A Shadow Reborn- Chapter One
Yuki looked up towards the merciless eyes as he pulled aside the framed door. In his usual position sat his assailant. He lay on the floor, his loose, crimson robe sprawled around him. He had very much the look of an alcoholic. His head resting on his palm, and he was eyeing Yuki with malice. A few months ago Yuki would have retreated, but he had learned nothing came of that but physical force, forcing him to return.
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Yuki couldn't fully remember the time before he had been constantly at the mercy of this man. Life with his parents seemed like a distant dream for ten- year- old Yuki, ever since he and his brother had been sent to live in the Main House.
"You two will be so much better off where you're going", his mother had told them. " Akito understands that you're… different… from the other children You won't have to hide anymore." It seemed cruel that those were to be her last words to her sons before turning, with tears in her eyes, and left the site of her children's new home. Yuki was perfectly aware of his and his brother's "abnormalities", but from what he could tell, they were the only ones separated from their family... so far.
The were the only ones ordered to live in the Main House, and Yuki was the only one periodically called into Akito's chambers late at night. Ayame was never summoned. Why was Yuki's brother allowed to sleep in peace, when Yuki was made to 'accompany' the family's leader? These sessions were not occasional, and they were not brief. Yuki, who was relatively short and on the thin side, was virtually powerless to stop Akito, who was over twice his age. Yuki did not even understand what was being done to him, and why. Some nights Akito was satisfied to merely speak with Yuki, but it was more of an interrogation.
Yuki had to do his best to satisfy this man with answers to questions he didn't understand. "Don't you enjoy our little rendezvous?" Akito would reach down and run his hand through Yuki's silvered hair, and let it fall down, out of place. Yuki felt his mind was being pried, and his soul scoured, but his only hope was to not anger Akito.
For Akito was quick to anger, and some evenings, quick to act. On such nights as these, Yuki timidly walked into Akito's room, only to be struck down. This rage was never caused by Yuki; nonetheless, he was the one who limped away with broken bones and a broken spirit in the morning.
He usually tried to resist, tried to escape, but he was physically no match for the man. In resisting, all Yuki did was wear himself his strength, and in the end, all he could do was cry silently and pray for it to end. Sometimes he thought perhaps it was just a horrible nightmare, but when he got up and still felt the pain the next morning, he knew he was trapped in a reality worse than any nightmare he'd ever had.
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Now, as a nearly eleven-year old Yuki entered the dreaded chambers, he knew of nothing to do but hope for a more passive encounter than had occurred three nights ago. It was not to be. Upon entry, Yuki saw nothing but a red blur before the crashing pain reached his brain, and he felt blood slip down from the open wound on his head to past his right ear. Before falling, Yuki saw Akito retrieve the bar he had thrown and walk towards him again. Yuki kneeled cowering on the cold floor, his head swimming from the increasing pain. He expected a blow to his exposed back, but instead, he heard a raspy voice in his left ear.
"I think it's time you get what's coming to you. For giving me such a hard time the other night."
With that, Akito granted himself his wish. Ramming his heel into the boy's back, he knocked Yuki's face hard into the floor. He cried out at first, but as the full impact of the pain set in, he could do nothing but lay there moaning, hoping for either unconsciousness or death. Akito stood admiring his work for a moment, with grim satisfaction, as he watched a small pool of blood begin to form underneath his inferior's head. But as Yuki weakly opened his eyes, he saw the grim smile turn again to unrepressed anger, and in another swift motion he bore down on Yuki again, pinning him to the splintered floor. Akito's eyes gleamed as he reached down and grabbed the boy's left arm. He then pulled sideways, so that the arm was forced directly behind both shoulders, breaking and dislocating what felt like every bone in the limb. Every servant and occupant of the Main House shuddered, and tried not to hear, as Yuki's mangled cry pierced the night.
Akito was finally satisfied. Breathing heavily, he sat back and looked at the boy, who lay crumpled and slipping into unconsciousness. Akito decided he'd put the boy outside…someone would tend to him. His eyes fell on the puddle of blood underneath.
What a mess.
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AN- So…what did you think? This is my first fanfic, so be nice please! I'm still working on the format…give me time! PLEASE R/R, no flames please, but I'm up for constructive criticism! Any suggestions for future chapters? Tell me what you want me to write about!:-)
Still to come…… Time skip…. Seventeen year old Yuki! More Ayame, and Shigure and Kyo come into the story.
