All right, everyone, this is it! It's time to take a look at what made Satellite L. Bridget the Untouchable King. Now for those who have already read the original manga, you'll know that Satellite's backstory is the same as his female counterpart. If not, then this chapter will explain everything.

Also, I have decided to keep the genders of Satellite's parents (and step-mother, Olivia) the same, because I think it would make Satellite's tragic life make more sense; therefore, I do NOT own any of those characters, they belong to Dall-Young Lim.

Enjoy


(8 Years Ago)

A limousine pulled up to a mansion within the United Kingdom. Inside the limousine sat a young women with shoulder-length dark brown hair and brown eyes and wore a brown dress. She pulled out a handkerchief and...

*COUGH* *COUCH* *COUGH*

Next to the woman sat a little boy, her nine-year-old son; the boy had short blond hair that covered his forehead a bit, he wore a white short-sleeved button-up shirt and black shorts, along with a red neck wrap.

As the limousine pulled up to the front door, the woman stepped out the limousine, holding her timid son's hand. "Well, this is it," the woman said to her son. "This is where your father lives, and where WE shall be living from now on: the L. Bridget Family Mansion."

The nine-year-old boy looked up at the mansion...his new home.

*CLICK* *CREEK*

As the door opened, the mother and son stepped inside; the son was more nervous than before.

"So, you must be Noelle Alongrutch, correct?" From atop the stairs stood a middle-aged woman with blond hair that was put up and wearing a black Victorian dress. Two children stood next to her on opposite sides, both looking down at the new residence; one was a young man with short blond hair; the other was a younger girl who looked just like her mother, but had blond hair instead. "Welcome to the L. Bridget Mansion," continued the woman up the stairs. "My name is Olivia L. Bridget. I'm sure you know my husband, Howard, right?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you," said Noelle. "Thank you very—"

"SILENCE!" yelled Olivia. "Just the SIGHT of you and your ill body sickens me. Listen close, I am only doing this by Howard's request, but that doesn't mean that I will EVER accept you—or your son—as a part of our family. UNDERSTAND?!"

As Olivia walked away, Noelle's child hid behind his mother in fear. Noelle looked behind at her cowering son, a look a despair in her eyes. All she could think about was the day she first met Howard and—

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Noelle Alongrutch," said the teenage boy as he stepped down the stairs to approach his new guest, along with his younger sister. "My name is Vincent L. Bridget, the eldest child," continued the teenage boy. "And THIS is my younger sister, Louisa."

"Nice to meet y—*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*" Noelle suddenly coughed into her handkerchief again. "*HACK* I'm sorry."

"Oh no, it's fine," said the teenage boy politely. Just then, he noticed the boy behind Noelle. "Aw, and who's that cute little guy behind you. Come on. Don't be shy."

"Go on, sweetie," Noelle said to his son. "Say hello."

Nervous, the nine-year-old boy peered out from behind his mother and walked up to the two L. Bridget sibling. "H-Hello," he said timidly. "I'm S-Satellite Alongrutch, and I'm nine years old."

"'Satellite'? What a funny name," said Vincent politely. "Can I call you 'Lite'?"

"'Lite'? Yeah, I kinda like it." Satellite gave a small smile.

"Oh, how rude, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Vincent. And THIS is my younger sister, Louisa."

Satellite turned his attention to the younger girl standing next to Vincent; this girl had been shockingly glaring at Satellite since the latter entered the mansion with his mother.

"So, Louisa," said Vincent politely, "do you have anything you wanna say to your new older brother?"

"...YOU'RE NO BROTHER OF MINE!" Louisa suddenly yelled as she pointed at Satellite, frightening the terrified little boy and the older boy.

"Louisa, that was NOT nice! Apologize!" Vincent demanded his younger sister.

Instead, Louisa slapped Satellite's face, shouting, "NEVER!"


And THIS, my faithful readers, marks the beginning of the tragic and depressing life of Satellite L. Bridget, the boy who would grow up to become the Untouchable King, for days...maybe even weeks...went by, and Satellite's life began spiraling out of control.

One day, for example...


"GIDDYUP!"

*WHAT*

"GIDDYUP, I SAY!"

*WHIP*

Sitting on top of her older half-brother, Louisa cruelly pulled on Satellite's hair and and whacked him with a horse whip, forcing the bastard L. Bridget child into being a horse.

*WHIP*

Louisa whacked Satellite again, bringing her older half-brother to tears. "Louisa! Stop it! PLEASE!" begged Satellite tearfully.

"SHUT UP!"

*WHIP*

Louisa merely whacked Satellite again.

"What is going on here?" Vincent suddenly called out as he entered the field, witnessing Louisa's brutality on the bastard child.


"Where on bloody earth did you learn to treat people like that?!" Vincent demanded after forcing Louisa off. "Now say you're sorry to your brother!"

"WHAT brother?!" Louisa furiously yelled back. "Mother said could do whatever I wanted to that thing because he's nothing but a rape-child!"

"'Rape-Child'?! How could you call him such a thing? We will be talking to Mother about this at ONCE!"


"How could you SIDE with that bastard?!" Olivia cruelly asked her son later that day. "You oughta be ASHAMED of yourself!"

"Mother, it doesn't matter who I'm siding with!" said Vincent desperately. "What matters is that Lite might—

"That boy is the son of that whore!" Olivia interrupted coldly. "The same whore who bribed my husband—YOUR FATHER—into getting raped!"


Outside the room Vincent and her mother were arguing in, Satellite could do nothing but hold his hands to his ears as tightly as he could, hoping to not listen to what he heard.


Later that night, Satellite was in bed, but could hardly sleep as he couldn't get over everything he endured; instead, he cried into his pillow, drowning himself in—

*CLICK* *CREEK*

All of a sudden, the door was suddenly pushed open. Curious, Satellite looked back, only to see Louisa on the other side of the archway. Terrified, Satellite pulled the covers over him; the poor boy shivered in terror as he couldn't take anymore abuse from his sister.

However, Louisa pulled the sheets clean off the bed and crawled all the way over to her brother.

As he felt a shadow overlap him, Satellite looked up at and saw Louisa right on top of him, smiling at him with evil thoughts in her mind.


*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

"Mummy, can I speak with you?" asked Satellite the next morning.

*CLICK* *CREEK*

As he walked in, he saw his mother on a rocking chair, holding a handkerchief to her mouth.

"What—*COUGH* *COUGH*—what is it, Lite?"

"Mummy, I don't wanna live anymore."

"Sweetie, we have nowhere else to go, your father—"

"BUT I HATE IT HERE! *GASP* *GASP* E-Ever since we started living here, Louisa has been very mean."

"But she's your younger sister. She's just trying to be nice."

"NO, SHE'S NOT! Louisa keeps hurting me, forcing to be a horse, kicking me in the legs, pulling at my hair, and...and last night...when everyone else was asleep...…...she came into my room...…...and she started touching me in places that made me feel really uncomfortable and—"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Noelle finally yelled as she got up. "You think YOU'RE the only one who's suffering? I'm sorry you don't like it, but THIS is our now. We have no place else to go. What do you think would happen to you if we left? And I wasn't here to—*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*" As she continued coughing, she fell to her knees and grabbed the edge of the table she sat at as she tried to help herself up. "*HACK* Please, whatever you're going through...DON'T make it worse for me..."

Satellite could do nothing but watch in horror as he saw his mother nearly collapse and continue coughing at her illness.


And so, poor Satellite had no choice but to endure Louisa's abuse. Unfortunately, her actions became worse and worse, for what started off as physical and verbal abuse, soon became very sexual and disturbing. Despite his many opportunities, Satellite could merely do nothing but take on the abuse, for any problems would lead to him and his mother becoming homeless. Until one night...


"STOP IT! PLEASE! STOP!"

"What was that?" Louisa asked furiously yet silently.

Currently, she and Satellite were both on the bed in Satellite bedroom, both completely naked. Satellite was on his arms and knees, crying in turmoil, while his younger half-sister laid right on top of him, jerking at his nine-year-old penis.

"I'll ask again, WHAT WAS THAT?!" Louisa whispered more furiously into her older half-brother's ear.

"...-G-GIMME MORE! PLEASE! MORE, MY MASTER!" Satellite reluctantly cried.

"That's right, my dear Lite," Louisa whispered sadistically. "Because as long as you live under my roof, you will do EVERYTHING I say, and you're mother shall NEVER suffer; otherwise, you'll both be out on the street."

"No more! PLEASE! I can't take being touched anymore," Satellite thought miserably. "If this keep up, I'll"

"LOUISA!"

Shocked, Louisa turned around and...

*SLAP*

After getting slapped in the face, she saw that it was none other than Vincent, who was glaring down at her in disgust and anger.

"Vincent! I-I-I can explain! You see..."

As Louisa tried to lie out of trouble, her sex victim held himself in shear terror, unable to bear what he went through.


"Satellite, I just want you know that you did nothing wrong," explained Vincent. "But I think it would be best that you started living someplace else, for your mother's safety...and for yours."


Unfortunately, this was beginning for a dark age, as Satellite, the innocent and timid little boy (while still remaining the same on the inside) became a complete shell of himself out the outside: Satellite was sent to a boarding school in the UK, but within only a few years, Satellite became a delinquent and a punk, getting into reckless fights (mostly with those who touch him), listening to heavy metal, stealing stuff, skipping classes, vandalism, and tagging buildings with graffiti. And then, one day...


(4 Years Later)

Satellite, now legally going by the name "Satellite L. Bridget" was at a house spraying graffiti on the side, a devilish grin crossed the punk's face with a lit cigarette in his mouth; recently, he had gotten a tattoo of a bloody spinal cord adorn his right arm, shaved half of his spiky hair off, and gotten a ring in his left ear. "Ha ha ha ha! Bloody brilliant!" he laughed at he stepped back to look at his artwork: a bleeding American flag with the words "GO BLEED, AMERICA" right under it, replacing the words "GOD BLESS AMERICA".

"That'll teach those fucks to call me mum a—"

"HEY YOU!"

"OH, FUCK!" Satellite quickly looked to his left a saw a policeman coming out of his car to chase him. Wasting not time, the thirteen-year-old punk threw the paint can at the police and made a sprint to avoid getting caught.


As soon as Satellite lost the police, she arrived at the boarding school he went to, which was run by nuns. "Hee hee hee hee! What a bunch of cock-cunts," h whispered as he smiled in triumph. But then his smiled dropped as he froze in his feet at what he saw: the head standing outside, glaring at the thirteen-year-old punk. This could only mean one thing: "...Busted!"

Satellite spat his cigarette out his mouth and crushed it with his foot, right before walking to the front door of the boarding school to head inside, trying to ignore his headmistress' continued glare.

"Where have you been, young man?" asked the angered nun.

Again, Satellite just ignored her as he entered the building to go to his—

"WHERE?!" The nun angrily grabbed Satellite's arm, startling the young punk and filling his minds with tragic thoughts...


"STOP IT! PLEASE! STOP!"


"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Satellite yelled as he broke free. "I just went out for a walk."

"Do NOT lie to me!" snapped the nun. "I seen what you've done, it's ALL over the news. Do you realize you could've been arrested?!"

"Well I COULD'VE, but I WASN'T. And, FYI, those assholes—"

"We do NOT use those kind of words in my school!"

"I'll use whatever words I want! Those ASSHOLES called me mum a—"

"I don't wanna here it, young man! Now, go back to the American Embassy and CLEAN up your mess!"

"...LOVE to, but don't WANT to! Later..." Satellite made his way to his—

"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THAT ATTITUDE OF YOURS, SATELLITE L. BRIDGET!" The headmistress' words caused the teenage punk to stop in his tracks and start gritting his teeth as he was reaching his limits. "WE TOOK YOU CARE OF YOU SINCE YOU ARRIVED! WE RAISED YOU! WE FED YOU! WE TAUGHT YOU! WE PRETTY MUCH DID EYERYTHING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY! TO GIVE YOU A LIFE YOU WANTED! FOR YOUR OWN GOOD! AND YET, YOU NEVER ACCEPT ANY OF IT! INSTEAD, YOU SKIP SCHOOL! YOU SNEAK OUT! YOU STAY UP ALL NIGHT! YOU SPEAK RUDELY! YOU INSULT YOUR NEIGHBORS! YOU GET INTO FIGHTS! YOU VANDALIZE THEIR PROPERTY! GOD MAY FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS, BUT I—"

"I NEVER WANTED TO COME TO THIS PLACE!" Satellite snapped back as loud as he could as he turned around. "I ONLY DID IT BECUASE ME MUM WAS BLOODY SUFFERING, SO DON'T TELL ME THAT ANY THIS IS FOR MY OWN MOTHERFUCKING GOOD!" And without another word, he stormed off to his room, leave his headmistress speechless.

Upon reaching his room, Satellite slammed the door and flopped onto his bed. The angry punk then took out his iPod from his nearby drawer and—

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

*THUD*

"WHAT?!" Satellite screamed as he furiously opened the door to stop the annoying banging. "*GASP* *GASP* *GASP* What do you want?" Satellite asked more calmly when she a different nun on the other side of the archway.

"Satellite," said the nun, "we've just received word from the hospital. Your mother's been hospitalized."

Shock at what he heard, Satellite dropped his iPod and rushed to the hospital, passing the nun and—"

"Not so fast, Satellite!" yelled the headmistress.

But Satellite just ran passed her, completely ignoring her.

"Come back here!" the headmistress also yelled.

"Sister, please!" the nun begged as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I can't STAND his attitude anymore!" the headmistress breathed as she tried to calm down.

"It's not entirely Satellite's fault, Sister. It's been really hard on him for the past eight years: he suffered mental, physical, verbal, and even SEXUAL from his half-family, so he was sent here for protection."

"But that DOESN'T condone his actions."

"Regardless, deep down, inside that brutal punk's heart, is just a crying little boy..."


Reaching the hospital, Satellite rushed inside to the ER where his mother was in.

"MUMMY!"

*SLIDE*

He sild the curtain open and froze in shock at what he saw: him ill mother laying asleep in bed with an oxygen cannula within her nostrils.

"L-Lite?" Despite her weak health, Noelle slowly opened her eyes. She saw her son slowly walk up to her and kneel down right by her side, clutching her hand and holding it up to his heartbroken face. "Oh, sweetheart, what happened to you?"

"I'm sorry for leaving you, Mummy," cried the teenage punk. "I...I know it hasn't been like it, but I've been doing the best I could, enduring the pain I kept inside, listening to doing everything I was told, and..."

"No, Lite," said Noelle weakly. "I'M the one who's sorry for forcing you to suffer, just so I could live. If I hadn't done that, I'm sure your life would probably be different."

"Mummy, please! PLEASE, don't die!"

"Lite, I NEED you to promise me something..."

"I-I promise, just DON'T GO!"

"...promise me you will be brave..."

"Mummy!"

"...be strong..."

"PLEASE!"

"...and above all else...NEVER yield..."

"I PROMISE!"

"...n-never *COUGH* *COUGH* lose to anyone..."

"I PROMISE! I WON'T LOSE! TO ANOYONE! NOW PLEASE! PLEASE PROMISE ME YOU WON'T DIE!" Waterfalls of tears began running down the British punk's face as he shut his eyes.

But Noelle gave one last her grieving before she closed her eyes, shedding one final tear.

"...Mummy?" Satellite whispered. "...Mummy?"

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

Satellite slowly opened his eyes; he looked up at the electrocardiogram and saw a flatline on the screen, with the number "0" on the lower right corner. Horror consumed the Brit-punk's face as he looked back down at his mother, noticing her head slightly turned his way, with her eyes shut.

"...…..….MUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMY!"

End


Cast:

Louisa L. Bridget: Kikuko Inoue (Japanese); Erica Lindbeck (English)


So you see, Satellite not a monster OR a rapist, he just pretends to be to scare everybody away from trying to touch him and get themselves hurt. And he NEVER raped his own half-sister, he was merely sexually abused by her. That's not so bad, right?

Anyways, for Vincent and Louisa, you can pretty must imagine the younger appearance of their parents; Vincent is Howard (who has yet to appear, by the way), and Louisa is Olivia.

Later