Vantage Point: Chapter 4: Time For A Reality Check, Akashiya

Last time on Vantage Point...

By now, Moka had heard enough. Her rage was slowly getting the better of her.

" And what the hell do you know about pain, human?" She snapped bitterly. Every muscle in Tsukune's body tensed. She didn't just ask the taboo question, did she? Oh, she was going to regret asking that. Tsukune slowly turned around, his hair shadowing his eyes. In an even slower manner, Tsukune looked at her, eyes blazing with an unquneched-coldness.

Moka was really going to regret asking that question. Tsukune would make sure of it.

"Akashiya-san, you want me to tell you what I know about pain? What I know about misery and suffering? Oh, I'll surely tell you what I know about pain and suffering!" Tsukune said, his voice laced with rage, and...was that...bitterness Moka felt? Moka crossed her arms, and threw Tsukune a look. He had her absolute attention now. And by the time he was done, there was no way she would ever ask such a taboo question like that again, maybe it would even teach her to consider other people's feelings for once.

"Alright Akashiya, I'll tell you a little story," Tsukune said, and Moka was thrown in through a loop. A story? What the hell does that have to do with pain and suffering? No matter, if it amused him, she would go ahead and listen, but she would kick his ass later for wasting her time. Moka was broken from her internal musings, when Tsukune began his...story.

Little did she know that the story Tsukune was about to, vividly spin for her, and would shake her world to her foundations. Everything she knew would be questioned and turned on its head, until answers were spewed out. Her world, was about to shatter like glass, and she was about to find out, how brutal Tsukune's life was. The interesting part was, however, that this wasn't even the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

"This story begins in the downtown parts of Tokyo, where all the- least pleasant parts of the so called amazing city resided," Tsukune began, and before Moka knew it, she found herself lost in the torrential tidal waves that was indeed, Tsukune's life.

Flashback:

Tsukune was wandering down the streets of downtown Tokyo, and from what his six year old mind could deduct, tonight was going to be very, very chilly. Too bad he was stuck wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and beaten up shorts, or he would've wanted to stay out longer, a lot longer. Well, actually he had to stay outside. His foster parents, his sixth set, which made up of an alcoholic, abusive father, who loved beating him over practically anything, heck he even made shit up just to get a chance to heckle the kid; and a mother who was for a lack of term, a slut, as his abusive bastard of a father loved to say. And since his mother was gone most of the time, no doubt in Tsukune's mind that she was gone most of the time to score another man, sleep with him, just to get away from home, and honestly, if she wasn't such a slut, and as much of a bitch as his "dad", he wouldn't have blamed her for doing what she did. Hell, she was the one who was putting food on the table, since "pops" was too much of a lazy ass to get a job, much less hold one.

But today was one of the rare times when both of his "parents" were home. If there was one thing Tsukune learned while in that-"house" was that having both parents home would equal a terrible night for him. Of course, Tsukune was right, for both of them had ended up in a full-blown argument, over what, Tsukune had absolutely no idea. But he watched as the yelling raged on. It was only when an empty beer bottle had been thrown, and broken on his face, that Tsukune decided to leave the household, knowing that this would continue all night. As he was going to leave, however, good ol' "pops" spotted him and grabbed a bottle, intentions clear. Tsukune nearly tripped over himself as he ran down the stairs before he could get to him. As he left the apartment he called "hell on earth", he could hear the arguing continue again. The only reason no one bothered to check out what was going on was the fact that it was downtown Tokyo. This was a common thing, hell it happened everywhere in downtown, the place was littered with bad folks and drug dealers.

Tsukune cursed under his breath as the cold winds started to pick up, his underfed body getting goose bumps, as he tried to cling onto what little body heat his malnourished body could produce. Tsukune looked up at the sky, as his stomach growled loudly, demanding food, before it would start to consume his body, and that was an actual fact (1). He hadn't eaten in days, and now was his only chance to eat.

He started to dart around in the shadows, searching trash cans and dumpsters for something edible. His hunt was a success. He had managed to find a piece of suspiciously soggy bread, with some green stuff on in. Tsukune knew not to eat that part, and a piece of meat, with tiny little white worms in it (2).

Taking his finds to an empty alley way, he hid behind a brown box as he pulled out a stone that he always carried with him, to make fires and some twigs. And before he knew it, he was roasting the rotten meat over the fire with a metal hanger that he had taken the time to take apart, and stabbed the meat through it, humming a mindless tune as he watched the meat cook.

Tsukune suddenly saw someone from all the way down the other side of the alleyway, and immediately was on alert. The person in question was heading right towards him. As the person grew closer, he saw that the person was a she, and had brown hair that came down to about mid-back, and the most amazing chocolate colored eyes Tsukune thought he had ever seen. She was like an angel, coming down to him. She had a small smile and to him, was absolutely breath-taking, at least, in his eyes it was.

"Hello there, little one. What are you doing, in a place like this?" She asked him, when she was close enough. Tsukune looked up at her, for he was sitting down, the metal pole in his hands held in a way one would see a fisherman hold his fishing stick, or whatever they called it, while waiting for a fish to nab at the bait.

"Nuthin'. Just sitting here, waiting for the meat to cook so I can eat. Mah -parents are ah-fightin' and I wanted out, so here I am," Tsukune replied, a grin on his face, as if that response was supposed to be normal, and to Tsukune, it was. The woman blinked in surprise, before putting out the fire.

"Hey! What da heck was that for?" Tsukune cried out, shocked that she would do such a thing.

"A poor kid like you doesn't deserve to be out here in the cold, why don't you come with me to spend the night, hm?" She asked an odd tone in her voice. Tsukune thought it was compassion he was hearing, and eagerly accepted the invitation, but due to the cold, hunger, and hope that someone nice may have taken a shine to him, Tsukune forgot the most common rule that all children follow when outside and the one thing he had made sure to drill into his brain.

Never, listen to, bargain with, or even communicate with a stranger. And Tsukune was about to pay for the small lapse in his judgment. He would never make the same mistake again, after tonight.

Tsukune and the woman made it to a small apartment, and once they stepped inside, pure hell was raised. Tsukune walked through the door, and was promptly knocked out by a blow to the head. As he fell into unconsciousness, he took a glimpse at the offender. To his surprise, it was the very same "angel" that had been so kind to him not too long ago. Never would he forget the malicious smile that was on her face, or the gleam in her eyes.

Tsukune woke up, feeling very uncomfortable. He tried to rub his head, where he had been hit, only to

find that his hands felt unusually heavy, and for that matter, so did his legs. Wearily, he opened his eyes, and saw what was wrong. He was sitting on the floor, and his wrists and ankles were chained to the wall. Tsukune felt something tighten inside him, oh wait- he knew what that was. It was the impending sense of fear and panic. Of course, it was natural, what finding yourself chained to a wall in a god knows where location. But yet, this was his fault for blindly listening to that woman. He should've known better. But it was just so damn hard, and so damn easy to give into the allurement of being saved from his personal hell.

So why is he dragged from one hell to another? Can the gods not decide what hell suits someone like him? Or do they do this to just torture him? Maybe that was his hell, being dragged from one hell to the next, with a false sense of a savior, just to be dragged deeper into the hell that he lives in. Tsukune found his musings cut short when he was the previously closed door of his prison open, and people stepped in, the shadows bending them, shielding them from his eyes.

"Well, guess who decided to wake up fellas?" A voice said. Tsukune recognized that voice, it was the women from before! Only, now her voice had a dark depth to it, malice in her voice. Tsukune had no idea what was going to happen to him, maybe a beating, and then leaving him to rot, before beating him again.

If only he knew, he would've started screaming then. The impending nightmares he would have later on would never cease.

"Alright boys, who wants first go? Have your cash ready at the hand and feel free to take as long as you like, just keep him well enough that I can have him ready for the next set," The woman said, and it was lost on Tsukune what she was talking about but he was about to wish that he continued not to know what she meant. A burly man, excuse me, a muscular man, with tattoos on his arms and a shaven head stepped up, and slapped a wad of cash into the woman's hand. The moonlight finally shined into the room, and now Tsukune could see his surroundings.

With the bald man, there were two others, one with brown unruly hair, and one who looked oddly dressed up, with a suit and tie, he must've just gotten out of work, and from the look at his hands, a married man. The two of them handed their money to the woman and she grinned rather darkly as she counted the money, before waving at Tsukune like she was dropping him off at kindergarten, and not leaving him alone with three suspicious looking men. "Have fun," She said, leaving the room humming a tune Tsukune didn't know.

Now it was just him and three grown men. Tsukune was completely terrified, but he was trying to be a tough kid and not let it show. He would be reduced to sobs and a broken mess later. "Hey, lookie what we got here, huh?" The bald man said, picking Tsukune up roughly by the hair. Tsukune tried not to yelp, and bit his tongue. The bald man smirked. "Let's see how long it takes to break a "tough" brat like you, yeah it's time we did that, right fellas?" The bald man said, and Tsukune could see that from behind him, the two men were unzipping their pants and pulling out their...

Tsukune's eyes widened in terror as he finally put together what was about to happen to him. And there was nothing he could do about it, but he would be damned if he didn't try to get away. "Aww, the brat's already squrimin' and we ain't even do nothing yet," The bald man said, as Tsukune feverishly struggled with the chains. The bald man had enough of him moving around, and smacked his head into the wall, coincidentally where he had been previously hit before. The blow was enough to knock Tsukune out, but as he felt the dark take over him, Tsukune made the mistake to look up at the men, no-animals before him. The trio had nasty smirks on their faces, and the bald man had to make his voice heard.

"Oh, we're goin' ta have LOADS of fun with ya, kid..."

Tsukune didn't know what was happening to him, everything was going by so fast. He was probably drifting in and out of consciousness, or maybe his mind didn't want him to witness what was happening to him. But he could feel it. Their rough hands, violating him, were touching places that frightened him. He FELT them. He felt them put their things inside him, on after another, while the others used his mouth as another "cunt" as he heard them say. Oh, he struggled, he fought tooth and nail. But then they would beat him, but he didn't care, he fought on, even though it was pointless. The bald man was the roughest, forcing his way in. He was an animal, not a man, with the way he grunted and moaned, getting his sick kicks out of raping an unfortunate boy. Multiple times, they released inside him, his mouth, his rectum, whether he wanted to or not, and he definitely didn't, he got a pure taste of hell.

The bald man groaned as he yanked at Tsukune's hair, his erect member thrusting in and out of Tsukune's mouth, feeling his climax approach, he shoved his junk down the boy's throat, releasing his baby batter and smirked with a satisfaction knowing the boy would have to swallow it, or he wouldn't pull out. Currently, the business man was abusing Tsukune's insides, while the brown haired man, which Tsukune would later learn was a well-known child molester and a pedophile, was currently masturbating, releasing his cream on Tsukune's face. Tsukune didn't look, he didn't want to look, but they forced him to open his eyes and watch. Watch as they thrusted inside him, forced him to participate in sucking them off. For that night, he was their toy, and they loved it. Tsukune wanted nothing more than to kill himself.

That's how they rotated, one would take him from behind, another would occupy his throat, while the last one would masturbate, releasing the white stuff that Tsukune had quickly grown to hate, on his face.

After what felt like an eternity, the pain stopped. The abuse had halted, and Tsukune dared open his eyes fully, to see what had happened, but quickly shut them as the bald man whispered in his ear, "For this night, you were our toy. You were our bitch. Remember this night forever, and live in fear, for I will come back, and do it again. Remember my name brat, Ryu Akuma," He whispered, before carelessly dropping his body on the floor, which was stained with blood and urine. The men left the naked boy and the woman stepped in, not even throwing Tsukune a glace as she look at the open door. Tsukune thought it was finally over, that he would get to leave.

He was wrong. His eyes widened in terror as he saw three different men walk in the room. And it was then that he realized something. He wasn't the man- Ryu's bitch. He wasn't the business man's bitch, or the molester's bitch. No, he knew who was really pulling the strings. His supposed "savior." For this night, he was HER bitch, and she would proudly flaunt him, letting the world know that for this night, he belonged to her.

What was worse was that they both knew Tsukune couldn't do a damn thing about it.

End of Flashback

"...For that night, I relived hell over and over again. And now, here you are, asking me what I know about pain? You may think you know pain, but you only experience true pain when you go to hell, and I was tossed into every hell known to man and then some that night! Don't you dare-don't even think about asking me what I know about pain!" Tsukune yelled, glaring at her, unshed tears in his eyes.

Moka stared at him in shock. She knew humans were cruel, and insignificant beings, her father made sure to drill that into her head from the day she was born, but what she had just heard made her mind go blank. "Humans can do that to their own and sleep comfortably at night?"She thought to herself, if anything she felt like going straight down to the human realm to find this, Ryu Akuma, and let the night rain his blood. As for why, she didn't even know. But her musings were broken as she kept listening to Tsukune.

"Akashiya, didn't you know the misery loves company, but pain only loves me?" Tsukune suddenly said, confusing Moka. "What are you babbling about,-"She was cut short when she saw the lifeless look in his eyes, those cunning earth red eyes of his. Suddenly, the air around them began to feel heavier, yokai practically pressing down on them. Moka, to her surprise, found herself unable to breathe for a moment, due to the sudden rise of this new yokai. But, the only people her were that blue-haired girl, Moka had already forgotten her name, but knew she was currently in la-la land, so it wasn't her, and it defiantly wasn't herself, she had control over her power, and Tsukune-! Moka stared at the source of this new yokai in shock. "How can a human produce yokai? Moreover, I have never felt this kind of power before, it almost matches mine in sheer rawness!" She thought to herself. As quickly as the mysterious yokai appeared, it vanished. Tsukune looked like he didn't even feel it! "Who exactly are you, Tsukune?"

Tsukune was turning to leave, but before he did, he tossed back her Rosario. Moka didn't even realize she had caught it until she felt the cool metal in the palm of her hand. "Pain only loves me...Good night, Akashiya," Tsukune said, a dull tone in his voice as he headed back to the boy's dorm, leaving Moka to reseal herself and Outer Moka to take the blue haired seductress back to the girl's dorm.

Tsukune flopped onto his futon, his face in his pillow. His eyes were lifeless as he watched his childhood in his mind. Ironically, he started humming part of a song that he remembered from oh so long ago.

"Pain, without love,

Pain, I can't get enough

Pain, I like it rough

'Cause I rather feel pain than nothing at all"

It was certainly true, he only received pain his entire childhood, even when he became a teenager, he still felt unloved. It seemed that the gods thought he couldn't get enough of the one thing he always knew, pain. He knew that pain came rough, how else would he get it? The gods didn't think he should get pain by just a scrape; no he HAD to get rough. But he wasn't sure if he preferred pain over feeling nothing at all, pain was the only thing he knew, but he had never felt nothing, for he had pain to feel. After all, the gods did love giving him that over nothing.

The sudden sense of misery in his life, along with his spiraling train of thoughts lead him to do something he thought he would never do again. He cried. Not loudly, but silent tears. For that night, for the first time since his childhood, he cried in the dark, with no one to comfort him, he had nothing, nothing but pain surrounding him, as always.

Kit: Done at last!

Inner Moka: Jeez, why the hell did you make me a emotionless cold-hearted bitch?

Kit: I thought you would like it...

Inner Moka: *remains silent*

Kit: Thought so...

Inner Moka: The next chapter is going to be hell to write isn't it?

Kit: Not really...

Inner Moka: Then stop standing here and get to work! *Yokai starts surrounding her in a blazing fury*

Kit:*Squeaks* Yes mam'! *Almost runs Tsukune over while making a mad dash to the computer*

Tsukune: *Gets up* what the hell is his problem?

Inner Moka: *Crosses arms and looks away with a slight blush* I have no idea...

Tsukune *Deadpans* you scared the shit out of him, didn't you?

Inner Moka: *Growls and bares fangs at Tsukune*

Tsukune: *Eyes widen and quickly walks away*

Inner Moka: *Sighs and pouts a little* Damn it...Read and Review, or I'll show you your place.

Tsukune: *Mutters* I wouldn't mind showing Moka HER place...

Inner Moka: What was that Tsukune?

Tsukune: Oh nothing, nothing at all...

1: The body can go without food for quite some time, but the stomach will eventually turn on itself and start consuming itself if it receives no other source of nourishment.

2: Those are maggots...yes I know. Completely disgusting, but those are maggots.