open.

And he finally blanked out, his body completely abandoning all form of muscular activity and surrendering like that of a lifeless doll.
Maybe that was what it felt like, to be dead. Having people touch you, but it doesn’t quite feel like it’s you.
He couldn’t breath.
He didn’t know anymore if he was crying, or even making any sound at all.
He was vaguely conscious of the movements around his body, and inside it, but the pain felt dull, and no longer burning as much.

The only thing that told him that he still was alive after all was the fact that he could hear Kanon’s voice in his head, through their bond.
The strange feeling they usually shared in those moments filled him so completely that it felt like the entire universe was inside his body, and yet it didn’t hurt him the way everything else did when entering him. Maybe because it didn’t feel at all like when the men took him, a forced invasion, but rather like something that was coming from inside him in a soothing manner, unlike the burning sensation coming from his lower body that still haunted him.
And as long as he could hear Kanon’s voice, he knew he wasn’t dead, because it just wasn’t possible for him to die and leave his twin alone. Unless Kanon was dead too, but that idea was too painful for Saga’s mind to accept to even form such thought.

Or at least, that’s how he used to think, but that beating was so bad that it made him wish that Kanon would just stop talking to him and let him die, so he could finally stop suffering.


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Back in the room that the twins had shared for the past years, Kanon had lost count of the customers that came that night.

He would usually always know how many passed, if anything because this way, he could set up a mental count-down to the end of the night.
Knowing for approximatively how long he still would have to stand it helped the boy to manage to go on.

But tonight, he just couldn’t.

He was living a waking nightmare, and one of the worst ones he ever had, despite the fact they weren’t few.
The last remnants of his fever made him nearly delirious, and the strange bond with his brother made him sense all the pain that was going through Saga’s body and mind.

Kanon bit the inside of his cheeks until he tasted blood, so that he wouldn’t scream.

He was grateful for whatever twist of a normally cursed fate had made that most of his customers this night were the kind that liked better the view of his backside, or taking him by behind while they buried his face into the mattress.

He was just too far gone to be able to put up a face for the ones who liked to see it while they laid with him.

Kanon felt his brother’s mind slipping so far into oblivion that he thought Saga might not pass the night, and that idea horrified him so much that he almost lost his mind too.
He clung with all that he had to the belief that he had to go on talking to Saga, and that if he stopped even for a second, then it might be too late.
So he focused all his being into that task, and just let anyone do whatever they wanted to him, submitting passively and without much interaction. There was no way they wouldn’t see that he was feverish anyway, and he doubted anyone would complain for something like that once in a while.
It wasn’t the first time the “house” made someone sick work, after all.

A rare moment of lucidity made him realize he had received much more clients than he normally did in one night. The old harpie must be sticking to her initial decision, and sending in the amount of people that the two boys would have covered normally.
Kanon still couldn’t count how many had passed, but he could tell that they were more numerous than usually because of the way his body ached, his muscles protesting against the abuse, especially in the most sensitive areas of his body.
But he swallowed the pain and the burning, ashamed of feeling such things when his situation was far less bad than Saga’s, even though it wasn’t his fault that his luck had been better for once.

Through the haziness of his feverish mind, he kept glancing towards the window in hopes that he’d finally see the red lights go off and the paleness of the dawn start to spread over the horizon.
Because then, he would know that he would soon be able to see his brother again.
And that was enough to make him hang in there a bit longer, even though each new penetration felt like his body was about to tear apart, unable to take so much strain in one night.


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It was over.

Or was it not?

He couldn’t tell anymore. His body had been continuously abused for so long that Saga couldn’t tell if it was still the case now or if it was finally over.
His senses were flooded by too much pain from his body and disgust and despair from his mind.

He laid in the ground, where he had been dropped like a discarded rag, the blood from his wounds mixing with the sweat and all kinds of fluids, collecting drop by drop in tiny puddles underneath and around him. But he couldn’t feel them, it was beyond his cognitive abilities, now. All that he knew was that there was a vague ringing in his ears, and that he finally felt some peace.

He finally felt dead.

The three men were busy cleaning themselves, and didn’t even spare a look for the broken form in the ground.

The boy wasn’t quite conscious of their presence anymore.
His good eye was half-lidded and stared forward into nothingness. But his ears were still functioning, and even though his brain couldn’t process the words well enough to understand what they were saying exactly or identify who was speaking, he still abstractly heard the three men’s discussion, through the daze that numbed everything around him.

“ \'Pity he isn’t a girl, or we all could take him on same time, heh!”

Scornful laughter followed. It was one of their favourite jokes about either of the twins.

“You know, it’s always possible, if you don’t mind sharing the same spot, if you see what I mean!”

The laughter became louder, as two of the three men seemed to find the idea amusing while the third one protested that he wouldn’t want to try that.

“Sharing with someone else would be too gross! And besides, if we did that, we’d completely tear the merchandise apart, you know...”

“Mother wouldn’t be too pleased with that! All she cares for is their faces and their butts, after all!”

Thunderous laughter filled the room this time, but not even that was enough to pull Saga’s mind out of its lethargic state.

“Not that we didn’t already damage it pretty badly... but she won’t know how much of it was done by us and how much was done by yesterday’s client!”

“Looks like the little bugger wasn’t lucky in his errand!”

“Serves him well, for trying to steal from us! And besides, those wounds will heal! At that age, the little sluts heal fast...be it from the punches or even when they’re a bit torn open!”

“Our house’s customers will have to get used to the idea that they’ll be shagging something pretty bruised for quite a while.”

“ \'Bout those wounds, we really should get the old doc’ to patch the little bugger up soon. Wouldn’t be good to have him die on us.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, he ain’t dying just from that! The doc’ just has to sew those rips shut and he’ll be like new sooner than you expect!”

“Well, he’d better heal fast! The two little filths are really good, everyone comes back for ’em twins! If he knows what’s good for him, he’d better be able to go back to work fast!”

“Don’t worry, I’m telling you he’ll be like new in no time!”

The last part somehow went through Saga’s brain and was processed.

:: I’m not dying then... ::


He felt something break inside him, as not even that small feeling of peace at the idea of death could remain in place any longer.

Maybe it was the last strand of hope that could be left in his body that just broke.


The door opened suddenly at that moment, and Kanon sprung in, still dressed in the scanty lingerie set he wore for his last customer of the night.
When he spotted Saga, the younger twin froze and covered his mouth in shock, then locked his gaze on the ground, afraid that if any of the men saw his eyes, the hatred in his look would make everything much worse.

“Gorilla” put himself on the boy’s way and stared him down, to see if Kanon would dare to stand up to him. But the boy knew better.
He produced his most respectful pleading voice to beg for them to allow him to see Saga, since he was done working and it was morning.

The man had a smug smile of satisfaction to see the extent of his power over the twins.

A drop of blood ran down Kanon’s white fingers, from where he had sunk his nails into his palms while he begged, but nobody saw it.

Patting the boy in the shoulder condescendingly, the man said : “Don’t fret too much. I’ll be taking him to the doc’ later today when I’m done having some sleep.”

When the boy remained silent, the man tightened his grasp on the frail shoulder.

“Thank you sir.” – Came the expected answer, and the man released Kanon’s shoulder, while one of the two other brothers chuckled, on their way out.

Finally alone with his twin, Kanon kneeled by his side carefully, as if he was afraid that any sudden movement around Saga might hurt him further, and gently picked up the abused form, to pull him up closer to him and hug him delicately to his chest.

And he cried, harder than he thought he still could cry, his voice breaking down completely as he attempted to talk to his brother.

“I’m...so sorry Saga...so sorry... I’m so...weak. You always try so much to protect me, and all I can do...all I can do... I can’t even help you... I...I... swear I’ll manage to protect you, even if it’s the last thing I do...” – Whatever else he tried to say was drowned by the sobs and became unintelligible.

“Lo...ve...you...”- Was the weak answer of the older twin, spoken with a voice so hoarse that Kanon heard it more through their mental bond than really from the cracked lips. And then the bond faded, for Saga had finally lost consciousness, something he had been wishing for the entire night.

Kanon buried his face in his brother’s neck and rocked him gently back and forth, his tears streaming down the bruised skin of his twin’s back.

“Me...too...Me too, Saga...” –He whispered between choked sobs as he wept.



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[To Be Continued]
[Next Chapter : Drop #7 – Gemini.]


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Sagakure, May 24th, 2005

Note : This chapter was very depressing but things get less bad for the twins in the next one. ^^/
Hang in there, they\'re about to be rescued! ^^