NOTE: I just wanted to mention real quickly that the rating on this fic was changed from "T" to "M" due to what happens in this chapter. I did this just to be on the safe side. Thank you for reading~!
When Fuji and Ryoma found themselves outside of the Echizen residence, the younger boy's body began to shake. With every step that they took, he moved slower and slower until he stopped completely in front of the door. Placing his hand on the knob, he turned it and opened the door. Peering in, he didn't notice anyone in the house.
"I'll go get the things I need. You can stay here because I'll make it quick," Ryoma rushed up the stairs.
Fuji looked around the room. Everything was a complete mess with garbage on the floor and pictures that would usually hang on the wall were cracked. The sight put a pain in his heart because no one should have to live in these conditions. Taking a seat on the small couch, he let out a sigh and waited for Ryoma to come back down.
Up in Ryoma's room, the small boy began to gather his clothing into a bag. He pulled his cap from the side of his bed and placed it over his hair. Rushing around, he tripped over his on foot and landed face first into the floor.
"That's a nice position for you, Ryoma."
Ryoma, shocked from hearing the voice, got up and turned to see the man standing in the doorway. "Dad…"
"I was worried when you didn't come home last night," Nanjiro staggered his way closer to his son. "I even bought you a present." He tossed a magazine at the young boy.
"What?" Ryoma looked down to notice that it was just another one of the old man's porn books. He let it drop out of his hands. "I…I don't want those…types of things."
"Really? You seemed to enjoy looking at them a few nights ago."
He zipped the bag that sat on his bed and threw it over his shoulder. "I'm leaving."
"Where do you think you're going? Running away from home?" Nanjiro stood where Ryoma couldn't slip past him. "I was angry when I couldn't find you last night. We have some unfinished business."
"Leave…leave me alone…"
Nanjiro placed his hand under his son's chin and forced him closer. "That's no way to talk to your father."
"Y-you're not…not even a good…father," Ryoma tried to keep his tears from falling down his cheeks.
"Ryoma, this is just punishment for you being a naughty son."
"I…I d-don't want this," he closed his eyes as the man's lips came closer to his. He could feel Nanjiro's free hand slipping down the side of his body; going after his shorts. "N…no…"
All of a sudden, Ryoma found himself pinned to the ground with his own father stripping him from his clothing. Only being able to cry and gasp from the man's touch, he had no strength to fight him off. He knew that the only person that could save him was his teammate that sat down in the living room. If only Ryoma could find his voice to have the ability to yell out in pain. Even after being violently tossed onto his stomach, he just couldn't get himself to say a word. No matter how much he wanted to scream, at the same time, he didn't want anyone to see the way he looked right now.
"Ryoma, don't worry, I'll be gentle this time," Nanjiro caressed the boy's leg and light kissed it. "Doesn't it make you feel good? Aren't you excited?"
Ryoma didn't reply; he just continued to lie there as his father did as he pleased. Though, through Nanjiro's aggressive thrusting and the moaning he couldn't help but make, Ryoma heard footsteps coming from the hallway.
"Senpai―!" Ryoma's voice cracked as he screamed in complete agony.
Fuji, hearing Ryoma's call, raced to the room where he saw Nanjiro violating his son. Even with being smaller than the older man, Fuji pushed him away and grabbed for Ryoma's bare body.
"Where did you come from?" Nanjiro got onto his feet and pulled his pants back up. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What do I think I'm doing?" Fuji opened his eyes to show their icy blue color. His grip around Ryoma grew tighter to try and make him know that he wouldn't hurt the young boy. "You're the one who should be answering that! You have no right doing this to an innocent child. I don't care what your sick reasoning may be, but to take your own son and strip him down to his bare skin is disturbing. For you take away his innocence and treat him like your own play thing is not what a father should do. You should be treating him with kindness and teaching him things he needs to know. I can't believe a parent would even dare to break his own child. How could you do this to him? How can you sleep at night knowing that you've completely ruined your son? You pedophile!"
Nanjiro, aggravated, took the collar of Fuji's shirt in his hand forcing him to let go of Ryoma. "You have no right telling me what I should and shouldn't be doing. You don't know what has happened in this house. Ryoma wanted this anyways…he asked for it."
"Liar!" Fuji growled. "He would never ask for this. You're the perverted old man who decided if you could get some you'd take it from your son!"
Ryoma crawled his way towards his nightstand and took his cell phone from off of it. Dialing a number into it while his father and Fuji continued to yell, someone picked up. All he could manage to say before passing out was "My father raped me."
After hearing those words slip from the boy's mouth, Nanjiro ran for it. Fuji tried to chase him, but he couldn't keep up as he watched the man run down the street. He heard the sirens coming from the road, and he knew that it was going to be a long and uncomfortable night for Ryoma.
NOTE: There, you know who Mister Rapist is. Hate me for making it Nanjiro. I don't care. How many people guessed him? I think some people though it was going to be Momoshiro. I didn't want that because I'm using Momoshiro for another reason in the fic. For a clue on what I mean, think of the part where Ryoma says to Momo that he could have prevented this from happening (chapter 5). Again, I've brought in something to this fic that people might feel uncomfortable with, but I hope you'll continue to read the fic anyways. I wonder how many people will dislike me for writing these types of things…
Anyways, I actually had a hard time writing the last portion of this chapter where Ryoma calls the police on his father. I don't usually get into my personal life, but the reason was because I've had to call the police on my own father a few times in my life. I didn't think it would hurt so much writing those words, but I guess it's because the relationship I had with my father went kind of downhill around six months before he passed away. The reason why I'm saying this is because I want you all to know that in a way I do understand what is happening to Ryoma. In this particular fanfic, I can honestly say that I have had to deal with these types of problems. I've been in Fuji's position where a friend has come to me because she was raped by her own father. I can understand what it feels like to be completely broken and feel as if nothing will go right. Despite the fact that I may have never been in the situations I've put these characters in, I know what they're going through. I don't want to bore you all with all of this, so I just want to say that I cannot stress enough that you should continue to read this fic even if you're slightly uncomfortable with it. Learning about these things, dealing with the pain, and figuring out who you are…it's what I write. It's my life. Even if it's just one person that finds the message I'm giving within my fics and writing, it's a beautiful thing.
Sorry, I've rambled on about depressing things. I've been really stressed out lately because I have a doctor's appointment on February 8th. I might have a rather serious health problem, but I'm going to do my best to continue to update no matter what. You all probably don't care about my actual life though. I don't blame you. Does anyone really care about who the writer is? Maybe you all care more about the fic. I see, I see. Bleh…more rambling. Sorry.
The next update for this fic is Monday (February 15th). I have two free days this week that I have no plans for, so you might get another surprise update. Though, I've been behind my schedule, so you might not get a surprise update. You'll just have to wait and see. I have 19 new fics planned out. I would like you all to go to my profile and vote for which fic I should start next (you can vote for two). All information about the fics can be found on my profile. There are a few different pairings that I haven't written for, but if you're a FujiXRyoma fan and that's it, you'll be happy to know that most of the new fics are for said pairing (There are a few that even have other topics that I really enjoy writing about.). Please, please, please vote. I mean, come on, you'll be helping to decide what fic will come next. How awesome is that?
Anyways, I'm getting tired and I've rambled on for way too long. Thank you for reading this chapter. I hope you will continue to read this fic despite the fact that Nanjiro is the bad guy. It means a lot that you all read my fics. Please continue to support me~!