Natsu POV

There where rules.

Rule #1

I can't talk about Magnolia and going back to my guild or friends

Rule #2

I can't talk back or not do what I'm told

Rule #3

I can't even mention the name Natsu to anyone. My name is 'Takeru'

Rule #4 (The most annoying one of all)

I can't use any magic or even talk about magic and if I did;

"Akemi time for punishment!" My 'father' screamed when I slipped and accidentally talked about a friend of mine that went to my guild. Lucy to be exact.

" I didn't mean to Dad, it was an accident I swear!" He gave me a dirty look before going back to reading the newspaper. Mom sat next to him with a blank expression.

" Ma, can't you say something?" It was a long shot. She usually just went with the flow, sadly. She did a heavy sigh and turned to her husband. "Joan, give the boy a break, it's hard for a man to not talk about his friends. He did grow up with them." Dad rolled his eyes and looked back at me.

Akemi was just about to sing into my ear until he lifted his hand telling her to stop. I sighed in relief while she frowned.

"Go to your room before I change my mind!" He yelled at me.

I bowed and fled the room before he can give it a seconded thought.

I opened the doors to my room and slammed them shut then locked them.

I hate them. Why did my parents have to be total ass holes? It just wasn't fair!

I don't even see them as my parents that much. The only reason why I call them Mom and Dad was because they would yell at me and it would always end up in punishment.

I bet I could have already escaped if it wasn't for Akemi.

She always would find me and just sing her lullaby to make me fall asleep. Then I would wake up by a whip on my back.

I walked over to my bed and pried off all my fancy clothes. They where so uncomfortable. I didn't bother putting anything back on so I just laid there in my boxers.

I sighed. This is my only sanctuary.

My room.

The only place where I can be alone and be myself. Outside this room I had to be quiet and have manners and be royal and be...not me.

But in here, I'm free.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I just had to jinx myself. "Who is it?" I asked blankly. "It's me." My face grew pale.

Dad.

"C-Coming!" I stuttered while I put on some pants. Then, like the idiot I am, I fell. Making a loud banging noise that I'm positive he heard.

"Is everything all right in there?" He asked slightly annoyed.

"I'll be there in a mi-"

The doors flew open right when I was about to put on my shirt. Didn't I lock you?

He frowned at me. "Where you getting ready for a bath?" He asked. I shook my head yes. Lies.

He sat down on my bed and motioned me to follow. "Son," he said as I sat next to him.

"We have revived word that there is an eligible woman for you." I cocked my brow clearly showing that I didn't catch his drift.

He groaned. "What I mean is," he looked at me with a stern face.

"Me and someone have set an arranged marriage for you and your bride."

My heart stopped. I've been here for no more than a WEEK and I'm already getting an arranged marriage!?

"What?!" I yelled standing up. "I-I-I can't get married! I'm only seventeen! And arranged? What the hell is wrong with you? I don't want to get married!"

I slapped my hand over my mouth. Shit, did I just say that? He stood up and towered over my body. "I don't care what you want," he grabbed the top of my head by the hair and used that to slam me against the wall. I struggled to break free only for him to knee me in the gut, still holding me by my hair.

"You are going to get married and you are going to have a boy and you are going to like it!" A vain popped out from both of our necks.

"I am so not going to go through with this! You can't make me!"

He started to twitch making me smirk. "What did you say?" He asked while closing his eyes. I took a deep breath. "You. Can't. Make. Me."

He rose his fist and punched me across the face. " I can't make you huh?" He asked. "I can't make you!?" He let go of my hair making me drop to the ground. Before I could get up though he kicked me in the stomach.

This entire time I wanted to use magic. But I knew Akemi would put me to sleep with one order. So I didn't. Instead I let him beat me to a pulp.

He punched, kicked and did all the nasty things in the book while I just let him do it. Child abuse was my only thought the whole time.

He kneeled down and used my hair to push me against the wall again. The only difference now was that I was sitting.

"I can make you, my son." He smiled. I glared at him and spit some blood out if my mouth. "No. You. Can't." He used his thumb to wipe away some blood that was on my lip.

"What guild did you go to again?" He asked. My eyes grew wide but I hid it because I looked down. "Let me see your face," he ordered. I ignored him. "Takeru-"

"That's not my name." I spat still not looking at him. He put his hand under my chin and used his thumb and index finger to press on my cheeks hard. Then he lifted my face so I could see his. He smiled down at me.

"Do you know why I could make you?" He asked leaning forward whispering into my ear. I closed my eyes tightly. Fighting back the urge to beat this guy until there was nothing left. "Why?" I stated. He did a light laugh.

"I could destroy that guild and everyone in it with one word." I snarled. "Don't underestimate my guild." I said through my teeth.

"And don't underestimate my connections. I could pay five different dark guilds to ambush you. And if that doesn't work I'll use all that's in my power to disband that guild. And the council wouldn't say 'No' to my commands because I control Impel Down and could threaten to let the most murderous criminals escape. So do you really think I can't make you?"

He spoke to quickly it took a moment to process. I bit my lip when I realized I couldn't think of a comeback. "I didn't think so." He said getting up and heading to the door. I sat there in the same spot with my head hung.

He opened the door.

"Tomorrow Takeru," he looked back at me and smiled. "You are going to meet your bride to be while her father and I plan things out." He opened the door and walked out. After the door slammed shut I could hear a lock sound indicating I'm trapped in here for the night.

I clenched my fists.

"Don't do it." I whispered to myself. "Don't do it." I repeated.

Then against my wishes tears started falling from my face. "Damn it!" I cried as I shoved my face into my hands. "Damn it all!" I screamed into them muffling the sound so only I could hear my cries.

Slowly wiping my face I winced when a felt pain in my eye. Using the wall to help me up I limped to the door.

Stupid dad has no mercy when he's mad I guess.

Going into the bathroom I looked in the mirror and frowned. My entire face was red from crying. I had a dark black right eye and a busted lip. I looked down at my bare chest and saw a huge black bruise where my stomach should be.

Everything hurt. But I was prepared for what happened right now. Because recently I've been remembering my Dad doing that to me a long time ago.

This isn't new.