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Please consider the following warnings before progressing:

This story follows the song 'Howard's Tale' by Sick Puppies and makes reference to CHILD MOLESTATION and RAPE. These are horrific and terrible things which destroy the lives of many people. If you have experienced something similar, please DO NOT read on as this story may trigger a negative emotional response in you.

This story is NOT graphic and does NOT contain explicit descriptions of the acts themselves but DOES make reference to them and DOES focus on the feelings and emotions produced as a result.

Please do not take offence from this story. I wrote this as a means to describe the lives of abused children, not out of pleasure. If you do take offence from anything mentioned, please PM me to let me know and I will address the problem.

If you are aware of the warnings then please do read on and let me know what you think via reviews.

Age Five

Age five, just a little boy shy.

Is he ready for the big surprise?

Kiba Inuzuka was a sweet child- always smiling. He never had any reason not to have that innocent grin on his olive-skinned face. Like all children his age, he was naïve and blind to certain things in the world, including things which would later affect him.

Family was always the most important thing in the Inuzuka household. One was expected to always help and protect their family- no matter what. But in the end it was that very moral, so deeply instilled in the sweet boy, which would destroy his entire world. Children always see things as black and white. They simply don't understand the grey areas at all. That's why it's so easy to take advantage of them….

Kiba would always look at his family with love and joy. His older sister, though annoying and irritating, would always help him with homework and sing to him at night. His mother would always look after him and provide for all of his basic needs and make everything that much better. His father was a little more complex than that though. Kiba yearned for the man's attention and praise. The pats on the head, the small smiles and the verbal praises all brought the young boy such happiness that he went out of his way to receive them. His dad was often busy with work and had little time for him, but that only inspired Kiba to work harder. Having just started school, he always did his best to excel in everything…just for that love.

But there was more to his father than he ever knew. The man was always tired and stressed as a result of a hectic work schedule, desperately trying to provide for his family. In front of the children, he would put on a fatherly face and hide his troubles…for their sake. The Inuzuka children were such sensitive kids after all…especially Kiba. However, behind closed doors, it all got too much for him. His wife was the only one who endured the effects of the man's problems and the strain it put on their relationship was poisonous. Constant hushed arguments during the night, glares and scowls across the breakfast table and the every-so-often act of passive aggression. The couple came to hate one another. But Inuzukas were strong and they endured. Divorce and separation weren't options open to the two of them. They knew they would have to stick it out for the sake of their family. Of course, no matter how much they endured…the poison soon spread…

He'll be playing Lego in a dream

When the shadows come to life.

Another of their whispered disputes drove the father out of the bedroom that night. He couldn't stand to be around his wife any longer, so he planned to walk off his frustration. But something called him to his son's room. He decided to check on the boy- to make sure he was still sleeping soundly.

As he smiled down at Kiba's sleeping form with a fatherly smile, the man gently petted the boy's wild brown hair with such love and affection it irked him. Deep down he knew what he was thinking, but he tried to repress it. He couldn't ignore the fact that, for so long, he had neither touched another or been touched in return. His wife wouldn't even allow their bodies to accidentally brush during sleep, let alone show that intimacy he once loved.

But Kiba was here.

And that's how it happened.

As the boy slept on, dreams of Lego blocks filling his innocent mind, his father touched him gently…intimately. All he did was touch, nothing more. But that one night of touch would spark a dangerous blaze. Once his fingers had traced over that beautiful, delicate skin and explored such a young and perfect body…he knew he would never be able to resist again. He knew he'd want more. Maybe it would be a while...but one day he wouldn't be able to resist the gorgeous form of his son.

Age Nine

Age nine and he should've been fine

With a secret he's sure to keep.

Kiba would never tell.

He knew it made him uncomfortable and it hurt…but he loved his dad. Family was everything and an Inuzuka must always protect his family. His father had warned him that it had to be a secret, otherwise they'd both be in trouble. The boy got into trouble often and that was okay, but he didn't want to endanger his dad. Besides…his dad was so nice to him like this. The affection and love he showed was so much more than those pats on the head or those small smiles. Kiba felt so special.

"You're my special boy, Kiba." His dad would tell him with a smile. "And you know how to make daddy feel good, right?"

Of course he knew.

There were several ways and Kiba was an expert at them all. At age nine he could please his father miles more than his mother ever could. He often wondered why mom didn't want to make his dad happy. But if she couldn't then what choice did Kiba have?

It was their little secret…always…

But something about it troubled Kiba. He didn't like what his dad did to him or the way it made him feel. He liked the praise and the affection but it all made him feel dirty and disgusting. If it was a secret, did that mean it was wrong? Should he be touching his dad there? Should his dad be touching him? It didn't seem right. It didn't feel right.

Those thoughts would trouble him on a daily basis, while the other kids ran around laughing at school, he'd wonder about his dad. Why did he do it?

Two times, had to tell a little lie

For the sake of him and me.

The first time he actually lied about it all was at school. Up until then he didn't lie, just didn't mention it. But, as the class of children received a lesson on good touches, bad touches, stranger danger and what to do if someone makes you feel uncomfortable, Kiba couldn't avoid it. Every word struck into his little heart like a demonic dagger. He sat still and listened in silent torment as he learned the basics of what his father was doing to him…and the fact it was wrong. Before Kiba had only had some lingering doubts…but now he knew. His dad was a bad person, doing bad things to him.

After the lesson the other children left, but he stayed behind. He felt like crying and screaming, but he couldn't. His heart wasn't working anymore. It wouldn't let him feel properly. His teacher stared at him curiously for a moment before talking, but Kiba couldn't hear him well. The moment the young boy made eye contact however, he knew this was all a terrible mistake.

"Kiba, is there something you want to tell me?" His teacher asked in a soothing and comforting tone, kneeling down to the boy's height. That caring tone almost did it…it almost made the boy tell his little secret. But Inuzukas didn't do that! They weren't weak! No matter what kind of person his dad was or the terrible things he was doing, an Inuzuka always protects their family!

"No, Mr Umino." The boy murmured, forcing a fake smile onto his face. It wouldn't be the last time he smiled without meaning. In fact, if anything, that day marked the last day Kiba Inuzuka smiled a genuine smile. With tensions still in the air, he ran out of the classroom.

It turned out Kiba hadn't lied well enough. Mr Umino had phoned his parents to 'express concerns' as he put it and the two of them were mortified. The boy watched from his seat as they paced around the kitchen with worried expressions on their faces. At that moment, Kiba became an expert at something other than pleasing his father- reading people. His mom's expression was one of genuine worry and concern for her son…but his dad's was something else. Selfish fear and panic. That was all. He didn't react like a parent, just a foul man who knew he was doing evil.

"Kiba, you can tell us anything. You know that, right?"

"Yeah." The boy mumbled, staring into his mom's loving face.

"We won't be mad." She said, glancing at her husband. His selfish expression deepened, but he nodded nonetheless. "Has anyone…done anything to you?"

'YES!' His mind screamed.

"Nope. I dunno what you mean, mommy." He lied, for the second time, with an innocent smile on his face- fake, of course.

But again, he hadn't lied well enough.

That night, for the first time, the Inuzuka children heard their parent's daily argument. No more hushed voices and whispers, but screams and shouts. An argument which ended with him storming out of the bedroom again. Kiba watched from the doorway of his own room as his dad stomped down the hallway. He half-expected the usual routine to occur, but instead his father just looked at him coldly and uttered a single word. A word which Kiba wouldn't come to understand until much later in his life.

"Slut!"

And, with that, his father was gone.

Forever.

For the first time, the Inuzuka family was broken.

And Kiba would never be abused by that man again…or so he thought…

Now it's over.

I need closure.

The torment still lingered on. He tried approaching his friends, his teacher and his sister.

But, in the end, there was only one person Kiba could bring himself to talk to.

I waited for mom to comfort me.

But when I opened my mouth…

"Don't say nothing, shh"

His mom merely echoed the words of his dad. She told him it was a secret and that he must never EVER mention it again. She showed no comfort or love toward her son, merely demanded he stay silent. She never loved him again after that. No more smiles, hugs or kisses. She just looked at him with bitterness and hurt. She even told him once that he looked like his dad. Boy, did that comment hurt. There was a time when he would have loved to hear such a thing said…but not anymore.

Kiba Inuzuka was broken.

He was abnormal.

A freak.

A monster.

That's what he believed.

At age nine, the boy ceased to exist. His father was no longer acknowledging him and praising him with muffled moans and kisses in the night, his mother was no longer caring or kind to him, his sister went on to blame him for their dad's departure (not truly knowing the truth) and no one else could even begin to possibly understand.

It was hell.

A/N: Not my usual kind of work. This is the first dark thing I have written and I would like to know your responses to it so please review.

This story will cover the entire song and so more chapters will be on their way.

This first chapter covered the first verse and chorus. If you don't want to know what will happen and want it to remain a surprise, then I suggest you do not listen to the song until after the story. If you listen to the song, you'll pretty much know the plot.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think.