Short A/U: Just to clear some things up, the italicized words in this chapter are NOT thoughts, since I think I've made them thoughts in the past.
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Under the Same Roof chapter Ten---
It was so quiet. So utterly quiet, where was everyone? What were they doing to keep so quiet? He did admit he was curious, but there was no way he was going to actually leave his room to go see if anyone was even home. Maybe they had left, and that's why it was so silent. Or, perhaps some psycho killer had sneaked into the house and killed everyone.
No, the chances of that happening were very slim, and he did admit to himself that he would care for one person if they were to be killed, but no one else. Besides, someone would have screamed or something.
All this ran through Riku's head as he rolled onto his stomach, still lazily spread out across his bed. He was bored, and it was eerily silent. Sure it unnerved him, but only a little.
Riku needed.... something. He knew he needed something, it was a craving, but he didn't know what would satisfy his craving. He had injected another dose of heroin in his arm some time ago, he wasn't sure how long ago it had been, and knew if he injected more that wouldn't satisfy the urge.
He didn't feel like smoking one of the cigarettes he had stole from Johnson's pack, and wasn't going to chance going downstairs to grab some form of alcohol.
Then, it hit him. Perhaps it wasn't what his mind or blood needed, it was what his body needed. That thought sent chills down his spine.
"He's not right, he's not right. He'll never be right. He's wrong," Riku chanted to himself softly, his eyes closed as he clutched at one of his pillows.
Snapping his head up when he heard someone knocking on his door, the silver haired teen quickly wiped at one stray tear that managed to escape his eye, before he got off his bed, and went to see who was at his door.
Opening the door, only to find no one, but feel something wrap it's arms around his waist, Riku looked down. "You know, Roku, for a ten year old, you're kind of short..."
A pout quickly adorned his younger sister's lips, and she stared up at him. "You should come downstairs and watch a movie with the rest of us," she said, as her blue eyes caught a bit of light from the hall and seemed to sparkle. With that effect, Riku would probably never be able to resist anything his sister asked of him, or suggested.
However, he seemed to manage half the time. Sure, it was hard to tell the one person who actually meant something to him, 'no'. However, if he didn't she would be mixed up in the ordeal he was caught up in now.
Like when she asks, 'What's wrong, Riku?' it was best for Riku to give Roku the cold shoulder and go somewhere else. He couldn't let someone like Roku get mixed up in his problems, or even know about what went on when she was asleep in her room, and when his mother wasn't able to 'hear things going on upstairs'.
"No, I'm busy at the moment, and I don't feel like going down there anyway." He so casually brushed his sister off, unwrapping her arms from around him, and pushing her away lightly.
Roku pouted, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes. She knew how to get what she wanted, and she wanted Riku downstairs with her and the others, to watch another movie. Giving a slight sniffle, to progress things faster a notch, Roku sucked in a sharp, tiny breath.
Eyes widening at the scene unfolding in front of him, Riku silently cursed himself inwardly. Then, he leaned down to level himself with his younger sister, and placed a hand on her head.
"Alright, alright, I'll go downstairs. Just, just stop with the teary eyes, okay?"
Acting well, Roku slowly smiled, making sure to not show her eagerness quickly. She had learned that if she let Riku know she had been faking, he would get angry with her and stomp off somewhere, then not talk with her for quite a while.
The two walked downstairs, Riku's hand held tightly in Roku's small one. The young girl gave herself a mental victory party, congratulating herself on a job well done. It had been a while since she had made Riku do something with her, let alone the whole family, so this was a pretty big thing to her.
Riku cringed slightly when he noticed that everyone was indeed downstairs, everyone including Johnson.... Casting a glare at his mother, who was cuddled next to Johnson with his arm wrapped around her, Riku went to sit on the floor next to Sora, but was pulled towards the couch, by his younger sister, where his mother and Johnson sat instead.
"Oh, Roku, why don't you come sit on my lap," he heard his mother say. It wasn't really a question, but that gave him the chance to turn around once Roku had let go of his hand. Riku was about to walk over next to Sora and sit down, but then he heard that sickening voice that sent chills down his spine.
"Riku, why don't you come sit up here, with your family?" Johnson just happened to suggest. Not sure if he should take the chance of declining or not, Riku stood still for a few seconds, before he slowly walked over, squeezing himself in between the couch arm and Johnson.
He didn't like how close he was to Johnson, and so pressed himself as close to the arm of the couch, and away from the man, as possible. However, he could still feel parts of Johnson's body.
Johnson pressed play on the remote control, and the movie started. No one said a word, not even Roku, during the previews for other movies. This slightly annoyed Riku since they were just previews, nothing else. However, he also stayed silent.
He inwardly groaned when he saw what movie they were watching. To him, it was somewhat of a chick-flick. Well, to Riku, Raising Helen was a chick-flick. Although he did admit he had never seen the whole movie, just parts. But, it still wasn't a movie he'd watch if he hadn't told Roku yes.
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Somewhere not too far into the movie, Roku had fallen asleep and Lilly excused herself to put her daughter in bed, and lie down with her till she fall asleep. Hinoki, had also left earlier, and Sora was half asleep on the floor. It might as well have been just Riku and Johnson at the moment. Riku didn't like that fact at all.
Intaking a sharp, quick breath, Riku straightened slightly when he felt a hand snake around his waist, and then creep up his shirt. This stilled Riku completely, and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and block the touch out. It seemed he couldn't though.
"Sora, why don't you go to bed now, the movie is practically over with anyway," Johnson said, while turning off the television. "Besides, it is late."
Swallowing hard, Riku clenched his mouth shut. He had an urge to quietly beg Sora to say, but he didn't....
Sora just slowly nodded, and got up from the floor, slowly getting to his feet, Sora then exited the living room to make his way down into the basement for some needed sleep. He didn't even look back, not even once, and it was then Riku craved to see those innocent blue eyes look back. But what point was there in hoping for something that wouldn't happen?
Maybe if Riku had said something, he could have held another night with Johnson off for one night... But, maybe the night after would just be rougher than usual, and Riku was too scared to himself to admit that.
Getting up from the couch, he jumped slightly when he felt Johnson's hand slap his ass playfully, but painful as well. Riku's eyes became sad, but he didn't look back at the horrible man to let him see. All he did was walk straight up to his room. He almost sighed in relief when he heard Johnson walk into the kitchen, but he didn't.
He knew Johnson wanted him tonight, Johnson had made him feel it during one part of the movie, when Lilly, Roku, and Hinoki were gone. And Sora was too dumb and into the movie to have noticed what was going on behind him.
So, Riku would just have to face the fact. He could never get away from Johnson.... Ever.Because,when had anyone,in all of mankind's history, escaped the Devil?
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Riku was thrown onto the bed, hissing when his head connected with the wooden headboard. Tons of tiny spots of light flickered in his mind from the impact, and his vision blurred for a second. He then clenched his eyes shut, not wanting to look at the nightmare before him.
"Open your fucking eyes," the thing that could only have been made from evil growled at him. However, Riku kept his eyes shut.
'I don't want to look at him, this is just some kind of bad dream. My whole life has been one big horrible nightmare,' he thought to himself.
Angry the boy hadn't looked at him, the evil man drunkenly staggered over to the four post bed. Then, he reached out a hand and grabbed a fistful of silver hair before jerking Riku's head up.
Riku felt, could smell, and almost even taste the liquor on the monster's breath. It sickened him. Even if he had drank a few times himself, the smell of the alcohol from the demonic monster's breath simply sickened him. It made him feel like vomiting, but knew he would simply get even more abused if he did so, so he kept the bile down in his throat.
"Heh, you're so pretty, almost like a girl. My little doll, that I can play with anytime I want, and never get tired of."
Shivering at the words, Riku tried to push the thing away from him, he wanted the eerie silence from earlier... he wanted anything but this. He didn't want to see the gleam in those dark eyes, and didn't like knowing what was going to happen just because of it.
Grimacing in disgust, and not liking the chill that ran down his spine when a tongue swiped at his lips, Riku made another attempt to push Johnson away.
He didn't understand why he suddenly struggled. Hadn't he given up doing that a long time ago? He had known it was pointless to struggle, since that just excited the wicked man even more. Also, Riku was simply too weak to escape the older man, not that he could ever get away from him anyway.
"Why are you struggling, Riku?" Johnson growled. Then, ever so slowly, a sickening satisfied grin crawled onto his lips. "Are you struggling because you've finally realized you like what I do to you?"
Turning as white as his sheets from those words, Riku tried even harder to get the man off him. However, his struggles only brought him more pain as Johnson tugged at his hair again, while one hand slowly raked it's way down his stomach.
"Why continue to struggle? You know you want it, and you need it, so why keep on fighting me, Riku?"
Beneath him, Johnson felt the body beneath him slowly become almost lifeless. That was all it took for a satisfied smile to plaster itself on Johnson's lips.
From that point on, there was no resisting, nor any words as Johnson slowly stripped himself and the silver haired teen.
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Much later that night, Riku found himself leaving the now unsafe warmth of his blankets to take a shower. He was disgusted with himself, disgusted that he had let Johnson's words get to him... what he said wasn't true. There was no way it was possible.
"I need to burn my sheets later or something...." Riku mumbled to himself absently, not even bothering to get dressed or grab some clothes for when he got out of the shower. Besides, who would possible be up at -
Riku had to take a brief moment to glance back at the small clock that rest on his desk in the corner. Then let himself nod slightly. Who would be up at 4:10 in the morning? Absolutely no one.
So, he left his room and walked across the hall to the bathroom, intent on taking a long, and much needed shower.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Sora had woken up hungry and was getting a small snack from the kitchen. He had forgotten he hadn't ate anything while watching the movies, and decided since he woke up because of his stomach, it was better to satisfy it sooner than later.
A small yawn escaped, and Sora rubbed his eyes to try and keep himself awake for now. He didn't want to pass out on the Inakura's kitchen floor. So, Sora quickly made a simple BLT sandwich, grabbing a glass of juice to go with it, and sat at the table taking a bite from his sandwich.
"I wonder how much longer we're staying here..." Sora pondered to himself, while chewing a piece of his BLT thoughtfully. "I think we've been here for... meh, somewhere around a week."
Eating his snack in silence, Sora just leaned against the counter, and thought about random things. What random things you ask, who knows.
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Riku gasped in the middle of washing his hair, he washed one hand free of any shampoo, and felt the skin below his eye. Sure, his face had already gotten wet from the warm water of his shower, but for some reason he knew he was crying. And Riku didn't want to admit that...
What reason did he have to cry right now? Johnson had been raping him for months... Why suddenly start crying in the shower now? Yes, he hurt. Ever bruise, bite, scar, anything that man left hurt.
"Dammit," Riku cursed softly, both his arms were stretched out, supporting him against the wall as his head hung low, and the water droplets hit his head softly.
He remembered every detail now... could imagine it all in his mind; what had happened not too long ago. Earlier he had almost been unaware, and now it seemed it was coming back to remind him on what he had missed.
( If you want to read the lemony-ish, rape-ish scene that is here, go find it at ony of my LJ's. Under the username YuramekiTenshi, or Tamafiction )
Hearing the bathroom door creak open, Riku was jerked roughly out of his thoughts, and he then noticed something.
"Shit...." He had forgotten to draw the curtain around shower, and it was too late to do so now, since he could tell the blue eyes were already scanning over his body. Those eyes were already eying every bruise, scratch, bite, everything...
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End A/U: Err....wow, after writing that now I feel like I kinda wish I had used Ansem instead of Johnson O.o;
Thank you everyone who reviewed in the last chapter! You should do it again so I can be more confident and devoted to this story a little more ; And start the next chapter already. Muwahahha -claps hands together and cackles like a maniac-
