Rebel
Chapter Title: Stay Away
Pairings: N/A for now.
Warnings: Violence; abuse; implied incest; domestic abuse; torture; drug-use.
Notes: This is the sequel to Coyote. Don't fret, I'll be writing it as a separate piece, but do let me know if I accidentally leave something unclear.
Miku hovered over the doorstep, nervous. Should she go in? Could she?
Her entire body trembled with sudden, choking fear. Akito would be in there.
Would they cross paths?
But Miku walked in. If she missed her appointment, Akito would seek her out. 8/10, she'd rather stumble across him.
Turns out she should have skipped.
She walked down the halls, feeling like she was running in water. Her movements were exaggerated and slow to her, even though it was her movements.
Her footsteps echoed, ringing out in low, hollow thumps. She held her breath and tiptoed as she neared Akito's room, and once she passed it, she breath a sigh of relief, shoulders sagging.
Then she felt his hands on her hips. She shrieked in surprise, startled and flinching. She was thrown to the side by a harsh backhand slap.
"Silence," he hissed. Miku nodded, numbly, eyes wild with fear. Slowly, her brain shut down, guarding her, protecting what sanity she had left with this cruel man. Her entire body shook with small, cold tremors. Cold sweat trickled down her back.
Akito stood before her, hands on hips, head cocked to the side. "You look a little… extravagant for just a doctors appointment." He wrapped the word "appointment" around his tongue, rolling it till it was dirty.
Miku shivered. She never wanted to hear that voice in function, not again.
Akito smirked, satisfied with her response. "Oh, my poor little puppy, whatever shall you do?" He laughed darkly, and Miku realized something was wrong with Akito.
Someone had pissed him off, and he had found her too take it out on. Damn.
Akito leaned forward, bracing himself on his knees, smiling cruelly. "Come into my parlor," He whispered in her ear, leaning closer. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, slowly, lazily, wetly, as he pulled away, a line of spittle dangling from his mouth. Miku couldn't resist making a face, but instantly regretted it when she was backhanded again.
"I said inside!" He growled out. A maid at the end of the hall dropped her empty tea tray. She gathered it and made herself scarce.
Miku stumbled up to her feet, and Akito grabbed her by the hair, towing her into his room. He slammed the door behind them, locking it immediately.
The room was almost completely dark. Some light filtered in from his view of the garden, and a few candles flickered dimly, losing hope.
Miku suddenly felt claustrophobic. She sunk to her knees in front of him, and Akito stood above her like the god he thought he was.
"Oh, does this bring back memories, my little trickster." Miku flinched. Her title was dragged out, syllable by syllable being bit off, voice heavy with eroticism. "But you're much better behaved now, aren't you?" He said sweet as honey, crouching down to be at eye level with her. He gripped her chin in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Aren't you?"
Miku nodded as best she could with fleshy steel bands holding her chin in place.
Akito's grip tightened painfully. Miku made a face, and Akito grinned, face chocked full of sadistic joy.
"Yes, better, but you still have much to learn. Such a selfish, indignant child." Akito dropped her face, only to openhand slap her. Miku was tossed onto her side. She lay there, making herself as little a target as possible. Akito dragged her to her feet faster than she could stand, and shoved her onto her back on the bed.
She gasped, scared and surprised, and his mouth was on hers instantly, like a ravenous animal, his tongue shoved in her mouth, eating her from the inside out. She went limp, letting him have his way. Suddenly, her head was yanked back by her hair, the roots torn loose.
"Ah!" she cried out, neck jerking back painfully.
"Silence!" Akito hissed, punctuating the demand with a backhanded slap. Miku bit her cheek, tasting blood.
"You selfish, filthy, worthless, animal! You are mine; you will obey me." Miku nodded, despite the pain in her scalp.
Akito scowled, releasing her. "Leave me. Leave me to rot, and go see your precious doctor." Akito stepped back, and turned, staring at the wall. His words had been bitter; almost regretful.
"Akito?" Miku whispered, scared and worried. Even after all of his bullshit, for some inexplicable reason, she cared for him. For he was her God. And the coyote was loyal, to the end, no matter what.
Akito stiffened at her tone of voice, hands clenched in fists. "Leave," he whispered, voice scraped raw.
"Aki-"
"Leave!!" He screeched, shoulders hunching, head tossed forward as he stared at the wall.
She didn't wait for him to tell her again. She left immediately, sprinting out the door.
The numbing effect of the adrenaline faded as she ran, until she collapsed in front of Hatori's offices, gasping, crying.
She fell down onto her side in the snow, shivering teeth clattering as she hiccupped and sobbed, the tears freezing on her cheeks.
Hatori opened his door, staring down at her sadly.
He pulled her to her feet, much gentler than Akito ever had, careful not to the already-forming bruises.
She wouldn't be able to model for several days.
She quickly reduced her frantic crying to mere sniffles and hiccups, cheeks red from the cold, and her shame. She steadied herself, standing carefully on her feet, regaining her balance.
Hatori shut the door behind her, holding a towel and a steaming cup of tea. He waited patiently as Miku brushed the powdered snow off of herself. When she was snow-free, he helped wrap the towel around her, and handed her the tea, with the command of "drink".
Miku took a sip of tea, the scalding, bitter taste clearing her head. She followed Hatori into the exam room.
She scooted onto the window seat, close to the heater, and braced her tea between her knees.
Hatori grabbed a mug of coffee, and took a long drink, staring at his clipboard.
"Akito, I presume?" He asked, reffering to her new bruises.
"Yeah," she whispered, staring into her teacup.
"What happened?"
Miku shrugged, and winced at the pain the action brought on. "He's mad at me, I think. Did I do something while I was… away?" Miku felt awful, ashamed. Hatori was too good for her.
She was just an animal.
Hatori shook his head, setting his coffee back down as he swallowed. "No; that's not it." He sighed, and made an effort to change the topic of conversation. "How are you feeling besides that? Any fallbacks?" He was referring to the meth addiction that had put her into a coma thirteen months ago.
"No. I've been to busy with work."
"Good. How is your book getting along?" He asked, getting to his feet.
"It's getting. Barely. I have to go back and edit the entire thing again because I'm removing a major character."
"That sounds annoying," he mumbled, going over her chart.
"Eh," She said, shrugging as he came back over.
"Breathe normally," he ordered, pulling up her shirt and pressing the stethoscope to her chest. Her breath hitched and her heart stopped, despite her efforts. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. He moved around, then too her back, and then put the stethoscope down on his desk, marking something on her chart.
"Are you eating right?" He asked as he switched the cap on the earlight.
"Mhm." She winced as he checked her ears.
"Sleeping enough? Getting your college prep-work done?"
She made a face. "Sleep? Yes. College? Hell no."
Hatori leaned back on his heels, eyes stern.
"College is your only escape from this, Miichan," he said, gesturing to her bruises. His eyes saddened.
"I don't want to be a doctor, Ha'ri." She stared down at her hands, neatly folded in her lap. "And I don't want to leave."
Hatori let out a soft, tired sigh. He didn't understand her sometimes. "Why not?"
She looked up, meeting his eyes firmly, trying to tell him her whole heart with her eyes. "It's complicated."
"Is it a boy?" Hatori asked, turning his back to her. For a second, he reminded her of Akito, voice bitter and regretful.
"Yes."
It's you.