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Chapter 3
Tasuki lay on the futon motionless trying to blank out the moans repeatedly escaping his sister's lips. Mitsuki clawed at his skin hungrily begging a response to quench the yearning she felt within. She knew of the shame that will befall her if her parents learnt of her misdemeanor. Yet, she reveled in every moment she was allowed to have him. She gained an unknown joy in defiling him. Her lust consumed her as she tried with all her might to experience the ecstasy from the gentle touch of a man. But not once did Tasuki touch her as she engaged herself in the one-sided affair. Pleasure was something she thought she could never gain because of her wretched looks. Her low self-esteem strangled her, smothering her in self-loathing and self-despair.
Mitsuki had adopted the frame of her mother, except for her face that was far less pleasing to the eye. She was always ridiculed for her appearance and grew up burdened with horrid memories from her child-hood past. She thought somebody had to pay for her misfortune, and who better than to grant atonement, none other than Tasuki, her little brother.
He was the best looking child of the family, features somewhat effeminate and very enviable. She gave up trying to figure out why her mother hated him so. Also encouraging the same hatred throughout the rest of the family.
She lifted herself from the frail body lying beneath her, clothing her nakedness before exiting the room. She left Tasuki lying there curled in a fetal position, his crimson bangs blanketing his tears of blood. The only thing willing him to live was his dream of freedom, the fleeting thoughts of eventual escape. He lay there numb unable to move a muscle, drenched in the perspiration of another, barely conscious.
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Evening had already crept up on the Shun'u household. Chores left abandoned were blatantly obvious upon entrance through the front door. Tasuki had slept for hours, surrendering his body to unrelenting slumber. However, his bitter dreams were soon interrupted when a rumble of pounds, then a kick came bursting open the door. With his heart pounding, he awakened in hysteria, two seconds alone wasted, to make him aware of his surroundings. He tried to cloak his nudity, failing miserably using the two hands he had to spare. Because standing at the entrance was his mother looking furious as ever. He shuddered at just the thought of the punishment he will have to endure.
"Get up!" His mother commanded murderously. But sorry was all he could whimper as he pleaded with an imploring expression while he laid pinned to the wooden floor.
"I said get up!"
His mother inched a few steps toward him, her voice welcoming an audience as his sisters gathered at the door.
Tasuki stood cloaked in a residue of reluctance, his hands forever cupping the bit of dignity he had left. His hands remained fixated in front of him in disobedience, even though his mother berated him to drop his hands to his sides. That only served to irate her, as she grew curious as to what he could possibly have to hide.
She summoned the youngest daughters to restrain him, stirring up a fear inside that his face could not refute.
"Let's see what you've got there…" His mother stooped to the ground slowly, examining the limp structure now caged in her grasp. "Leave the room girls," was the last command that broke the awkward silence. She stood there seething. Boiling. Her self-control broke loose as she punched him in the stomach. All Tasuki could do was recoil in anguish with his hand cradling the area where he pained. She badgered him with questions he knew he couldn't answer. Not that she will ever believe him. Silence was the only thing left in his corner.
"How dare you bring a tramp in here…!" came his mother's verbal assumption, "…soiling the remainder of sanctity that still resides in this household!" She kicked him mercilessly and all he could do was cower and accept the beatings. Although he hated what she was subjecting him to, the redhead could not bring himself to retaliate against his mother.
The abuse seemed to last for hours as she pounded on him unremittingly. Swears, hits and saliva soiled his frame. He was almost numb now. He was floating in and out of consciousness hoping to be rescued this once, if only once, from his mother's hate. "Bring any bitches in here again and I'll castrate you, you heathen's child!" She dealt him one final blow, with a buried intention of killing him, only to have him pass out on the floor. "Mitsuki!" She called for her daughter to clean him up along with the mess of bloody evidence that spilled on the ground. She briefly wondered if she had beaten him excessively as she gazed at the open wounds that marked his pale skin. She was sweating profusely. Her anger had completely possessed her, along with the hatred she carried for her son.
Once Mitsuki had dragged him out of the room, the mother surrendered herself to a tumble of tears. Her body was trembling nervously, ashamed of what her son had made her become. She blamed him for her sadness, for her hate, for her rage. For every negative emotion that eventually consumed her. Every spill of coffee or anything unfulfilled was his fault. Tasuki was her escape from the truth and reality.
Mitsuki was used to hearing her mother cry helplessly. After every beat down she would throw herself into despair. It was a redundant routine that seemed too shameful to relive continuously. Her only solution was to blindly ignore her. She never looked back once as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
She regretfully dragged Tasuki's nude frame quietly, struggling with his weight beside her hoping to clean him at the nearest well they had outside. Never had their mother beaten him so badly. Her self-control had dwindled to the brink of insanity. Death today was almost certainly his final demise. For the first time in a while she had felt sorry for her brother. Guilt overwhelmed her as she tended to the bruises on his skin. There were open wounds the length and width of her fingers. She struggled to stop the bleeding. She struggled to constrict her tears.
His condition was pitiful. His beauty once radiant was now confined. His cheek was swollen, along with his right eye, and his bottom lip was bloody blue. His lower right arm was fractured if not broken, exposed by the contortions and bloody bruises. Soft whimpers unconsciously escaped his lips as Mitsuki gently tried to tidy him. They were cries of pain enough to break anyone's heart. A sound, for another second, she could no longer stand to bear. She bandaged him quickly and carried him back to his room where she abandoned him. His agony, she hoped she would never witness, once he regained full awareness.
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A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews. It may be a while before I submit chapter 4, but please be patient with me. I'm doing this story on limited time. And please hang in for Tasuki's sake. Akari-chan, thank you!