Hidoko

Monday, January 12, 19986:43:24 PM

Past3

Soujirou dreamt. He dreamt about lots of dreams, about the past. Of Syusan, Ichirou, his parents, his days in the gang, and Shishirou.

As a gang member he excelled. He worked his best for the gang and the people loved him.

Yet things were not as people expected. He was abused.

Fear and hate was not what he knew. Such things was not what he cared about, because he never had any feeling about those things. Heck, he never felt anything after the accident. He was only twelve, and he lost what would have been very precious to him.
 

It all started one night.

It was late. It was his first time in his own room, and he was accustomed to the wilderness. He found it harder to sleep, no matter how hard he tried. Just as, finally, he was drifting off to sleep, knocks were heard sounding against the door.

"Soujirou… Soujirou… are you still awake?"

"Yes?" He asked.

"I have things… things to do."

Soujirou got up from his mattress and opened the door. It was his senior, the one who was the leader's sworn brother. He was an imposing figure. Strong muscles that boast of his lance mastery, and hard, cold eyes.

He asked, "It's late… what do you want?"

"You have a wonderful smile, Soujirou…"

A question mark literary appeared on his head.

"I want to taste what's it like…" He licked his lips.

Though Soujirou was always happy, he knew what he liked and what he did not like. He did not like the strange atmosphere which lingered in the air for quite some time…

When their lips met. Soujirou rather disliked it; it was so alien to him, though Syusan always did that. But there was more from this man. His tongue slipped inside Soujirou's mouth. Soujirou decided that he hated it. Well, minded about it. And a lot.

But there was nothing he could do. This man was the leader's sworn brother and he was strong, too. He knew about dying and decided that he wanted to live.

So he did nothing.

They had not done too much of 'exploring Soujirou's smile' as he called it, for the man was needed somewhere. But the next day it was terrible.

The dude entered the room without calling out or anything. Soujirou was already asleep, for that day was a tiring day. But that man woke him up.

"What's the matter?"

"I want…" He looked at Soujirou's chest, then down to his legs. Soujirou decided right then he wanted this man dead.

"But there will be training tommorrow and I want to sleep."

He felt a strong, big hand hit his right cheek. It almost took his head off, and he tasted blood, having accidently bit his own tongue.

"You dare defy me?!"

"But…" Soujirou backed away, until he felt his back hit the wall. That way he would be trapped. He looked around for an exit and found none next to him.

"No buts!"

Soujirou felt rather desperate. He did not want an extra tongue inside his mouth. He realised that he had to bear with it till the time was ripe, and he would run away.

He went limp, waiting for the overgrown man to do his own work.

It was more than what he expected, though…

That was what made it worse.

He had wanted to cry out, but he remembered that man's strength.

Hands and kisses were all over him, so vivid and sharp, like a knife cutting him. He wondered if he was fainting. Everything else seemed so blur then.

After that he waited. When their master wanted to go against the government, everyone would go along, except for those who were not qualified. Soujirou, having been a great one in sword mastery, was allowed to go.

As soon as they reached the place, Soujirou was made to fight. He knew that if he said that he wanted to go to the WC, they would send forth a stronger one to go along with him, for he was the leader's most treasured sword master in the team. So, as soon as chaos started, Soujirou dodged his way out of the fighting crowd.

"Seta! Where are you going!"

"Seta…! You can't leave us now!"

But all they could see was Soujirou's back, making his way to freedom.

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