Hey I'm back again with another fanfiction! I looked everywhere for some sort of Len childhood story but didn't find many so yeah I decided to write something dark about Len's past. It's rated M for scenes of torture and nothing disgusting by the way! Just a heads up .Anyway one more thing, Len is practically plotting my death from all of my stories so he's not going to talk to me for this story – well for this chapter anyway.

My childhood

I never had a happy childhood. I was the disappointment of the family. Or as Ginny calls me, Uncle's torture toy. That's all I am I suppose, my family have never shown me affection. I still remember my first birthday, that's when I realised that I was only the Tao heir. Nothing more, nothing less. I picked up my Kwan Dao for the first time and uncle decided to test me .He launched a foot at my ribcage, shattering the fragile bones inside before I had time to defend myself. I was left there to recover on my own. But I got used to pain. I had too. I was even at points left for dead. My father died shortly after I was born, so my mother said I was bad luck, an omen of bad things. And I agree with her. I was tortured and beaten. But I always strived to please my family. I was only three when I overheard the secret meeting. My uncle had said that I was useless, not worth the oxygen that was in my lungs. My cousin, Zeva, agreed and said I was of far better use in the spirit world. I tripped up and landed through the door. I was beaten until my blood stained the carpet. And I was beaten for staining the carpet.

I was tortured with pokers if I cried, so I don't cry anymore. I was starved if I showed fear, so I'm never show fear. I suppose that in the end, that was the only thing that proved I existed. That I wasn't just some entity. My mother never asked where the cuts on my wrists came from. She didn't even care that I went so far that I passed out from blood loss. I tried to prove that pain didn't hurt but my I just proved that my uncle was right, that I was weak. I went to the shaman tournament and met Yoh Asakura and his group. They are my only friends, because no one wanted to 'hang' with the Chinese shaman that was Len Tao. They always wondered why I was constantly bleeding, or why I my veins were slashed until there was nothing left. I told them it was nothing, that I had cut myself whilst making a sandwich. When I tried to overcome my uncle they helped stop him. But they didn't stop the abuse, the torture. They knew nothing about what I was going through. Not until I fell ill.

It was the night of my tenth birthday and I was meant to meet them down and Yoh's house after visiting my family. I walked in there and only my sister, Jun, saw how pale I was. She only saw the blood on y arms and she pointed it out at dinner. I didn't answer her. I was half in shock – someone actually cared that I was I pain or that I had done something like that. I couldn't bear the shame of telling my family that for eight years, I had been cutting myself for no good reason other than pain relief. After waiting for answer, my uncle decided he would force one out of me. He grabbed by throat in order to get an answer. I couldn't breathe. I kicked out and ran. I went straight to my friends who, just like Jun, wanted to know about my wrists
"Accident" I told them. I knew they would probably hate me if they knew so I lied. But I could tell that yoh didn't buy it.

The party was something you would expect out of Yoh; music blaring out, resonating around the house. That's when I felt sick. I excused myself and rushed to the toilets with Jocko shouting
"Len can't handle an awesome party like this. Especially with his background .I could have punched him for that. As I opened the bathroom door, I doubled over in pain and let out a cry. And the others heard it. I was being violently sick down the toilet when they found me. Blood sick, that is. I remember the shock on their faces– it was three days ago. After that I blacked out. I woke up a week later in hospital. I was shocked that they bothered whether I was ill. Yoh repeatedly asked me about what was going on. I didn't answer. My family had come. My face was whiter than the sheets I lay on as they entered the room. Yoh backed off immediately. Shame washed over me and I reluctantly looked up at my uncle's furious face. I gulped as he spat the words I knew he had longed to say since my birth
"You are a disappointment to the Tao family. You're better off dead!" I nodded. I knew that already and Yoh opened his mouth in protest but I glared at him to keep it zipped.

I was let out of hospital yesterday. I have decided something. I'm going to end this, right here and now. I left my Kwan Dao in my room so I will be able to end it swiftly. Yoh and the others are gone so they won't interfere with it. I have written a note. Tears have stained my cheeks before I can stop them. It only adds to my weakness. My cousin Zeva was right all those years ago when she said that I would be more use in the spirit world. I open my door, slowly, and pick up my Kwan Dao with trembling hands. I suppose my family will get their wish after all. I lift my Kwan Dao into the air and...

Darkness...

Well what did you guys think? Yeah pretty gory huh? But if you think about it that's how Len was treated in the anime (Not sure about the manga since I've only read vol.1) so I thought I would write this. It's not going to be a one shot so I will update after I write chapter 1 of the kidnapper of kilvert road so you'll have to wait