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"Speech"
Thoughts
Summary: After years of living with an abusive father who blames Ryou for the death of his mother and sister, Ryou finally decides to run away. However, life is hard on the streets. He is soon taken in by a small group of young thieves who decide to teach him how to survive. It would also seem that the so called King of Thieves appears to be interested in him…
Sorry, I suck at summaries…
Warning: mild to moderate yaoi/shonen ai. Nothing too bad though! ^_^ Also some rough language and violence.
Now, on with the fic!
A Moon for the Misbegotten
By DistanceBetween
Chapter 1: Decision
"Ryou, you little SHIT! Get the fuck down here!"
The twelve year old boy lay curled up on his bed, tremors traveling the length of his small body. His pale limbs were wrapped around his equally pale face. His fragile body was curled in the fetal position on the tangled sheets, his long legs tucked tight against his chest. His long white hair hung limp down his back, shinning in the faint moonlight that permeated from the gap in the curtains. His large, innocent, chocolate brown eyes were squeezed tightly shut though tears tracked their way down his too white face and soft, almost angelic, features. Quiet sobs tore from between a pair of soft lips, a sound so pitiful that it would tug on the heartstrings of even the coldest of souls.
A large crash suddenly echoed through the house as well as loud footsteps coming closer to the room where the boy hid.
"Ryou!"
The sudden sound of a body slamming against the locked door of the bedroom made the boy jump and sob louder. The door started creaking under the force being exerted against it. The boy pulled his blankets over his head still sobbing.
"No…please…father, go away…" Ryou whispered in a broken voice.
His father, still yelling on the other side of the door, failed to hear the quiet voice of his only son. The older male threw himself against the door again and this time a cracking sound rang through the room as the door splintered and gave way, swinging inward to reveal the large, drunk man. His dark brown hair was shaggy and disheveled; his brown eyes were bloodshot and narrowed in malice. The right side of his face was bruised and swollen as if he had been punched. His breath came raggedly as though he had just run a long way.
The man smiled as he stood in the doorway of the room and saw the huddled ball cowering on the bed under the blankets. His features then twisted into a look of cold, cruel rage as he strode forth into the room, swaying back and forth a bit as he walked.
"What did I tell you about locking doors in my house, you pathetic idiot!" The man yelled as he grabbed the side of the boy's mattress and overturned it, dropping the startled boy onto the hard floor boards.
Ryou, momentarily stunned, quickly recovered and jumped to his feet, hurriedly backing away in a desperate attempt to get away from his father. His father, however, was already moving. With a speed one would not expect from someone as drunk as himself, the man crossed the distance between himself and his in mere seconds. Upon reaching his son, the man grabbed a hold of his son's soft white locks and tugged upward sharply. This action brought tears to Ryou's eyes but he refused to let them spill. He struggled against his father's grip but refused to open his mouth to cry out. It was always worse when he cried out.
Maybe I'll be lucky and he'll only hit me around a little today. Ryou thought. Please let it just be that…
His father smiled sickeningly and yanked hard on the boy's hair, bringing his son's face close to his own. As he stared into his son's now open large, brown eyes, his own softened for a moment.
"You…look just like her…" The man whispered to himself, seeming oddly vulnerable for a moment. Then, just as quickly as the softened face had appeared, it was replaced by a look of cold fury as he slammed his son against the wall.
"It's your fault she's dead!" His father screamed.
"It's your fault that they're both dead!"
Ryou's head was slammed against the wall again, causing bright fireworks of color to go off behind his eyes. His head throbbed terribly and his father's yelling was only making the pain worse. He was fairly certain he could feel something warm and wet trickling down through his hair. Ryou groaned loudly and then snapped his eyes open in sudden terror. He had made a sound…
For a moment all was quiet as the pair looked at one another. Then, the older male leaned in close to his son.
"You think you're in pain now?" his father whispered softly. Ryou shivered. His father's breath felt warm and sticky against his cheek and positively reeked of alcohol. Ryou held his own breath and waited, still and silent as a marble carving, for his father's reaction.
"I'll TEACH you the PAIN you deserve!" His father yelled as he raised his fist and struck the boy's jaw with his hard knuckles. Ryou's head snapped to the side slamming his cheek against the wall. Pain radiated from both points of impact. He could taste blood in his mouth from his bitten tongue, making his already nauseous stomach lurch violently. Fighting down the urge to vomit, Ryou looked back toward his father just in time to receive another blow to the face. His father continued to slam his fists into the child, hitting his face, his chest, his stomach, his arms…
The man continued to beat the boy and not once did it occur to Ryou to fight back. This was his punishment. A punishment he knew he deserved. It was his fault. He killed them.
"It's your FAULT!" his father screamed as he continued to pummel every inch of the child he could reach now using his feet to kick as well as his hands to punch. "It's ALL YOUR FAULT! EVERYTHING is your fault!"
I know. Ryou thought sadly.
I know…
He repeated those words in his head falling in time with every hit that struck his frail body. SLAM. I know. KICK. I know. SLAP. I know. CRACK.
I know it's my fault.
His father continued to hit Ryou until his own fists ached and his knuckles were bloodied. Ryou, however, was much the worse for wear. Bruises littered his body, dark and painful. His lip was split and bleeding and one of his eyes was blackened. Blood shone in his white hair from a large gash in the back of his head and was also smeared across his cheek. His arm was very painful to move and as he tried, pain raced through his shoulder like fire. His father sneered as he released his hold on Ryou's hair and allowed the boy to slump against the wall and slide down to the floor where he lay curled on his side back in his protective ball.
The older male continued to sneer as he made his way to a small desk in the corner of the room. On the desk was a single picture of a beautifully pale, white haired woman holding two small children close to her. One of the children was a small boy with equally pale skin and white hair. His large brown eyes were filled with joy as he clasped the hand of an even smaller white haired girl. The faces in the picture were all smiling and laughing, unaware that they would soon be torn apart forever.
The father's face softened for a moment as he looked at the picture. Sadness filled his eyes as he gazed upon the faces of the older and younger females. Then his face hardened once again as he turned back to where his son was still curled upon the ground, the picture now clasped in his hands. He kicked the boy a final time in the side, ignoring the loud crack that sounded and the boy's pained gasp.
"You don't deserve to look at their faces," he told his son quietly as he left the room taking the picture with him.
Ryou lay on the ground and finally released the sobs he had been holding in. I hate this place. Why did Mum and Amane have to die? It's my fault…I should be dead.
The twelve year old child continued to release his broken sobs. He was alone. No one would save him from this torture of both mind and body. No one would save him…
He wasn't sure what the final straw was. Perhaps it was his father taking his only picture of his mother and sister. Perhaps he had just finally reached his limit of physical and verbal abuse. Whatever the reason, Ryou finally snapped.
He had had it with the beatings, he had had it with the hurtful words that hurt all the more because he knew they were true, and he had had it with being weak and taking it. He knew he still deserved punishment for his mother's and sister's deaths, but he would receive his punishment some other way than letting his father beat him till he died. His father would be happy once he was gone, this Ryou was certain of. Ryou stood, trying to ignore the pain of his body. He would leave this place.
He decided.
DB: How was it? I ended it sort of fast, sorry about that. I plan on updating as soon as I can.
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