Summary: Tasuki's future shadows a sorrowful past drenched with verbal and physical abuse, hard labor, molestation, masochism and negative trauma that proved to weigh too severe. Relive his past as I conform an in-depth plot twisted on the information based around my fictional assumptions of the sparse truth of his past.
Chapter 1
Crouched upon a rock almost smitten by the star-lit sky, sat a young man with a smile that only silhouetted his relentless misery. His crimson hair, long and thick, cascaded like a blanket across his shoulders. And his bangs, now overgrown, concealed the scars that sliced his slender face.
Tattered clothing draped his lean features whilst mud and blood stained his ivory skin. His beautiful face, soiled and tarnished, revealed his toils and unseen struggles. His feet and hands left no space for blisters. His knees bared cuts from grazing the barren earth.
His eyes, now glassy, were squeezed shut in a struggle to keep back prodding tears. Although he was fifteen, he considered himself a man. And men never showed weaknesses, sadness or fear. However, the sadness bottled up within him, overwhelmed his heart to the point of being intolerable.
He looked to his left, and then to his right, as if expecting someone to be lurking around the corner. Relieved by just the site of the shadows of the trees and the bushes, he raised the rim of his dirty t-shirt to his eyes to dab away at the escaping tears. He yawned as a sign of retirement stretching his way to a standing posture. Sleep soon beckoned his eyes to close, so he knew it was time for him to go to bed.
The young man bid the night sky farewell as her retreated towards his abode. Like the traditional Chinese home, the walls were built to form a very small one-level flat built of cement and mostly wood. It was obvious that it was an old home holding beyond its capacity, a family of seven. Poverty was their next-door neighbor, a plague that had long consumed the small village where they resided.
About only twenty feet away from his house, it took only two minutes before he stood face to face with the door. His reluctance surfaced through his actions, as his hands paused at the sliding door's edge. The shadows of his siblings reflected on the windows and their laughter seeped through every crevice. Jealousy and solitude vastly surrounded him fueling the bitter resentment that harbored within. He longed to be consumed by such happiness, for his melancholy demeanor to be wisped away. And he vowed that one day his ambitions will be fulfilled, on the day when his home he will forsake.
To feel uninvited in your own home was to the extreme, which his impressions lay. Not a welcoming greeting the lips of the household upon his entrance through the doors. He made his way to his room hoping that he had ended the night without leaving his parents or siblings displeased. For he was their "Cinderella" and any tasks left undone will bestow him grave consequences. Thus, were the mundane activities of his life, an unwanted plight from this young man named Tasuki.