A silver car was driving through the almost deserted streets of Yokohama. It wasn't a luxury model like a Lamborghini, Bugatti, or Rolls Royce, but rather an economical vehicle that showed slight signs of wear and tear on its body. Tiny drops of the drizzle that plagued the city splattered against the windshield. The driver accelerated slightly, moving forward and splashing through a puddle, sending water spraying onto the sidewalk.

Leaned against the wall, a person was hit by the water thrown up due to the weight of the tire as it made contact with the puddle.

It was a boy whose appearance indicated his brief time on this planet. The strands of his blond hair, which had once stood on end, now fell over his blue eyes, obscuring them. These eyes, if observed closely by a passerby, would reveal an endless void.

Those blue orbs, which once shone with the intensity of a comet burning through the Earth's atmosphere, were no longer the same, they had become dull and devoid of emotion.

Fixing his vacant gaze on the soaked ground, only one single word tormented the chaotic mind of the boy named Mori Hiroki:

"Why?"

The destructive power of that word was akin to a nuclear explosion. The day had begun so well for him. The tranquil and repetitive routine of waking up, having breakfast with his mother and sister, meeting his beautiful girlfriend waiting at the entrance of his house so they could go to school together, and having his childhood friend join them along the way.

Even though he was tormented day after day by the transfer student, serving as the older boy's punching bag merely for amusement, it was those moments spent with the people he loved that alleviated, if only a little, the new and arduous school life he had been facing for just over two months. He was living a true hell, where the older student had fractured some of his bones more times than Hiroki would like to admit. Despite being a black belt in Kyokushin Karate, his martial skills proved ineffective, the five-year age difference and physical disparity were decisive factors that doomed Hiroki to his defeat.

The impotence of not being able to confront his aggressor depressed him. Yet, every time he encountered the smiles of Ayumu, Nao, and especially those of his sister Kanoko and his mother Kaede, the depression dissipated, giving way to a hunger for self-improvement.

And so he trained, pouring all his efforts into becoming stronger and fulfilling the promise made not only to his late father, but also to his dear mother. However, in the past few weeks, everything began to crumble around him without him even realizing it.

The sadomasochistic encounter his so-called childhood friend shared in the empty dojo with the one who had tormented him since his arrival was a harsh blow. The disdainful way she spoke to him—he who had defended and cared for her since childhood, treating her with love and kindness—without a hint of remorse, felt like a knife to his heart. The fact that she was intimate with someone didn't bother him, after all, they were just friends, and she had the right to date whoever she wanted. The problem was knowing that her lover was a scoundrel who took pleasure in beating a mere 13-year-old boy.

Soon after, mysterious DVDs began to appear in his room. At first, Hiroki felt excited, as it was undeniable that the women featured in the amateur porn films possessed the allure of succubi, seducing viewers with their voluptuous, glistening bodies and flushed, breathless faces.

Disgust welled up inside him as he recalled how he had masturbated to those videos.

"How blind and naïve I was... they were just wearing cheap wigs. Their voices, even when forced into a higher or lower pitch, the shape of their faces, the color of their eyes... everything pointed to the true identities of those 'actresses'... and more than that, their abnormal behavior in recent days."

The way they distanced themselves from him more and more. The warm gazes that turned into icy, hateful stares, and the smiles that had become nothing but false, pretending joy and love in his presence while masking the malevolence now inherently tied to them.

"The influence of that bastard Kokujin truly took its toll... whether he coerced them until their essence was twisted beyond repair, or if deep down they already harbored a propensity for malice just waiting to be unleashed, is the question that lingers."

In the past hours, Hiroki wondered if perhaps it would have been better to pretend he knew nothing and continue playing house, living this facade until he reached adulthood, only to then say goodbye to all those creatures who sought nothing but carnal satisfaction.

Upon returning home, after catching Ayumu and Nao with Kokujin and finally processing the differences in behavior of his mother and sister regarding their constant outings with the aforementioned girls, Hiroki, who was exhausted and in shock, allowed his fury to take over for five minutes. During that time, he grabbed his chair and slammed it against his desk, causing a crack to spread like a spider's web.

"Useless," "Cuckold boyfriend," "You can't compare to senpai, give up everything and just accept your position as someone inferior," "Failure of a little brother who should have been aborted." "From today on, I will dedicate my love only to superior men and abandon all maternal feelings for my despicable son."

Each sentence uttered in the videos struck him like lightning, hitting directly at his brain. As he hurled the chair against the wall and pounded the cabinet with all the irrationality of a beast, ignoring the lacerations caused to his fists by the wood, Hiroki thrashed uncontrollably, the imagination of the blonde boy conjuring dark visions.

His hands around Nao's neck, her eyes wide and her face turning purple.

The fear in Ayumu's eyes as she was repeatedly stabbed by the best friend who she had humiliated.

Kanoko and Kaede lifeless on the ground, blood flowing from gaping holes in their heads after receiving powerful hammer blows.

And finally, Kokujin tied to a bed, his face resembling that of a corpse, marked by terror as he bled out after being castrated.

These mental images were like sweet whispers, urging him to bring them to life.

But Hiroki held himself back. He took pride in being a benevolent young man, following in the footsteps of his father, who was a true example of how a man should be.

As the anger subsided along with the adrenaline, all that remained for Hiroki was a deep sense of dismay. He considered collecting the DVDs and taking them to the police, but he couldn't find them. His mother and sister had left hours ago, likely off to yet another orgy with Nao, Ayumu, and Kokujin, giving Hiroki time to inspect the house. It was only after 40 minutes of searching that he noticed how the metal trash can in the kitchen was quite darkened around the edges. When he hesitantly looked inside, he was met with the disappointing sight of what used to be the pornographic discs, now unrecognizable after being broken and burned.

With his last option for retribution against the twisted acts committed towards him now destroyed, Hiroki left the house and wandered the streets. He had no fixed destination and no idea how to proceed, unable to formulate an effective plan that would lead him to a path where those who had wronged and betrayed him would suffer. Thus, all that was left was the desire to distance himself from the house that had once been his home but had now become nothing more than a cheap brothel.

This ultimately led to the current situation of the blond boy.

The light drizzle intensified, with the raindrops growing larger and the wind picking up strength.

On that rainy night, Mori Hiroki lost everything.

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Unknown to the boy whose world had collapsed and fragmented into bitter memories, a figure watched him from across the street. Half of their fine, youthful face was obscured by an umbrella as dark as the night sky. The person tightened their grip around the umbrella, which was nearly snatched from their hands by the treacherous wind, tousling their hair. Despite this, there was no reaction.

"Mori-kun..." The boy's name slipped from their parted lips. Smiling, their feet moved, guiding their body toward the child who no longer had neither the love of a family nor a home to go back.

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I had this saved on my PC for a couple days and kept debating with myself if I should post it since I still have to write the extra content for "What Is Rightfully Mine" and also have to work on new chapters for my Kokujin x Ecstas Online Crossover. In the end, my mind just went "screw it, just post the damn thing!" Haha.

The goal is for this one to be a short story, shorter than What Is Rightfully Mine. Also, by the name of the story, you all most likely have a good guess of what it's going to be about.

I hope that everyone has enjoyed this first chapter.