Disclaimer: i do not own Man, if i did, i wouldn't be writing this would i?
Warnings: child abuse, rape, possible yaoi situations, swearing, and all around weirdness concerning Mugen...and when I say weirdness I mean really really strange...
this will probably hold spoilers up to chapter 187, just to warn you
Chapter 1
Before he even opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was the cold metal biting into his skin.
There were shackles, harsh and cold gripping his wrists and ankles so tightly his hands and feet were becoming numb from the lack of circulation. It hurt to, but what did that matter? The pain never mattered, in fact, it only let him know that he was still alive. That he still had a chance to find that person.
The shackles were held up by thick, powerful chains that he knew from past experiences were attatched to the wall. The leashes were short, the cuffs holding his tender wrists held up high above his head, his arms stretched taught, giving absolutely no slack, therefore rendering his otherwise powerful arms useless. The same was held for his legs. He was standing on his feet, the entire foot pressed flat into the ground, each limb spread as far apart as they could go, making the muscles in his upper thighs ache. There was no leeway for his ankles either, the chains allowing his foot to move only an inch away from the stone wall.
The cold was biting, freezing and painful, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. And apparently whatever he did wrong was bad enough for his creator to use the spiked shackles. Each manacle surrounding the fragile and thin joints were lined with needle thin spines, sharp enough to cut through bone, muscle and flesh as easily as if the afforementioned body parts were nothing but a piece of butter or paper. There were ten needles on each shackle, each of them rusted over but still just as sharp as his beloved Mugen. And all forty spines were pressed a good inch into his body, making blood ooze and slide down his pale, pale arms.
It hurt, especially when he tugged against them but that was alright. The pain kept him grounded. Kept the twelve year old in reality, instead of the wild, unreal world in his head.
He prefered the world in his head. After all, his innocence was a being of illusions, things that warp time and space and mentality, all to make the victim happy or sad.
Yes, his world was so much better than this hell hole he was thrust into.
The exorcist was naked, stripped of every article of clothing and yet the preteen didn't even care. His pride, his dignity, the things that meant the most to him were still intact. So he was fine, perfectly and utterly fine.
At the moment he couldn't see a thing, there was a cloth over his eyes making it so his vision was completely impaired. He knew what the room he was placed in looked like though, this wasn't the first time Kanda Yuu had been punished.
The room was constructred into a circular formation. The only opening was the only exit, a heavy metallic door held between cold stones. The room was of a medium size and held underneath the headquarters building. Fuck it was farther down than Hevlaska's chambers were, hence why the air was only freezing, with no hope for a reprieve. There was a large table made of complete metal with metal shackles that were stained with blood and there was an entire cabinet, the size of a full grown adult male, filled with...toys.
Snorting to himself the child corrected himself. More like torture devices, tools of doom. There were sex toys of every kind inside that cabinet, and quite a few of the things weren't even meant for such activities.
It didn't stop his creator though.
Some would stare at him disdainfully if he was to ever tell someone just what their supervisor was able to do. What he always did and what he liked to do. Supervisor Rouvelier was the last man people thought of when they thought of sex.
Kinky sex.
Gay sex.
Pedophilia.
It was the last thing anyone would ever think of, so if he was to try and ask for help, no one would believe him. So there was no point in doing anything like that. Especially when it would only make the bastard believe he had won.
He may be a child, but he was created to be a prideful creature, so his pride came first, before his wellbeing. It always would.
But contrary to popular believe the old man was very into that sort of thing, just like priests in churches in other parts of the world, he went against his religion and went after boy children.
Kanda's upper lip curled in disgust. Catholics, a bunch of bull shit hypocrites. Rouvelier made it seem like he was some kind of messiah, but he was contradicting his own beliefs by doing what he did to Yuu. That's why the child never bothered to believe in their shit. He was created to fight. To obey. Not to believe in things.
The expirement's sensitive hearing picked up on soft footsteps on the other side of the door before the metal plane was screeching against the stone walls and floor.
The door was quickly shut and he could pick up on his tormentors sigh as if it was right in his ear. "Kanda, Kanda? Why do you always end up in this situation?"
"Because you're a sadistic bastard...sir."
"Heh, good guess, but wrong." Rouvelier's body moved closer to his own entrapped one, the much larger body shadowing his. "You're here because, once again, you disobeyed me."
Kanda's lips thinned.
"Why did you hide Lenalee Lee from my scientists? You know that we're only looking for ways that would work best in helping her synchronize better with her innocence."
Hand's fisting above his head Kanda growled. "You aren't helping her! You're only making things worse for her! And why shouldn't I help her out huh? Wasn't I created to save humanity? To protect it? Isn't that why you made me?"
The supervisor's hand met his cheek in harsh contact, sending his head to the side. He didn't even react. "Don't get ahead of yourself boy! Just because you're better than the other exorcists does not make you better than me." Rouvelier's voice was smothered in angry growls, and Kanda could only chuckle. It seemed old ulgy was getting upset. If he was lucky he would get frustrated enough to just leave instead of doing his usual treatment whenever he misbehaved. "Besides, you were created to protect myself and the head ups of Central."
Yuu turned his head back to face his captor, scowling as he thought on what he did for Lenalee. The little Chinese girl had seemed to grow rather fond of him, for some reason missing the monster that lurked directly beneath the skin. She continued to come to him whenever the supervisor showed his face and she would stick with him, staying near him at all times until her biological brother came to protect her.
Lately though he's been getting more and more disgusted with Rouvelier's little expierements with the girl and decided to stash her in his room whenever the bastard stated it was time for another session. After all who in their right minds would enter Kanda's room. So she was safe for awhile. Until today.
A scientist had found her in there when his broken door had opened a crack and a couple more bastards joined the first one, entering his room without permission with their hands out and waring wary expressions. They were treating Kanda as if he was some wild animal that you didn't want to startle. Just becuase he was small for his age didn't mean he couldn't kick ass if he wanted to. Despite their cautious moves, which only proved to amuse the Japanese expierement, the boy knocked them out with little to know problem. Rouvelier found his way to his room, saw the mess and things went black.
When he came to he was tied up in his 'favorite' little devices.
"Lenalee...where is Lenalee? What did you do with her?"
He could hear his 'fathers' quick hiss of breath at the question and for a minute he feared the worst. "We let her off the hook actually. But what is this...?! I thought we took those worthless emotions out of you when we finished the procedure."
Who knows you stuck up bitch, there's a very good possiblity that you screwed it all up. Maybe I am just another human after all?
"Does it really matter?"
"Yes, it does! You are not meant to protect others! You shouldn't have the want, the desire or anything to do such a thing for a being in this place!"
"Who knows maybe you failed?" Kanda's eyelids lowered a little until he was staring up at the older man with an unnerving stare. Sort of like a cat taunting it's prey, never letting the mouse know when the next strike would be given, whether that strike would be lethal or not. Rouvelier was acting like a frightened mouse as well so it only made a small sadistic grin to appear on the boys face. Yes, he was still blind folded, but his high senses were easily able to pick up on the fact that Rouvelier knew the kind of look he was giving him by the fastly beating heart and sudden smell of sweat. "Or maybe I just want to protect her to piss you the hell off."
The man snarled down at him and suddenly moved away. Kanda listened, with his head cocked to the side, to the rustling of the man's clothing as he moved and instinctivally knew that Rouvelier's trajectory was the horrid cabinet. "It's your choice really, you filthy bastard. The former or the latter."
"Shut your mouth boy! Before I decide to shove something else down there instead!"
"What? Your cock? That wouldn't be very wise, I'd just bite it off," Kanda admonished in a polite little voice.
"I said to shut up!" There was a sound of a metal door opening and Kanda frowned when he heard leather and something like steel being pulled out. A flog maybe? No, the leather was taking too long to slide down the shelf, and was too thick to be a flog. Ah, so it was a whip than. He didn't know what the steel object was though, there were too many metallic things in that cabinet to count or memorize. Speaking of which he wondered absentmindedly which whip it was that was being pulled out. Rouvelier had quite the collection to choose from.
"I'm going to make you pay you insolent little whelp," Rouvelier's voice was getting closer, along with his scent and the sound of his shuffling footsteps. There was an exicted tone to his voice, and the expierement stiffened at the smell of spiked arousal in the air. It was one he had unfortunately come to get quite accustomed to, and the most disgusting thing he'd ever smelled.
So much worse than a corpse. Actually, the scent of fresh, warm blood was rather appealing, which was one of the main reasons why he killed so adamently. Even Akuma blood was delicious.
The Japaneses didn't even bother to reply, he just scowled and showed his teeth, his ears perking a little at the voice in his head.
Someone was calling him.
Rouvelier was directly in front of him now, and despite Kanda's threatening snarls he grabbed the boys chin and hefted it up, so he was facing the ceiling. Kanda growled and thrashed, peeved as hell and if he wasn't tied up in these fucking chains he'd overpower and kill the sick fuck with little to no problem. That voice screamed in his head again and he couldn't help but calm down a little, even as his mouth was forced wide open from the supervisor pressing down hard on the pressure points in his jaw.
Mugen.
Mugen was calling him.
"Time for your punishment, son." The last word was stated with an amusement that only proved to make the already enfuriated boy angry enough to say fuck it to the Order and go move in with the Earl. Obviously he couldn't go and do that but he would have said that than and there if the steel thing wasn't being shoved into his mouth.
Oh. So that's what the metal object was.
It was one of Rouvelier's steel eggs, an object that was supposed to be shoved up someones ass and this was actually one of the bigger ones that the supervisor had in his sick little arsenal.
This was going to be different though and the boy couldn't help the shake in his brow. He'd had this thing shoved up his rectum before sure, unlubed and his ass unprepared but never had he had it in his mouth before. Without a sound of pain Kanda was forced to take the steel toy completely in his mouth. The thing gagged him and he heard distinctly over the loud snap of his jaw breaking from the pressure being forced on it to open so wide, Rouvelier's laughter.
The bastard was enjoying this. He was enjoying shoving a six inch long, two inch wide steel egg down to the back of the twelve year old boy's throat. With a gag, Kanda felt the urge to retch as saliva and blood streamed down his chin as the tip of the egg touched the back of his throat. Twitching from the pain and humiliation Kanda tried to force the thing out when he felt Rouvelier pull on something and he realized that a string had been attatched to the bottom of the egg. With force Kanda was able to hold back and screams or movements that would have betrayed his agony as the egg left the far recesses of his throat, only to feel Rouvelier let go of the string and the weight of the egg pushed it back to the position it was just in a second prior.
The man patted Kanda on the top of the head. "That's a good boy, able to take it like that," there was still that horrendous amusement in his voice and Kanda couldn't help the vicous snarl that came out garbled in blood and spit. "However, your punishment doesn't end with this. While that sits in your mouth for a bit, I'm going to have some fun."
Rouvelier pulled back and from beneath the pounding of his blood in his ears he heard the whip being uncoiled. There was a pause and suddenly the silence was broken with the sound of a snapping sail as the whip flew forward and Kanda's small frame could barely resist shuddering in pain as the Cat o' Nine lashed him, leaving nine bleeding welts in its wake.
Growling and bleeding Kanda's eyes were clenched tight underneath the cloth and pulled his muscles taught so they couldn't betray his pain. That bastard....there was no way he was going to let that bastard win!
Suddenly there was an extremely loud shout in his head by Mugen and everything shattered.
Kanda jumped up in his bed, eyes wide and drenched in a cold sweat. Breathing deep he already knew he was back in his room, but it didn't stop his heart from beating rapidly. Fuck, while he wasn't exactly afraid of the shit Rouvelier had done to him, it didn't mean he liked it. No, he hated it than, he hated the sessions now, and he hated dreaming about them.
They were things he was better off without in all reality.
From the position of the moon outside his still broken window, the eighteen year old figured that it was only sometime in the very early morning, probably only past midnight-his clock was broken to. The lotus was pulsing a steady color of pink in the room, the beats matching perfectly with his blood.
Slowly his breathing calmed down and he looked to the ones who had woken him up.
"Yuu-sama, you were having another nightmare that you were."
The corner of his mouth lifted into a small sincere smile as he looked at his Insects. Multiple of four bright red eyes stared unwavering at him from death white scales. The foot long creatures were floating as they usually did, there six legs dangling beneath their upper body as their long tails trailed slightly towards the ground. There razor sharp teeth glinted behind the long thin beaks and Kanda nodded at their statement.
"Aa, it was Rouvelier though. I'm fine."
The leader, who was slightly bigger than all the others snorted. "Sou ka, Yuu-sama? Dreams of that yarrow never leave you in good shape, that they do."
The Japanese exorcist's shoulders sagged as he let himself fall back onto the bed. "Fine. Whatever you say Mugen. I'm going to try and go back to sleep."
As the man closed his eyes he felt more than saw as all but one of his Insects reverted back into the sword. The leader remained where it was and simply frowned at him. This was the fourth nighrmare of Rouvelier their master has had this week, and the bug felt that it had something to do with the appearance of the Third Exorcists. The reappearance of Alma Karma.
Beady eyes narrowing the Insect couldn't help but shiver with horrid, foreboding feelings. For some reason it had the feeling things were going to go very far down hill, very fast, and its master was going to suffer the brunt of whatever will happen.
Moving closer to its master the Insect nuzzled affectionately into Kanda's cheek, almost purring when Kanda moved into the touch. As the creature of hell moved back to the sword it vowed in it's head. Never again shall that monster hurt you master. No one will ever touch you again my love.
A.U. well there's the first chap. and as you can see future chapters will probably end up holding some odd...interactions and feelings between exorcist and innocence. please leave a review for me, tell me how it was!
