Sun could be said to be in shock. Sun didn't truly process what was happening and what situation he truly was. Simply an instinct deeply engraved in his body begging to be free of the man beside him and run. Just run. A voice so powerful inside of his head yelling for him to run drowned out anything else. Run.
A voice so loud and immense that it made Sun not even notice the fact that he had just been thrown through the wall of the Academy and into one the gardens in the middle of the complex. A few seconds later, pain came in like a flood and his sight caught up. He wanted to throw up, as the boy coated in a thick layer of brick-orange and grey dust grabbed at his stomach and lurched, and a large amount of yellow sick exploded from his mouth. Sun began to scream for help. For anyone to help him. There was a small crowd coming to help him from the corridor who were on break. Of course, it was about time now. Hopefully-
"Don't even think about screaming to anyone," death whispered into his ear. Obviously, he was still here. So why did Sun even contemplate both survival and a chance of someone helping him? It was so futile, anyone with a brain would realise that. Then why did he continue to beg? Beg just like the people his father tortured, the people he was forced to watch while he did so. Daniel wasn't even that stupid, so why did he beg? Why did Sun beg? His vision fell behind once again, but this time for a longer time, as the Rogue kicked up Sun's head, flipping him into the air, followed by a single kick to the stomach e by his tormentor as he was catapulted across the garden once more.
What happened to the crowd who were going to help him then? Although Sun didn't hear it, the Rogue apparently threatened them into waiting, ordering the crowd to stay quiet. The bigger the crowd, the more dangerous it would become for him to continue this one-sided fight, right? But contrary to reason, that was exactly what Lucan wanted. A crowd. A crowd to hear all the horrific deeds this boy and his father had done. It didn't matter who believed him. This was justice. Justice for Daniel. Justice for justice's sake.
And exactly as Lucan wanted, a crowd began to amass. People rushing to help their screaming fellows, curious porcelains wanting to know what was happening, or concerned lecturers or brave kids wanting to stop what was happening. Everyone in the Academy was there at that moment. It wasn't an especially large building, and an ear-splitting scream like the ones at the site of the beating travelled quickly in a building like the Academy.
"You killed him, didn't you? Tortured him until he begged to be killed, tortured to an inch of his life and brought back again to continue that same cruel cycle for over three weeks. Right? RIGHT?!" the Rogue shouted in Sun's face, broke and bleeding, tears and streams of red running down his face.
"Y-yes I... I- I did. Pleas-e... ju-" the usually prideful and beautiful Sun had been reduced to a sobbing and bloodied mess on the floor, his pretty face ruined and desecrated, and the rest of his body in no shape fit for living.
"Who did you do that to!? Who did you dare do that to! Tell us! Tell us all who you did those horrid things to, Sun!"
"D-daniel... -Rai... -ge, geki!" bawled Sun, tears streaming down his face like waterfalls and faster than ever. Not many people recognised the first name of Daniel, with the exception of those in the boy's class, who were already gasping, a poor little girl among them who was crying her eyes and feebly trying to catch them with the backs of her hands.
Raigeki, on the other hand, was a surname not easily forgotten. The whole Academy knew the surname Raigeki if not from David Raigeki, but most definitely from where it was mentioned in the first bout of combat practice, where he defeated and humiliated Esther, who was among the rest of Class 1-A, hunched up and paralysed in their lecture hall.
"What did you do then, what did you do!?" The onslaught had no end to it in sight. Question after question, pained answer after answer, brutal beating after beating; some even tried to step in at some point, but were stopped either by a lecturer who knew they had no chance against their opponents or by the Rogue himself, defeating them during his one-sided massacre or intimidating enough to stand down.
"W-e tor-tortured him! We to...ok off limb by limb, nail- by... nail, eye by eye un-til..." Sun moaned, his porcelain white hair now a deep crimson red, "-we h..ad to- get... -rid of... him!"
"How disgusting." the Rogue stated, a distinct speck of empathy lining his voice. But it was clear for whom the empathy was for. And it was certainly not for the boy in front of him. The dagger the rogue had been holstering for the larger part of this fight now lay in the man's hand, ready to slice the boy in front of him to bits, if this savage beating wasn't enough already.
In spite of the anticipation at the beating getting worse, the stabbings and slashes weren't overly dramatic. They hit no vital points on the boy's body and better yet, seemed insignificant compared to what he was already doing. The attacks dagger only added to the massive pile of pain resting on his back, ready to break the boy's spine. A macabre curiosity filled everyone watching. A desperate curiosity wondering when the boy would finally break and either die or suffer a worse fate.
That curiosity however was stopped short when the crowd suddenly realised nothing had happened in a while now. Just the rogue looming over a dead-still Sun, twitching in agony.
"Truly disgusting. Pathetic even." it was as clear as the sun blaring over the garden. Sincere remorse coated his voice, some for the boy in front of him and another for the other victim of this ordeal. At long last, it seemed the Rogue had stopped, and the situation was dire.
The boy in front of him was on the floor almost motionless, leaking massive amounts of blood although at a slow pace. The pool mainly originated from a gash at his tail-bone which went deeper than the rest of the shallow cuts inflicted by the Rogue. If Sun didn't get aid or help quickly after this, he may suffer permanent consequences, and possibly even death.
"Sun, I hope you send my regards to your father," At this point the boy could no longer respond or even give a grunt, leaving the Rogue awkwardly staring down upon the mess he has caused, as if surprised he went that far in the first place. "Goodbye."
Everyone was stuck staring at Sun, collapsed and face down in the centre of the garden opening, as the perpetrator simply walked away, neither alarmed or slow, with just a normal, walking pace.