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Welcome to Meifu Academy

Chapter 1: My Life

It was late at night as a teenage boy with soft sable colored hair and violet eyes walked along the sidewalk with his hands stuffed in his pockets. The ice cold wind cut across his face causing the bluish bruise on his left cheek to sting. Hunching his shoulders to keep the cold air out, he stood before the gaping maw of a dark alley. Pulling his hand out of his pocket, he held a small flask. Unscrewing the top, he raised it to his lips and took a long swig of the vodka he stole from his mother's supply. He couldn't understand why his life was such hell. The boy remembers when he was really young his mother would always hug him and tell him what a good boy he was. But now, the teenager sighed as he took another gulp of his drink until the flask was empty. Screwing the top back on he just stood there and let the burning liquid numb his entire being. What he was about to do next he did not want to feel anything. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward into the darkened alley. He put his flask back into his pocket because the teenager knew that he would be using it again. The brown hair teen wasn't stupid like his mother. Drugs were not his thing, but alcohol was a totally different thing. It calmed him whenever his mother had the jitters and she needed another fix. "I hate my life." He could hear music blasting in the distance and see a soft glow at the end of the alley. His steps slowed as he could hear laughter coming from the other end. He so did not want to be here but his mother demanded he get her 'medicine'. When he stepped into their small apartment, the woman attacked him, throwing him out and telling him not to come back until he brings her her special 'medicine.'

The teenager sighed and continued forward until he came to the end. 'I really do not want to be here.' Standing at the end of the alley were seven teenage boys sitting or standing around a barrel with a fire burning brightly in it. All seven of the boys were two or three years older than him. One of the boys saw him standing in the shadows and smiled. "Hey Shin, look who's come a-callin." Everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw the teenager.

"Well well, if it isn't little Asato," said Shin sitting on an old couch with one leg cocked over the armrest, smirking. The light from the fire made the red streaks in the boy's black hair seem as though it was on fire. He got up and walked over to the boy smiling. "It's been a long time. I thought I would never see my favorite little purple eye whore again." Beneath Shin's right eye was a scar that reached his cheekbone. "I was beginning to think your darling mother was getting her candy from some one else. I would hate for that to happen. Maki is my best costumer and her payment always makes me happy." He raised a hand and caressed the other's cheek.

The teen known as Asato cringed in disgust from the touch but said nothing as he clutched his hands into fists inside his coat pockets.

"What's the matter, Asato," said a yellow hair teen coming to stand behind Asato and squeezed the left cheek of the violet eye teen's ass. "Cat got your tongue. Well, there's no need to worry because in a minute I'm going to have it." The other boys burst out laughing.

"Zip it!" the scarred Shin snapped at the other boys. Then he turned his gaze back on Asato. "I've missed that sweet, wet, warm mouth of yours." Then the older teen turned and walked back to the couch. He sat down and stared at the violet eye teenager expectantly. "You know the routine. Get busy."

Asato swallowed the bile that was rising in his throat and slowly removed his coat letting it fall to the ground. Then he walked over to the seated teenager that was the leader of the gang. He knelt between the boy's legs and unzipped the other's blue jeans. Reaching his hand inside, Asato pulled out the thick pulsing flesh of the boy's cock. Asato stared in disgust as the hard flesh throbbed in his hand. He took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the head sucking gently. The teenage thug moaned in pleasure as Asato's tongue slithered up and down the throbbing flesh. Asato wanted to bite down hard and rip it from the creep's body but that was not a good idea. The last time he bit the gang leader's cock the older teen nearly beat him to death. So with great reluctance, he continued his gentle ministration.

"Get him ready," the scarred teen said to one of the others. Another gang member with a black spiky mohawk stepped forward and quickly removed Asato's pants. Wetting two of his fingers, he thrusts them into Asato's rear. The violet eye teen eyes widened in shock as he felt the digits penetrate his delicate entrance. He groaned in pain as tears leaked from his eyes.

"Whoa, boss," said the teenager. "He is so tight." Then he smiled smugly at Asato. "Guess mommy dearest didn't have time to properly prepare him for us."

"Is this true Asato," the teen clutched a handful of brown hair and yanked Asato's head back to look him in the eyes.

Asato cringed as the degrading smile on the other's face sent an icy chill down his back. "No," he said softly.

"Well, in that case, assume the position." He threw Asato on the ground and yanked his rear into the air. Then without any more preparation Shin thrust forward causing Asato to scream in terrible pain. "SHIT! Maybe we should tell mommy dear not to prepare you anymore." The boy dug his nails into Asato's waist. "Fuck! You're so tight." The teen began to thrust in and out without any consideration for the slender teen beneath him. Asato felt something wet trickle down his thighs. He knew he was bleeding. Even though he has been doing this since he was thirteen, Asato had hoped that he would not bleed anymore but he had learned a long time ago that hope is for suckers and dreamers, and Asato never considered himself to be either.

Then the spiky hair boy unzipped his pants and shoved his cock into Asato's mouth. "Now don't bit, whore. You wouldn't want to be laid up in bed for six months again, do you?" The boy shoved his cock down Asato's throat causing the younger teen to nearly gag.

His tears continued to fall like rain as for almost an hour and a half Asato had to suck off each boy and then had to keep kneeling there on the cold hard ground as each boy took turns fucking him raw. He felt so empty inside as his once vibrant violet orbs were now dull. Finally, his nightmare came to an end as all the boys stood around him and ejaculated over his bruised and battered body and in his face. Then the leader dropped a clear plastic bag of white powder beside his head. After putting away their flaccid cocks, they began to leave. "Tell your mother if she ever needs anything else she knows how to find me and what my payment will be." Then he turned and left the shattered shivering teen lying on the ground covered in cum.

xxxxxx

Asato didn't know how long he laid there staring into the darkness. It could have been hours or minutes but he really didn't care anymore but the cold was starting to get to him. It was time to head home. Slowly sitting up, he grimaced as a shooting pain went up his spin, and his rear was throbbing in pain also. He slowly reached for his clothes. He took the shirt and wiped the cum from his face and body. He wanted so much to cry. His life has been nothing but one long episode of pain and humiliation every since he reached the age of twelve. Suddenly he felt something cold and wet fall on his nose. Asato looked up and saw that it was snowing. Sighing heavily, he stared at the many bruises covering his body. 'Guess I should be getting home. Mother will be getting anxious.' He slowly gathered the rest of his clothes and put them on. He wanted so much to burn every stitch of clothing but he could not walk home in this cold weather naked. Not to mention he didn't have many clothes to wear anyway.

Picking up the bag of white powder, he limped out of the alley and slowly made his way home. Living in the slums of Shinjuku, he witnessed several muggings, rapes and break-ins but paid no heed to them. He realized at an early age that this city was ruled by gangs and drug lords, and you lived longer by pretending to be blind, deaf and mute.

He yawned slightly as he trudged through the snow. 'I can't wait to get home and out of this snow.' He might hate the place where he lived but at least they weren't on the streets. He stared at several homeless vagrants huddled against one of several burned down buildings.

Asato was brought out of his dreary thoughts by the sound of sirens as several ambulances and police cars zipped by him. He frowned as he saw the cars turned left. His apartment building was left and it was the only building that way. Suddenly Asato felt a hand clutched around his heart. Something was wrong. "Mother." He ran towards home. He watched as more cop cars passed him. Just as he turned the corner he stopped in his tracks and stared in utter horror. It was his apartment building and it was on fire. The fire trucks were already there as the firemen tried to put out the angry flames. For a second he could not move a muscle but when he heard a small child calling for his mother it snapped him out of his shock. Then he ran towards the burning inferno that was his home. First he checked the ambulances hoping that his mother was already rescued but his mother was not there. He checked every victim that the firefighters rescued but none was his mother.

"Asato!" He heard someone calling him. He turned to see the building manager. The short round man ran over to him. "I'm glad you were able to get out."

"I'm just getting home," said Asato frantic. "Have you seen my mother?"

"No, I've not seen her," said the man.

"Oh my God, she must be still inside." He was about to run to the building but the manager grabbed his arm stopping him.

"No, you can't. It's too dangerous. Let the firemen deal with it."

"No, she's . . . she's not . . . she hasn't . . . She hasn't had her medicine yet," the teen whispered to the building manager.

The building manager knew exactly what the boy meant. Maki hadn't taken her dose of drugs yet. The man felt sorry for Asato and he would never tell the boy this but . . . And he knew he shouldn't think this about another living soul, but he truly hoped Maki would die in the fire. Asato deserved to be with people who would take care of him. The boy was still a child after all. It didn't matter if he was sixteen. Asato has been working every since he was twelve. The boy was going to be old before his time. And it was not right. So, that's why with a determined heart, the building manager still tried to stop the teenager from going into the building. "Don't Asato. She is not worth it." He hate saying it but he had to try and save the boy.

"You re wrong. She is worth it. She . . . I know she hasn't been the best mother in the world but she did love me once upon a time." He smiled sadly at the manager. "And for that love, I have to get to her." He yanked his arm free, ran toward the building dodging several policemen and firemen that tried to stop him.

When he stepped into the building there was smoke in the lobby but it wasn't thick . . . yet. Asato guessed that the fire was still on the top levels. He raced upstairs. He was now on the fourth floor and the smoke was heavy. He coughed violently and threw up a little but he would not let that stop him. Finally he made it to the fifth floor. Remembering that in case of heavy smoke to get on your knees where there is clean air. Asato got down on his knees and crawled along the hall until he came to his and his mother's apartment. He reached up touching the knob. It was not hot but it was locked. He took a deep breath of clean air and stood up. He kicked the door in and ran into the apartment. Heavy, grey smoke assaulted him as the door burst opened. "Mother!" he yelled coughing and panting. Placing his arm over his nose and mouth, he began to quickly search the apartment but he could not find a trace of her in any of the rooms. unfortunately what he found in his room was his roof was consumed in flames. The fire was on the fifth floor now. He had to hurry and find his mother. Suddenly, he heard coughing and moaning coming from the closet in his mother's room. He ran back to her room, went to the tiny closet and yanked it opened. There he found his mother barely conscious in the closet. He grabbed her by the arms and tried to lift her. But the dazed woman's weight was too much for his slender frame to carry. He grabbed her by both her arms and began to drag her out. The smoke was suffocating and stung his eyes as Asato felt as though he would black out. But he could not. He had to get his mother out of danger. With great determination or maybe it was desperation the teen continued to drag his mother out of the burning apartment. Just as Asato had pulled his mother out the front door. The ceiling caved in and the room went up in flames.

By the time he got to the stairs, Asato could see that his mother was unconscious. The teen was never one to pray to God for help but he silently prayed with all his might that he would be strong enough to get his mother out of that inferno. Above him at the top levels he could see the flames devouring the old wooden structure. He made his way carefully and as quickly as he could with the dead weight of his mother down the stairs. Just as they were on the third floor a piece of burning debris tumbled down and fell across the unconscious woman's leg trapping her. "NO!" screamed Asato as tears fell from his eyes. He took his jacket off and tried to put the flames out. But his jacket just caught on fire. He tried to pull her from under the burning debris but due to his constant inhalation of the smoke and choking heat of the fire his vision began to dim until finally he blacked out. But before he fell into darkness he heard several voices in the background. Then there was only silence.

xxxxx

Asato finally awakened from his nightmare of fire and death to the sound of beeping. He slowly opened his eyes to stare up at a white ceiling. He tried to move but couldn't. Suddenly he began to choke and a loud alarm went blaring through the room from the machine. Asato franticly tried to rip his arms from the restraints to pull the tube from his mouth. He couldn't breathe. Just as he was able to break one arm free from the restraints, an elderly doctor had rushed into the room with a nurse behind him. The doctor quickly grabbed Asato's hand and stopped the boy from ripping out the tube. Then he quickly ordered the nurse to hold down the boy's flailing arm before he caused more damage to himself.

"Calm yourself, son," said the elderly doctor. He quickly grabbed a hypodermic needle and injected something into the IV drip. Slowly, Asato began to calm. "That's a good boy. Now, that you are conscious you no longer need to be fed oxygen."

Asato watched calmly as the graying hair doctor slowly and carefully removed the tub from his throat. The teenager felt the nurse release his arm. As he raised a hand to touch his dry throat, he stopped and noticed the bandages wrapped around his hand. He looked at the other hand and bandages were around it as well.

The doctor noticed the young boy looking at his bandaged hands. "You needn't worry. The burns to your hands weren't really that serious." The elderly doctor began to give Asato a thorough check up and found the boys lungs clear of any smoke. In fact, he found the boy to be healthier than most health enthusiasts.

"I'm glad you are finally awake," the elder doctor said smiling. He sat on beside Asato on the bed. "You had everyone scared. You have been in a coma for a little over a week."

He tried to say something but his throat was raw. "Wa-wa-ter," he rasped out.

The doctor quickly filled a glass with water and raised Asato's head to help him to drink. "Small sips."

Asato drank the entire glass of water and sighed in relief. "Mo-ther."

The doctor looked away sadly as he placed the glass on the table. As Asato took a good look at the elderly man, he realized that the doctor's hair was not turning white with old age but it was his natural coloring. A platinum blonde is what Asato thinks is what people are called who have white hair. And the doctor's eyes were a silver color also. 'What a strange man.' He stared at the nametag on the doctor's coat. 'Dr. K. Muraki.'

The doctor sighed and looked at the teen. "I'm sorry but there was nothing we could do. She was gone by the time she got here."

Asato turned his head to stare at the blank white wall. "You should rest so more and build up your strength. We will talk later on." The doctor gently patted him on the shoulder and stood up. Asato knows he should be crying. His mother is dead and he should be crying. But for some reason he just can't bring himself to cry. The only thing he feel is guilt. Why? Because in a way he is glad his mother is dead. Now, he doesn't have to sell himself to that gang to get his mother her weekly cocaine. Although he still needs to work in order to have someplace to stay and he was sure the store where he worked would not hold his job for him. It really didn't matter to Asato. He hated working there anyway. He had to let the owner touch him in order to get extra pay from the man. Hopefully, he could and would find himself something better. For now, he was free of his mother's addiction. She's dead and he was free. This is why he felt guilty. He was glad she was dead and he felt awful.

He was brought out of his depressing thoughts when he heard the doctor tell the nurse to call his family. What family? As far as he knew he had no other family but his mother. 'Maybe he's talking about someone from another case.' Asato sighed and drifted off to sleep.

xxxxx

When Asato opened his eyes again, he nearly jumped out of the bed if not for a pair of hands holding him down. He looked up to see a stern face looking man with black hair and wearing shades trying to calm him. The hard face male was very scary looking.

"See what you've done, Touda," shrieked a red hair woman pulling the dark hair man away. "Your stone face is scaring him."

The man just hmphed and turned away and went to stand in the corner.

Asato didn't know what to do. He was surrounded by several strange men, women and children. 'Does my mother owe money to all these people?' He whimpered in fear. 'How am I going to pay off the debts to all these people?'

"There's no need to be afraid of us." Said a gentle voice from the left side of the bed.

Asato turned to see who was speaking and his mouth dropped opened in shock. If he didn't know any better he would swear he was looking in the face of himself . . . only older. This stranger had the same color eyes and even his face was like his. But . . .

"Hello Asato," said the man smiling.

"How do you know my name?" he asked the smiling man hesitantly. He was getting uncomfortable from the constant stares of everyone in the room. "If you come here seeking money my mother owe you. I'm sorry but I don't have any money. I don't even have any money to properly bury her."

"We're not here for money, silly," said a small six year old girl with long black hair in a ponytail.

He stared at the group confused. "If my mother didn't owe you any money than who are you? And what do you want from me?

"Well, it's a long story but that doesn't matter. My name is Enma Tsuzuki. I am the Prime Minister of Japan. And . . . I am your father."

Asato looked at the man as though he was crazy. 'The Prime Minister is my father?' He stared at the man in confusion. 'I know mother told me that my father was someone in politics and that he was married, and that he abandoned us because he didn't want to jeopardize his career or his marriage. But the Prime Minister. Why didn't she ever tell me when I asked ?' Suddenly Asato began to feel the rage build up in him. He snorted. "Well well, what might a lowly boy such as myself do for the great Prime Minister of Japan?"

Everyone stared at the boy puzzled. "Son, is something wrong?"

Asato laughed cynically. "What could possible be wrong? I mean the Prime Minister is my father." He could feel his anger like blood pumping through his heart and throughout his body. His vibrant violet eyes seemed to turn black with anger the more he looked at the man. "How dare you come here?" The smile on his face became feral. "You know, diplomatic immunity will not work with me."

"Asato . . ."

"Don't you speak to me," snarled the teen. "Why are you here? Are you afraid that I might tell the world that I am your bastard son?" he said in a mockingly sweet tone. Everyone flinched at how much scorn the boy spoke when he referred to himself as a bastard. "Are you afraid that I will blackmail you into taking care of me or give me money not to let your dirty little secret out?" He snorted in disgust. "Wouldn't want the little wifey to know you have a bastard walking around, now would you." His angry violet eyes were shooting fire. "Well, you needn't worry. I wouldn't want anyone to know that you are my father. The very sight of you makes me sick to my stomach. If I could I would rip my face off and claw my eyes out so I would look nothing like you. As far as I am concern, I have no father, and you can go straight to hell."

After Asato's little rant the room was so quiet you could hear a roach fart. As they stared at the heaving teenager, the same thing was going through everyone's mind. What the fuck! "What the hell are you talking about," said the red hair woman confused. He turned to see the look of confusion on the faces of everyone. Well except for the one called Touda. He seemed to be very angry.

"Oh my poor baby," said a woman with brown hair. She dropped to her knees and threw her arms around Asato's waist and buried her tear stained face against his stomach. "What have Maki been telling you?"

Asato sat there rigid as the woman cried against him clutching him tightly. He frowned. "How do you know my mother?"

"Asato," said the Prime Minister sadly. "I don't know what that woman has been telling you all these years but they are lies. Maki . . . Maki Mitsushi was not your real mother."

Asato stared at the older version of himself in shock. 'Not my mother.' "That's not . . . possible."

Then the brown hair woman raised her head to stare into his blank violet orbs. "It's true. Maki was our housekeeper. She had lost her own child a week before you were born. She took the lost quite badly but afterwards she seemed to snap out of her tortured state. She became very attached to you. We should have known something was wrong but we just assumed it was her way of getting over the lost of her own child. It was a little over a month after we brought you home from the hospital. Your father and I had a diplomatic dinner to attend and your sister was staying over at some of her friends' house."

"Sister?" Asato stared at the woman with wide shocked eyes.

"Yes." She smiled at her teenaged son. "You have an older sister, Ruka."

"She would have been here but she had to take care of something. She will be here later on in the evening," said his father.

"Anyway, we left Maki with you," said his mother continuing her story. "When we returned home both you and Maki were gone. We have been searching for you all this time."

"It was so hard. It was like she disappeared from the face of the Earth," said Enma holding his son's free hand. "From what we've seen of her body, she dyed and cut her hair and wore a pair of colored contacts." The older man began to cry when he saw the scars across his son's wrist. 'My poor son, what had that woman done to you?' "It was thanks to the officers under my eldest brother, Soryuu that we finally found you."

Asato swallowed a dry lump in his throat. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest. He knows he shouldn't hope. Hope was for suckers and dreamers. And he was neither, right. Right? Enma had clutched his son's hand tight as he could see a tiny flicker of hope burning in the depths of his child's watery violet orbs.

"I don't . . . understand . . ." Asato pulled his hand out of his father's grasp and clutched at his bowed head as tears fell from his eyes. "I know she . . . she always told me my father . . . was some big wig but . . ." Then he looked up at the man that was his imagine. "I'll admit that we . . . we look alike but how can you be sure that I am your real son. If she took your son whose to say she didn't kidnap me from someone else. . . I might not be . . . It could be a . . . "Asato found he could not say it. He could not utter those heart breaking words that he may not be their son. That it may only be a coincidence that he and the Prime Minister look alike. And if that was true, then it means he will be alone once again. It would break his heart.

The red hair woman snorted. "You're the spitting imagine of little Enma when he was your age. And if that does not convince you, while you were in that coma they did a blood test to make sure and the results were positive. You are our little nephew that was stolen away from us sixteen years ago."

Asato sat there in shock. He could feel his world crumbling around him. A lie. His entire life was nothing but a lie. He looked from the man to the woman, who are suppose to be his real parents. Maki wasn't his mother. Suddenly it all began to make sense. After he started to get older, she had stopped holding and stopped telling him she loved him. She would always scream at him and blame him for things that were not his fault. Then he began to laugh. At first, it was just a soft chuckle and then it moved to a loud boisterous sound and finally it became maniacal as tears poured from his violet orbs. All those years of heartache, sorry, humiliation, suicide attempts and beatings he took for the sake of his 'mother'. Everything he did was his way of trying to gain back the love he had lost from her. And now he finds out that the woman he spent his entire life with was not his mother. 'All this time. I worked my fingers to the bone, working long hours, quitting school, even becoming a whore, not for my mother but for a stranger, the hired help.' His laughter became painful for everyone to hear. Even the stoned face Touda cringed at the sound of the boy's hysterical laughter. "I always knew life was a bitch. But I didn't know she was a cruel fucking bitch." Enma stood up and pulled his son into a tight hug and let the boy cry out all his sorrow.