In this chapter : Hwoarang remembers painful events… implied shota-con.
A/N : WARNING: IMPLIED SHOTA-CON. Implied only. Meaning nothing, OH NOTHING, is described. Else it would get deleted, I know it. I don't like censorship, and I bet a lot of you don't like it either. But for the sake of this fic on this site, I have no choice but to do so. If you want the non-censored version, specify it in your review along with your e-mail address. The whole thing with that is supposed to last about three chapters, most of them will be flashbacks.
Reminiscence
Chapter 26 : From Hell to Heaven and back again, Part 1
And there it goes. "I'm gonna tell this story for the third of fourth time… and like I said last time, I hope this will be the last."
FLASHBACK
Nine-year-old Hwoarang ran in the hallway, as usual. The Taek Won Do lessons over, the child was now able to roam free around the house. Baek had decided to jump in the shower while waiting for the kid's babysitter. Usually the girl came in at six PM, and since she was sick, her father was the one to come tonight. He had rarely seen the other man, but when you have no choice... you have no choice.
"DAD! Someone's at the door!"
"Hold on." The father got out of the bathroom, tucking his white shirt in his black pants, hair still wet. "Ah... Mr. Ree!"
"Mina Joon talked a lot about this kid." He addressed a "Hello!" to Hwoarang, then turned back to Baek. "What a cute kid."
The redheaded child waved, flashing a big smile at the other Korean male. "Hello!"
"Alright" started Baek. "He has a Maths exercise to do-"
"Awwww... do I have to?!" Hwoarang pleaded, fluttering his eyelids to be even cuter, hoping to escape the dreaded work this way.
"I guess so, Hwoa. So yeah... Maths... then he got to take a bath; play time, then he's off to bed by nine, nine-thirty maximum. Got that Hwoarang? You listen to him; I don't want you to cause trouble, OK?"
He nodded and ran off in the hallway again, picking a toy plane from the floor and disappeared in the living room while making motor noises. The remaining males headed to the kitchen.
"He's not very quiet, but he's not much of a problem to watch over. The worse that could happen would probably be if he woke up after a nightmare. In that case, you should call me. Here's my cell phone number" Baek continued as he gave Dan Cho Ree a piece of paper. "He can eat about what he wants, but try to keep it low on sugar or he won't sleep. Other emergency numbers are on the fridge, don't count on him to tell them to you though... he's not the best person to deal with numbers."
Hwoarang was now in the kitchen with them, carefully listening to their conversation. "I don't like Maths..."
"Everybody's gotta do some, son. Don't worry; when you'll be older, you'll have the choice over everything you want."
"I'M GONNA GET MY BATH READY!!!"
"Maybe it'd be better if you'd do your homework first."
"OK, OK........." He got back in the kitchen, a few sheets and a pencil in hand.
Baek ruffled his long hair as he always did, before giving him a quick hug. "Well... have to run now. You're going to be a good kid, alright?"
"Alright. Bye bye daddy! Have fun!"
"I will. Good night, Hwoarang."
"BYE BYE!..... Not Maths... I don't like that. I'd like to learn Spanish instead."
Dan Cho sat in front of him, trying his best to help him out. He wasn't fond of that subject either; he liked handling cameras and recorders better than numbers.
When the exercises where over, the both of them relieved, it was already past seven fifteen PM. "Need help for your bath, kid?"
Hwoarang shook his head. "Nah... I can do that by myself, daddy taught me. And I'm nine." Upstairs he went, to gather clean underwear and his white and green pyjamas, to get back downstairs to the bathroom.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?"
"Sure."
"Not even with your back?"
Once again, he shook his head and rolled his eyes at the same time. For a nine-year-old, independency seemed to be something he held on to. He finally gave up. "Ok with my back."
In the bathroom, the kid undressed himself as his guardian filled the white bath with warm water. It was rather... odd... about getting naked with someone that wasn't of his family. Especially that the male tended to look at him a bit too much. After, Hwaorang quickly got in, searching for the washing cloth, not finding it anywhere. As he was about to give up, he felt a hand covered with what appeared to be the missing piece of material on his back. He tried to relax, but it was harder now that the hand was on his arm, then on the other one.
"I can do it by myself..." he said. "Daddy lets me."
"Yeah but... it'll be faster this way, then you'll have more time to play."
"I want to do it on my own!"
"Fine then. I'll just make sure you wash everywhere." The older Korean dropped the cloth in the bath before sitting on the toilet. The child picked it up, still under the heavy looks of his babysitter, and proceeded to wash his lean torso, long legs, hair and the rest.
Once Dan Cho helped his young "protég" to dry and to dress - much to Hwoarang's annoyance - they exited the bathroom to the playroom.
"Hey... stay there for a sec. Mina Joon asked me to film you so she can show how cute and nice you are to her friends. I'll get my camcorder in the car, OK?"
"Alright! Can I play with it after? Can I?"
The man chuckled. "We'll see that." He left the child, playing with his toys, which consisted of plushies, trucks and superheroes action figures. Dan Cho was back in no time. Camcorder in hand, he focused on the red-headed youth, just in time to capture the saving of a Lego™ town from a giant plush dinosaur attack. Satisfied with the result (only one multicoloured house had been destroyed), Hwoarang decided to take a pencil, a sheet and drew what looked like an older version of himself on a motorcycle.
"One day I'll drive one!" the child proudly said, showing his drawing to the recording device. "I'll go real fast! ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" Hwoarang sped up to the living room, where he laid on the floor to watch old cartoons, asking for a snack between Card Captor Sakura and Naruto. And when the latter ended…
"Time to go to bed, Hwoarang."
"Already? Awww… okay. LAST ONE IN MY BEDROOM IS A ROTTEN EGG!"
Still recording, Dan Cho caught up to him and lifted him up by the waist into his free arm. "Got ya!" Hwoarang giggled as he landed on his bed with a front flip.
"Can I do it again? Huh?"
"Next time, if you're a good boy tonight."
A bright smile appeared on the Korean kid's face. "Then I'll be good and make daddy proud! He told me that if I keep being a good Taek Won Do student I could become a champion just like him!"
"Alright. Now, you sleep, and Baek will come in when he gets back. Good night, Hwoarang!"
"Nite nite!"
The babysitter turned off the light in the pale blue room and was about to leave the door cracked open, but Hwoarang liked dark areas to sleep and asked him to shut it completely. To Dan Cho, this didn't assure the outcome of the night. If the kid slept like a log… it wouldn't be better then if he was a light sleeper…
About an hour later, the redheaded chills awoke slightly. He first wished to go back in his dream, where he was an adult Taek Won Do champion riding on his motorcycle. His eyes grew wide when a figure got over him and touched his cheek…
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"He's a real angel when he sleeps like that…" Hwoarang was now unconscious from the pain. The adult turned off the camcorder and smiled at the content of the tape. It'd make other people smile too. "Such an innocent kid…"
A door was closed in the house.
Baek.
"Dammit." There was no time wasted to gather the illicit material. Too bad he just couldn't really hide Hwoarang… blankets over him and his pyjamas would do the trick. He turned off the nightlight and headed downstairs. What explanation could he come up with for the bruises and the blood? And the things he was holding? The teeth marks on his own hand?
"So… how was the night?"
"Pretty good… but I-I-I gotta run off now. My daughter just called in and-and-and-and she's sick, and my wife's out of town so… I… need to go back."
"Don't forget to… zip your pants…" Baek pointed to the man's lower waist. "By the way… how much do I need to pay for your services?"
"Huh.. no-no-no-nothing. Anyways not now. I'll… I'll call if I ever need it."
"Something happened?"
The other man kept on stuttering. "My daughter's getting real sick… she kinda needs an ambulance or to be driven… and well, since my-my wi-wi-wife's out… I gotta go."
"Hey hey, hold on. Hwoarang wasn't too much of a problem, right?"
Dan Cho shook his head nervously, obviously thinking about what the heck the Taek Won Do master would say when he'd find his adoptive son in such a position. The thing is that he didn't have to wait…
A heart-wrenching scream was heard, then loud sobs.
"See ya later, and hope the kid's ok!"
"You're not going anywhere right now. Call an ambulance to your house from here."
"You-you-you don't get it, do you?! I HAVE TO GET BACK HOME!"
Baek shot him a death glare before closing the half-opened door behind the other Korean. "You're daughter will be fine. Else… there would be a call displayed on the phone." He paused. "What's on that cam by the way?"
Another scream.
"Come on… what's on it?"
Yet another scream.
"If you move from here… HOLD ON HWOARANG I'M COMING!" The taller man ran upstairs, turning left at Hwoarang's room. The scene inside was rather shocking.
The bed was tainted with blood and another white substance Baek couldn't – and didn't really want to – figure out what it was. The redheaded wasn't in it, but in a corner instead, holding his naked legs with his arms. From where he was, the father could see marks on his arms and face. "Oh my god… Hwoarang…"
There was a noise similar to a window being punched through, and then a high-pitched speed noise.
Dan Cho Ree has escaped.
Escaped from what looked like a rape scene.
A child rape scene.
Baek's first move was to gather a blanket and got closer to his son, whose eyes were wide open in fear. "Don't worry Hwoarang. I won't hurt you. You remember me, do you?"
"Daddy………"
"Yeah, it's me."
"He… he……… said he wasn't going to hurt me…… but he did anyways……"
"Shhhh… I know… he won't come back. He's gone."
Even though the father's voice was soothing, Hwoarang continued to sob and scream……
"He's gone…… oh…… my son…"
…To be continued…
A/N 2 : That was part 1. Part 2 is coming soon… I've never been fond of censorship. KEEP IN MIND THAT IT'S FICTION. I'm usually NOT into that sick stuff… but it's fiction. NOTHING HAPPENED! REALLY! I SWEAR! And well… even the characters don't exist. Next chapter will be "normal" if I can say so Oo;;. Ja ne!
A/N : WARNING: IMPLIED SHOTA-CON. Implied only. Meaning nothing, OH NOTHING, is described. Else it would get deleted, I know it. I don't like censorship, and I bet a lot of you don't like it either. But for the sake of this fic on this site, I have no choice but to do so. If you want the non-censored version, specify it in your review along with your e-mail address. The whole thing with that is supposed to last about three chapters, most of them will be flashbacks.
Chapter 26 : From Hell to Heaven and back again, Part 1
And there it goes. "I'm gonna tell this story for the third of fourth time… and like I said last time, I hope this will be the last."
FLASHBACK
Nine-year-old Hwoarang ran in the hallway, as usual. The Taek Won Do lessons over, the child was now able to roam free around the house. Baek had decided to jump in the shower while waiting for the kid's babysitter. Usually the girl came in at six PM, and since she was sick, her father was the one to come tonight. He had rarely seen the other man, but when you have no choice... you have no choice.
"DAD! Someone's at the door!"
"Hold on." The father got out of the bathroom, tucking his white shirt in his black pants, hair still wet. "Ah... Mr. Ree!"
"Mina Joon talked a lot about this kid." He addressed a "Hello!" to Hwoarang, then turned back to Baek. "What a cute kid."
The redheaded child waved, flashing a big smile at the other Korean male. "Hello!"
"Alright" started Baek. "He has a Maths exercise to do-"
"Awwww... do I have to?!" Hwoarang pleaded, fluttering his eyelids to be even cuter, hoping to escape the dreaded work this way.
"I guess so, Hwoa. So yeah... Maths... then he got to take a bath; play time, then he's off to bed by nine, nine-thirty maximum. Got that Hwoarang? You listen to him; I don't want you to cause trouble, OK?"
He nodded and ran off in the hallway again, picking a toy plane from the floor and disappeared in the living room while making motor noises. The remaining males headed to the kitchen.
"He's not very quiet, but he's not much of a problem to watch over. The worse that could happen would probably be if he woke up after a nightmare. In that case, you should call me. Here's my cell phone number" Baek continued as he gave Dan Cho Ree a piece of paper. "He can eat about what he wants, but try to keep it low on sugar or he won't sleep. Other emergency numbers are on the fridge, don't count on him to tell them to you though... he's not the best person to deal with numbers."
Hwoarang was now in the kitchen with them, carefully listening to their conversation. "I don't like Maths..."
"Everybody's gotta do some, son. Don't worry; when you'll be older, you'll have the choice over everything you want."
"I'M GONNA GET MY BATH READY!!!"
"Maybe it'd be better if you'd do your homework first."
"OK, OK........." He got back in the kitchen, a few sheets and a pencil in hand.
Baek ruffled his long hair as he always did, before giving him a quick hug. "Well... have to run now. You're going to be a good kid, alright?"
"Alright. Bye bye daddy! Have fun!"
"I will. Good night, Hwoarang."
"BYE BYE!..... Not Maths... I don't like that. I'd like to learn Spanish instead."
Dan Cho sat in front of him, trying his best to help him out. He wasn't fond of that subject either; he liked handling cameras and recorders better than numbers.
When the exercises where over, the both of them relieved, it was already past seven fifteen PM. "Need help for your bath, kid?"
Hwoarang shook his head. "Nah... I can do that by myself, daddy taught me. And I'm nine." Upstairs he went, to gather clean underwear and his white and green pyjamas, to get back downstairs to the bathroom.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?"
"Sure."
"Not even with your back?"
Once again, he shook his head and rolled his eyes at the same time. For a nine-year-old, independency seemed to be something he held on to. He finally gave up. "Ok with my back."
In the bathroom, the kid undressed himself as his guardian filled the white bath with warm water. It was rather... odd... about getting naked with someone that wasn't of his family. Especially that the male tended to look at him a bit too much. After, Hwaorang quickly got in, searching for the washing cloth, not finding it anywhere. As he was about to give up, he felt a hand covered with what appeared to be the missing piece of material on his back. He tried to relax, but it was harder now that the hand was on his arm, then on the other one.
"I can do it by myself..." he said. "Daddy lets me."
"Yeah but... it'll be faster this way, then you'll have more time to play."
"I want to do it on my own!"
"Fine then. I'll just make sure you wash everywhere." The older Korean dropped the cloth in the bath before sitting on the toilet. The child picked it up, still under the heavy looks of his babysitter, and proceeded to wash his lean torso, long legs, hair and the rest.
Once Dan Cho helped his young "protég" to dry and to dress - much to Hwoarang's annoyance - they exited the bathroom to the playroom.
"Hey... stay there for a sec. Mina Joon asked me to film you so she can show how cute and nice you are to her friends. I'll get my camcorder in the car, OK?"
"Alright! Can I play with it after? Can I?"
The man chuckled. "We'll see that." He left the child, playing with his toys, which consisted of plushies, trucks and superheroes action figures. Dan Cho was back in no time. Camcorder in hand, he focused on the red-headed youth, just in time to capture the saving of a Lego™ town from a giant plush dinosaur attack. Satisfied with the result (only one multicoloured house had been destroyed), Hwoarang decided to take a pencil, a sheet and drew what looked like an older version of himself on a motorcycle.
"One day I'll drive one!" the child proudly said, showing his drawing to the recording device. "I'll go real fast! ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" Hwoarang sped up to the living room, where he laid on the floor to watch old cartoons, asking for a snack between Card Captor Sakura and Naruto. And when the latter ended…
"Time to go to bed, Hwoarang."
"Already? Awww… okay. LAST ONE IN MY BEDROOM IS A ROTTEN EGG!"
Still recording, Dan Cho caught up to him and lifted him up by the waist into his free arm. "Got ya!" Hwoarang giggled as he landed on his bed with a front flip.
"Can I do it again? Huh?"
"Next time, if you're a good boy tonight."
A bright smile appeared on the Korean kid's face. "Then I'll be good and make daddy proud! He told me that if I keep being a good Taek Won Do student I could become a champion just like him!"
"Alright. Now, you sleep, and Baek will come in when he gets back. Good night, Hwoarang!"
"Nite nite!"
The babysitter turned off the light in the pale blue room and was about to leave the door cracked open, but Hwoarang liked dark areas to sleep and asked him to shut it completely. To Dan Cho, this didn't assure the outcome of the night. If the kid slept like a log… it wouldn't be better then if he was a light sleeper…
About an hour later, the redheaded chills awoke slightly. He first wished to go back in his dream, where he was an adult Taek Won Do champion riding on his motorcycle. His eyes grew wide when a figure got over him and touched his cheek…
----
"He's a real angel when he sleeps like that…" Hwoarang was now unconscious from the pain. The adult turned off the camcorder and smiled at the content of the tape. It'd make other people smile too. "Such an innocent kid…"
A door was closed in the house.
Baek.
"Dammit." There was no time wasted to gather the illicit material. Too bad he just couldn't really hide Hwoarang… blankets over him and his pyjamas would do the trick. He turned off the nightlight and headed downstairs. What explanation could he come up with for the bruises and the blood? And the things he was holding? The teeth marks on his own hand?
"So… how was the night?"
"Pretty good… but I-I-I gotta run off now. My daughter just called in and-and-and-and she's sick, and my wife's out of town so… I… need to go back."
"Don't forget to… zip your pants…" Baek pointed to the man's lower waist. "By the way… how much do I need to pay for your services?"
"Huh.. no-no-no-nothing. Anyways not now. I'll… I'll call if I ever need it."
"Something happened?"
The other man kept on stuttering. "My daughter's getting real sick… she kinda needs an ambulance or to be driven… and well, since my-my wi-wi-wife's out… I gotta go."
"Hey hey, hold on. Hwoarang wasn't too much of a problem, right?"
Dan Cho shook his head nervously, obviously thinking about what the heck the Taek Won Do master would say when he'd find his adoptive son in such a position. The thing is that he didn't have to wait…
A heart-wrenching scream was heard, then loud sobs.
"See ya later, and hope the kid's ok!"
"You're not going anywhere right now. Call an ambulance to your house from here."
"You-you-you don't get it, do you?! I HAVE TO GET BACK HOME!"
Baek shot him a death glare before closing the half-opened door behind the other Korean. "You're daughter will be fine. Else… there would be a call displayed on the phone." He paused. "What's on that cam by the way?"
Another scream.
"Come on… what's on it?"
Yet another scream.
"If you move from here… HOLD ON HWOARANG I'M COMING!" The taller man ran upstairs, turning left at Hwoarang's room. The scene inside was rather shocking.
The bed was tainted with blood and another white substance Baek couldn't – and didn't really want to – figure out what it was. The redheaded wasn't in it, but in a corner instead, holding his naked legs with his arms. From where he was, the father could see marks on his arms and face. "Oh my god… Hwoarang…"
There was a noise similar to a window being punched through, and then a high-pitched speed noise.
Dan Cho Ree has escaped.
Escaped from what looked like a rape scene.
A child rape scene.
Baek's first move was to gather a blanket and got closer to his son, whose eyes were wide open in fear. "Don't worry Hwoarang. I won't hurt you. You remember me, do you?"
"Daddy………"
"Yeah, it's me."
"He… he……… said he wasn't going to hurt me…… but he did anyways……"
"Shhhh… I know… he won't come back. He's gone."
Even though the father's voice was soothing, Hwoarang continued to sob and scream……
"He's gone…… oh…… my son…"
…To be continued…
A/N 2 : That was part 1. Part 2 is coming soon… I've never been fond of censorship. KEEP IN MIND THAT IT'S FICTION. I'm usually NOT into that sick stuff… but it's fiction. NOTHING HAPPENED! REALLY! I SWEAR! And well… even the characters don't exist. Next chapter will be "normal" if I can say so Oo;;. Ja ne!