--------------------------------------2 years Ago------------------------------------
Who knew such a normal day would turn into the most painful day of his life? Arata was small, cute and an ideal target for perverts. Each day on the train to school his eyes would stream feeling the rough hands of some pathetic salaryman grope him until they got off. Sometimes he would have to clean his trousers before going to class but even, so he was an ideal student. His grades were high and his knowledge in general was above average. With such good looks and brains, it was a waste for him to be touched by lower class scum.
It was sunrise and Aoi was washing her face in the bath basin whole Arata carefully slicked his hair back with some gel. His eyes would always be weary of his sister because like his mother she was unpredictable. Like a worn bolt in a machine, if one screw fell lose then the whole factory would crumble. Gently, stroking his bruised shoulder he looked at the pitiful boy staring back at him. His mind filled with sadness and suicidal thoughts. This world was so cruel and haunting, yet he was blessed with big green eyes and pink little lips.
"Looks like mom didn't hold back last night brother." There it was that taunting tone, Aoi never received a beating from their mother but still Arata would glare at her like a blooming flower. Why does your skin stay untouched while mine is peeling at the seams?
"It's okay, I don't mind it. Mom's sick it's not her fault." Aoi sighed at her brother, he was so pure like a rose it just made her want to crumple him in the palm of her hand, but she couldn't do that this was her precious little brother.
"That looks nasty, let's hope dad doesn't see it or he'll get mad at her." Aoi yanked his cardigan up until the blue sore was no longer visible. See, now you can't see it, its disappeared. If only the mind was that simple. I like to think of it as a marble jar, with every bruise and tears you smash your marble inside of the jar until it cracks open or overflows and you need to get a new jar. Arata's jar had been emptied more times than he could count but the coldness of the stainless glass still lingered. Every step was agony walking in those small shoes, he was afraid to as for some new ones in-case he was called ungrateful, he didn't want to cause trouble for his mother after all.
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"Morning Arata, the usual routine?" sheepishly he nodded. Akira knew what to do, his ass was never grabbed during the ride which confused him. Maybe his isn't big enough? Akira put his hands either side of Arata sectioning him off from the crowded passengers. Arata always had his head down in fear, it was funny how someone eyes could attract monsters. Teary eyes especially, there something in that round clear fluid that drew them in like a fly to sh*t.
"Akira, can I sit with you at lunch today?" Akira smiled happily and nodded; his voice was so sweet almost like honeysuckle balancing on the end his tongue. Akira glanced down at the little body beneath him and took note of the long black lashes fluttering nervously at the ground. Arata had curly black hair which stuck out sometimes, it was soft and shiny begging for hands to grab it.
"You should eat more you know; I can see your collarbone through your shirt." Arata grasped his collar and pulled it together to stop prying eyes.
"I don't have a big appetite since I'm only small." Akira tutted and agreed, small was an understatement, his little head barely made it past Akira's chest.
"You need to drink more milk it'll help you grow; my mom always makes me drink it and look at me." Arata looked him up and down, I would love to look like you Akira, but my mom isn't as kind as yours. We come from different worlds you and I, how does it feel to smile so easily?
"Oh yeah, is the third years still pestering you, I saw them corner you at the basketball court yesterday?" Arata's body froze up, please say he didn't see what they did…I don't want to feel ashamed.
"Um, they called me names but that's it. It doesn't bother me, so you don't have to worry." Akira frowned, he was still looking at the floor as if being scolded and it frustrated him. Akira was my protector back in junior high school, he was always worrying about me and making sure no-one exploited me, but I could tell how tired he was of looking after a frail pet dog. That's exactly what I was, a dog that people could vent out their frustrations on or f*ck. It pains me to see how blind I was back then….
"Okay, I'll see you at lunch Arata. Be careful." Arata smiled slightly, he liked it when Akira cared about him, it made the emptiness feel less lonely. This uniform is too big, it looks like it's hanging off a Skelton. In class Arata didn't make a sound or attract attention, he was a ghost in a room of gods. An omega in a pack of Alpha wolves, one wrong move and he would be torn limb from limb.
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"Hey, who's that kid over there. The one with the slender legs?" Arata was standing motionless watching everyone run on by, he was completely untouchable keeping his distance from the rest.
"Oh, that's Arata, he's cute right? But he's pretty much a loner, he flinches at the smallest sound he's like a little mouse scuttling around everywhere." His female class mate began describing his personality to the jocks in hope to deter them but creatures like them weren't easily deterred.
"Ask him to put the equipment away." Secretly he whispered to his fellow teammates, little did he know this was the trap that would set him free. His innocent face, wandering around without a care in the world. It would be lunch soon so he could see Akira, that's all he could think of. Akira was the only one he could talk too.
"Hey Arata, you have to take the equipment back, coaches orders." Naively he nodded and began collecting everything, his little frail arms could barely hold them up, but he acted like he could carry the world. Arata was carrying to much, his knees were ready to snap under the pressure. Cautiously he scanned left and right as he approached the run-down building. It smelled of damp and sweat, it tickled the back of his throat until he was ready to vomit. As he slid the door open, he threw the equipment inside tripping over his own feet.
"Are you alright?" His face lit up hearing a kind voice call out to him, no-one ever talked to him. Arata believed he could be bleeding out on the street and everyone would turn a blind eye to him.
"I-I'm fin—" As he looked up, their smiles cut from ear to ear, he knew that face too well. It was like being thrown into a lion den. Quickly he attempted to spin around when the sliding door slammed shut barely clipping the butt of his shoe.
"Calm down, if you cooperate, we won't have to scar that pretty face of your." Inner panic was moistening, they had intent to hurt him he could smell it in the air. It was like tobacco smoke, toxic to his small lungs as he panted heavily.
"We thought you were pretty cute, do you wanna play with us?" Frantically he shook his head biting his lip to stop the inner cries. This was a situation he was going to have to endure, these guys were well built and fast, his body didn't stand a chance. Repeatedly he sighed knowing he was about to be broken again. Slowly he watched the main perpetrators finger trace the nape of his neck and move its way up to his chin.
"You look like virgin so this might hurt a bit." Tears rolled down his face until it was drenched in despair. Not again, I can't take this again.
"P-Please don't…I don't want to." His voice trembled along with his terrified host, chuckling the main man whistled his lips. All at once Arata felt his clothes being torn until rags only remained.
"Haha! Look at that body, his nipples are so pink. If you were a girl, you would definitely be my type. I want to make you cry even more so don't hold in your voice." Now his voice was sobbing out for help, he wanted someone to save him. He couldn't handle this; I'm going to break.
"P-Please don't break me." He whimpered clutching the cloth still remaining.
"It's too late for that. This is what happens when you entice me, your collar was awfully low today. You wanted this to happen, didn't you?" The places his fingers traced burned like friction. Why does everyone always say that? I don't want this; you always say I want this. Arata extended his neck to scream but the foul hand that covered his mouth forcefully pushed his head until it was planted into the hard concrete. Both of his legs were spread apart as his feet were held down by the other members.
"NO PLEASE!", Arata.
"Stop whining, you'll feel good soon." How could it possibly feel good? Why are you doing this to me? Please someone help me.
"Looks like your already pretty soft, your active huh. Shame I can't be your first but I'm excited either way. Hold him down and don't let him go until I cum got it?" No please, not there. I'm begging you find someone else, it's dirty. Like sharped glass the feeling of the foreign object inside his body made his eyes stream as he cried out in pain.
"Damn he's pretty tight, I knew you'd show me a good time little mouse." It hurts…every time he moves inside of me, I feel like I'm splitting in two. I want to pass out, someone please just kill me I can't take.
"Hold on, is he getting hard? Holy shit he's enjoying it isn't he?" No, no I'm not enjoying it. Please don't misunderstand I can't help it; I'm not disgusting this is normal. This is normal.
"See I told you you'd enjoy it, damn this kids all skin and bones. If I f*ck him too hard I might break him." Break me? No, you can't break me please.
"P-PLEASE STOP IT HURTS!" His voice shrieked out in agony as his hair was pulled back, the warm droplets slipped down his cheek casting a grey shadow on the floor beneath.
"Says the little boy who's hard, tell me am I hitting your sweet spot? Is it here?" Arata body shuddered. What was that, my body feels hot, why does it feel good. I'm being forced but I can't help it, I want more.
"Listen to him moan, if he gets any cuter, I might just eat him up. What a slut." Your right, I am a slut please don't stop. Break me more, make it hurt more please.
"Oi what are you doing!" All of the members suddenly jumped up startled allowing Arata's body to collapse to the floor in exhaustion. Buckling up their pants they all sprinted for the window falling over each other like clowns.
"Hey, rat wake up." That was the first thing Haruka ever said to me and my name stuck like glue, I remember the throbbing pain in my ass and stomach, I felt like dying. Not because I'd just been raped but because I liked it. There's something wrong with me.
Haruka had enticing blue eyes, he must be a foreigner. The way his eyes looked me up and down expressionless scared me, did he come here to finish what they started? Haruka is four years older than me and in university studying to be an accountant. At first glance, he looked cool with his slicked back blonde hair and strong broad shoulders.
"P-Please Help me." I reached out but he slapped by hand away in frustration.
"You see that's exactly why you just got raped, that stupid f*cking face of yours is just asking someone to f*ck you. You realize, that right?" His eyes were so cold and dark yet so enlightening at the same time.
"No, I don't want that." The way he groaned and threw his jacket off my head made me feel worthless.
"It's Arata right? You just scared my apprentice away; he was doing so well too. Well f*cking done, all of that potential wasted." My first impression of this guy was he a total psychopath, and truth be told I was right.
"What's that look for? So what you want me to hold you and tell you everything's going to be alright? You were just f*cked by total strangers of course your lifes going to sh*t. Where'd you get that bruise. The skin is blue, so it was recent, does mommy hit you after Daddy breaks her nose?" Arata nodded sheepishly still sobbing like a baby.
"Oi, stop crying do you think that will make the pain stop? Your wasting fluids keep your tears to yourself; I don't want to see the f*cking snot dripping from your nose it's disgusting." Immediately he stopped crying and wipe his nose almost on command. That was the moment Haruka's attitude changed towards me.
"You're like a little puppy, aren't you? If I told you to suck my d*ck you probably would, right?" Arata shied his face away looking at the sweat stained floor where his innocence had melted away. Haruka looked me pitifully for the first time.
"Alright alright, maybe I feel a little bad for you. But this is what happens when you entice people. If you look weak, you are weak, first thing is you need to put some more meat on that pathetic little body of yours. Maybe you could be useful to me, you scared away my underling after all. How about you and I get to know each other more? My names Haruka." Arata flinched as he outstretched his hand, it took him a while to pluck up the courage, but his slender hand reached out and shook it gently.
"Were gonna have to fix that flinching thing it's annoying. Listen you must be pretty good at seducing people; my underling is usually very smart when it comes to things like this, but you made him falter. Your actually pretty impressive." Praise? That was the first time someone had praised me in a long time, so I smiled feeling those butterflies in my stomach. I was good at something?
"No more of that boo hoo sh*t if you don't want it you say no.", Haruka.
"I-I always say no—"
"NO! You say I don't want too and if you touch me again, I'll cut off your f*cking d*ck. See the difference, even I would be thrown off… I like my d*ck. Your too timid, you need to be more like a terrier, you may be small but your bites big. Understand. Now say it to me." I couldn't understand why he was patronizing me but eventually I learned that this was his way of helping me.
"I-IF YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN I'LL CUT OFF YOUR D*CK!" Haruka put his hand over his mouth trying to contain his laughter.
"Easy rat you scared me. So, you can talk after all that's a relief, I don't have time to waste on puppies. Okay, that settles it. We're going to be friends from now on so clean the cum out of your ass and go back to school. Grades are important you know; you can keep my jacket I'll be back for it later. See ya." Haruka left me there covered in my own vomit like a dead corpse but he left me with some hope. I never knew I could call out so loud and seeing just how twisted he was I felt inferior to my madness. That shrivelling little mutt was left there along with my sanity, when that door slid closed for the last time, I left him behind. I didn't need him anymore, I had Haruka. After that day I changed, people started crowding around me until I suffocated with attention. That air around me drifted away allowing people to get close but little did I know that was Haruka's intention all along. The potential he saw in me wasn't my resilience or hope it was ability to reel people in because I looked so defenceless.
"You seem different these days." Akira knew me better than anyone so he saw the change straight away, I was healthier, and my eyes were a lot brighter, people couldn't get enough of me.
"I guess, being a push over wasn't suited to me. I like this version of me better." It was true I liked that boy I became but I also didn't know that was the start of my illness. I was still waiting for Haruka to come back for his jacket after two months had passed. My eyes searched for him anywhere, it wanted to die when he wasn't around me. I remembered the warmth of his hand when I shook it and the feeling I got when he praised me. I wanted to feel that again. Haruka waited for me to break before taking me under his wing.
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"Oi Arata coach said to put the cones away." Not again, maybe this is another trap. I should get ready to face them again. Remember what Haruka said, no means no.
"Got it leave it to me." This time I could carry them with ease, and I made my way up to the storage shed with a smile on my face. That smell is back, I guess they really are waiting inside, just do as your told and everything will be okay.
The minute I slid that door open everything seemed to disappear, I didn't see colour anymore and my body didn't fail me either. Instead I felt exhilarated watching the dry spot where by body had been broken. Of course, Haruka's so called underling was waiting for me alone this time. I could already guess what kind of test this was so insincerely my eyes moved on their own until I spotted the metal rail pole by the door.
"Hey, little mouse. Should we finish what we started?" Suddenly, my lips moved on their own too and I felt my mind start to shift. Inside of my head was platonic plates shifting and making room for the real me, the me Haruka found.
"Did you not get enough of my ass last time you f*cking pervert. Sure, we can go for round 2 but this time you'll be bottom. It's only fair right?" That was the first time I saw fear from someone other than me and it was so sweet, like newly bloomed roses.
"What did you say? When did you grow a pair of balls you little sh*t. Spread your f*cking legs?" That was the first time I'd smiled a genuine smile. I knew at that moment that I was well and truly insane.
"I don't feel like it today, your d*cks too small anyway. Didn't your mother ever tell you that no means no. If you don't like it then try to touch me, I'll rip your d*ck off with my teeth." That was the first time I'd picked up an object for self-defence, I could feel my pulse radiating through pole gripped tightly in my hand. Almost in slow motion as she lunged towards me, I swung the pole upwards knocking his jaw out of place. The way his body struck the floor was like magic, I wanted more. I got a few more hits in, giggling away to myself then he saved me again with his applause.
"Wow, who knew you had that in you huh rat? That speech was f*cking perfect, you gave me Goosebumps. See this is what happens when you listen to me, you're not afraid anymore right. Look at this little sh*t at your feet he's begging for someone to save him just like you were that day. Isn't revenge just sweet." I sapped up the praise like a bee suckling honey, everything he said resonated deeply within me, but I was just apart of Haruka's sick game.
"Okay, now bash his brain in until you see the top of his spinal cord."
"Eh?", Arata.