Part 6: Bad to Worse
Stepping next to the door, Otaru paused, listening. Luckily, there was no one
else in the hallway to question him as to why he had his ear pressed tightly to
the door. Although it was closed, he could hear the faint sound of familiar
voice from inside. He could just barely make out Mitsurugi screaming at his
father about something, catching only bits of the words. The older man's voice
was inaudible if he replied.
Otaru frowned, trying to peice together the words that reached beyond the door.
From what he had heard earlier, Hanagata usually wouldn't allow Mitsurugi to
talk back. Why would he suddenly allow the youth to scream now, when he wouldn't
earlier?
"Please, Daddy, stop! It hurts!"
All at once, with those words torn from Mitsurugi's chest, like a bucket of ice
pouring over his head, Otaru realized what was going on. His stomach dropped to
his feet and he was frozen in place when he heard the sound of not one, but two
bodies dropping to the ground. A table was overturned, the sound of shattering
plates filling the air, but not drowning Mitsuragi's cries.
Before he knew what he was doing, Otaru's body moved. He threw open the door so
hard it nearly broke from the hinges. With the same suddeness that had sent him
into the room, Otaru's body froze in place barely a second later as the scene
before him came into view.
Mitsurugi, sprawled out on his stomach, face twisted in fear and agony. There
were tears streaming down his cheeks, pooling on the floor below him. His father
was poised above him, in the process of tearing Mitsurugi's shirt from his
trembling form. One hand was wrapped around the youth's neck. Hanagata's head
snapped up when Otaru entered, a feirce scowl on his face. There wasn't even a
shred of remorse, guilt, or even lust. Other than the scowl, he might as well of
been staring out a window for all the emotion on his face.
Jerking his body forward, Otaru pulled his arm back and sent his fist flying
into the adult's face with a crunch he felt all the way to his shoulder. It felt
good, although not as good as the sight of Hanagata falling backward onto the
floor and staying there. Apparently, the other man had never been much of a
fighter.
Mitsurugi's body tensed when Otaru touched his shoulder, his face turned away.
"Hanagata, we should get out of here while we can. Can you stand?" he asked, his
voice quiet.
Still, the other refused to look at him or speak. Not knowing if it was because
he was ashamed or in shock, Otaru slipped his arms around Mitsurugi's shaking
body and picked the other up. He was glad that Mitsurugi was so scrawny,
otherwise he might of had trouble.
Turning, he saw two marionettes at the door and froze. However, neither of the
female robots even looked at him, muchless moved. They'd been there the entire
time and hadn't shifted at all. Not during Hanagata's attempted rape of his son,
or during Otaru's interferrance. As strange as it seemed to him, if they weren't
there for security reasons, Otaru refused to think of a different one.
Wordlessly, he carried Hanagata through the hallways until he had returned to
his room. All the while, he'd kept a careful eye out for security or servants.
Where ever they were, it wasn't at this part of the house. The first break of
luck Otaru'd had since arriving.
When he walked into his bedroom, the girls jumped up from the table. What was
left of the meal was immediately forgotten. Mitsurugi had hidden his face
against Otaru's neck, but the jerking tremors in his body were still obvious.
"I'm going to calm him down and talk to him. I want the three of you to head to
your rooms for a bit, okay? I'll come and get you later," he said.
"Are you sure, Otaru-sama?" Cherry questioned.
Taking a deep breath, Otaru nodded. Their spirits lacking their usual energy,
the three marionettes made their way from the room. Once they were gone, Otaru
set Mitsurugi down on his bed and leaned over the other.
Broken eyes suddenly latched onto his own. "Are you going to finish what my
father started?" he asked, his voice half of a laugh and half of a sob.
Otaru's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Don't say such stupid things! What
makes you think that I would do something like that to you?" he exclaimed,
realizing too late that yelling was not the best thing to do at this time.
Mitsurugi's eyes fell away and he turned onto his side, his back facing Otaru.
"Of course. Why would you want to touch me, now that you know? Although, I
wouldn't mind if you did. Maybe your touch would be different. I'll probably
never find out now," he whispered.
Reaching out, Otaru placed his hand on Mitsurugi's shoulder, feeling it tense.
"Hanagata, I didn't mean it that way. I'm not disgusted with you. Why would you
think that? I'm just upset over having to find out this way. I thought that, if
nothing else, you would trust me enough to tell me about something like this?"
he replied.
"Why?" Mitsurugi demanded. "So you can be just as disgusted with me as I am with
myself? I never wanted anyone to know. Especially not you."
"Maybe I can help?" Otaru offered.
There was a few moments of silence before he felt Mitsurugi sigh. "How would you
help? There is nothing that can be done. My fate was signed the day I was
created. My father has a sick way of keeping control in the family. There is
nothing that can be done about it."
Otaru shook his head despite the fact that the other wasn't looking at him. "I
refuse to believe such a thing. You're the most egotistical and arrogant person
that I know! How can you let something like this happen to yourself? I never
would of thought that you would put up with something like that. You've got too
much pride. Why haven't you left?" Otaru pressed.
Mitsurugi sat up and spun around so quickly that Otaru jumped slightly. Hard
eyes met his and he saw the other's face contort into a feirce scowl. "And leave
Yumeji open for the same treatment which I am given? My father will leave Yumeji
alone so long as I remain. I'm not going to sacrifice my brother," he stated.
It was the bravest thing that Otaru had ever heard Mitsurugi say, and he felt
tears suddenly come to his eyes. Honestly, he never would of imagined Mitsurugi
to say something like that. He'd expected the usual answers of abused children.
Their parents were too strong, theirselves were too weak, and so on. Although
Otaru had the feeling that was part of it, he couldn't help but be amaised by
the fact that Hanagata would protect his brother like that.
Although, once he thought about it, it wasn't much of a surprise. Although
Mitsurugi was mostly interested in only himself, willing to sacrifice almost
anyone if it meant his own preservation, Yumeji was an acception. The two
brother's were obviously close and, although Mitsurugi used his brother on
occasion, he'd never done anything to harm the child. Otaru could remember times
in the past when Hanagata had nearly had a nervous breakdown when Yumeji was in
danger. Not suitable material to save his brother, but evidence enough of
brotherly love.
"I understand," Otaru said quietly.
All at once, the fight drained out of Mitsurugi and he flung his arms around
Otaru. The youth braced himself automatically for gropes or kisses or come-ons.
He felt like a first class asshole for the reaction when he felt the sobs
tearing from Mitsurugi's form. Otaru was shocked with himself for being so
shallow. Closing his eyes against his own tears, Otaru held the other's form
closer, making soothing noises as Mitsurugi sobbed.
It might of been minutes or hours later when Mitsurugi finally quieted down.
Otaru shifted slightly, shifting Mitsurugi until he was laying back on the bed
again. The blond had fallen asleep, snoring softly already.
Otaru looked down at him for a long moment before climbing to his feet. The
girls deserved an explination. Perhaps, if the four of them put their heads
together, they could help the blond out. No matter how much Otaru disliked
Mitsurugi, there was no way he was going to allow this to continue.
He just hoped they came up with a plan before Hanagata Kamatarou came looking
for them.
TBC
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Stepping next to the door, Otaru paused, listening. Luckily, there was no one
else in the hallway to question him as to why he had his ear pressed tightly to
the door. Although it was closed, he could hear the faint sound of familiar
voice from inside. He could just barely make out Mitsurugi screaming at his
father about something, catching only bits of the words. The older man's voice
was inaudible if he replied.
Otaru frowned, trying to peice together the words that reached beyond the door.
From what he had heard earlier, Hanagata usually wouldn't allow Mitsurugi to
talk back. Why would he suddenly allow the youth to scream now, when he wouldn't
earlier?
"Please, Daddy, stop! It hurts!"
All at once, with those words torn from Mitsurugi's chest, like a bucket of ice
pouring over his head, Otaru realized what was going on. His stomach dropped to
his feet and he was frozen in place when he heard the sound of not one, but two
bodies dropping to the ground. A table was overturned, the sound of shattering
plates filling the air, but not drowning Mitsuragi's cries.
Before he knew what he was doing, Otaru's body moved. He threw open the door so
hard it nearly broke from the hinges. With the same suddeness that had sent him
into the room, Otaru's body froze in place barely a second later as the scene
before him came into view.
Mitsurugi, sprawled out on his stomach, face twisted in fear and agony. There
were tears streaming down his cheeks, pooling on the floor below him. His father
was poised above him, in the process of tearing Mitsurugi's shirt from his
trembling form. One hand was wrapped around the youth's neck. Hanagata's head
snapped up when Otaru entered, a feirce scowl on his face. There wasn't even a
shred of remorse, guilt, or even lust. Other than the scowl, he might as well of
been staring out a window for all the emotion on his face.
Jerking his body forward, Otaru pulled his arm back and sent his fist flying
into the adult's face with a crunch he felt all the way to his shoulder. It felt
good, although not as good as the sight of Hanagata falling backward onto the
floor and staying there. Apparently, the other man had never been much of a
fighter.
Mitsurugi's body tensed when Otaru touched his shoulder, his face turned away.
"Hanagata, we should get out of here while we can. Can you stand?" he asked, his
voice quiet.
Still, the other refused to look at him or speak. Not knowing if it was because
he was ashamed or in shock, Otaru slipped his arms around Mitsurugi's shaking
body and picked the other up. He was glad that Mitsurugi was so scrawny,
otherwise he might of had trouble.
Turning, he saw two marionettes at the door and froze. However, neither of the
female robots even looked at him, muchless moved. They'd been there the entire
time and hadn't shifted at all. Not during Hanagata's attempted rape of his son,
or during Otaru's interferrance. As strange as it seemed to him, if they weren't
there for security reasons, Otaru refused to think of a different one.
Wordlessly, he carried Hanagata through the hallways until he had returned to
his room. All the while, he'd kept a careful eye out for security or servants.
Where ever they were, it wasn't at this part of the house. The first break of
luck Otaru'd had since arriving.
When he walked into his bedroom, the girls jumped up from the table. What was
left of the meal was immediately forgotten. Mitsurugi had hidden his face
against Otaru's neck, but the jerking tremors in his body were still obvious.
"I'm going to calm him down and talk to him. I want the three of you to head to
your rooms for a bit, okay? I'll come and get you later," he said.
"Are you sure, Otaru-sama?" Cherry questioned.
Taking a deep breath, Otaru nodded. Their spirits lacking their usual energy,
the three marionettes made their way from the room. Once they were gone, Otaru
set Mitsurugi down on his bed and leaned over the other.
Broken eyes suddenly latched onto his own. "Are you going to finish what my
father started?" he asked, his voice half of a laugh and half of a sob.
Otaru's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Don't say such stupid things! What
makes you think that I would do something like that to you?" he exclaimed,
realizing too late that yelling was not the best thing to do at this time.
Mitsurugi's eyes fell away and he turned onto his side, his back facing Otaru.
"Of course. Why would you want to touch me, now that you know? Although, I
wouldn't mind if you did. Maybe your touch would be different. I'll probably
never find out now," he whispered.
Reaching out, Otaru placed his hand on Mitsurugi's shoulder, feeling it tense.
"Hanagata, I didn't mean it that way. I'm not disgusted with you. Why would you
think that? I'm just upset over having to find out this way. I thought that, if
nothing else, you would trust me enough to tell me about something like this?"
he replied.
"Why?" Mitsurugi demanded. "So you can be just as disgusted with me as I am with
myself? I never wanted anyone to know. Especially not you."
"Maybe I can help?" Otaru offered.
There was a few moments of silence before he felt Mitsurugi sigh. "How would you
help? There is nothing that can be done. My fate was signed the day I was
created. My father has a sick way of keeping control in the family. There is
nothing that can be done about it."
Otaru shook his head despite the fact that the other wasn't looking at him. "I
refuse to believe such a thing. You're the most egotistical and arrogant person
that I know! How can you let something like this happen to yourself? I never
would of thought that you would put up with something like that. You've got too
much pride. Why haven't you left?" Otaru pressed.
Mitsurugi sat up and spun around so quickly that Otaru jumped slightly. Hard
eyes met his and he saw the other's face contort into a feirce scowl. "And leave
Yumeji open for the same treatment which I am given? My father will leave Yumeji
alone so long as I remain. I'm not going to sacrifice my brother," he stated.
It was the bravest thing that Otaru had ever heard Mitsurugi say, and he felt
tears suddenly come to his eyes. Honestly, he never would of imagined Mitsurugi
to say something like that. He'd expected the usual answers of abused children.
Their parents were too strong, theirselves were too weak, and so on. Although
Otaru had the feeling that was part of it, he couldn't help but be amaised by
the fact that Hanagata would protect his brother like that.
Although, once he thought about it, it wasn't much of a surprise. Although
Mitsurugi was mostly interested in only himself, willing to sacrifice almost
anyone if it meant his own preservation, Yumeji was an acception. The two
brother's were obviously close and, although Mitsurugi used his brother on
occasion, he'd never done anything to harm the child. Otaru could remember times
in the past when Hanagata had nearly had a nervous breakdown when Yumeji was in
danger. Not suitable material to save his brother, but evidence enough of
brotherly love.
"I understand," Otaru said quietly.
All at once, the fight drained out of Mitsurugi and he flung his arms around
Otaru. The youth braced himself automatically for gropes or kisses or come-ons.
He felt like a first class asshole for the reaction when he felt the sobs
tearing from Mitsurugi's form. Otaru was shocked with himself for being so
shallow. Closing his eyes against his own tears, Otaru held the other's form
closer, making soothing noises as Mitsurugi sobbed.
It might of been minutes or hours later when Mitsurugi finally quieted down.
Otaru shifted slightly, shifting Mitsurugi until he was laying back on the bed
again. The blond had fallen asleep, snoring softly already.
Otaru looked down at him for a long moment before climbing to his feet. The
girls deserved an explination. Perhaps, if the four of them put their heads
together, they could help the blond out. No matter how much Otaru disliked
Mitsurugi, there was no way he was going to allow this to continue.
He just hoped they came up with a plan before Hanagata Kamatarou came looking
for them.
TBC
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