Rim: Okay, here's the next chapter. I seriously have to find time to write chapter seven or when I finally get to it, I won't have anything to give you guys. But thanks for being patient. The rating will change from here on out.

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After Boris led Asuka to her brother, finding out that he lost his memory, not remembering all the hardships that they faced together, which was slowly eating at her spirit, Boris led her out of the room. Taking her down the stairs to another place. Asuka continued to look down, hurt that she was forgotten, that their bond was forgotten. Boris stared at the girl, locating the distraught in her face immediately.

"Maybe it was better that you didn't know Hikaru was alive," Boris said with amusement. "That boy has a way with words sometimes. Must be something inherited, what do you think, Asuka?"

She refused to answer him, to acknowledge that her brother...her brother was... No, she wasn't going to say a word. No matter what he did to her, or said, she was going to remain silent. Buy her time until she could find a way to free not only herself and the Demolition Boys, but Hikaru also. She would make him remember the truth, and together they would leave this place forever and make the sort of life they always dreamt about.

"Oh, you don't want to answer that I see. I suppose it was a bit much for you," he said coolly, his tone angering her minute by minute, until she couldn't take it. She turned to him, her eyes hard with hate. Boris stopped, noticing the change in the girl.

"Damn you to hell!" she shouted. "I will kill you for what you did to Hikaru. You didn't find him being raped by the guards you probably allowed them to, while watching until you saw that he wasn't crying out anymore! Admit it! Admit that you allowed them to do this to him!"

"My you have such a temper. I see I will have to teach you a lesson girl." Before Asuka could move, Boris grabbed her, shoving the girl into a wall. Asuka cried out, feeling pain crawl from her left temple, which had connected with the wall from the blow, to her eye. Trying to blink away the pain, she became aware of an acute pain in her back causing her much discomfort. It was only when another blow came that she realized that it was her uncle's fist.

Asuka struggled to move, to get from other those heavy blows with no success. Pain was splintering down her spine into her legs as another blow caught her in the small of her back. Asuka whimpered, collapsing to the ground when Boris moved away from her. Looking up, she stared at him, the look of anger gone completely.

"Get up girl. I'm not done with you yet," Boris sneered.

"Why...why must you do this to us?" Asuka whispered, holding back the tears that wanted to fall.

"Asuka, get up."

"Why? What have we done to be treated like this? We trusted you? When I first met you...I thought you would love us in return. We just lost our parents. We were vulnerable and you brought us to this place. Why?" Asuka questioned.

"Get up!" Boris yanked the girl to her feet, shoving her down the hall to keep moving. Asuka stumbled for a second, falling with not only pain, but with unwillingness to go on. Boris, seeing that she was going to be uncooperative, stormed up to her, yanking her up once more. "I thought I told you to get up. You want me to hit you again, don't you?"

"No..."

"Then walk," Boris snapped.

"No..."

"Damn little bitch!" Boris tossed her away from him, the girl hitting the ground again. "I suppose you think that being stubborn will stop me from getting anything done? You think you're so smart to buy yourself time to come up with a plan of escape, but you forget who I am girl."

"I just want to know why?" Asuka whispered, sitting up, her eyes turned to the floor.

"I don't need a reason for what I do. But I know one thing you are taking responsibility for your actions. I realize something today when the Demolition Boys lost the championship, costing me a great deal of money with associates of mine," Boris said, standing in front of the girl. "It wasn't because I did something wrong, in fact, if I remember correctly, you were the one that trained each and every one of them."

"I..." It was true, she did spend her time, both she and Hikaru spent time training the boys in hope of pleasing their uncle. So he would leave the boys alone.

"You did everything for those boys. They obeyed your every command. But then you left and Hikaru lost his memory, so they had no one to turn to, expect for me. You know that their lost is a reflection of what you taught them, and I intend to make an example out of not only you, but your Demolition Boys."

"What?" This time, Asuka looked up at her uncle. She realized what he was saying, and realizing that she was spending so much time worrying about her brother that...her uncle could be doing anything to Tala, Spencer, Bryan, and Ian, those four boys equally as important to her as her own blood brother.

"Ah, do I finally have your attention girl?" Boris said.

"Where are they? What are you doing to them?" Asuka said.

"Why do you care about them now? I thought Hikaru was the most important thing to you?" Boris raised a brow to her.

"Hikaru is important to me, but they mean so much to me too," Asuka declared.

"You weren't thinking that moments ago. Your mind was filled with Hikaru and that pathetic excuse of a team you put together after leaving us. Just admit that you don't care about them as much as you think you do?" Boris smirked.

"That's not true! I love those boys like a family. We've been through so much. Much more than my team, and I admit that I became preoccupied, but that's only because..."

"You don't care as much," Boris finished the sentence.

"No! It's because I don't know what to think. Everything is happening so fast..."

"Well, while you're in such indecision, do you realize that your boys are taking the full weight of your failure? I would have thought they were your first priority, especially back at the stadium. Do you realize they didn't know it was you? I haven't told them yet either. How do you think they are going to react when they discover that you're back here in the abbey and didn't want to see them? To comfort them because they are worthless little bastards that I should have known better than but my money in," Boris snarled.

"Take me to them," Asuka said quietly.

"Oh, so now you want to see them."

"Take me to them now...uncle." She ignored his tone of voice, knowing that fighting with him was only going to get her hit even more. "Please...take me to them."

"You want to see them, fine." Asuka got up from the ground, wincing with pain for a second then following the male down the dimly lit corridors. The sounds of their footsteps echoing in the halls, falling silent then replaced by more sounds. The sounds of whimpering started filling the space that footsteps filled, bouncing off the walls echoing in Asuka's ears. Asuka's stomach knotted, knowing those sounds well. Taking off down the hall, Asuka followed the sounds until she came on the scene she feared.

About seven guards were beating the four boys with clubs. The boys doing their best not to cry out, but the pain was too much for them. She didn't realize she was standing there, paralyzed, as the boys were being beat until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she found her uncle, watching with the scene with a sick fascination. Tearing herself away from his touch, she walked up to the guards, who paused in the action of inflicting pain on the already halfway unconscious Demolition Boys.

"Leave them alone," Asuka stated, her eyes cold as she stared at each guard.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" one of the guards said before she walked up and smacked him. He was about to raise his club to her, but was held back by another guard that quickly recognized that she was Boris's niece. "What? Why are you stopping me? That little bitch..."

"That's Director Balcov's niece," the other guard whispered. "We can't touch her unless he tells us otherwise."

The guard growled, lowering his club as Asuka walked to the cowering boys. She didn't want to do this in front of her uncle or anyone else, she just wanted to hug and comfort them, but he wouldn't let them get off the hook otherwise. If there was one thing she knew about her uncle, he wanted a show, and if he didn't get one, there would be dire consequences for it.

"Tala...Spencer...Bryan...Ian, stand up." Her voice was neutral, Asuka using everything she could to stay strong. This would pain her more than it did them. She watched the four boys lift their eyes up, shock and fear glazing their eyes over when they realized who it was.

"Asuka," Tala said.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to respond to that voice. That would be exactly what her uncle wanted from her. Instead, she took a deep breath and spoke again. "I said stand up." It was painful listening to them whimper in pain as they followed her instructions. She opened her eyes, seeing them all on their feet. "You lost the tournament."

"You...saw..."

"Yes, I saw it. I saw Bryan's defeat and Tala's. I taught you boys myself. I taught you with everything I had. I thought you wouldn't be able to lose," she said, staring at each of them. "I should have done more."

"It's not your fault, Asuka!" Ian cried. "We should have trained harder."

"Ian's right, it's our fault, not yours," Bryan added in. "You did your best, we screwed up on our end. There's no reason that—"

"Shut up! All of you!" Asuka said, clenching her hands at her sides. "I don't want those excuses. It's my fault! It's my fault that I wasn't here to make sure that you won. It's my fault that you lost the match. It's my fault that...that you're being beat for it." Asuka lowered her head, breathing heavily. "I wasn't good enough to do what I said. I promised you that you would never be beaten if you followed me...but you have. I fell through on it. It's my fault of such overconfidence on my end. I'm sorry."

"Asuka! It's not your fault! Stop saying it!" Tala shouted. "It's not your fault, it's mine! I'm team captain I was supposed to make certain that we were able to do this. My battle meant everything for the team, and I failed! Not you, me! I should take the blame more than anyone else. Me, not you."

"So, the boy wants to take the blame of this?" her uncle spoke up.

"No! He doesn't! He doesn't know what he's talking about!" Asuka whirled around to stare at her uncle. His eyes were on Tala, that familiar look of want flaring in his eyes. No...she couldn't let it happen again. She wasn't about to let him have that young man like that. "Uncle, don't listen to him."

"He is right about one thing. He is their team captain. It was his responsible to win the match once Bryan lost to that boy. So, by technicality, it is his fault and he deserves to be punished for it. Tala, come here," Boris stated.

"God no, uncle, please don't do this! I beg of you not to," Asuka said.

"Oh, don't worry, you shall still take responsibility for what has happened, my niece. You don't have to worry your pretty little head about it. Now come here Tala." The boy froze up, his eyes widening before turning them to Asuka. She couldn't do anything, not now.

"Go to him...Tala," she ordered. Closing her eyes, she heard him slowly shuffling towards the male. The pit of her stomach filled with revulsion for what was to come of him. Why? Why was it that every time it was her uncle doing this, her hands were tied?

"Guards, do what you want with those whelps, but you are not allowed to rape my niece. That honor will be mine when I finally rip down the walls of her spirit. I have other...business to attend to right now. Come along Tala," Boris said, guiding the teen from his friends. Asuka stood in place, her feet practically glued to the floor hearing the men approach.

"Now I can get you back for that blow you little whore," the guard she had hit early smirked as he walked up to her. "Too bad Director Balcov told us we couldn't touch you. I would have given you a reason to cry, little girl."

"Leave her alone!" Bryan and Spencer moved in the way of the guard, their eyes full of anger.

"Move out of the way, you little bastards!" the guard growled, raising his club to them. The two males braced themselves for the blow.

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"Hey, whose the kid?" Rei looked down at the little boy that Kai brought to the hotel, sitting him in a chair while he used the phone. Rei looked up at Kai who just got off the phone.

"His name is Maseo," Kai said. "I'm watching him for a while." This, of course, surprises the rest of the Bladebreakers. Usually when asking Kai something, it took the jaws-of-life to get it out of him. Rei and the others looked at Kai, then the little boy with dark blue eyes seated in a chair far from the rest of them. His knees were drawn to his chest, as he wrapped his arms around his legs, his head on his knees.

"Hey, little dude, you okay?" Tyson walked up to the kid. The boy didn't move from his position nor responded to Tyson.

"Leave him alone, Tyson," Kai warned.

"What's wrong with him?" Tyson inquired. Kai didn't say a word. "Come on! First you leave all of a sudden after that girl speaks with you then you come back with some kid. What's going on? Did that girl tell you to watch him? Maybe we can help if we knew what's up?"

Kai looked away, his thoughts on Asuka. "There's nothing anyone can do, except wait." The problem was out of his hands. If there were something he could do for her, he would have done it a long time ago. There was no one he would trust with that secret so close to his heart. From the corner of his eyes, Kai saw Maseo draw up more. The little boy's body quavering with tears he silently shed.

"She's like my parents! She's not going to come back! She's abandoned me too. She promised me that...I could...I could stay by her side! She promised me!" Maseo wailed.

"Stop this Maseo," Kai said, his voice tinged with anger. Upset that this kid was going on like...like he was some spoiled brat. "You're acting like a spoiled child who can't have their way all the time."

"Leave me alone! You act like you know how I feel! You don't understand my life or the pain that I've endured!" Maseo shouted.

"What pain have you endured that could possibly be worst than her past? So what if your parents abandoned you? It happens everyday, get over it. She found you, took you in, you have nothing to worry about. You have no idea that what you think is suffering others would give their lives to be in your shoes. Your hardships are laughable and childish. If you grew up like she did, you would have killed yourself the first night there, so don't talk to me about pain being endured. Because you don't know the meaning behind the word," Kai snapped.

Maseo's face scrunched up as he let everything go. Wailing like he was five years old once again. "Way to go Mr. Personality!" Tyson said, trying to calm down the boy. Anger in his voice directed at Kai. "What did you have to do that for? He was already upset, you just made things worst."

Kai crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't care how much the boy cried, he had no right to say that Kai didn't know what pain was. Every day at that abbey was a struggle to live another day. To keep from being beat, or raped, or going insane. Asuka took the full weight of the pain of others, refusing to complain or ask for help to lighten her load. Each child in that abbey she cared for, fought for, and was beat for. He couldn't help retort at that childish egotism.

A minute later, Mr. Dickenson, Tyson's father and grandfather, and Judy entered the room. The four adults stared at the boy then the other Bladebreakers for answers. All eyes went to Kai who stood by the window looking outside, his eyes watching for something.

"What's going on?" Judy questioned, going to Maseo's side. "Whose this boy?"

"His name is Maseo. Don't look at us, ask Kai about him," Tyson said. "He's the one that sent the little guy bawling his eyes out."

"Kai?" Mr. Dickenson questioned.

"I don't want to discuss it," Kai muttered.

"He yelled at the kid like he was going off on one of us," Tyson said. "The kid's already had a hard time with whatever's going on also."

"Who hasn't?" Kai snapped. He could feel the anger and pain rising from its dormant sleep. He had to calm himself down, there was no point breaking in front of them. "Do you think he ever thought about what Asuka went through? About her pain and shadows? Do you think he ever considered the sort of pain she went through. That she cared for others?" Kai lowered his head, feeling the tears in the back of his eyes.

"What do you know about that girl?" Rei asked. He noticed the change in Kai, but didn't say a word towards it.

"She stayed at that place with that man," Maseo sniffed. "She's not coming back...ever..."

"What man?" Mr. Dickenson asked Kai. Kai kept his mouth shut, forcing the tears back, knowing that nothing the man could do, could help Asuka and the Demolition Boys. She wanted to do this on her own, and though he was against it, Kai knew she had to prove something to herself. "Kai?"

"You have to tell us what's going on," Tyson's father said. "We can't help her if she's in some type of trouble."

"You can't do anything to help. Asuka wants to do this on her own. She has to. She promised...she made a promise that everything will be fine," Kai started.

"How do you know her?" Kai didn't answer the male. "Kai." Tyson's father gave the boy a stern look that Kai knew they would pester him about until he told them. Walking to the window, Kai sighed, looking out at the snow. He remembered when Asuka helped him and Tala build their first snowman, or how to give a perfect launch.

"We grew up together. Asuka, her brother Hikaru, Tala, Bryan, Ian, Spencer, and I, we all grew up together at the abbey. She was six when she came there, a year older than Tala, Spencer, and I. Hikaru was eight at the time. Their parents died in a car accident. I'm not sure when she left the abbey, it was some time after I left, so I don't have a real clue. The reason Boris took her and her brother in is because...her name is Asuka Balcov." There was silence in the room except for Maseo's soft crying, as all eyes fell on Kai.

"You mean that...Boris is her uncle," Mr. Dickenson said. If Boris was that girl's uncle, did that mean that he would likely hurt her in anyway by the way Kai was acting?

"She went back because she has a few loose ends to tie up. We can't help her Boris won't allow it. He will just...just forget it. Asuka promised to return, and I know she will keep her promise." He just hoped that she didn't return in a body bag.

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Asuka felt her head snap against the cold floor, a yelp escaping her lips. Dots danced in front of her vision as she looked over to where Spencer was trying to get to her. "Stay there Spencer, I'm all right. Just watch over Bryan and Ian!" By now, Bryan was holding his ribs from a few kicks to the mid section, Asuka had tried to help, but they tossed her away like a rag doll. With a wince, she sat up, blinking the blood from her eyes as she looked over to where the male with fair hair leaned against a wall, choking up blood. Ian was next to him, fear in his eyes.

"Asuka," Ian said.

"Just stay with him," Asuka shouted, making her way to her feet before finding a boot square in the chest. All her breath left her body, tossing her back once more. Above her, the guard she first smacked, smirked as he kneeled down, pulling her into a kneeling position by her hair.

"You're a tough little bitch aren't you?" he said, his voice thick with want, leaning down so they were nose to nose. She could feel his hot breath, felt sick from the rancid odor. "If I had my way, you would never leave my bed. I bet you're tight, aren't you? Probably still a virgin, huh?"

"Fuck off!" she spat in his face. The male's face turned bright red as he shoved her to the ground, buckling his pants.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Dostoevsky? If Director Balcov finds that you..." one of the guards started, noticing the officer climbing over the girl pinning her to the ground. She continued to stare up at him with defiance.

"What do you think I'm doing? It's not like Director Balcov will know, he'll be too busy with his play toy," the male named Dostoevsky stated. "I'm going to teach her the lessons of humiliation. Let's see how good she is at handling something like this." The man leaned down to kiss Asuka, the girl struggling to get free. "Bukharin, grab her hands, so I can see what I'm working with."

The officer addressed was a young man of about twenty-two. He stared at his superior as the man tried to pin the girl to the ground and kiss her. He knew this wasn't right, but it was a job, a good paying job. He couldn't loss it because of what he felt. Pushing his feelings to the side, he went over to where his superior officer was, taking hold of the girl's arms. Officer Dostoevsky crept his hands under her shirt, tightly squeezing her breasts.

"That's right how do you like that," the male said, moving his hands down her stomach as he leaned in to kiss her, but unexpected, she leaned up and clamped on to his neck, bearing her teeth into the flesh. Above her the male howled as she continued to clamp on, breaking the skin and blood trickled down. Violent Russian curses escaped his mouth, as he tried pulling her from his neck, but she was like a rabid dog and the more he pulled, the tighter she sank her teeth in. "Bukharin, hit her with your club!"

"Yes sir!" Releasing the girl's arms, he pulled out his club, striking her in the back of the head. This only made her clamp on tighter, refusing to let go. The male again hit her on order of his superior officer, still Asuka refused to let go. In fact, she bit down harder. Blood dribbled from the corners of her mouth, sliding down her chin.

"Hit her fucking harder!" Dostoevsky howled, knowing if they didn't get her off him, she might just rip out muscle he forciably tried yanking her away. "Hit her in the back of her throat!"

"But sir! If I hit her in the throat, her windpipes," Bukharin stated.

"That's right, Dostoevsky," another officer joined in the conversation while his buddies beat the other three Demolition Boys. "Hit her in the wrong space, windpipes are gone. Then Director Balcov will have your ass."

"Fuck you, Gorbachev," Dostoevsky swore. Looking down, he found the girl glaring up at him, defiance in her eyes. "You little cunt, you think I care if Balcov is your uncle." Pulling out his club, he smacked her one good time in the skull with his club. Gasping from the pain, she let go, but then was caught in the face with the weapon. The pain of the club coming across the bridge of her nose, cheek, and her left eye was enough to drop her to the floor, holding her face.

"Did you have to hit her in the face sir?" Bukharin inquired, watching the girl curl into a ball, holding her face. Her body rocked with silent cries she declined to let go.

"I should have hit her harder," Dostoevsky sneered, kicking Asuka in the side before storming away from her to tend to his bleeding neck. Bukharin stood there, looking at the girl shaking from the massive wave of pain that must be spreading through her face. Getting down on one knee, he turned her onto her back, pulling her hands away. Tears streamed down her face as swelling began to occur. Her eyes was already red from a star that the blow must have caused, blood trickling out her nose was mixing with the tears that she shed.

With a grimace, the young man picked up the girl, taking her away from the others to go get some help. "Why?" Asuka managed a choked reply.

The young officer stared down at the girl who looked at him with curiosity. She had to be no more than sixteen or seventeen from the looks of it. It was hard to believe she was Director Balcov's niece. It didn't seem real, maybe because of the treatment she was receiving. The young officer had a younger sister in fact, he didn't think he could take having this happen to her, standing by, not doing a thing to save her from such horrendous treatment. With a short smile, he gave her a sympathetic smile. "You remind me of my little sister, Anya."

"You don't belong here," Asuka choked.

"Don't talk. You'll only choke more. Rest...I'm sorry," he whispered, seeing the pain deep in her eyes. Hating the fact he could do nothing for her. It would not only be his job, but his life and that of his own sister's if he got involved with this girl. He couldn't risk it. It was hard living on your own with a sister to provide for. But it was an even greater weight that he would leave this girl in this place, go to his safe home and unknowing sister and have to forget all about this girl and the things he did and saw that day.

Asuka stared up at him for a long time before her eyes closed from the burning pain that swept one corner of her face to the other. She didn't realized she had slipped into unconsciousness until she came to on a table, a cool pack against her left eye, and cushion around her nose. Sitting up, she felt the full effects of the beating she got. Beating...she was taken away from Spencer and the others!

"Take it easy," a soft voice said beside the table. Turning her attention to that area, she found the young man from before. His dark green eyes slightly hid behind dark brown hair. Asuka realized it was the same male that took her away from the Demolition Boys when the other officer hit her in the face with the club. "The doctors said that you were lucky your nose didn't break."

For a long second, Asuka stared at the male that was smiling at her. Turning her eyes away from him, she stared down at the bruises on her arms. "Arigato...ano...gokurousama." (Translation: "Thank you...well...I appreciate your efforts.")

"I didn't know you spoke Japanese," Bukharin said with a smile. "I studied the language for a year or two back in college. I was going there with my sister. Her name's Anya, watakushi no namae wa, Nicholai Bukharin." (Translation: "my name is...")

"Mine is Asuka."

"Asuka. You must be part Japanese then. You have both accents," Bukharin smiled.

"Tell me...the others, are they all right?" She stared at the male whose eyes went dark immediately. He really didn't belong working at the abbey. His heart was still warm, unlike the many individuals her uncle hired. He had a sister maybe her age or younger. He apologized for what he was made to do...no...this place wasn't a place for someone like him.

"Director Balcov ordered for the other officers to stop once you were hit. The officer that...he was put to death by your uncle, then he ordered me to watch over you," Bukharin said. "I told him that I would become your personal guard if it was okay with him. He granted me permission until further orders. I'm supposed to show you to your room when you awaken. Are you okay to move, Asuka?"

"Hai," she whispered. "Doshite? Bukharin-san wa tasukeru imasu ka?" (Translation: "Why? Why are you helping me?")

"I told you, you remind me of my younger sister. She's about your age you are sixteen, aren't you? She's fifteen now, her birthday was last month," Bukharin said. "Now come on." Asuka lowered her face, refusing to allow him to see her tears that she forced back once more. She was going to be strong. She wasn't about to let him see her tears.

Maybe...things can be different. Could there be a chance that he was sent as an angel from my parents? Can I finally end everything for good this time? Only time would tell, and that was something she had very little of. It would only be a matter of time before her world collapsed around her.