Warning: This chapter will have non-con (which means rape) at the beginning (Satoshi's past). Be warned. I only hope it's not too descriptive. If you want to skip it, first read until bold words appear. Then another pair of bold words will tell you it's okay to read.

Chapter 11

There he had lain, shaking and sobbing, under the covers that he falsely hoped could protect him. Satoshi knew it was futile, but as a young child, where else could you place your trust in if everything else had abandoned you? He didn't know what time it was, but Satoshi wouldn't go check. It felt as if one step out under the blankets would make his protection crumble away, leaving his nightmare to come to play without hassle. He sniffed and curled up into a ball, wishing for the billionth time that his parents would come and save him. But he knew they wouldn't come. They couldn't. Some part of him already knew that they were dead, but another part just insisted that they'd save him.

Satoshi heard stomps outside, loud, uneven stomps. He shivered in fright and curled up even further. But that was no use. Waiting, silence follows. Satoshi didn't dare to hope that the man outside his door, his guardian, would be gone. Waiting. A creak of the stairs. Waiting. A smell of lavender that was probably from a perfume. Waiting. The door burst opened.

Satoshi didn't know who screamed. It could've been the skimpily dressed whore by his foster father's side, or maybe himself. He'd never know, because the next following events happened so fast and so dramatic; it felt terribly like a horrible movie, but Satoshi knew it wasn't and that this nightmare would never end.

In fear, Satoshi uncurled up and pushed himself into the wall, into a little corner on his bed. He was shaking even worse now. The woman beside his foster father giggled, trying to look cute to both of the men or one man and one boy. Hiwatari stumbled and walked one unstable step towards the bed and towards Satoshi. Satoshi opened his mouth and silently screamed. He panted for breath, the fear in his heart making his lungs too excited to have a pattern. Hiwatari grinned. That large grin had shown teeth, but that was physical. What it showed mentally was a bold statement that said, "Be afraid. I thrive on your fear. Come give me your horror. I'll make you give it."

Satoshi wouldn't blink. He didn't want to think how much Hiwatari could do in that simple blink of a second. That was a stupid thought, but he, that was simply six years old, was entitled to have stupid thoughts and ideas. Another step. A smirk. The sound of the footstep had seemed so loud, so threatening. For a second, Satoshi wondered if fear made every single noise, loud or quiet, an echo. But the thought passed quickly.

Hiwatari took one more step and to Satoshi's shocked joy, Hiwatari dropped down, out cold. The alcohol had obviously taken its toll. There would surely be a bruise on Hiwatari's forehead when he wakes up the next day, hopefully not in Satoshi's bedroom. His fear slowly drifted away and he sighed, content that everything was okay. He had forgotten about the whore that was standing in the doorway, leaning against the wall.

"Hello. Satoshi-kun, was it?" She purred. She made her voice velvety and smooth, perfect for seduction. If it weren't for the fact that Satoshi wasn't in puberty, he was sure he'd get a hard-on (if it was also in a different situation). She maybe forgot that he was only six years old and thought his body could produce sperm already. Maybe, maybe not.

"Satoshi-kun. I need some place to sleep tonight." The whore pouted, a hand draped over her thighs while the other hand touched her lips, slowly dragging it away. His fear came back, though not as much, since in his mind, no one could be as worse as Hiwatari. Satoshi was still in the corner, his covers covering his toes. He pulled it up to his chest, thinking that perhaps she was a nightmare that came from sleeping and not of reality. His mistake. If he were more solid in the fact that she was to harm him, he would've climbed out the window by his bed. But it was already too late.

"Satoshi-kun." Satoshi wished that she wouldn't say his name in such a familiar way. It was scaring him. He didn't want to look at her cleavage, her skin showing from her short mini-skirt and her skin-tight tank top underneath the fishnet. He didn't want to see. "Satoshi-kun. Can I sleep with you tonight?" Satoshi saw another grin. He couldn't say which was worse, Hiwatari's or the damn whore's. All he knew was that trouble would come if this thing continued.

"St-stop. L-leave me a-alone." Satoshi hated himself for stuttering. It showed his fear and he hated that. The whore's grin widened, knowing for sure that Satoshi couldn't escape. She stepped forward again. Step after step. Her excitement could be seen. Later, when Satoshi was older, he's know that the whore didn't go to school and therefore didn't learn about puberty, about when men start having hard-on, wet dreams, and boners (etc).

"Oh come on, Satoshi-kun. I'm not that bad. I could promise you a night of fun." She didn't use the word pleasure, only fun. Fun for herself. Satoshi already knew what she wanted (he's not a genius prodigy for nothing, you know!). But that still didn't prepare him for what happened next.

(Skip the rape scene if you'd like.)

The whore, whom he later learned was called Kiyomi, sashayed towards him, her hips swaying this way and that, trying to capture Satoshi's eyes. She leaned down and her breasts were shown to Satoshi and Kiyomi nothing but crawled towards Satoshi, as graceful as a lustful, seductive slut could be. Satoshi's face paled, but in the darkness of his room and the dim lighting from the hallway, you couldn't notice it unless you were as close to him as Kiyomi.

"Oh, don't be shy. It won't hurt." Kiyomi whispered in a low voice, husky with something Satoshi thought was lust. She was crazy! Satoshi was young, too young! He was simply six years of age and she wanted him! He wasn't anything special, with an angular faced and a sharp chin. Sure, his hair and eye colors were pretty unique, what with them being the color of the sky and all. But he was a child, for Pete's sake!

"S-stop! G-GO AWAY!" Satoshi hiccupped out. He was sure by now that she could be much, much worse than Hiwatari. Her hand slipped from the floor and gently caressed Satoshi's cheek, cooing.

"Aw, come on now. Don't be afraid. I know some part of you wants me. They all do." Kiyomi spoke in a quiet voice as she pulled Satoshi's body straight onto the small, twin bed and lay on top of him, minding not to squish him. Her other hand, not occupied with Satoshi's face, trailed down his neck and reached the first button of his black silk pajamas shirt. She unbuttoned it with her teeth while her hand continued its slow way down, her eyes never leaving Satoshi's.

The fear had escalated, even more from when Hiwatari barged in. Satoshi desperately wished this were only a nightmare, though he knew it wasn't. He frantically hoped that someone, anyone could save him from something he couldn't imagine.

When the second button became undone, Kiyomi was already dragging Satoshi's pants. When the sleeves of the pants reached his feet, Kiyomi grew frenzied and she torn away the rest of his shirt. Her nail caught onto his underwear and not caring, she ripped it as well, leaving Satoshi nude and shivering, his body stiff and unable to move. Her eyes moved around his small form quickly, scanning, almost hungrily. They caught the scars on his naval, stomach, thighs, and shoulders, everywhere. They were all symmetrical and looked like chain mars. But Kiyomi knew better. Those were knife scars. They looked like tattoos, though. Beautiful tattoos. It made Satoshi look like a chained angel with broken wings.

Kiyomi was naked. She had skill with taking her clothes off quicker than a second, it seemed. Her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly as she slid her legs forward, straddling Satoshi. Then she slipped on top of Satoshi and he accidentally entered him. She didn't notice his cock's non-hardness, only feeling something up her vagina. Her sharp nails dug into his shoulders and as Kiyomi bounced on Satoshi, they drew blood.

Kiyomi opened her eyes half way (when did she close them?) and glanced down at Satoshi's face. His eyes were closed and he was sobbing, tears sliding down his high cheekbones. He was also sweating in fear, making his hair stick to his head. For some reason, seeing Satoshi like that excited her and her nails drove in deeper and the wounds weren't a simple scratch anymore. She dragged her nails down, drawing a slanted line. She bounced even more, making the line uneven.

'I want to hug him.' Kiyomi distantly thought. Shrugging mentally, she complied and her nails, still in his flesh, traveled with her as she half embraced him. When she thought it was enough snuggling (one-sided), she pulled away, her nails STILL in his skin. The wounds met their original places and Kiyomi took her hands away, wiping the blood onto the comforter. She pulled herself off Satoshi and Satoshi's silence broke as he hiccupped a lot, sobbed loudly, and cried tears after tears. Kiyomi rolled her eyes and picked up her clothes off the floor, not minding her nudity. She put on her clothes with the same speed from before. Walking over to Hiwatari, she kicked him hard, and walked out Satoshi's bedroom with a wave and another evil grin.

(It's done. You can read, now.)

Time seemed too slow and yet fast at the same time. Satoshi supposed his mind blocked out what happened to a certain degree, in protection. Everything seemed blurry, but because the emotions (fear, plea) were so high, they only dimmed. Satoshi still remembered them. Hiwatari had waked up the next day and thought Satoshi had hit him in the head and the gut, making bruises. In return, he beat Satoshi badly, paying back tenfold and more. And later, Satoshi would find out that Kiyomi had scarred him, both mentally and physically. The scars from her nails on his back made a small pair of wings. He truly was someone like how Kiyomi had described. He was a chained angel with broken wings.

Satoshi, currently sitting in his chair, thinking back on that night eleven years ago, forcefully knocked away the things on his desk. The objects made a loud clatter when they fell to the floor. Satoshi didn't care. He felt numb and cold. The fear was still there, though not as much. His room was not much different from then and Satoshi growled.

He picked up some stray objects and threw them to the wall hard, watching with unfazed eyes as the object broke. His anger hadn't lessened and he picked up another thing. However, before he could throw that one too, a knock on the door distracted him.

"Satoshi-sama?" To-to's voice was muffled through the door, but Satoshi still heard it. His hand slowly came down, his grip lax, but the object didn't fall. "Satoshi-sama. Lady Kiyomi is here." Satoshi's eyes widened and for a second, fear was shining in it, but a cold demeanor soon took care of it. His grip tightened and the object was back in his hand.

"Satoshi-sama. Master-sama requests you to humor Lady Kiyomi." The object broke in Satoshi's hand. The shards cut his skin, but he didn't care. He opened his hand and let the sharp shards touched with blood fall to the floor. Well, the whore was visiting again it seems. This wasn't the first time and certainly not last. And Satoshi knew that Kiyomi wouldn't try anything this time. Humor someone doesn't necessarily mean fuck. And anyways, Hiwatari was courting Kiyomi and if she wants to marry into the RICH, and PRESITGOUS family, she'd have to be a good, complying woman to get Hiwatari's 'love'.

"Satoshi-sama?" To-to's voice was concerned. Satoshi knew what she was thinking. She was probably considering asking Hiwatari (whom he'll never call father, foster or not, due to reasons) to let him skip out on humoring Hiwatari's girlfriend.

"Tell him to wait for a while. I need to prepare." Satoshi spoke coldly and with a no-talking-back sort of way. He knew that she would never talk back to him, but his defense mechanism came out anyway. He knew that To-to flinched. Did he care? He heard footsteps walk away. Footsteps. A different reason compared to that night, but the same uneven pattern. To-to must be more upset than he thought. But you should know by now how Satoshi feels about that.

Satoshi disinfected his wound and wrapped some gauze around it not neatly. Then he opened the door and walked down the hallway and down the stairs; to those he considered nightmares in the past and in the present.

'I already told Master-sama and Lady Kiyomi that Satoshi-sama was coming. Satoshi-sama is worrying about me. The only other person who knows the situation (or at least a little bit) was Daisuke-sama. I'll ask him to help!' To-to thought as she hurried out the front door. She didn't know why Satoshi-sama was so afraid of Lady Kiyomi; she was just a person that Master-sama was courting. If she's here to occupy Hiwatari, then Satoshi-sama would be forgotten and he could be free! 'So why is he like that?' (1)

To-to looked up at the sun as she speed walked towards the marketplace. It was mid-afternoon, so the redhead that she was looking for would probably be shopping for supplies if they were truly complying with her command from the day before. She hoped he was there. If not, she didn't know what to do with Satoshi-sama. Each time Lady Kiyomi came to visit, he'd become a vicious, cruel person. No, not cruel. Only cold. Indifferent to everyone and everything. Even himself. To-to has to stop this train of morbid thoughts. If she didn't, To-to was sure that she would lose herself and she'd not pay attention, maybe passing Daisuke in the process.

"To-to-san?" Looks like she had already lost. She blinked and focused on the person who had called her name. It was Daisuke. That was fast. Looking around, To-to realized she was in the marketplace. She shook her head to clear it and tuned in her ears as well.

"To-to-san? What a coincidence. Are you shopping, too?" Daisuke smiled as he politely nodded to her. His attitude was different from the day before and To-to wasn't sure if Daisuke had multiple personalities or not. She also questioned her choice of asking him to help her. When To-to saw Daisuke's concerned face though, she knew it was an obvious choice. Daisuke was an incredibly nice and caring person; he seemed to be open-minded and willing to help anybody in almost any situation. To-to just wished this were one of those situations.

"N-no, Daisuke-sama." To-to bowed, acting respectful. Well, not really acting, per se. She did respect him, but such pleasantries should be skipped right now. "Daisuke-sama. I request your help." Her spiteful side had to sarcastically answer her for Daisuke and she mentally winced at what it said.

'Yesterday you asked him to leave and now today you want him to help? God, woman, make up your damn mind! He's not going to be here, forever, you know!'

"Huh? How can I help?" Daisuke cutely replied with a naïve look on his face. Dark resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks as he watched To-to for her response and reaction. She jumped, looking like she was guilty. Dark didn't know how someone could lose themselves in thought that quickly. Besides himself, of course.

"… Remember what I told you yesterday?" 'Well duh To-to! It was yesterday!' She received a nod and she continued. "Well, something else had happened. To-"

"No shit! Now tell us what's wrong!" It wasn't Dark or Daisuke who interrupted. It was Krad. Krad was worried about Satoshi. His maid had demanded them to leave the town and now she wants them to help out. That didn't make sense, but one thing was for sure. Something has happened and Satoshi is in danger.

"I-I can't tell you!" To-to yelled, frustrated. She leaned forward placed her head into her hands and sighed, trying to calm down. All three of the trio exchanged glances and they shared a thought, 'We'll help out and find out what happened.'

"Let's just go then." Dark's voice broke the awkward silence that had followed To-to's yell. She nodded and turned around. Taking deep breaths that they didn't really think about, Dark, Krad, and Daisuke marched after To-to.

Satoshi stared at her unblinkingly and without an expression. It unnerved Kiyomi. She didn't exactly know what she did to Satoshi, but Kiyomi was pretty sure that he hated her guts. She forgot what happened on the first night that they met. Okay, so she didn't forget. It was just that her memories were hazy. Kiyomi was drinking alcohol with Hiwatari that night. Kiyomi knew that she raped Satoshi, hours later when the pounding hangover was gone. She didn't know if she regretted it or not, though. Even though she'll go to jail if word gets out, Satoshi was a beautiful kid."Satoshi. Be polite to Kiyomi." Hiwatari said coldly as he glared at his adoptive son. Sometimes he wondered what he was on when he signed the adoption papers to get Satoshi. Oh yeah, he was thinking only about the cash that Satoshi owns, or will own since he's not of age yet.

"Hiwatari-kun. It's okay. Don't force him to do anything he doesn't want to." Kiyomi said softly as she placed a hand on Hiwatari's arm gently, acting the perfect submissive wife. Satoshi mentally gagged at their interaction and thought, 'Oh please. She's nothing but a deceitful bitch.'

"Now, Satoshi. We called you here to tell you that…" Hiwatari glanced at Kiyomi and for a second, his glare transformed into a smiling face (but it was fake). He took her hand on his arm to his other arm's hand and turned back to face Satoshi, glaring once more. "We're getting married. Kiyomi is everything that I need."

Satoshi felt like gagging again. He knew that Hiwatari was stealing the lines of some soap opera. He knew for sure that Kiyomi couldn't provide everything for Hiwatari. For one, she was a whore; her reputation would taint his and Hiwatari wanted to be the best of the best. Second, she couldn't give Hiwatari any money. Once Satoshi is old enough, he'll get his inheritance and Hiwatari would be left with no money (because Satoshi wouldn't give Hiwatari money even if his life depended on it). Luckily, Satoshi was saved from having to reply. There was a knock on the door and a muffled voice echoed through.

"Sir? I brought the tea." To-to's voice was quick and sounded like she was panting. Hiwatari rolled his eyes and called an "Enter". To-to entered and carrying a tray, she used her eyes alone to tell Satoshi to leave or maybe somebody was outside.

"Sir. Satoshi-sama is needed in the town. The townsfolk would like some assistance from a very polite young man with a good reputation." To-to said. She stressed the good reputation to entice Hiwatari to let Satoshi go. Which he did, surprisingly. 'Anything for a good rep and money.' To-to thought meanly. Hiwatari nodded in consent albeit looking pointedly at Satoshi. Satoshi merely ignored Hiwatari and with an expressionless mask, he exited the room filled with tension.

"Satoshi-sama! Wait!" To-to's voice was worried, just like earlier, but again like before, Satoshi ignored her and kept on walking. He turned a corner and To-to continued to run after him, trying to convince him to do something, but To-to wasn't exactly sure of what. "Satoshi-sama! Daisuke-sama and Krad-san and Dark-san are here." The last part wasn't quite as loud as earlier but it reached Satoshi's ears. Satoshi paused, foot in midair. To-to was about to sigh in relief, but Satoshi's leg came down and he resumed his walking.

To-to wanted to scream in frustration and desperation. If Satoshi hadn't paused, To-to wouldn't know for sure if those three affected Satoshi. Now that she knew, To-to planned on using them to make Satoshi throw away his stupid mask, even in the presence of his horrid foster father. But to do so, she'd need Satoshi's reluctance to disappear and leave momentarily.

"I'm bored! Entertain me!" A familiar voice whined in the direction of the garden from a window in front of To-to and behind Satoshi. Once again, Satoshi paused, though this time, both of his feet were on the floor and the pause was longer than a second.

"Dark! Don't say it like that! Someone might misunderstand!" Daisuke yelled embarrassed. You could almost hear his blush through his voice. He must be embarrassed enough to forget where he was currently.

"Shut up, you two. Someone could hear us." Krad spoke with an authority tone. The other two quieted down, but you could still hear their chatter, almost like birds. It was already too late. Satoshi heard them. To-to walked forward, with an arm raise. Her face was frantic.

"Satoshi-sama! Wait!" It sounded like a couple minutes before, though this time, To-to continued with something different to say. "I can explain!" That sounded eerily like To-to was cheating Satoshi. Underneath his turtleneck, goose bumps appeared on his arms at the thought.

"Satoshi-sama! It was just that you were acting so odd and cold this morning. And I was worried about you and I wanted someone to help. Then I-" To-to was cut off by another, someone that wasn't from the garden or Satoshi. It was Hiwatari.

"Satoshi. Be careful what you say and how you act." Hiwatari had somehow snuck behind Satoshi and To-to was too flustered to notice until it was too late. Slowly, Hiwatari lifted his hand and dripped Satoshi's chin and turned Satoshi to face him. "Satoshi Hikari… Remember… You are the one thing I can't afford to lose." (2)

"If worse comes to worst, I will merely tell people that you have gone psychotic and lock you away into an asylum. I can't lose you, but I can put you somewhere you can't escape." Hiwatari threatened, not minding at all that To-to was standing right in front of him. If she told anybody, he could just say that since she's enslaved to the family, she resents them. Therefore Hiwatari had a valid excuse to execute To-to is needs be. None of these facts escaped Krad. Being right below the window gave Krad an easy access to listen to the conversation.

"I'll be seventeen, soon. Father." Satoshi spat out the last word like it was poison. He didn't forget the fact that the other three were outside, but it just that this man before him ignites a large amount of anger, hate, and disgust.

"That matters not. It is six months away. A long time for me to decide whether or not to lock you away." Hiwatari said coolly, without batting an eyelash. He stared down at Satoshi, hoping to intimidate him. "No one will believe you anyways. If you told them, who'll believe the words of a minor?"

Satoshi gritted his teeth and snapped his head away, while Hiwatari smirked and dropped his hand to his side. Then he faced the frozen, scared To-to and nodded. The nod told her to lead him back to the room with Kiyomi. With one last glance at Satoshi, To-to walked away, hating herself for being a servant and hating Hiwatari for being the manipulative bastard that he was. All was silent for a moment, before Satoshi stalked off, deciding to take his anger out on the intruders.

"What do you think just happened?" Daisuke asked as he faced Dark and Krad. Dark shrugged, not knowing what to say. Dark didn't know what to think and he was sure the pressure of knowing a secret would make him want to tell somebody. Krad kept quiet. He too cannot say what exactly happened. Knowing what Dark was feeling, Krad gave a sharp, pointed look at Dark that told Dark not to dare tell anyone.

"Don't talk right now. Someone's coming this way." Krad muttered softly as he ducked into the bush that he was near. Like he said, someone was coming, if the rustling of leaves and crunching of dry leaves were anything to go by. Daisuke jumped behind a tree and Dark crawled behind a statue.

"KRAD! Come out here! I know you're there!" Satoshi didn't know why he said Krad's name. All he knew was that he needed something that wasn't constant. He read storied where the main characters want something that stayed the same; well, he wants the exact opposite. Hiwatari was a pain in the ass for lack of better words ever since Satoshi was adopted. He had grown used to Hiwatari and Krad was not someone that he's used to. Don't ask why he needs someone he thinks of a stranger, because Satoshi wasn't exactly sure himself.

"Calm down, Satoshi." There wasn't much Krad could say as he stepped out from his hiding place. He didn't understand or know all the details, so he couldn't really help. Krad didn't know how to deal with this, but he knew he had to. "Being hysterical like that won't help." Satoshi though breathing heavily, had no problems glaring at Krad for that comment. Then, Dark stepped out with a roll of his eyes.

"By your father's actions, I doubt this was the first time that happened?" Dark asked, with a certain tone to the word father. It was obvious that Dark didn't believe that Hiwatari was Satoshi's father. Sighing in resignation, Daisuke came out. All three stood around Satoshi, who was still trying to even his breaths out and getting a composed stature.

"He's not my father." Satoshi hissed out before he kneeled over and grabbed his midsection. He hissed in pain and clenched his eyes shut. Pain racked his body and Satoshi hated the fact that his breathing is uneven, making his diaphragm upset.

"Satoshi!" Daisuke cried in alarm. He grabbed Satoshi's arm to steady him and Krad copied him with the other arm. "Are you okay?"

"F-fine." Satoshi growled out.

"He's stressed. Let's get him in bed before we talk." Surprisingly, it was Dark who spoke these words.

1. Remember, the rape occurred during night, late night. To-to would be in the servants' chambers resting, so she didn't figure out what happened.

2. This is actually a direct quote from the manga. I was rather bored and flipped through one of the copies that I had. I thought adding this quote would make it a bit more dramatic.

A/N: I didn't actually plan on having Satoshi's past to be so long. Who knows how Kiyomi had sex with Satoshi when his body shouldn't be able to cum. Kiyomi is such a sadist. I think I'm a schizo with an unhealthy obsession with rape (how else will it explain how my multi-chaptered fics somehow have rape).

Hikari: Wow. Hikari is so smart! I'm glad I have her (or him) as a friend (and not as an enemy). As a friend, tell me ALL their secrets! XD And Krad, you didn't seem to mind me calling you a blondie a few times in the story! XP Riku, I didn't know you like to videotape live footage of –nose bleed- Dark and Daisuke fuck- I mean, making love and what not! Thanks for reviewing!