Hey everyone, first let me say that this fic is rated M for a reason so if any of that bothers you, then hit the back button now because this contains a great deal of adult themes. Let's just say Miaka really gets around in this one, but it's worth the read! I did a fic similar to this but this one is MUCH better, check it out, R&R!! But please be kind, this is the first truly graphic adult themed story I've written!
Miaka's hands trembled on the desk as she waited for the man behind her to finish. Her body lightly bounced forward against the desk from the force of his thrusting. At long last he gave a deep groan and half collapsed against her back, spending himself inside her.
"Thank God for condoms." Miaka thought as he finally separated himself from her.
"That was excellent, as always Ms. Yuki. I can assure you, you no longer have to worry about your grade."
"Whatever."
Miaka watched him leave the classroom as she cleaned herself up before leaving and heading for home herself. The walk home was a lonely one as usual. She remembered when she used to share the long walk home from school with Yui. Thinking of her friend made her think of what the next day's talk of her would be, and she didn't care. She knew why she was like this. Why she dressed so conservatively and acted like a whore. She missed those days when she would laugh with Yui as they walked home together but that was before things had changed, before she changed. Before Kiesuke changed. It was his fault she was like this in the first place. It was his fault she had tried to kill herself, his fault that she carried these awful scars, both physical and emotional.
She couldn't quite remember the exact time it started happening, just that one day Kiesuke had suddenly begun to change, he got mean, cruel. It started out with verbal abuse, the name calling and swearing. When he got bored with verbally degrading her, he moved up to physical abuse. He'd suddenly begun beating her whenever it suited him. The littlest thing would send him into a frenzy and she would be the one left battered and bleeding on the floor. He seemed to enjoy the physical and emotional pain inflicted while he beat and degraded her with his words and fists. She had completely given up on begging him to stop hitting her. It only seemed to make him madder, and the wounds inflicted on her got worse. Pretty soon she was lying to everyone to cover up the true reason behind her injuries, and eventually Kiesuke got better at making the injuries he inflicted less obvious. Then one night, he committed the ultimate crime against his little sister.
After nearly an hour long beating, Miaka had changed clothes and climbed into bed, exhausted and aching from the damage she had taken. That's when she heard it. The gentle click of her bedroom door being opened and closed, followed by the sound of the lock. Her heart was hammering in her chest, sheer terror gripping her as she pretended to be asleep. She didn't need to look, or even hear the sound of his voice for her to know that it was Kiesuke who had entered her bedroom. She could feel a heavy weight as the bed shifted and he sat down.
"Miaka… Miaka, are you awake? I need to talk to you."
For a moment she thought about still pretending to sleep, but there was a very good chance that he would just get mad and hit her again. She took what she thought was the lesser of two evils and sat up in bed.
"What do you want Kiesuke?"
"Miaka, I….I wanted to….Miaka I'm so sorry…," he started, tears springing to life in his eyes, "I've been such a bastard to you. I'm so sorry Miaka; I never should hit you like I have. Please forgive me, please."
Miaka stared open mouthed at her older brother, his tears falling in earnest. Was he truly sorry for hitting her? For all of it? Miaka wrapped her arms around her crying brother, wanting to comfort him, wanting desperately to believe that he was truly sorry for the way he had been treating her.
"Kiesuke, it's alright. It's alright, I forgive you. Please don't cry Kiesuke, it's alright."
"You don't hate me?"
"Of course not. We're family; we're not supposed to hate each other."
But even in the dark Miaka realized that something was off, something about the unnerving way Kiesuke seemed to be staring at her. Sometime during their conversation Kiesuke had begun to slide his hands up and down Miaka's arms. Suddenly he leaned in and kissed her. Miaka pushed him away and slapped him in the face.
"Kiesuke, what is wrong with you?" She demanded jumping out of bed, "You need to get out of my room."
Miaka headed for the door when Kiesuke's arms wrapped around her from behind, dragging her back toward the bed.
"Let go of me! Kiesuke! Stop it!" Miaka screamed trying to free herself of her brother's grip.
"How can I? You have me hypnotized with how beautiful you've become," Kiesuke whispered, his breath hot on her neck, " I can't hold myself back anymore, Miaka. I have to have you. I know you want it. It's okay to admit you want this."
"You're crazy! Now let me go!!"
Kiesuke turned Miaka in his arms and pulled her tightly against him so she could feel his growing erection pressing into her. Miaka's eyes went wide with horror as she realized what he was planning. This could not be happening! This was a nightmare. Any minute she would wake up and Kiesuke would be himself again, not this abusive bastard that had snuck into her bedroom. He turned her back around so that her backside rubbed against him, making him hard as a rock. Kiesuke's hand slid down the front of Miaka's tank top cupping her bare breast in his hand, squeezing and massaging. Miaka screamed, struggling against Kiesuke but it only resulted in turning him on more than before. He nipped at her neck where it met with her shoulder.
"It's alright Miaka, just admit you want it. Just admit it and I won't have to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you , you know that. Just admit you want this too. I know you do," Kiesuke whispered.
Miaka struggled against his vice like grip, kicking and screaming, trying to get free. Tears poured from her eyes in rivers. Kiesuke's hand slid down over her abdomen, his fingers brushing across her skin, before sliding down the front of her shorts, cupping her in his hand. Miaka screamed one long ragged scream after another.
"Kiesuke stop this! You can't do this! This isn't right! Stop it!!"
"Shut up! Just shut up!"
Kiesuke threw her to the bed and climbed on top of her, pinning her beneath his weight. He ripped away her clothing and pried her legs apart harshly, leaving bruises beneath his fingers. Miaka screamed again. Kiesuke's hand clamped over her mouth, quieting her screams. There was nothing gentle about what he did next. Miaka screamed with rage and pain when Kiesuke entered, his rough thrusts bruising with the motion. It seemed to go on forever, that constant pistoning motion that felt as though it were ripping her apart from the inside out.
Kiesuke groaned with pleasure, lost in his own lust, thrusting mercilessly in out of Miaka's tight body.
"See? I knew you wanted this too. I knew you wanted it," Kiesuke gasped.
Miaka could only cry in response her voice long since exhausted from her screams. Kiesuke let out one last moan of pleasure before stiffening above her. Miaka could feel the hot fluid spilling inside her, knowing there was nothing she could do about it. Kiesuke collapsed next to her on the bed.
"I knew you would like it. Now just remember Miaka…not a word, to anyone. This is our secret."
She didn't know when he had left, she wasn't conscious enough to know. Unable to stand the pain she curled up into a ball and sobbed deep, soul tearing sobs or rage and pain. Walking into her bathroom Miaka didn't even recognize herself. Her body was covered in bruises, and warm liquid was seeping out of her, along with her virgin blood, and in that moment, she wanted to die. Miaka turned the shower on as hot as it would go, got in, and cried, the sounds of the water drowning out her sobs. No matter how hard she scrubbed her skin, she just wouldn't come clean. Would she ever be clean again?
She prayed that it was the last of Kiesuke's abuse, but it wasn't meant to be. Kiesuke had taken to beating and raping her every opportunity he got. He even did it while their mother was home. How no one could have figured out what was happening she'd never know.
Late one afternoon, after Kiesuke had left her to her tears, she finally decided she couldn't take it anymore. She took a razor from her bathroom, and sat on her bed with it. This would be it, she would be free, free from the pain, the humiliation. Free from this world that had delivered her over to torture and pain. Free from the one who caused it. By the time they found her, she had already lost a lot of blood. Miaka's bed was soaked with it and she bled her life away through the cuts on her wrists. Kiesuke had left her alone after that. He never tried to visit her room again, and the verbal and physical abuse had stopped. No one asked her why she did it. No one even brought it up. It was like the dark family secret that everyone brushed under the table with the dust mites. Since that horrible first night that her own brother had raped her, Miaka ceased to care about herself and her body. She slept with almost anyone who wanted her, even if it meant that it was another rape. She no longer cared. To her, the person known as Miaka Yuki, died that night in her bedroom.
As Miaka moved along the crowded streets, her feet did not lead her home, but instead she found herself outside of the national library. What did it matter? It was a place to hide, at least for a little while. Some of her classmates were inside. She heard their whispers, and snickering laughter as she went by. To hell with them, what did they know? They had no idea how many years of rape and abuse she had suffered. Suddenly Miaka found herself outside the important documents and reference room. Two of her classmates were coming up the stairs behind her. She could hear them giggling as they approached. Quickly Miaka ducked into the room and hid between a set of shelves. Tired, depressed, and angry, Miaka slid to the floor, resting her head on her knees, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. She raised her head at the loud thump as a book fell from the shelf next to her.
Miaka picked up the book from the floor, and traced the title of the old book with her fingers. The moment she opened the first page, a dazzling red light encircled her a sucked her down into the book. Suddenly she was floating free, and weightless. For a brief moment she thought she was dead, that her heart could no longer handle all the pain, and it had just given out. That was before the ground came rushing up to meet her……
So what did you guys think? This is my first story like this so please be kind!! If you liked it, there is more to come!!