Yesterday-

Souta had barely waited an hour after his father had left the house before he called his aunt Shizuka, his late mother's step sibling and quickly told her everything that had happened to Kagome as well as the threats his father had made if he didn't comply. He told her about how his father was selling her and that he needed to get to the police station and talk to someone ASAP!

She hadn't believed him at first, but after he had told her of his part in Kagome's rape and the bad shape she had been in- she had dropped her phone and driven across the city to the shrine and picked him up.

She'd been...upset. Understandably so. Even more understandable was the fact that she was swearing like a sailor and threatening to go after his dad with a dull spoon to remove his parts.

Whatever 'parts' meant, he was just happy that she was slightly less mad at him. Having something removed via a dull spoon sounded increadably excruciating.

But she had taken him to the police station nevertheless and while they were waiting to speak with someone, she had called a lawyer just in case. Because even though he was seven and shouldn't be able to participate in things of a sexual nature- he had committed a crime. And would likely suffer some form of punishment.

Not many would care that his father threatened his and his sister's life if he didn't comply.

On top of that, without Kagome to speak to the police- things were likely to be that much worse for him. As it was, the police had nothing but his word to go on. What if his father was dragged into the station in cuffs and lied? He could tell them anything from Souta being mentally ill to pulling a sick prank and walk out scott free and take Souta with him.

And Souta had no doubt in his mind that if that happened, he would likely suffer the consequences of his actions today.

Still...he was a braver kid than most- to sit there, waiting for something to happen- and by the time he was taken to the back to make his statement and was then released into his aunt's care temporarily, it was already dark out and they were starting to leave when a big commotion at the front of the building made him and his aunt pause.

There on the steps of the building, surrounded by officers, was Souta's dad. Lying on his side, all bloody and burnt and bruised with the words Rapist, and Child Molester etched all over his body, into his skin. And attached to his shoulder was a sticky note containing a name, and address along with pictures of Souta's sister laying on a bed, unconsious or asleep, with only her panties on.

Which many of the officers took turns looking through before turning to his Aunt and telling her to take him home and let him rest- they would be calling him as soon as they found out what his father had done to his sister.

But Souta was sure that they wouldn't find her so easily.

And whoever had hurt his dad like this was insane.

They just had to be...