A/N: hey guys sorry for my slow updates . But hey! School is out and I'm back in action to write again. So in order to celebrate here is a new chapter of Escape.
This is really a default chapter, but seeing as I've gotten quite a few PM's about how you guys like to see parts of Natsume's past I thought this one would be another flashback scenario. Starting with something g to trigger a memory for him. So here you go guys, another chapter of Natsume-chan's past hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Natsume Yuujinchou.
-Natsume POV-
Two weeks went by after Matoba had subbed for his class, Hatake was back to school and teaching. His wife was still home with the baby for the rest of the year, taking up job of teaching young exorcist to utilize their abilities.
Natsume himself had taken things easy after getting a rough beating after his friends had embarrassed Matoba. While his body had been regretful of the situation he had certainly not been.
It had been worth it, too feel those overwhelming emotions. To feel those butterflies in the pit of his stomach, in a good way not a bad way for once in his life. It had been one of his happiest moments.
Matoba had been very scornful though afterwards, not letting him go anywhere alone. Bearly letting him out of sight, while though he was used to such things it was starting to worry him.
Matoba was a very possessive man, he knew that very well. But this was now bordering something more harmful than possessive, something he'd seen before. Something he thought he'd never see again.
-Flashback-
CRASSSSSSH!
Natsume curled into a ball, tears streaming down his face as voices shouted over him. He was afraid so afraid, one moment everything had been fine.
He had just woken up from a regular routine; gotten dressed in a kimono set out for him, waited for a servant to come get him and joined Matoba in the private room that had been set up for them.
The next thing he knew Matoba had thrown a fit about how the kimono he was wearing wasn't the one had had picked out for that day.
The table wear and cups had been thrown everywhere at anything or person that had entered the room. Voices shouted for their young master to calm down.
Natsume was scared, he didn't know what to do. He just wanted to leave but knew he couldn't, if Matoba didn't have his way no one would be happy. So he just sat their until it quieted down, and a hand roughly gripped him as he was pulled up from the ball he had formed.
He looked up to see Matoba, rage in his dark eyes as he was ripped from the room and pulled back into their room that they shared. as soon as the door slammed shut he let go.
His legs trembled beneath his small body, as he cried . He legs bent from trembling, he curled back into a ball. He let his golden-hued wings wrap around him protectively.
" Natsume, come here now. " Matoba hissed heatedly.
He whimpered, afraid as to what what would happen but slowly unwrapped his wings from him and stood up. He then looked to Matoba tears in his eyes as he moved slowly towards the teenager.
Said teenager held his arms out towards him and waited until he reached them. Once he did, he was gathered up and held.
He let his head lay on the others shoulder wrapping his thin limbs around the older male. Letting Matoba carry him , as the sound of a door slid open.
He was then carried through the hallways as he peeked up from Matoba's shoulder, until they stopped and walked into a room and the elegant door slid shut.
" Natsume is mine father, you are not interfere. I asked you to keep away from him, as I did with everyone else. He is not anyone's but mine! " Matoba shouted, and the clutch on his back getting immensely tighter.
Natsume tightened his own grip, in return straightening in Matoba's hold. He lifted his head, didn't dare to turn around though. One of Matoba's hands snaked it's way into Natsume's hair lightly brushing it.
He froze at this, taking note that the teen was displeased. When Matoba's hand stopped brushing his hair and moved to his back once again he then knew something was up.
It was only then he turned his small body in those arms to gaze up at Matoba did he realize what the man wanted. He wanted Natsume to let go so he could be set down.
And so he let his fingers unlock from the others neck, and placed them on the shoulders as his small body was prepared to touch the ground.
And when his feet hit the floor he stood for a moment before his hand was gripped and he was lead out from the room. He looked back to see that it was not Matoba who had led him from the room but Nanase.
Matoba by the looks of it was going to talk with his father again, while he most likely was to sit in a room where no one could see him.
After all ever since he had arrived here he was never seen by one but Matoba, Nanase, and the Head of the clan himself and a few servants of Matoba's. Other than that others were forbidden to see him, and guests were told to stay away from certain rooms because he inhabited them.
He was lonely to say the least, never having any other company but those who Matoba approved. And that itself was hardly what you could call approved.
When Matoba had school or work he was to sit quietly with Nanase or the Chief, and wait for Matoba to come back. He'd learn to do so weeks before after he'd been caught.
Escape was futile, and hoping for it was nothing but a childish dream as Matoba had put it. That though was a distant thing of the past when he was getting a beaten into submission, or as Matoba had put it "his affection".
Something that was also unwarranted by him. At first Natsume didn't understand it , the affection he was shown. He had heard that this type of affection was shown to those who were dubbed " lovers" , a word that he'd learned from Sensei.
He was told about it somewhat, from Hinoe too. She had said that it was i intament touching between a man and a woman, but in some cases it was also between a man and a man or a woman and a woman.
At first it was just a brush of the cheek, a hand on the shoulder or an arm around his waist. But then it grew into more "touches" and then pecks on the cheek and soon "kisses" as they were called.
He was afraid when clothes started coming off after that, at first he fought blindly batting his arms and trying to get away. But after another threat or two and some odd beatings he knew to be quite.
Matoba had tried to coax him into some things trying to be nice about it. And after the had something called "sex ". Something he also learned from Sensei after reading one of his Grandmother Reiko's books where a man had put his thing into the girl's private part he had asked what it meant. When he was told it meant that they were having sex and showing their love for one and another.
Though that was nothing like what Matoba did with him. His first time was rough, his clothes torn off. Sensei had said that sex was meant to be gentle, sex for him was not gentle.
had been mad that day and had wanted Natsume to sit with him. At first everything was fine , and then someone had called Matoba and then it got rough.
He was pushed off Matoba's lap, and then a fit had occurred like it had before. The dark haired teen was angry very very angry. He sat their for a while Matoba had thrown things until he had calmed down and looked back at Natsume blankly at first. But then it soon turned into a maddening grin.
He had asked him if he wanted Matoba to feel better. He of course was scared so he'd shaken his head yes to make the other happy. But he had not expected the sudden movements that followed. He was shoved down and had his innocence destroyed, his already quite demeanor became even worse.
He dared not to make Matoba angry, afraid he might get punished. He didn't have "sex" again for another few months. His body was glad for that, and so was his emotional welfare.
The young teen threw fits every now and again, especially when his father had requested that he let him outside for a little bit. Even though his father said he'd be out of sight of others Matoba had refused saying he hadn't needing to go outside, that their was no reason. That they could just open the bedroom doors and he could look out side from their.
The head didn't ask those questions anymore after that, letting Matoba do what he wanted while he watched quietly.
-Flashback end-
He was only six at the time, Matoba was sixteen a teen filled raging hormones. While all his friends were excited about relationships and to experience adult things he was not. For he was already used to those activities, though he wouldnt admit it out loud.
Matoba would be over his fit soon, hed leave him alone after a few days of loved filled activities and a quiet submissive Natsume following him. Yes, he had gotten used to things at the main house hold with the new head.
And their you go! Another chapter of Escape, this was a long one too, over 1000+ words not including the authors note.
Well anyway please comment, review, etc.
Oh! Before I forget, I was meaning to say this last chapter. I'm currently looking for a Beta someone to help with chapters and stories; keep me focused on my writings ,and such. Much like an editor, so if anyone is willing to help it'd be greatly appreciated! PM me for details! :)
-Sorrowfulchild