A/N: Sorry that I did not mention this before. I just wanted to let you guys know that Mitsuki was the made up name I had for Tasuki's sister since her name is unknown. It is not genuine from Yuu Watase. The only name that is known of Tasuki's siblings is Aidou, who is the youngest.

Chapter 4

It was the wee hours of the morning. Perspiration beaded thickly on Tasuki's forehead as he squinted at his enclosed surroundings. He was in pain. In an excruciating, unbearable, indescribable surmount of pain. He folded his lips to stifle his agony only for the anguish to shatter his control.

He was in his room, cushioned by his futon and a feathered pillow. A torn shirt was draped around his shoulders concealing the scourge of bandages that decorated his back and chest. He had no recollection of how he returned there. His memory was returning and fading, battling with the numbing pain that pounded at his head. He felt so drained and extremely temperamental. His bottled up sadness threatened to drive him insane.

His eyes pooled with tears canalling a trail on both sides. Pride was his least concern even though his inner voice told him that big boys should not cry. It soon became apparent that his right hand was useless. A pain so immense quelled his attempt to adjust it on his side. He could not recall ever sobbing so uncontrollably. He cried so emotionally. He winced at every unpredictable quiver of his breath. To him, no one should ever have to suffer so immensely. His thoughts shocked even himself as he devised ways to advance a mortal's death, to end his pain.

"Suzaku…" Through salty tears he whispered. "…Why have you forsaken me, crushing my heart and my soul? I've been burdened with ten years amongst a family that hates me. Happiness is uncommon to me. When will I get a sign from you to release me from my unrelenting torment?"

His tears worked against him, escalating his headache. His swollen eyes rejected his revolt from sleep. He was soon soothed from the shadow of his room's darkness. His body once again surrendered granting him at least an unconscious, pain-free bliss.

B r e a k

Dawn's light illuminated Tasuki's bedroom. The shadow of a presence prompted him to open his eyes. A blurred figure stood over him inquisitively. The frame phased into his vision. A fear arose within him quickening the throb of his heart.

It was Mitsuki, the last person he expected to see. He scoffed at her concern that seemed so insincere. Indifference became apparent as he attempted to turn his back to her. But the agony of his damaged right hand hindered him. He dismissed her gesture of assistance, determined that he could make it on his own.

"I don't need your help," he hissed at her coldly. His left hand trembled as he struggled to brace his weight. Still, she rushed to him stubbornly, fearing that he would tumble. Her guilt had become obvious, but Tasuki still refrained from dependence on her. How could there not be any other motive from one as crafty as she? He couldn't forgive the incest she pursued. He looked past her, setting his sight towards the door. Her company had upset him. His anger, now exploding, was enough reason for him to escape her presence.

"Wait Tasuki! You know you can't make it on your own," Mitsuki advised. But he only scowled and cringed cluing in that he was still distrustful and in a lot of pain.

"I – uh… who knew that…"

Tasuki left her mumbling and dragging. He slammed the sliding door behind him, shutting out the words Mitsuki wanted to say. He hobbled his way to the living room feeling scared, lonely and hopeless. But the solitude was gratifying. Weighed against the constant bickering, it was much preferred.

It was already 8 AM and relief settled in knowing that his mother had gone to work. The house was an eerie, but soothing quiet. Everyone was occupied today with school and small odd jobs. He welcomed the quiet. He welcomed the space.

The tranquility for two minutes, to him, was an eternity. Noise was so commonplace to the Shun'u household. So no surprise surfaced when he heard footsteps thundering. Eyes of fury met his. Mitsuki was soon hovering over him with a hidden agenda of her own.

"I'll make you feel better," she whispered agitated, a bit testily. A look of determination leaked from her eyes as anger and bitterness seethed within her. She used Tasuki's helplessness to her advantage pushing him to the floor raking at the lone shirt that clothed him. She ignored his pleads of pain, mocking him and the frowns that showed his weakness.

"You need help!" Tasuki screamed. He shouted. But his line of criticism fell on deaf ears. Possessed, enraged, chubby little Mitsuki could care less about his lamentations. She forced his legs open. She made herself an entrance.

He could not fight back, with his left hand buckling from the weight beneath him. He collapsed parallel to the floor, wailing in pain from the sears on his back. Mitsuki's hands were invading him, kneading, spreading his legs to welcome her. She awakened a pleasure within him that was forbidden as she stroked his member gingerly. Yet sex was not her main intention. Unbeknownst to her brother, she had other plans concocted. She wanted Tasuki to experience the painful pleasure that she always felt. She wanted to destroy him or push him to craft his own demise.

Tears welled uncontrollably in Tasuki's eyes as he tried to gain the escape she so perfectly hindered. He had noticed the wooden weapon within her clutches and he was afraid of the atrocity she may possibly have in mind. His scream, as shrill as a whistle, echoed through the living room. Her frowns sheltered a wicked smile as she jabbed into him in haste.

The object was cylindrical, three feet long, three inches wide. There were lacerations and splinters on the sides and on the edges. With each jab Mitsuki made, it ripped apart his virginal entrance. It quickened his breaths. It increased his pain.

"Mitsuki—please… stop…"

She laughed at him. She laughed as he whimpered.

"Why should I? I thought this might be the type of pleasure you sought. You always repelled the other experiences I gave you. You hated when I touched you, so I am attempting something different…"

He blocked out her explanations. He wiggled. He struggled. He kicked her unto the rug dragging his weight towards the front door. His least concern was the lack of cloth that clothed him. The wind twirled his hair around him, masking the bruises and tears that stained his face.

He would escape. He stood and ran as fast as his weak legs could carry him. His home he abandoned, burdened by the ill memories he also wished would fade. He never turned back once. He ignored the threats that were being screamed behind him. He sought out independence, a new life and possibly a new beginning.

Little did the redhead notice that someone was somewhere lurking, watching. He was so busy running that he did not once feel the longing, lingering gaze as he dashed through the streets. He made his way desperately to the direction of the mountains. Mt. Leikaku was his destination. A fairytale he would make a reality. The goal of happiness he always dreamed of was now due.

B r e a k

Meanwhile, back at the Shun'u household, Mitsuki was at the front door pacing back and forth. She was nervous. She had chased Tasuki away and she lost all hope of him ever coming back. The look in his eyes, the way he retaliated against her. His hair almost seemed ablaze matching the fire of hate within his eyes. She selfishly wished he would return to avoid any confrontation with her mother. She was afraid of what she might do to her. She despised the feeling of helplessness.

She finally worked up the courage to go look for him only to be stopped by a presence at the door. She cursed herself for the time she had wasted. It was lunchtime already. He mom had returned home.

"Where are you off to Mitsuki?"

"Uh - - just going to run some errands."

"But where is Tasuki? Why not have him do it for you?"

"I – I don't know… I don't know where he is."

"What? But you were supposed to watch over him!"

When her mother did not get a response, she held her by her shoulders shaking her furiously.

"I …" A feeling of nausea came over Mitsuki ceasing her reply, the invented lie in her thoughts. It was a feeling that had become ever so frequent. Her two-week secret; something she thought she had to hide.

"Are you okay?" The mother rushed towards her daughter, all thoughts of Tasuki abandoned.

"I'm alright." Mitsuki walked towards a chair unsteadily, dizzy spells overcoming her as she tried to gather her thoughts.

She remembered the stories she always overheard her mom confiding to her older sisters. Stories she should have heeded since it held precautions about bedding with men. She tried to tell the stubborn redhead brat this morning. But he would not listen to her. He chose to ignore her, to dismiss her with blatant disrespect.

"He'll be back." She feigned a smile to comfort her mother. She needed a diversion; even of it was just for a little while. Because unbeknownst to everyone, a life form was already budding inside her. Mitsuki was pregnant. She was carrying Tasuki's child.

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A/N: Please excuse my somewhat poor descriptive writing. If you've read my other fics you'll realize that the majority of them are filled with dialogue. Oh well… Review please!