Hi there! So... this story might take a while to complete and update b/c I'm still working on the plot and the characters and what not. But let me warn you... This story is way outside my writing comfort zone. I figured if I wanted to improve, might as well not sugar-coat things. My friends always told me I'm too innocent for the world of writing :P but I don't mind! So, with that being said... I suggest those "under the age of 17" take note on whether or not you can handle it in the future. Cool? This first chapter will barely have any, but in future chapters, definitely. So while this story may seem confusing... that's b/c it is. Anyway, I'll stop rambling on for now, I hope you like it. Love and all, AIR

Syusuke bit down on the rag and pulled on the ropes above his head around his wrist harder as he felt the tip of the belt snap against his skin. 7…8…9… it continued for what felt like hours. Blood stained the belt as well as the pale skin. New marks joined the old ones as each strike became stronger than the last. Fuji's pained voice shot through the empty air as the man pressed the lit part of a cigarette on one of the open gashes.

Then, Fuji suddenly collapsed against the cold ground and yanked to sit on a metal chair. He knew what was going to happen next, and it was going to be hell. Syusuke hated this punishment. How was it his fault he couldn't swallow any sort of food? The man strapped the thin pale wrists to the armrest of the chair. Blue eyes widened as a tube scraped against the back of his throat and nearly choked Syusuke. Tears streamed down his face as the tube finally reached his stomach. The man poured a bowl of liquid down the tube and waited for some time until the child's stomach absorbed the concoction. Then, slowly, he pulled out the tube. The moment the plastic left his mouth, he coughed up blood and whatever it was the man forced him to drink. Large hands grabbed his shoulder and forced him down on the cold ground again.

He heard the footsteps fade and the lights dimmed until it became pitch black and lost consciousness.

Fuji woke up to a familiar soft touch. Yumiko. He opened his eyes and saw his sister kneeling down, hands running through the brown hair.

"Syusuke?" She softly said. "I have some water for you, are you thirsty?"

The boy could barely shake his head. "You need to leave, nee-chan." Talking hurt more than he thought. The tube scraped part of his throat, making speech nearly unbearable. "He might punish you, too."

Yumiko sat back and let her brother's physical condition sink in. She could see his ribcage no problem, scars and gashes all over his torso and back, cuts and bruises on his face, and dried blood near his nose and mouth.

"Nee-chan?" Fuji's broken voice snapped her out of the daze.

"Hmm?"

"How much… longer? I don't want to suffer anymore. If he hates me, why doesn't he just kill me?"

Yumiko's eyes gleamed sadly as she leaned down and buried her face in her brother's hair. "It'll only be for a little while. I promise." The tone of his sister's voice calmed Fuji down just enough to comfort him.

"Yumiko." The voice of the devil echoed through the confined space. "You didn't feed him, did you?"

The young lady turned around to see her father standing on the top step holding a clear plastic cup filled with transparent liquid. She shook her head. "No. He didn't want to eat or drink anything."

Fuji could see the fear in his sister's eyes. She needed to escape. He knew whatever was in that cup was for him to drink. "Nee-chan… Please go." Soft hands tightened around his as the man stepped down, one stair at a time. Fuji could feel his sister's hands shaking as her father stood face to face with her.

"Step away, Yumiko, before I punish you, too." Yumiko tried to match the man's glare, but she should've known an angel wasn't on par with a devil. Once Yumiko moved aside, the man set down the cup next to Fuji's face. "Drink it. If not, I'll force it in you."

Just the thought of having the tube down his throat motivated Fuji to sit up and swallow the entire cup of liquid down. Little did he know he just drank eight ounces of sodium hypochlorite diluted in a small percentage of water. Fuji's blue eyes widened at the chemical burned his mouth and throat. He coughed out the small amounts he didn't swallow, gagging as the substance traveled down his esophagus, intensifying the pain he already felt in the back of his throat. It felt like someone lit a match inside of him and refused to blow it out.

"Father what did you give him?" She yelled, kneeling beside Fuji, and receiving no answer. Tears streamed down Yumiko's face as she watched her brother writhe in pain.

She knew she wouldn't be able to help him. Fuji was born immune to any sort of magic. It was a gift as well as a curse. He repelled even healing spells and incantations. It didn't matter if he was born to two powerful mages, didn't matter if he inherited the blood of the two most powerful families of mages, he couldn't produce any sort of magic. Instead, he was born resistant sorcery and any sort of enchantments.

"Lets go." The man grabbed Yumiko by the shoulder and led her up the stairs.

Ten Years Ago:

"You want to know why your eldest son hasn't been able to produce any sign of magic?"

The man nodded. "Yes, sir. He's already eight years old. Yumiko began to form some sort of light when she was seven. The Fuji family is famous for producing highly skilled mages. I don't understand why my son is an exception?"

The older figure sat down, an empty look in his eyes. "To be honest with you, Syusuke has caught my attention as well."

"Sir?"

"Have you not noticed it? Yoshiko seems oddly protective of him, like she's trying to hide something. I asked the medical team if they can run a blood test a month ago."

"And?"

"We found something interesting. Syusuke has no trace of magic in his blood. Instead, he has matching chromosomes from someone in the Tezuka family."

The man leaned back in confusion. "What? What are getting at?'

"Yoshiko committed adultery. And the result? Syusuke. Meaning, that boy isn't your son. He's the son of our enemy."

Confused? I could hardly blame you for that. It'll start making more sense in the future. And yes this is only the beginning so the real fun starts in the first full chapter. Call this a sneak peek. I hope you guys don't mind POT pairings in the future either. To help you better understand it, my brother made a perfect formula for the plot of this story:

2 cups of Flowers in the Attic + 1 Tablespoon of Romeo and Juliet + a dash of Harry Potter (or Fate stay night (just any show or movie with a hint of magic in it) = this story

So yeah... there you go. BTW, if you don't know what Flowers in the Attic is, search it up. it's odd but it's so good!