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A Life Worth Living	By : yenie Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A LIFE WORTH LIVING

Author: Misanagi

Warnings: Dark angst, Yaoi,
Rape, Child abuse, AU, a bit of OOC (yeah, right!)

Notes: If you're a fan of Soujiro
and you don't ever want to see him bruised and beaten up (or even raped ><;;), please leave now. I don't want anybody complaining
to me why I did that to their Soujiro-sama (LOL)

His relatives' names are all
made up since I don't know their real names and I don't have any idea how to
get that info. Please don't ask me where I got the names. It's 12 in the mownin'... Those who are willing to share their knowledge
will be much appreciated. ~(^,^)~

Disclaimers: RK belongs to Watsuki Nobuhiro... other stuff
you don't recognize in the RK world belongs to me. I'm not making any profit...
I'm just a writer. ^^;

Don't say I didn't warn
you...

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Ch1: A Rose Among Thorns

Hands clamped over his mouth, silencing
his screams. "Be quiet, bastard!" hissed Wakame
as he pulled the slender hips to crash against his. Soujiro
shut his eyes. The horrible pain would not go away. It would never go away no
matter how much he escaped from it. It continued to grab him and slam him back
to painful reality. Tears seeped from his closed irises as the pain continued
to force itself on him. 'It hurts... okaasan... otousan' the boy cried
silently in his mind, ' make the pain go away... onegai'
But as always, no one ever came to his cries.

A rather violent shove caused him to
shriek in pain. His body shook with sobs. His hands lay limp at his sides,
having given up after having his wrists nearly crushed by a large, calloused
hand. His rear was a bloody mess as Wakame pounded
with sadistic pleasure into the little body beneath him. Half-healed wounds
tore under the assault, blood made its way out of the body.

It was a calm night. It blanketed the town
into a quiet and blissful sleep. All except one house.

As Wakame
finished, he pulled out of the now-pliant body. He grinned at the blood running
down the shounen's thighs before changing his
expression back into a scowl. He grabbed the silently crying boy and threw him
out of the futon and into the floor. The boy hit the ground with his buttocks
first and Wakame smirked at the soft cry of agony as
the boy hurriedly tried to soothe the burning pain. He grinned even more as he
heard muffled sobs and erratic breaths trying to be silenced.

"Get outta
here! You disgust me," with that, Wakame settled
into his futon and slept almost immediately, giving off snores.

Soujiro stayed
there for a little longer, hugging his body to himself. He didn't have the
strength to move, much less stand up and get away from this unending suffering.
He felt pain everywhere. He could never get used to it,
no matter how many times his relatives beat him up, he would always cry. No
matter how much he tried to stiffle his sobs, the
stinging pain running through every part of his body would always make him give
in.

Perhaps, when he had hope,
his will would be a little stronger to endure all this. But, what does he hope
for? Salvation? No one would ever come to rescue him. Freedom? He had nowhere to go to. Death?
No, it's too much. He is still a child, after all.

But then, what�s it like to
be a child?

Alone, that's all he knew...'Hitori de.'

Gingerly, he pulled himself to his knees,
groping in the dark for his clothes, with the moon as his source of light.
After clutching them to his body, he silently went out of the room and the
house. Knowing that everybody is asleep at this time, he walked naked towards the
water well. The night was bitter. Winter was trying to have its presence felt
even in early autumn.

Soujiro hugged his clothes to himself, his teeth chattering
from the cruel night.

He took the bucket and used it to get the cool
water from below. He drank the clear liquid to refresh his parched throat and
quell his hunger pains.

Using a piece of clean rag, he dipped it
into the clear liquid and used it to clean the blood from his split lip, his
bitten neck and shoulders. Next, he squatted and brought the cloth towards his
torn rear. He hissed in pain as the cloth wiped the blood and semen from him,
stinging his torn tissues. As he brought the cloth to dip it again into the
bucket, he saw lots of blood on the cloth. Images of moments before plagued his
head. He fought the urge to throw up as nausea assaulted him. There wasn't
anything to throw up anyway.

When he finished, he threw the pink-tinged
water and dressed in his slightly torn hakama,
keeping the bonds a little loose. For a while, he stayed like that, standing
next to the water well. He looked up to the sky and stared at the stars. It was
beautiful, he never saw anything like it. A small
smile touched his face but it was gone as soon as it had appeared.

He remembered his parents' faces. What
would it be like to be held tenderly? To be hugged and
cuddled? To be kissed by someone who cares about you? He could no longer
remember the feeling of being loved. Love... it was a word he never fully
understood. It would probably be something he could never feel in his short,
painful existence.

He was told his parents had died when he
was very young. And as soon as he was able to understand and do many things,
pain was brought into his young life by his foster family. Not once did he ever
felt happiness with them. This was all he ever knew. Work and you get food.
Obey and you get rest. Refuse and pain will surely come and make you submit.

He started limping back into his quarters,
wincing as every step multiplied the pain in his body. He knew he would have a
hard time working tomorrow. He hoped there wouldn't be much to do. He wiped the
tears that started flowing from his eyes. His body had started trembling and he
felt cold. As he laid in his futon, he lay on his side, trying to stiffle his sobs. But the tears kept flowing. He curled in
on himself to stop his trembles and warm himself. The thin blanket and worn
clothes covering him could barely keep him warm. Eventually, his exhaustion
took over his senses and fell into a restless sleep.

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And yes... I will have to
torture Soujiro-kun in a couple of chapters. Until our hero rescues him. THEN he'll have a better life.

And no... I won't tell you who will rescue him. I'm not even
sure myself. Bwehehehe!

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I have been writing fics since 15 and have mustered enough courage to post one
of them here. I�d rather you point out stuff which made this story weak or
horrible instead of cursing and bashing me.

Comments and Reviews can help
improve this fic. Suggestions are welcome. Flames
will be used for the authoress's insatiable lust for smores! ^.^
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