Author: the first of a group of stories going by the alphabet, excluding X because I'm a failure at life and couldn't find any title I liked for it. These stories will not only be Death Note but also Bleach and Kuroshitsuji. Thank you for reading and don't forget to review, if I get enough reviews I'll update sooner I promise.
The Abused and the Abducted.
Zangetsu sat in his office, elbows braced on the surface of his desk with his hands clasped in front of him, waiting. A moment later his assistant walked in, dragging behind him another. Zangetsu watched as the person fell to the ground the moment he was released, unable to stand on his own. Weak, all of him was weak. No fire, no spark, just submission and weakness. He did not deserve the title son. The man stood, the black robe he wore with his jeans was a light fabric, shredded and torn at the bottom, blowing to the side in even the merest hint of a breeze. It trailed behind him as he walked forward, stopping at the heap of body on the floor.
"Can you not even stand on your own now? Pathetic! Stand. Now." He glared at the boy in disgust, spitting the words at him. Seventeen years old and weaker than a child, at least in Zangetsu's opinion. He watched the boy brace his hand to the ground so he could hoist himself first to his knees, stopping a second before getting unsteadily to his feet. The man glared at him in disgust for the obvious effort it took, forgetting the fact the boy had not eaten in three to four days and was either bruised, cut, or sore over most of his body. Ignoring the fact he had not been allowed a moment of sleep in four days. "You will clean yourself up, then eat and rest. We have a… guest coming in a few days and I will not have you disgrace me! Got it, Shirosaki?" Zangetsu growled at the teen before him, weak without reason. At six foot two inches the only weight he had on him was muscle, bone, and vital internal organs. He managed to weigh a good hundred and seventy pounds of pure muscle (he was not fed enough to be fat in any way). With broad shoulders, toned but sleek arms and chiseled abs, he was stunning. A good fighter's body. 'He is just too weak for the body he was given.' Zangetsu thought.
'Just like his whore of a mother.' She had attempted to take Shiro, who was four at the time, and run away from him, the one who had loved her! When that didn't work, the bitch had hung herself.
Getting angry at the thoughts he was lead to Zangetsu did what he always did to relieve his anger. He backed up a step and threw a kick to the side of the albino boy's stomach, causing him to crash to the ground, gasping for air and clutching the point of impact in pain. He was unable to do more than cringe on the ground as another kick landed on his back, to the left of his backbone. He stayed still a moment before getting back up again, this time with even more difficulty, turning to his 'father' and bowing slightly.
"Yes, father." He responded before turning and walking away, to bath and mend his wounds as he was ordered.
Author: Sorry for the shortness, but hey its not done the chapters will get longer when I have more time to write what is in my head.
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