The Other Side

By Kuro Warau

A/N: The first chapter moved pretty slow, but I hoped that this chapter would give a clearer picture of what's happening, although many parts of the plot has yet to be shown. Still, I hope you'll all enjoy this chapter!

Warnings for this chapter:Non-con, rape. Violence. Yaoi.

Chapter Two: Behind Closed Curtains

Kaname settled with a book in the living room as he used to when breakfast was over. That way, he could keep an eye on everyone while hiding a bit in the corner of the room. Yuuki was in the midst of laying a puzzle at a great table, when she suddenly decided she wanted some midnight tea. She jumped up towards the kitchen door, turning around in the doorway.

"Would you like some tea? I want cinnamon tea," she declared with a big smile. Kaname looked up from the book, casting a short glance towards Rido. Only after checking that the elder vampire remained silent, Kaname answered his sister's question. "Yes, please. Cinnamon is fine by me." Kaname never did anything in Rido's presence without checking that his uncle made no objection first. Never said anything, never did anything. He was convinced that many of the B and C servants in the estate felt the same way, respectfully obeying even the smallest wink from their master.

Yuuki disappeared to get the tea and warm the water. She was different from everyone else, in Rido's eyes. Juuri's daughter, a living goddess almost. With her, he was different than towards everyone else, calling her beloved niece or my love. Kaname hated it, but Yuuki loved the attention and her brother made no objection for both of their sakes despite his repulsion.

"No, you don't want tea," Rido half-hissed without even looking up from his own book as soon as she had disappeared in the doorway. "Tell her, you don't want tea." Kaname knew better than to even question Rido's decision and just resigned himself. It was always easier to obey than take the fight and end up in trouble. Especially in such an indifferent matter. "No, thank you, I don't really want anything," Kaname called to his sister.

"Why not?" she asked, immediately reappearing in the doorway. She had an unused teabag in her hand. Rido, who had up until now remained unmoving, looked up from his book with an irritated scowl directed at his nephew. "You're so weird. You don't have any idea what you want. Do you want tea or not?"

"Yes please," Kaname answered hesitantly, in a small, confused voice. He hated when Rido called him things, especially if Yuuki was present, because she sometimes took the words in and used them against her brother later, not really aware of how degrading it actually was. She said it out of fun, so Kaname couldn't be mad at her, but it nevertheless irritated him.

"Would you like me to make some other kind of tea for you?" Yuuki asked caringly, but shaking her head in confusion meanwhile. She turned around quickly to check the array of different teas. "Cinnamon is fine. Thank you, Yuuki," Kaname answered and saw his sister give him an encouraging smile before walking out to make two cups of cinnamon tea.

She had barely disappeared before Rido stood in front of the younger pureblood, his hand squeezing Kaname's wrist hardly and painfully. He bowed down, their faces inches apart. "I told you that you don't want tea. Now, you'll do as I say and tell her you don't want that tea. Understood?" he hissed dangerously, releasing the wrist and walking back to his own chair.

"I don't want tea after all. I don't want anything, Yuuki," Kaname obediently shouted to her, well knowing what would inevitably follow now. Yuuki reappeared in the doorway, this time irritated and even more confused. "Please stop mocking me. It's not funny, Kaname," she said, leaving for the kitchen with a resigned sigh of frustration.

"Stop mocking your sister!" Rido said from his chair, reaching over to give the younger pureblood a hard slap across the face. "Don't pay attention to him, Yuuki," Rido shouted out to her. "He enjoys messing with everything! Go to your room then, if you can't figure out how to behave like an adult."

Yuuki, who hadn't heard the last order, came back to a deserted living room.

Kaname smacked the door behind him when he entered. He hated Rido and his pathetic mind games that always managed to get him. It was perfectly horrible and the worst part was that Kaname knew what would happen now.

He laid down on his bed, breathed deeply and focused on the sounds in the hallway. His pureblooded hearing allowed him to hear most of what happened around the house, and it was this ability that he now relied on. He could hear servants walking through a hallway some stairs below and knew that Rido soon would come and get him.

Kaname could remember Rido doing such things to him and with him ever since he came to the mansion. In the beginning, he had thought it disgusting and wrong, but had since grown into an almost non-caring object for his uncle. Providing release for Rido was more intimate than Kaname's other duties, but apart from that, it was just like everything else.

Kaname had a nagging suspicion that most others at the estate saw it that way too, apart from a few of them, those like Aidou who adored Rido to pieces. Kaname's uncle had strict rules in his house that he expected everyone to follow, but he also enjoyed indulging in the pleasures of the flesh with most around him. He had very few, if any, problems with moral and good behavior and encouraged those around him to act in a similar way. Sometimes. Rido didn't take it lightly if anyone did something he hadn't planned or wouldn't like. But as long as he was in complete control, he didn't mind having a household build around pleasures.

The entire show had simply been a way to get Kaname alone in his room, like always. It was nothing new that Rido enjoyed adding insult to injury. The young pureblood could sense his uncle's sneaking steps in the hallway and then, his door opened.

Rido's smirk was plastered all over his face, but else he made no comment about his little game. He simply gestured for Kaname to prepare himself.

"I have reports for you, my lord." Rido's eyes tiredly slid down the first page. Such a waste of time. He had other, more important things to do and if something in the report before him was important, Ichiou would point it out for him. "Anything else I should know?" he asked in annoyance, obviously not in the best of moods. He enjoyed doing Kaname or others, but he hadn't had the time to go visit his special hobby in days and it annoyed him.

"Hmm, perhaps. Cross is apparently preparing new weapons to be made of the Mother Metal," Ichiou said, from his respectful, standing position. He should have been the leader of Vampire Society, being the head of the Council, but he was satisfied with being Rido's right hand man. It kept both him and his family safe, it gave him power and money.

Rido gave him a disinterested glance. "Why should I be worried? Three years, Ichiou. Three years and not a single attempt to defy me from the hunters' side. Well, Cross would if he could, I'm sure. I dislike that guy, but at least he had good taste in women. But it's his right hand man that solves my problems and you're well aware of that." The noble nodded.

Cross was only an official leader, too unpractical and too strange to successfully get the hunters' full respect. His right hand man was their true leader. It made them, at first view, more of a threat to the rule of the vampires. Their true leader wasn't as soft or emotional as Cross, he was a practical man with a full hate of vampires and admired by the hunters.

He would have posed a great threat for the Council and Rido's reign. He had, up until three years ago. "The hunters will not pose a threat, as long as I have my little ace," Rido concluded grimly, finally gesturing for Ichiou to sit down in a nearby chair. "Kaname's letters?"

Ichiou immediately handled three envelopes to Rido, who checked the addresses. One for the Ichijo estate, two for the Aidou estate. Rido handled the one assigned for Ichiou's grandson back to the noble and opened the two others. After a few moments, he smiled in satisfaction. "Good boy. He doesn't dare to do anything but obey. Still… he's a Kuran and he was old enough to know what happened to his parents. I'm not slackening on him. I want you to continue having a couple of councilmen spy on him. I want to have full surveillance. I want to know who he sees, when he does it and what he talks about with them. Is that understood?" Another silent nod in confirmation of the order received.

"Nobles? Any new requests?" Rido asked casually, closing the letters and putting them back in their envelopes, ready to be transported on. He always read Kaname's letters, mostly because he could, but also because he wanted to be sure that he still had his nephew on a short leash. "… No, Rido-sama. The noble children currently in the estate, will stay for the next week at least. But… a request has arrived…"

"Oh. Who wants to join my little court here?" he asked in a playful tone, sipping the glass of blood wine by his side. He always had such, it took his stress and helped him relax. When no response came, Rido's eyes wandered to the noble's face. He looked troubled to say the least, obviously about to tell something that wouldn't please his lord. "What? Who wants to?"

"… Rido-sama… it's your son… he has requested that you will grant him permission to… He wants to be engaged to Touya's daughter." Ichiou almost stepped back during the silent second before the storm, while Rido drew breath to speak. He could feel the pureblood's aura turn black and fall over the room like a dark curtain.

"What?! Such a common harlot?! How dare he?!" Rido raged, but then fell silent. He learned back in his seat, breathed deeply a couple of times, thought things through and, judging by his facial expression, found a satisfying solution. When he spoke again, his voice was controlled, cool and smug, almost over-bearing. "Alright. He is, after all, young and foolish and he did consult me. I'll look kindly on the girl. Just let Senri know that I don't think she's a fitting alliance to make."

"Yes, Rido-sama. You don't have another in mind though, do you?" Ichiou asked quietly, sipping his own wine tentatively. The pureblood shock his head. He expected for his family to either intermarry or at least marry other high pureblooded or noble families. He couldn't expect to marry his son to a pureblood, since he was only a half-blood, but he wanted a noble from a high family.

"Now, you've troubled me enough with your trivial affairs. I trust you to always do what's in my best interests. But right now… I'll go play." Rido's voice was playful and slightly lusty. Truthfully, he trusted no one, especially not council people. In his eyes, they were just a bundle of foolish children, fighting over who should have the biggest piece of the cake. Ichiou nodded again.

"Till next time, Ichiou," Rido remarked, stood up and went for the door. "Oh, and Ichiou… I want you to send a request to the Touya family. I want them to send their daughter to my court."

"Checkmate," Kaname said non-chalant. He didn't sound pleased, but not dissatisfied either. Yuuki looked disapprovingly at the chess table in front of her. "You're cheating!" she declared shortly afterwards, obviously not satisfied with being beaten again. Kaname gave her a soft smile and then stood up to leave.

Yuuki still had a childish, soft side to her that Kaname adored to pieces. It shone through, mostly when they were alone or only with Rido and she was comfortable. Although she had been living in a glass cage for ten years, she still had, more or less instinctually, developed a pureblooded personality, façade and grace. And, in contrast to Kaname, she loved displaying how special and different she was, much like Rido enjoyed doing it.

"Where's uncle Rido?" Yuuki asked without looking up at him, still buried in the complete mystery of how Kaname had beaten her once again. Kaname hesitated with his answer. He hated when Yuuki called Rido uncle. He couldn't blame Yuuki herself though, she had only been a child, unknowingly watched the scary scenario played out in front of her, before being taken over by Rido's distorted dream.

Rido had taken both of them in after their parents' suicide, like the good and caring uncle that he was. Little Yuuki, who hadn't been old enough to fully understand the horrible things she'd seen that night, barely recalled anything in present day. It was as if she had blocked most of her memories both about that night and about her parents.

Kaname, on the other hand, remembered all too vividly. But Rido had silenced him immediately and he knew that if he ever dared raise his voice, it would be worst for himself, and for Yuuki too. Kaname had been imprinted this so many times that both he and Rido were confident in the knowledge that he would always resign himself and allow Rido to control everything, be it the house, the people living there or vampire society as a whole. Rido didn't allow Kaname to have a say in any aspect of how he ruled or what he decided. Technically, it would have been possible for Kaname to gain authority and power by simply speaking up, since he was a pureblood too and thus, had the power to make lower classes obey him, but he would never risk Yuuki, the only pure thing left in his life. And even she was, at least partly, soiled by the vampire king.

Furthermore, Rido had, long ago, made sure to threat or hit all such thoughts out of him. Kaname had understood that it would be wisest to resign himself and pretend like he was happy living a retired life in Rido's mansion, just like Yuuki. She didn't really remember a different life than one of constant surveillance. She had long ago accepted all the restrictions Rido had placed on both of them for the sake of their protection, such as how they never were allowed to be together with anyone their age without Rido's knowledge and accept, that they were always to be accompanied by some men of Rido's choice when they left the estate and that they constantly needed to ask Rido permission about everything they did.

"He's in his office, Yuuki," Kaname answered flatly, brushing off her questions of when he'd return. When Rido was with his special someone, no one could say how long he'd stay or in which mood he'd leave the place. He could stay there for hours from time to time. No one but him was allowed to see his special someone, not even the maid who brought food up there. Kaname knew she left it on a small table and then Rido would take it in himself or allow his special person to get it.

All information about this person was kept on an absolute minimum by Rido and all the information that Kaname had, he'd gotten because he made friends with the girl, Souen. He wasn't much to admitting it, but she really was in love with him, judging from the looks she sent him. However, he wasn't interested and even if he had been, Rido would never have allowed a relationship between his pureblooded nephew and her. She had very pure blood, but her family was a junior branch of the Aidou family and Rido didn't like such things.

Kaname wasn't interested in anyone, at least not anymore. There was a time when he was flirting rather flamboyantly with Ichijo Takuma, but he had discovered that although Takuma certainly returned interest, he was also sent out by his grandfather to spy on Kaname. And the pureblood once again had no one to trust, as he still made friends with Takuma, but now no longer had any feelings for him.

He was engaged to his sister, and had settled with being satisfied with her. He truly did love her, but more in the usual kind of way one would love his sibling. And he didn't mind being without someone special. The last thing he needed was more weapons Rido could use against him.

A pale hand lay slack, hanging out over the edge of the soft canopy bed, white silk accentuating the pale, greyish-white skin tone. His breathing was hurried, tense and nervous, although his body was slack and unresponsive. The vampire king towered over him, licking blood off his fingers slowly, a smile playing tentatively in the corner of his mouth.

Rido pulled him up by the hair, turning him around by force. He couldn't even hold himself up, what would have eased the pain in his head a little. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes in response to the rough treatment, but he just clenched his eyes and teeth and refused to give away his pain. Begging earned him nothing more than additional humiliation either way.

"What? Still silent?" Rido asked playfully, running a bloodied finger along the boy's lower lip. He met a hard, unbending and determined pair of lovely silvery-lavender eyes. The boy knew he might as well save what little of his pride he could, since, if Rido couldn't be rougher on him as punishment for being rebellious, he'd just be rougher as punishment because of some other disobedience.

Rido learned down closer, pressing his hard body up against the vampire in front of him, reminding him in just what position he currently was. He felt all the boy's muscles tensing beneath the skin, but else, his body remained slack, inevitably. It was kind of boring actually, Rido would rather have him resisting, shouting and fighting to shove the pureblood away. But to overpower him, it had been necessary to tame him with charms, which sadly left him unable to move or speak for a few minutes.

Apart from being the ace up Rido's sleeve when it came to controlling the hunters, holding them off and making sure they behaved, the boy was also Rido's preferred toy and he was never quite sated with anyone but him. He could treat him as he liked, no one came to check on him unless specifically told to, and even then, it was only a couple of hand-picked nobles.

The ex-human stirred on the bed, a sure sign that he was regaining control over his muscles one by one, although he tried to appear slack and motionless. If he could just pretend that he still were bound down by the hunter charms… just a little longer… As long as he couldn't move or speak properly, Rido usually let him be and waited, simply because it would be no fun if he wasn't screaming or begging.

Rido's eyes slid over the body underneath him, sizing up the amount of control the ex-human currently had, then proceeding to make a security check, just to ensure that the boy was simply being defiant and resisting. The pureblood let a hand slide down the ex-human's pants, watching in satisfaction how the boy's body jerked in disgust.

The ex-human turned around, hiding his body from Rido as well as possible, trying to cover himself up just slightly. By now, he knew better than to downright defy Rido, but even after three years, he hadn't given completely up, hadn't surrendered completely in his tormentor's arms. His mind was still rebelling, still refusing to bend under the pureblood's craving hands, even though his body often broke.

He hated himself a tiny bit more every time he ended up surrendering his body to Rido, every time he broke down and cried or begged, every time he caught himself doing anything to avoid a beating. He couldn't forgive himself that he so often ended up breaking down, virtually begging for it to stop. But he could even less forgive himself when he ended up begging for another reason entirely.

He hated that Rido completely controlled his body, a control determined by the pureblood's mood. If he was in a bad mood, he ravaged the ex-human's body until blood poured out between his legs, tears sprung in his eyes, he screamed himself hoarse before breaking and begging for the pureblood to stop, which he close to never did either way. And if he really pulled out, it was only to give the boy a solid beating for daring to "demand" anything.

If he, on the contrary, was in a sadistic mood instead, he prepared the ex-human before taking him, he caressed, licked, kissed and touched until the boy was one heaving mess of sobbing, craving misery. Until he cried in frustration over being denied release, until he gave himself up completely, did everything Rido asked him to if the pureblood would just grant him release… And then, inevitably and unavoidably, breaking down all over again and hoarsely begging for release, begging to be done, begging to be touched, begging for anything that Rido told him to beg for.

Rido learned down all close, pulling the boy closer, until he had him in the right position. On his stomach, between the pureblood's legs. He made no vocal objection, silently hoping that if he could just manage to appear cold or emotionless, then perhaps, just perhaps would Ri…

A strangled cry escaped the ex-human's lips when the pureblood entered him dry. He must be lusty today, usually he loved savoring the build-up, the opening minutes where he drove the boy's fear higher and higher. But today, he just wanted a quick round apparently. Rido penetrated the skin on his neck at the same time, licking the blood up that escaped down his neck. The boy bit back the wave of nausea that always ensued when the pureblood took his blood. It was disgustingly intimate for a vampire and an act he certainly hated to share with Rido.

The pureblood took him hard and violently, thrusting ruthlessly between his aching legs, riding him with sadistic glee. Rido's fingers dug into his arms, his fangs left marks and blood trails all over the ex-human's skin, and he felt himself tearing open inside. A disgustingly soft, wet sound emanated from his insides as they were forced to give up space that didn't exist.

But they always were, it was a mystery to the boy why his body hadn't naturally adapted and created the space needed. Three years had passed and he'd lost count of how many times Rido had raped him long ago, but it still hurt horribly, especially when the pureblood was this rough. Absentmindedly, the ex-human wondered if anything bad had happened in Rido's businesses, and this simply, as always, was his way of dealing with anger or stress. It wouldn't be new if this was the case.

After finishing, the pureblood had calmed considerably down, but it didn't automatically mean less hurt. Much more often, it meant the exact opposite, when Rido wasn't unbearably lusty, having quenched the most crushing urge, he could better concentrate on being cruel.

The boy's eyes darted around the room, searching for something to distract himself with when Rido turned him around on the bed and claimed his lips, almost crushing him against the mattress under the pureblood's weight. The room was kept in soft, dark colors, comfortable for vampiric eyes, even during the day. Dark curtains refused to let any day light escape into the room. The window was, all in all, pretty unusable either way, always covered by a thick curtain and with thick iron bars over it from inside.

Rido had gotten them installed shortly after he'd placed the ex-human in the upper tower, cut off from the rest of the world, isolated to a point where he hadn't spoken to anyone but Rido for years. He occasionally saw a glimpse of others when he'd looked out the window, but no one had ever seen him. Even if he knocked harshly on the glass, he was too far up for anyone down on the open area in front of the house to hear his knocking. The windows could be opened, but with the bars blocking, the boy's hand couldn't reach the locker anymore.

It was his own fault that he'd ended up like this, completely locked up with no hope of escape or even a hope to escape his fate. When he'd just arrived, he'd been filled with the wish to either escape or die trying, he'd right away started entertaining the thought about the possibility of jumping out the window and hoping that his newly turned body would be able to take the fall. Either that, or that it wasn't at all strong enough and he'd be crushed against the stone pavement below. But he'd been weak, too weak, and hadn't been able to do it after all.

That was before Rido began showing him just what he intended to do to and with the ex-human. At first, the boy had thought he should act as a punching bag and a blood donator. He couldn't make himself jump out of a window down onto hard stone at least five stories below, even if his body hurt considerably after a beating.

After having toyed with the idea for a couple of weeks, when Rido forced himself on him in a new way entirely, he acted on instinct, very nearly throwing himself out if Rido hadn't collected himself enough to act and saved the ex-human, although one such word was badly fit the situation, pulling him back and giving him a massive beating, the harshest he'd ever gotten. The day after, the pureblood installed the loathed bars to make sure he'd never be able to try such a thing again.

Apart from the lavish bed, the room was sparsely decorated, with a small couch, mostly for Rido's use though, and a small table for placing the trays of food that was brought up once a day. There was also a small drawer used for quite other things than clothes, but apart from that, the room was barren. To the small area there was also a small bathroom.

He hadn't stepped foot outside this enclosed space for three years, his last glimpse of that forbidden world had been Rido pulling him up the stairs by the hair, dragging him along and throwing him inside the room. Sometimes, if he put his head up against the wood of the thick door and listened carefully, he could hear the footsteps of someone outside the door. On multiple occasions he'd tried calling for that person, but no one answered.

Rido seemed to be done playing with him, at least for the moment, and he went to pick up the tray. "I'm tired of watching this, do you understand that? If you aren't going to eat the food I bring up to you every day, I might as well stop. Would you like me to do that?" the pureblood asked in irritation, glancing impatiently at the tray.

The boy remained silent, uncomfortably shifting to make the pain in his groin seem less bad. His body was covered in welts, but the bluish marks were just forming beneath the skin.

"No… I wouldn't do that no matter what. I want you and I'm not letting go of you. And I'll make you eat this even if I'll have to shove it down your ungrateful throat. Do you understand that?" Rido concluded smugly, placing the tray back on the small table. He was tired of the boy's resistance. He knew he had the boy in his power and could do as he pleased, but if he was too rough, his ex-human body couldn't take it. In that, Kaname's body was much better. His body wouldn't suffer any long-lasting damage no matter what Rido did.

And that pureblooded boy was completely in his power too. He had long ago seized all resistance, figuring out that it would be better to be submissive and humble. And in difference to the untrustworthy nobles who'd probably drop all of his secrets the moment they had been exchanged with others at his court, Kaname would never get out and thus, he didn't have a chance of spilling any secrets.

The boy watched in confused silence Rido almost storm out the door, barely having time for locking it after himself. He didn't understand what the pureblood was up to, storming off so quickly. The ex-human knew better than thinking Rido might be done with him for today after just one round, but hoped he might have remembered some urgent paperwork that he had to do. He hid as well as possible under the duvet on his bed, hiding his naked body from the world, ashamed as always of what he'd become.

He'd almost drifted off into his dreams of times long gone when the door was slammed open again, jolting him awake. It was a dreaded sound, so well-known, telling him to get up and not lay half-asleep on the bed, Rido's for the taking.

"What's this?" a voice sounded, sounding more startled than interested. The unexpected voice completely jolted the boy wide awake, being so different in tone than the only other voice he'd heard for what felt like centuries. But even though it intrigued him, fascinating, new and different as it was, cold dread sat like a knot in the ex-human's stomach, telling him to be aware of this new person. His heightened senses bombarded him with information, both the side that was a vampire and the side that was a hunter.

It was a male vampire, of high status, probably a pureblood, although the ex-human wasn't completely certain because of his distracted and hurt condition. He was younger than Rido, although something ancient and refined seemed to linger about him. But the boy remained with his head pressed into the sheets, holding futilely onto the sheet, fighting to cover himself up from any prying eyes. No matter what kind of twisted game Rido wanted to play by presenting this person to him, he wasn't buying it.

Kaname hadn't known what to make of Rido's sudden demand to follow without explanation. But he'd wisely chosen to follow immediately and obediently, not asking questions, the way he knew Rido liked it. He hadn't understood where they were going or why they had to hurry that much until he was practically shoved inside. The room he found himself in looked like a lavishly decorated hotel room if there had been more furniture. His eyes wandered from corner to corner once, before he adjusted to the darkness and noticed the figure in the bed.

Completely covered in sheets and with the head buried in pillows, the only thing visible on the ex-human was the strange, compelling silvery hair, barely visible from Kaname's position. He moved closer, wanting to get a better look on the boy who he had guessed was Rido's favorite. Judging by the room, it could easily by a lover, but the bars he noticed in front of the windows, the thick, constantly locked door and the sheer secrecy of everything didn't fit with that description.

Rido moved closer too, standing by the bed and looking down at the figure with a slight smile. "This is Zero, my little favorite treasure. He's your responsibility now." With that said, the elder pureblood pulled the sheet roughly away, exposing the ex-human's bare skin and Kaname almost stumbled back in shock.

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To be continued…

A/N: If any of you are wondering why the characters behave or think slightly differently from their original manga-counterparts, it's because, while they were still born into the same world, they've experienced ten years that are radically different from those ten years in the manga. So while they're still the same personalities, their behaviors are painted by the circumstances they live under.

Kaname, for instance, has lived ten years of being repressed and held down by Rido and as such, have learned what things he shouldn't say or do, very much in the same way as he learns to deal with the Council in the manga. Yuuki, instead of being insecure due to missing memories, has spent ten years on the apex of vampire society and therefore, she has a confidence and a "purebloody" behavior she lacks in the manga. On the other side, she has been overprotected and hidden away and thus she, to a certain length, lacks sense of reality and of the world outside.

The only character who doesn't have the big changes in personality is Rido because, let's face it, he pretty much behaves like he's the ruler of the world in the manga too xD

Also, I wanted to lay focus on how different Kaname and Zero have handled being suppressed by Rido. While Kaname has sacrificed his pride to be able to save his personality and character, at least most of it, Zero has done the exactly opposite, protecting his pride well, but ending up very tense and untrusting because of the constant brutality. I hope it makes sense xD