Warning: This chapter contains distressing content such as self-injurious behaviour. I have not included kidnapping as a possible trigger due to the fact that anyone who reads this will be here for such things. Please feel free to skip this chapter if needed.
Ichiro was born into a wealthy family. His father was the owner of a popular company. His mother always either stayed at home or did what she wanted with her other rich friends. This boy that they had brought into the world would be the successor of the company.
He got older, but he never attended public or private school. He didn't even get home schooled. For him, this was extremely distressing. He wanted to learn and be like other children, but he never had the chance to ask. After a while, he began disobeying his parents and going outside by himself. But they always found out. They got visits from many people complaining about him and it infuriated his Father.
More often than not, he would get beaten for his behaviour. His mother always sat and watched, giggling to herself. To pass the time whilst they were out of the house, he would imagine all the gruesome things he could do to enact his revenge. He wanted them to rot in hell. All they wanted him for was to make more money in the family for the future.
After putting up with this for so long, Ichiro had begun to have enough. After terrorizing his parents in the most sickening way imaginable. He was given a place to stay far from the estate and paid monthly to cover up his identity. Nobody had really met him. Nobody would remember him.
After a while of being alone, he started to feel guilt and loneliness. He snapped. He knew he had problems. He needed help. He just wished that they hadn't given up on him. Thinking like this lead him to self-harm. By the end of the year, there were cuts all over his body.
Each day he passed the time by going over the situation in his head until he no longer felt numb. He gained something from being hated. He earned money for being himself. He didn't have to live up to anyone's expectations.
He began taking people and keeping them beneath his home. Underneath his house, there were multiple rooms, like the two floors above it. With each victim, day by day, he would corrupt them. Seduce them into giving all they have until he threw them out.
This became his routine. He would find men and women and force them to want him then be ashamed of that and deciding to pay for his silence. Not only did he get money but he got to enjoy the torture as well. Any blood that dripped from their veins was enough to entice him. He loved the sweet taste it had.
His routine changed when he caught sight of a beautiful looking male. His hair was brown and curly. His cheeks were red as roses. He was small and petite and had an hourglass figure like a female. He didn't realize it then but it was love at first sight.
He started stalking him. He learned his name and the names of his friends and family. He wrote down his likes and dislikes along with the conversations he had. He took all sorts of pictures and put them up on his walls until they were full. Each night he made chocolates and sent them the following morning. This boy never knew who sent him these chocolates and always got rid of them. After a while, it upset Ichiro so he decided to introduce himself and ask him on a date. He mustered up every ounce of courage he had and put it into asking the boy out.
Unfortunately, Ichiro was left heartbroken and angry. The boy he had loved and adored so much was disgusted by him. He was repulsed by the thought of being in love with another man. He hated that Ichiro had the audacity to send him gifts and follow him around everywhere.
The more he went on about his disgust the angrier Ichiro became. In the end, he decided to do what he always did. Getting back into his habits. The closing act of his torture was getting the boy to need him and they eventually had sex. He who had once scorned homosexuality came to be apart of it.
It ended just like every other time. The only difference was that he once again felt the cold breath of depression on his neck. He thought about the boy. He thought about his parents. And he finally came to understand that he needed to give up. He would never find the perfect person to be around. Not even a friend. He couldn't be apart of society. Because society would never accept him.
After realizing that he and the outside world weren't meant to be, he kept his heart under lock and key. In doing so, he turned cold and rotten on the inside. For him, life carried on, as usual, claiming money from everyone who wanted to silence him. He even received money from the boy. He enjoyed it.
Sadly, it didn't last long. His anger returned when he met someone who looked just like the boy he came to love. He wanted to squash him like a bug. Eradicate him.
After a while of watching, he came to understand that in personality, this boy he despised and the boy he once loved were completely different. This one was timid and shy. He got bullied every day without fail. He seemed to have a loving family but they knew nothing of him being bullied. They usually left him alone as he insisted that they take vacations without him. He seemed to fear what would happen if he went with his parents and came back after not being punched for so long. Ichiro knew he was going to have fun with this boy.
One day, he decided to see what he was doing in school and found him lying on the floor, drifting into unconsciousness.