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Chapter Six: Sakura and Omotashu

Tsukasa tried to blend in with the seat, pushing back as far as he could, fear running through him, tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked fearfully at the man in front of him, driving. He had come up to him at the water fountain and had said that if Tsukasa didn't come peacefully with him, he would kill him. Tsukasa had seen the gun in hand, and the malicious look in his eyes. He had obediently gone with him, not even looking back at Tomonori.

Now he was buckled in the back of his car, cheek stinging painfully where the man has slapped him. Tsukasa had started sobbing, and the man had slapped him hard saying that he needed complete silence to drive, and had asked the small child if he wanted them to crash and die. Tsukasa had managed to stop his sobs, and was now crying silently. The man looked at him in the review mirror.

"You're perfect; my wife will love you. I won't hurt you again as long as you don't start that ridiculous sobbing. My wife loves little children, especially blondes, and you look so much like a girl." Tsukasa say the panicked looked in the man's eyes before he looked back at the road. "You are a boy, aren't you? I forgot to check this time. Oh man, she's gonna kill me." Tsukasa swallowed trying to slow his tears.

"I-I'm a boy, sir," he said, voice trembling. The man let out of whoosh of air.

"That's a relief. My wife would kill me if a got a girl this time. We just had a girl, and she wanted a boy this time, but man that girl was horrid. Never did what we said, always complaining to go home. We got rid of her quick, but she got a new one today, just like I did." Tsukasa didn't say anything, remembering what the man said about needing silence. Obviously, his own voice didn't count as noise, and what did he mean that they got rid of the little girl? "You're not going to be like that, are you? I can tell. You're going to be a good boy, and survive." The man looked at Tsukasa in the rearview mirror again. Tsukasa, sensing the man wanted an answer, nodded. The man smiled at him, showing white teeth, but the smile held no warmth. Tsukasa was filled with dread as he smiled. "Yes, you're going to be a good boy."

Tomonori closed the door quietly, exhausted. It was only the second day of Tsukasa being a four year old, and he already lost him. He rubbed at his face, trying not to cry. He had been at the police station answering their endless questions, while wanting to burst into tears the whole time. Mana, Kaname, and Naoya had stayed with him as long as they could, but eventually they had all had to go him, leaving him to return home alone.

He could see traces of Tsukasa, his sixteen and four year old self, everywhere. Even in just a day he could a ton of things that the four year old had done. He walked into the kitchen, intending to brew a cup of strong coffee, and saw the dictionary still sitting on the chair. He gently lifted it up thinking on what the child had said earlier about how he gotten the ice cream.

Had it really only been earlier that day? It seemed like a life time ago. Where are you? He thought. Why did you go with that man? Why didn't you scream for me, or just simply scream?

Tomonori was no longer able to hold back his tears, thinking of the child's simply explanation of how he had managed to get the ice cream and bowl that had given him a stomachache.

"I put the dictionary on the chair and stood on both of them."

Tomonori couldn't hold back a sob. That was your only problem then. The only thing you cared about was how to get the ice cream, and now some stranger, some pervert, has kidnapped and is doing God knows what to you.

Please, God, he prayed, please protect my little angel.

Tsukasa was silent as they drove on. He didn't know how long they had been driving, but it had been a very long time and they were very far away from home. What if Daddy can't find me? What will I do then? I can't stay with this man. He's nuts. The child wrapped his arms around himself, trying to not even think about never going back home. Daddy would find him. Daddy had to. He would go to the police and they would find him. They did this kind of thing all the time.

"We lost both of our children, a boy and a girl," the man spoke, "in a fire at their pre- school. They were fraternal twins. You couldn't ask for better babies, or children. They hardly ever cried when they were first born. They only did if they were really sleepy, hungry, or felt bad. They hardly ever gave us any trouble. Sakura, that was my little girl, she was so pretty. Everyone said so. Sakura means cherry blossom, did you know that? My wife loves cherry blossoms.

"My boy, Omotashu, he was so handsome. He was always smiling at everyone, especially when he was a baby. Everyone loved him. He was willing to help anyone at anytime. He had such a gentle heart. He wouldn't have hurt a fly." Tsukasa listened patiently, marveling at how soft and gentle the man's voice was. "But some sicko killed them both," he said voice turning almost to a growl, laced with hate and bitterness. "The creep set the school on fire, knowing it was a children's school, and killed them. He killed my boy and girl!" The man was almost screaming, scaring Tsukasa more. His voice turned gentle again.

"You look like him, my little boy. You look so much like him, but my boy didn't look like a girl. My wife will be pleased. You even have the same eye color as Omotashu did." Tsukasa looked back out the window as they turned into a drive way. Out the window he could see a house, very much unlike the apartment he and Tomonori lived in. The man turned the car off, got out, and opened Tsukasa's door. The child tried to unbuckle himself, but couldn't. Kureno quickly undid the belt and helped him down.

Tsukasa held Kureno's hand as they went up the walk way, not having any other choice as the man would not release him. Night had fallen in the time they had been driving, and the four year old was beginning to get scared of the shadows dancing over him, but he was even more scared of the man who he now had to live with.

Tsukasa followed behind him into the house and looked around. It was a modest house, not small, but not big either, with a set of stairs to the left and a living room to the right. "Rin?" the man called. Tsukasa distantly heard a woman's voice answer from upstairs. He was shocked as the man scooped him up in his arms. Tsukasa stiffened, suddenly scared. What were these people going to do to him? What if they hurt him more?

At the top of the stair was a hallway with doors on each side. Tsukasa could see one door was open at the end. Kureno headed towards that one with Tsukasa still in his arms. There was a woman sitting on the bed, with a children's book in her hand that she had obviously been reading to the little girl tucked under the pink covers.

The girl had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She looked at Tsukasa, eyes filled with fear and wonderment. Tsukasa tried to smile at her, but his face wouldn't obey. The woman had black hair and cold, honey colored eyes, but her face lit up as she saw Tsukasa. "Oh, Kureno, he looks so much like Omotashu! Where did you find him?" The woman, Rin, stood up to take Tsukasa out of Kureno's arms.

Tsukasa didn't want to go to the woman, but knew he didn't have a choice. If he resisted something horrible would happen. That's what the man had said earlier in the car or something like that. He couldn't remember exactly, and the little girl in the pink bed seemed to be warning him that it was vital to do what they said. The woman held Tsukasa tightly, forcing him to lay his head on her shoulder. He could hear Kureno talking to his wife behind him, and felt the man's hand on the small of his back.

The little girl was moving around in the covers, trying to show him something. Tsukasa forced himself not to gasp, the girl warning him with her eyes to stay silent, as he saw the cuts crossing her arms, raw and fresh. It looked like there was writing on her arms, but from his distance at the door he couldn't see them.

What had happened to her? Had these people done that to her, or had they forced her to do it to herself? He knew it certainly wasn't by accident. You couldn't get perfectly straight lines, parallel to each other crisscrossing your arms like that, by some freak accident. Someone had to do it to you, or you had to do it to yourself.

The girl pulled her pajama sleeves back down and slid under the covers. Tsukasa tried to understand what she was so desperately trying to tell him, but couldn't. Rin's words now reached his ears. "You get Sakura to bed, and I'll get the new Omotashu broke in." Kureno nodded as Rin left the room with Tsukasa in her arms, the child's head still on her shoulder.

Tsukasa couldn't push down the dread building in his stomach. What did break him in mean? What was she going to do to him? Was it the same as breaking in a new pair of shoes? He looked around as he was sat down on the ground. He was in their white bathroom. He didn't have long to around as his shirt was pulled over his head. He almost tried to grab it back, but remembered Kureno's warning in the car, and the sad, scared look in the girl's eyes.

He shivered as the rest of his clothes were taken off. He stood there with nothing on, shivering at the cold air hitting his body, as she turned on the faucet at the tub. Tsukasa noted that she only turned on the hot water. She walked over to a closet that he hadn't noticed, pulled open the door, rummaged around, and then pulled back with a thick leather belt in her hand. Tsukasa eyed it warily as she came and knelt in front of him. He also eyed the huge buckle that was on it.

He reluctantly looked at her having no where else to look but at the floor, except he couldn't do that either. She was holding his chin tightly, to tightly. "This will only hurt for a couple of weeks, and I don't like doing this, but if I don't you won't obey me will you?" She said it so logically, so matter-of-the-fact, that Tsukasa almost believed her. That whatever had to be done with the belt, was for his own good, but then he saw the hate in her eyes. "If you even try to resist, or even think about it, I'll do this every day for the next two weeks," she spat, spit spraying over his face. Tsukasa nodded numbly, scared beyond words. What was going to happen?

She folded the belt in half, leaving the buckle on top. He suddenly felt very exposed and embarrassed to be standing naked in a stranger's bathroom, getting threatened. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the first blow land, not wanting to see her face. And the first blow did land, on the front of his shin bone. He couldn't stop the cry from leaving his lips as pain exploded up and down his leg, and he almost collapsed. He somehow knew collapsing, or making any other sounds, would not result in anything good. She smiled wickedly at his pain, watching satisfied as the tears began streaming down his cheeks. He saw her pull the belt back behind her, and closed his eyes again. He kept his eyes closed the whole time, biting the inside of his cheeks and tongue to keep from crying out as she continued to beat him. She stopped halfway through to turn off the water.

Tsukasa was amazed at how first and hard she could hit. Soon, every inch of his body was screaming in pain, and he could taste blood in his mouth from biting it so hard. He could also feel where the belt had broke through the skin in numerous places over his body and she picked him up, now acting like a loving mother, and lowered him into the scolding water. He managed not to cry out as the water hit his open sores, but couldn't help whimpering. Rin, still in the role of loving mother, gently stroked his head. "I know it hurts, but the warm water will disinfect the sores. I'll let some of it out after a few minutes, and add cold water, okay?" she said gently, looking sympathetically at him, acting as if she hadn't caused all the pain he was in.

Tsukasa wanted to shout at her that the water was more than a little warm, and that she was a psycho. He would've have preferred her to stay in the mean, horrible role than to switch roles so completely and suddenly the way she had. She was beating him with a belt one minute and then was acting like he was the sweetest thing in the world. What was wrong with her? True to her word though she did let the scolding water out and added cold, letting Tsukasa stay in the tub for thirty minutes. She washed him, dried him, and then tucked him into bed still playing the role of loving mother.

Mana sighed and lay down in her bed. She could feel that something was wrong with Tsukasa, but where was she? Her connection to him as his master had weakened since he had been turned into a child, but it was still there, and it was still working. Now she only had to wait for something horrible enough to happen so she would know where he was.