Title: His abusive past

By: Namikaze Naruto, tenma no ouji

Revised and Rewritten


Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me...But I do own my OC's/

Warning: Shounen ai (Yaoi, boys love...), Language, mentions of abuse and Not for Rinko fans!

Pairings:

OT3 (...TezuRyoFuji...)

or

OT6 (...TezuFujiRyoYukiAtoSana...)

Other pairings: golden pair, InuiKai...and others...


The Beginning of the end...


'Worthless'

'Disgraceful'

'Freak'

'Monster'

Each derogatory name was met with a hit. It didn't matter how it was done as long as he felt pain, then everything was alright. A woman stood over Ryoma, a fist planted on her hips and a sneered graced her lips. "Why can't you just die and save me all the trouble." she hissed, venom lacing each word, "You were a mistake, something that should never have been born." Rinko screeched, raising her hand she sent backhanded strike across the small boys face causing him to fall over.

A soft sobbed escaped his bloodstained lips but it did nothing but fuel Rinko's hate, "Die! Just die, you demon!" A scream escaped Ryoma's throat as the woman's feet dug painfully into his stomach.

Gasping for air, the dark haired boy curled into a fetus position, tears leaking from tightly closed eyes. Before he could even try to get air back into his deprived lungs he felt the feet connect painfully into his chest this out in pain once again, Ryoma uncurled himself as he lay heaving. A burning sensation in his throat had him coughing causing blood to dribble down his chin and from the corner of his mouth.

Sobbing, he begged the woman he was loathed to call his mother, for no more. Hoping and praying that just for this once that she would take mercy on him. His prayers went unheard as he felt a hand wrap itself around his neck and squeezed, nails digging painfully into his throat. "Today is the day you'll die. I'll make sure of it this time." Rinko murmured, eyes crazed.

Wide cat-like eyes stared at the woman in fear as he felt what little air he had left in his lungs flee as the psychotic woman wrapped her hands around his throat, her nails digging painfully into the side of his neck. He was going to de, he was sure of it. This woman would show him none of the mercy he had hoped for.

"You deserve all the pain you get, you little bastard. You took my husbands attention away from me and I hate you for it, loathed you even." Rinko hissed out, her grip loosening a bit and Ryoma desperately tried to fill his lungs with air. "How dare you do such a thing to me. The moment my beloved saw you, he never looked at me again. You stole my husband from me, but if you were to die than nothing will steal his attention from me and I will be his world again."

Tightening her hold, Rinko watched with a maniacal glee as the monsters eyes seem to dim, the golden-brownish-green cat-like eyes fluttering before they slowly slid shut. With a laugh of triumph, Rinko got off of Ryoma and with a hateful sneer she brought her leg back and kicked him sending the motionless body tumbling away until it ht the wall several feet away.

"Finally, finally his gone. I have freed you from that demons hold Nanjirou. We can finally be together again. Just the two of us, like it was before he came into our lives." she continued to laugh unaware of the sound of pounding footsteps before the sound of the door being opened


With Nanjirou


Shoulders rotating, a man in his mid twenties closed his eyes and tried to relax his stiff muscles. He was suppose to fly to New York for some business meeting but upon reaching the airport, he was told the meeting was cancelled due to a family emergency.

So here he was, sitting in the back of his limo as a mountain size headache began making itself known. Rubbing his temple, the young man took a deep breath and tried to clear his thoughts. And sighed in frustration when he couldn't stop his thoughts from circulating. Turning his head, Nanjirou stared out the window, watching as everything passed in a blur of colors before closing his eyes. His thoughts drifted towards his precious little boy, once again, like it seemed to do a lot in the recent years.

He had no idea what to do. For the last couple of weeks he had drove Ryoma to school and picked him up from it but he never seemed to be in any bad shape. His clothes weren't ruffled, torn and there was no blood stains. No bruises, no cuts, no nothing.

It actually looked as if his little prince was quite popular in school judging from how all the other kids would stop what they were doing to watch his son. Almost like they respected him. For what reason, he didn't know. He figured it was just one of the things kids do.

He heard snippets of conversation between the youngsters and had to resist the urge to snort in amusement at what the kids refer to Ryoma. A prince. What were the odds; that his nickname for his son would also become his moniker for others. Ryoma wasn't the only one to be addressed as such either, his three best-friends, who were more like pseudo cousin's then anything. were also talked about like that. And he wondered what the reason for that was.

When he spoke to the teacher's and the principal about the possiblities of the students bullying his son, they all seemed shocked and surprised by the revelation and vehemently objected to such accusations, saying that the students adorned Ryoma and no one had ever utter a cruel word towards the boy lease of all a hand to harm him. And he was inclined to believe them from what he witnessed thus far.

He decided to take a more drastic approach. Speaking with the three who would know if Ryoma was being picked on during school. But just like the teachers, Ryoma's friends denied the claim and even looked surprise by the question, even stated that Ryoma was fine whenever they leave the school. And that confused him more then anything for the only time someone would be able to beat Ryoma like that is the five minutes it takes to reach there house after the last of Ryoma's friends seperated from him.

It was weird and made no sense to him. If he wasn't being picked on in school, and he was positive that it wasn't, and he could rule out the five minutes it takes to reach the house, because even if that was the case someone would have seen and stopped the beating after all their neighbors knew and adorned Ryoma, knowing him since he was a baby and...all of a sudden something became clear to him.

Ryoma was only hurt on two specific days. The first and last Fridays of every month. The days where no one will be at the estate because those days were the ones the workers had off, the only time he was ever beaten, and only one person could be the culprit of the crime.

Nanjirou's eyes snapped open in alarm and fear when the realization of who was the true culprit behind Ryoma's beating. And he wondered why it had taken him so long to figure it out. The answer was right in front of him the whole time.

The reason his son was always jumpy whenever Rinko was around, how he'd withdrawn into himself when she was near or why he never wanted to be in the same room as her. It was so obvious now that he could have smacked himself. 'How the hell did I not see this earlier?' Once the shock faded from his system he remembered his beloved son was home, alone – the servants having the day off – with the woman who was abusing him, Nanjirou yelled towards his driver, telling him to quickly bring him home. 'Ryoma, please be alright!'

Half an hour later, the estate was finally in sight and not bothering to wait until the car came to a complete stop, Nanjirou tore across the lawn and up the stairs to his house. Reaching out and grasping the knob of the door, he retched it open letting the door slam against the wall as his took in the laughing form of his wife and the bloody, motionless form of his son.

His little Ryoma.


With Rinko


'Slam'

The sound of the door being slammed open caused Rinko to cease laughing and turned wide eyes towards her husband who was standing in the doorway. Fear and anxiety present in his eyes and his face.

"Honey!" whispered Rinko swallowing nervously when she was on the receiving end of the golden brown eyes that had narrowed in anger, hate and sorrow.

"Rinko, what did you do?" he whispered as he ran across the room and dropped to his knees beside Ryoma, arms came out to wrap around the motionless form. "Oh dear god! Ryoma!" he called gently shaking him. "Ryoma! Open your eyes! Seishounen!"

No response. Not even a twitch. Leaning down further, Nanjirou opened his sons mouth a bit and placed his ear in front of it to see if he was still breathing since he could barely see the rise and fall of his chest. A small worried sigh escaped his lips. Ryoma was breathing but barely and it was choppy like he was having a hard time getting air into his lungs.

Nanjirou quickly grabbed his phone and called for help telling the dispatcher the house number, street and about his sons condition. And was told that the ambulance and police were on the way. Turning to look for Rinko, he saw that she was nowhere in sight. "Damn it, the bitch, wait until I find her. She's going to pay for this." The sounds of sirens were heard as several EMT rushed inside the house.

Nanjirou slowly stood up, "Please help him. His not moving and his barely breathing" he called out tears forming in his eyes as he watched the medical team gently lift his son and placed him on the stretcher that was brought inside the house, and followed them out. He watched silently, detatched, as the EMT's loaded the stretcher into the ambulace and began hooking his little prince up to the machines. The driver turned a hand planted on the door, "Are you coming with us sir?"

Nodding his head, Nanjirou went to get in when a policeman walked over wanting to question him. "Can't this wait. I want to be with my son. You can question me at the hospital. And I will tell you everything that I know." he whispered, frustration and fear heavily laced his words as he turned and stared at the man.

Agreeing the Police officer watched as the ambulance drove off, silently praying that the small boy will pull through. A frown pulled at his lips, the boy was just a few years younger then his own and he could relate to what the poor man was going through for if he ever lost his little boy, he didn't know what he'd do.


Tsuzuku

(To be continued)


-Tenma