Kyuuketsuki Ketsueki: Vampire Blood

[ManaKei Matsumo]

(Here is my story, written with my pal Baru Miharu. Please read this first chapter, if you like it, I urge you to continue reading it on fictionpress.com If you do, please review ^.^ Enjoy!)

Introduction: Through a Child's eyes. (Baru Version)

February 17th was the day Kaoru Mikoto Tetsuya met the world.the first day he met his malevolent father, the first day he laid squinty, swollen eyes upon his fearful yet loving mother, and the first day he would meet the turmoil of life.

Kaoru Tetsuya.was born an angry child, with a non existent wail, heavily flowing tears and a struggle to darken the light with small, nearly transparent seeming eyelids. Immediately it was known, that little Kaoru was no normal child. as his father took hold of his un-cleaned son's body, slippery latex gloves clasping the small baby and lifting him to his face. Watching the child's open mouth, with no sound erupting from the vocal box of the tiny life. his father's eyes narrowed.

"What's wrong with him.. He isn't crying."

An angry voice.that was very wrong. Kaoru was crying, and hard. Reaching up the tiniest fists and attempting to cover his already closed eyes, flailing about his arms. Not knowing what to do with this new fangled movement of his tiny body. His mouth was wide open, but there was no sound, except the occasional intake of breath, and the choking of a small baby breathing air instead of his beloved fluid.

Little Kaoru Tetsuya.was mute.

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Little hands came to clasp upon the silken material, crumbling it within tiny fingers and tugging hard upon the kimono. Little beady eyes, wide with anticipation stared up at this known figure, as Little Kaoru stared up at his mother in silence.

Sakura Tetsuya smiled down at her small, 2 year old son and leaned down, taking him into loving arms and hugging him close to her body. She grasped tightly and bounced him slightly upon her shifted hip, as she moved out of the cold kitchen, into the living room of their home and sat down upon the couch.

2-year-old little Kaoru grabbed softly at his mother's amulet about her neck, clasping it in his small hands and playing with it carefully, watching it glimmer in the light with the fascination of a child to a shiny object. He tugged softly on the object, getting a delicate hand to take his wrist and pull his fingers off of the shiny thing, and smile softly to his childish face.

"No, No Kaoru. Don't tug on mommy's necklace.you might break it, and mommy would be sad."

Sad. that was a concept Kaoru understood and did not like. He didn't like it when his mommy was sad; because it meant water dripped from her eyes, and then water dripped form his eyes. and he thought he and his mommy were broken. because water never dripped from his daddy's eyes.

His mommy often leaked water when she spoke to Kaoru, not that little Kao could understand why this was. But the observant little boy also noticed his father's anger towards his mother's river like eyes, and this made Kaoru sad. Because Kaoru did know what anger was.his mommy often spoke of NOT angering his daddy by doing bad things, and Kaoru also knew that anger meant stuff that felt bad. Stuff that felt like the time little Kao put his hand on the burner of the big metal monster his mommy often stood in front of, and magically pulled food from. Anger also meant Kaoru's daddy raised his voice, and it hurt little Kao's ears.but he wasn't allowed to cover them with his hands. because that meant daddy's hands would make little Kaoru have more bad feelings, and sometimes red stuff came out of his skin. Then mommy would leak water more.and that was not good, because Sad was something little Kaoru did not like. and leaking water from the eyes meant Mommy was sad.

But it was not always like that, sometimes when daddy was away, little Kaoru's mommy laughed a lot, and made little high-pitched noises. She liked to kiss Kaoru on his head, and lots of times, play games with him, like putting their hands together really fast, or hiding around the house for Kaoru to find her. And sometimes, they would even go outside, to play at the big place with lots of tall brown things, and green stuff all over the floor. Kaoru liked this place, because sometimes it was nice and warm from the big yellow ball.but other times, Kaoru did not like it there.because they would run into other people. Kaoru didn't like other people, because big people like his mommy, would pinch his cheeks with their fingers and make his face feel bad. and then they would whisper and Kaoru couldn't hear anymore. And Kaoru didn't like other people like him, because they didn't like Kaoru.they would run away and cry because Kaoru wouldn't make noises like they did. But Kaoru tried. sometimes he tried to act like his daddy, but Kaoru couldn't hear the awful noises like his daddy made. Kaoru thought he was defiantly broken. just like the ticky thing that was on the wall.and maybe that was why his daddy would make Kaoru feel bad. like he made the ticky thing feel bad, when he threw it against the wall and it broke into a lot of pieces. But Kaoru HOPED his daddy wouldn't throw HIM on the wall.because that would really make Kaoru feel bad.

But today, Kaoru's daddy was not home, and Kaoru's mommy said daddy would not come back for three bedtimes, which made little Kaoru happy. because that would mean Kaoru's mommy was not sad. because Sad was something little Kaoru did not Like.

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Introduction: Through a Mother's eyes. (Baru Version)

Sakura held her son tightly as she lifted him from his bed and shifted him onto her waist, smiling sweetly to her quiet son as he rubbed sleepily at his eyes and yawned with the sound of a huffing breath. Today, her precious child turned 4 years old, and today, she would finally give little Kaoru a real birthday, with a chocolate cake for him to dig his fingers into, and icing to smear all over his face and hands. with a candle his little lungs would blow out the flame of.and presents to open with the speed of a twister.

Each year, on this day, Sakura had always found herself much too busy to give Kaoru a real birthday, but she promised herself this day would be much different.

She now set the small, sleepy growing bundle beside the table in his usual place, and moved into the kitchen as Kaoru laid his little head down on his arms and leaned against the table, yawning once more with the tired feeling of early morning.

Sakura softly sang to herself. though the song was more to Kaoru, in their native tongue in which she spoke with. She could hear little Kaoru's breath between her pauses in the song, listening to him softly inhale and exhale, yawning every so often as she moved about to conjure up the precious life's breakfast.

Her fingers worked diligently, as her eyes wandered back to her sleepy little fortune, checking upon him every so often until she finished with his breakfast and moved to the table. Seating beside him as he seemed to perk up with life at the sight of his plate, grinning widely at his mother with joy filling his face.

Sakura softly pushed the plate before him and watched his fingers grab greedily at the spoon and begin shoveling the messy food into his mouth with great hunger. Sakura held a napkin within her hand, as her other reached out to run fingers through the silken mass of black hair that grew upon Little Kaoru's head. It seemed to fall mysteriously over one of his beautiful black eyes and tickle his cheek softly. Sakura often reached out to brush away the strands from his face, and they adroitly fell back into place as if they were never touched.

Her precious Kaoru, it seemed, was a bundled mass of mystery to her. with his eerie sort of silence, and his ghost like looks into oblivion when he was left alone for even a moment. It seemed that he was almost contemplating over his own complexity, speaking to himself within the mind, about his own silence. Sakura often found herself talking softly to Kaoru, trying to get him to at least attempt making a sound.and always found herself at no luck to even a peep.

It often brought tears to her eyes to see her loving child seemingly waste away before her .every night when his father came home.

She had observed the way Kaoru seemed to grow a subconscious fear of his father, and crawl into hiding around the hour of his arrival home. The way Kaoru's eyes never met his father's unless spoken to, and the perfectional stance in which Kaoru had taken up. straightening his spine to a painful and uncomfortable state, as his fingers would softly twitch to the sound of Nakago's voice.

It was Nakago's fury she feared most, for her precious little one's state of mind, she knew was close to shattering with every breath he took. But the reason she found herself falling into tears so very often, was the utmost fear of Nakago antagonism to the child's silence. Each night seemed to come much too quickly, the question of whether he had broken his silence.and the burn within her heart as his voice raised to dangerous heights, and Kaoru once again, was dragged from his hiding place to listen to the terrible noise.

Each night was barely a rest, as she awoke early morning and tended to the softened spots upon her diminutive existence's body, softly prodding the blushing flesh, that soon took in the color of plums and blueberries. forcing more salty tears into her eyes as she softly cleaned the body from it's wounds. And each night, she wept alone outside of their Japanese home, within the small garden, while she tended to her flowers in the darkness and felt her own burning pain within her body.

But each night, being pulled away from her comfort gardening, to tend to her Husband's wants. Enduring the ferocity and pain as she was pushed into the terrible acts, where blood coursed a ritual in her body and each nerve seem to blister a numbness, as silent tears were wept with each sickening pelvic thrust Nakago made. Life seeming to fade away with the vicious raping of her body, that began to slowly detach from her soul until morning arose once more and she was allowed to see the face of her Savior. her Little Kaoru.

Each morning seemed harder and harder to awaken to the nightmarish fear, and each morning it became much more obvious to the point of her sickness.but it was the face of the glowing angel that kept her eyes from staying closed for eternal rest.

Somewhere around this time, Sakura was now lifting the empty bowl from her replenished son, as he stood to skip about the living room in a merry sort of way, and Sakura placed the empty dish within the sink. Little Kaoru reached out soon and tugged upon his mother's kimono, as Sakura looked down to the soft child, and reached out to pat him upon his silken head.

Kaoru suddenly lighting up as bright as the sun as he ran out of the kitchen and down the hall, while Sakura set away her dishes to dry and let down her long hair from it's messy sort of bun from the night before.

Almond eyes watching her son run back into the room with a box in his small hands, and setting it down in front of Sakura with a wide grin.

His favorite game.an American one that was gifted to Kaoru at age 3 by a close friend and business familiar of the family. Sakura lifted the box from the floor and moved into the small living room with her bouncing mass of joy, who plopped into the middle of the room and happily awaited his mother to set up the game of "Candy land."

It was only a few hours and 9 games after they began to play, as the living room filled with Sakura's soft giggles, and the wild motion's of a signaling Kaoru, that the soft tap came from the door a few feet away. Little Kaoru was first to leap to his feet, holding up a small finger for momentary wait, and run to the door, opening it quickly, as a familiar form stood there with a bright smile.

Sakura's heart leapt in her chest, as she reached up to run her hand over her hair, then smoothed out her Kimono as she rose to her feet and gave a diffident smile, her eyes falling softly towards the ground, as the red began to blush in her cheeks and Oxnard entered the living room quietly and shut the door.

"Okushunado."

Sakura's heavy Japanese accent spoke softly towards the English man, as she bowed her torso towards him and watched little Kaoru leaping about in circles around Oxnard. Her eyes met the smile upon Oxnard's face, making her stomach flutter with the wings of fairies, and moved to hug him softly in greeting.

Oxnard grinning, hugging her politely back with one hand, before pulling the other out from behind his back and holding out a wrapped gift towards the bouncing silence.

Sakura watched Kaoru's greedy fingers wrap around the gift and cuddle it against his chest, before he raced with all his energy to the couch and plopped upon it, looking up as if asking for permission to open. Oxnard and Sakura both nodded softly, catching each other's eyes and looking away quickly.

Her eyes watched her son, as his little hands opened the wrapping quickly and tossed it upon the floor, revealing the small, but sweet gift within Kaoru's hands.

A small, purple furred panda, with patches of pink about it; contrasting the reality of a panda's black and white. Kaoru's arms wrapped around the panda tightly and hugged it to his chest, rocking it within his arms as his onyx eyes closed with a happy smile. Sakura's eyes met the sky in Oxnard's, as she looked to him in thanks with her sweetest smile, and Oxnard returned it.

Sakura was broken from her stare into Oxnard's azure eyes, as little Kaoru came pulling at her Kimono and lifted the bear as high as his arms would let him, showing her the gift in which he'd received.

"It's lovely, Kaoru."

Sakura smiled towards her son, patting him upon the head as he clasped the bear within his arms once more.

But Sakura's heart suddenly jolted into her stomach as the door was opened swiftly, and the sound of familiar footsteps stopped in their tracks.

"Oxnard."

The cold voice cut through the air, making Sakura's body jump slightly as she watched little Kaoru run out of sight. Sakura turned swiftly towards the door, looking towards Nakago with a pleasantly faked smile, and moved to him, kissing his cheeks.being pushed away slightly as Nakago's eyes narrowed towards Oxnard, who bowed.

"What are you doing here?"

Sakura opened her lips to speak, but stopped herself, moving away quietly and quickly towards the kitchen, as Oxnard began to explain his presence in the home.

 

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Sakura disappeared down the hall, sweeping her son into her arms and laying him upon his bed, covering him within the sheets and tucking the new gifted panda beneath the covers and within the boy's arms, before she heard her name barked from across the house.making her jump lightly and quickly kiss her son upon the head. Exiting the room with haste and entering the living room to watch the back of Oxnard retreating out the door. Her eyes caught his as he stopped and looked back, smiling softly to her as he left.

Soon, pain encased her body as she was tossed aside upon the soft bed and smothered by the strength bearing body of Nakago, who forced her shoulders stiff with his hands and shook her heavily. Black strands of hair fallen into her face and covering her growing tears, as the voice rang through the house at the top of its lungs and Nakago antagonized what he thought was truth, to come from his wife.

Her fighting tears fell, as she yelled out loud denials of his accusing words, and tried not to fight with his grip. The first blow coming to her tender body, forcing her to crumble onto the sheets with the tainted color of crimson upon her pink lips, before her mind slowly faded away to the darkness of what was unconsciousness. She felt the stir of her body being pushed about, and the material being shredded away from her figure. She kept her lips softly parted as she breathed heavily in the sickness that conquered her enigmatic way of living.

But brown eyes fluttered open to see the small face staring with widened eyes, her finger's gripped at the sheets around her and one arm reached out blindly to the blurring shape of her son in the doorway.who turned tail and fled from sight down the hall, his pitter pattering footsteps catching the bleak attention of Nakago.

Listening to the deep growl within his throat, feeling the force in which was soon placed against her body. and knowing the chocolate cake.with the icing in which to smear over his face and hands.and the candle in which his little lungs to blow the flame from. now melted away in it's existence within the kitchen for another birthday of a small savior, past.

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Introduction: Through the Lion's eyes (ManaKei Version)

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Oxnard sighed heavily as he walked in through the brightened streets of uptown Tokyo. He adored Japan with its cultural tradition, lovely countryside, and exotic.cuisine. He most of all enjoyed walking through the neighborhood surrounding his tea house, of which he purchased years ago, before ever meeting any of his business associates or their families. Walking in the day wasn't all that difficult for him anymore since the rise of new technology his company had developed, though he still could not afford to walk in the hot Japanese sun at noon time.

 

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He gave a little sigh as his thoughts began to wander, to this and that, but mostly to her. He was a man of the world naturally, well bread and the owner of impeccable manners, even in this age of rebellion and anarchy. His thoughts were mostly clean ones.unless his thoughts came upon her. But the forbidden fruit was indeed the sweetest after all and he had a feeling.one of those feelings that lead you to believe something even if it was just an impossible dream. He could feel it, one day the oppressive forces that kept them apart would be forever destroyed and They'd be together.

Oxnard was jolted from his lofty thoughts by a familiar voice, one filled with anger and loneliness. It was Blain, his adopted son of 10 years who called his name and came running down the block to meet him. He was dressed in his usual morbid attire, covered from head to toe with thick black clothing to better protect his sensitive vampire skin from the heat of the sun. "Father, where are you going? You promised we'd start my fencing lessons today, remember?" Oxnard felt like a skunk, he HAD promised his son they'd spend the day together weeks ago but that was before he knew what happy occasion fell on this day. "I'm sorry son, it will have to wait until after supper, later this evening. I have to stop off at the Tetsuya home to deliver something, I shall only be an hour or two at the most, would you like to come?"

The angst ridden youth shook his head in defeat. "No, father that's quite alright. Please, don't forget your promise to me.again." The last word stunk in Oxnard's heart like a poisoned wooden steak. He patted his son on the shoulder and bid him a "see you later" and proceeded to the Tetsuya home.

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"How did it go?" Blain asked inquisitively as he took another sip of his Blood-wine. Oxnard shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid I've only caused them more trouble.Tetsuya Sr. Came home while I was still there delivering the present.lord know what happened after I left." The look of sorrow and guilt on Oxnard's face grew like weeds marring his face into something that shouldn't be. Blain gave him a look of encouragement and semi-scolding. "If you know.that guy hurts her then why don't you do something? You like her don't you?" Blain whispered the last part, not knowing who was listening. Oxnard shook his head once again.

"Its not that simple son.you know more than anyone. If you step in and try to do something you only hurt that person more. Remember when that bully kept bothering you, and hitting you and I went to his parents? What did he do then, Blain?" A look of understanding came upon the 10-year-old's face, and he nodded in agreement. "Then.what WILL you do father?" Ah, now that was the question of the century. Oxnard merely sipped his wine and smiled. "I shall Wait Blain, good things come to those who wait."

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Introduction: Through a Father's eyes (Baru version)

Nakago's greedy fingers slid through his perfect hair and let it fall into a perfect slick of red and black. His gray eyes watched the figure move against its desk, pressing milky thighs together as they leaned against the wood and crossed seductively. His charcoal eyes narrowed softly as lips pulled into a deep smirk, pressing together and wetting the soft tissue with his pink muscle of a tongue. He reached up to straighten his tie diligently, as gloved hands played with the silk material and fixated it about his neck, while his ears stayed attuned to the voices around him. His dark eyes were drawn away from their target as a hand was reached out in parting politeness, and the shake of firm grips was exchanged with the bow of heads, and Nakago watched his employee's retreat from the office swiftly. His eyes fell once more on his target as the shift in stance came playfully towards him, and the figure slid into a sit.

Nakago took a deep, calm breath, pulling a smirk onto his face once more as he moved to the double doors of his large office and locked them solidly, stopping with his gloved hands against the metal handle.

"You should not do that while I have company, my dear."

His voice seemed to purr harshly within his throat, as a soft giggle erupted with a female voice, as Nakago turned to the creature sat upon the top of her secretarial desk.

With an utmost haste, he moved towards the figure and reached out gloved hands to run his fingers along the knee, sliding them up the thigh and further out of sight beneath the office miniskirt, as the creature in his grasp seemed to giggle only more to the touch.

His gloved digits played against sensitivity as his other hand reached out to ring about her neck and pull the torso closer. The neck being revealed with the swipe of his hand, where delicate teeth marks were engorged into the soft tissue, blushing red and purple hues about the puncture wounds.

His lips came to press against the smooth skin, as his hands moved away and stripped himself into freedom, and pull the body of the creature to him with a sudden jolt. His harsh vitality seeping into his manner as he took a firm hold on her lower back and pressed her hard against him and she seemed to inhale with a deep inner feeling of pain. Nakago's lips ran over the wound delicately until they parted over the familiar wound and his teeth sank softly into her neck, making the female groan in a different sort of pain.

Nakago's body now moved with the rythematic naturality to the act, with a creature so much more pure than the dirty seeming being that was his wife.

Nakago let his body make the unfluid jolts of fierce thrusting, as his thoughts flooded in about the degradable woman he was lawfully locked with, his viciousness seeming to rise as he drew his teeth away from the neck of this nymph and snaked his hands beneath her half unbuttoned dress shirt.

 

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Gloved hands worked greedily against soft flesh, soft flesh that was not his wife's, but a creature so much more beautiful and blooming. A creature that satisfied Nakago's hunger for true beauty, and was not the vile insert of a lying wife.

Nakago's body moved with a growing ferocity, as what had been the softest moans of tender content, became near screams of painful force.

As Nakago began to feel his body twitch with fulfillment, he gripped every part of her that his hands now touched, with a growing mass of strength and pushed himself harder, her noises driving him on. His fingernails dug into her moisturized skin until she squirmed within his grasp and Nakago gave a final movement. Ending the act with his release of tensional stress and built stimulation, pulling away from the female and replacing what was removed, as she seemed to be collecting herself with a wide smirk. Reaching out greedy elongated fingers to stop him from dressing. She was brushed away, to her unhappy frowning, as Nakago walked away from her.

"I'm leaving Early."

Was the only substantiation the blonde American, with grassy colored eyes received from her boss, as he left the open room and into the smaller office he called his own. The brassy blonde pouted softly as she straightened herself and replaced her position behind the desk, watching Nakago exit the office with coat and hat in hand.

He trailed out of the building and into the open streets of Tokyo, where the bright sun forced Nakago to twitch slightly as he headed straight into the Vehicle waiting for him.

Stepping into the backseat as the door was swung open, and shut behind him.

Free in the darkness of the backseat, he reached out for his pack of cigarettes and lifted a gloved hand into his front coat pocket to pull the metal cover lighter into the open.

Flipping the top open of the lighter and lighting his cigarette as he placed the butt into his lips and inhaled deeply; closing the light top over the open flame to extinguish it, and replace it back into his pocket.

Stripping the cigarette from his lips, held between two fingers and Charcoal eyes looked towards the driver in the front seat, awaiting his orders.

"Take me home.back to that fetid woman and the appalling little brat."

The driver nodded hastily and carefully began the drive back to the house, as Nakago sat comfortably back in his seat and awaited the Limo to arrive at his monotonous home on the outskirts of suburban Tokyo. Taking another heavy drag on his cancer stick, as he crossed his legs and watched the deeply tinted window give off barely a reflect of outside, and show him his purist face. Grinning at his reflection as he looked away to take another drag of the cigarette.

So now he would retreat home, to the despicable place of life, with his unadorned wife, and his sickening excuse for a 6-year-old son. if that were truly what he was.

Nakago often conjured up the reasonable thoughts, that the idiot child could not be his. It reminded him of he and his father, when Nakago was only a small lad. the prior life Nakago held beneath his father, pride and joy that swept in from being an only son. Nakago had learned good discipline, and fierce ruling. A leader of sorts, was what every male had been in his family, and like his father, Nakago now owned a large business in mid town Tokyo, and ran several smaller companies in the dark.

 

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He had married Sakura Totoi Arashi nearly 10 years now, and each day, her face seemed to grow more and more. hideous to him. Why had he married her so long ago, was a very good question indeed. You see, Nakago needed a wife.and Sakura was at his feet.

She was conveniently there and seemed attached to his masculine persona, she was obedient and submissive, along with hardworking around the house, so Nakago would not waste precious money on some sort of servant. But when Nakago married Sakura, she was a blossoming flower of beauty.and now, she was merely a cheap, lying whore.

Each day, Nakago came home to a new lie. to a brand new set of figures in which he could calculate, and to a lack of surprisingly no effort from his diluted son.

But he knew the truth behind the lack of effort from his 6-year-old ball of disease.it was because Sakura was much too busy with her own life to teach the boy even a second's word. He knew the activities she carried about, and lied to him each passing day of.and he knew, that this woman also knew she was very wrong indeed to do as she did. Her submissive behavior to his punishment was obvious, he knew, she was well aware of her deserving of such actions.

But it was something else to Nakago. to feel the skin beneath tremble. A sense of power that Nakago swallowed whole, knowing the pain of another and feeding off of the exhilaration of the squirm.

Nakago fidgeted slightly in his soft leather limo chair, and uncrossed his legs as it became irregularly uncomfortable for him to sit such a way. A cruel and devious smile coiling on his lips as the vehicle soon pulled in front of his small home, and he took another long drag of his cigarette.

The door was carefully opened for him, and he slid his legs out slowly and stood, leaving the cancer stick within his lips as his cold gray eyes glanced to the driver bowing at him.

Nakago muttered his goodbyes to the driver, who left rather quickly as Nakago moved to the door and pulled the cigarette from his lips to exhale the vile smoke. He opened the front door swiftly and laid eyes upon a sudden blur of black and pale peach. with a pink and purple blur in it's arms, and retreating his narrowed eyes towards the woman cleaning up the game laid out on the floor.

He stepped in and pushed the door shut hard, making it slam and watching the female body jump slightly as it closed the box and moved to hurry away with the item, when Nakago reached out grabbed hold of Sakura's arm, forcing her to freeze in her place and lower her head, gripping the box tightly. She seemed to vibrate a quiver beneath his grip, as Nakago reached his other hand up to run along her side, running his hand over her stomach and up to her chest, slipping his fingers beneath the kimono.

"Why are you shaking?"

Sakura's head moved away from his at a slight twinge, whispering to him in her lying voice.

"Cold."

Nakago's fingers curled around her skin and squeezed softly, his hand letting go of her arm and pulling around her waist and push her body against his with a hard force. Sakura's body shook softly beneath his grasp and as Nakago's hand ran quickly down her thigh, the box within her hands seemed to leap to the floor and spill out across the carpet with all its paper cards and plastic pieces.

Nakago released Sakura suddenly and pushed her down towards the floor, stepping around her with a snarl as he pulled the cigarette from his lips and tossed it onto the floor beside Sakura.

"Clean that mess up you little wench, can't you do anything right?"

Nakago moved around to the dining room table to slip into the hallways and steadily made his way to the very end, where he stopped momentarily in the doorway of his son's bedroom, glancing around at the perfectly clean area. He saw no sign of his small son, but knew exactly where the body was hiding. He cleared his throat loudly before he spoke with a sharp tongue towards the ears he knew could hear just fine.

"Kaoru. come here."

 

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He could feel the omnipresence slink back farther beneath the bed, and Nakago began to loose his thin patience with the midget idiot, and tapped his foot.

"NOW, Kaoru."

Kaoru stiffened, and moved out from beneath the bed, leaving behind the small pink and purple panda he had been hiding from the eyes of Nakago for nearly two years now. Shuffling into view and standing straight beneath his father's gaze, head down with the sloppy hair fallen in the view of his eyes.

"What was that thing I saw you holding?"

Kaoru seemed to jump in alarm, but shook his head silently and kept his head down.

"Don't lie to me Kaoru.you know I hate liars."

He could here the midget following in mother's footsteps, gulp softly and quiver with the tap of Nakago's foot, falling back to the ground to crawl beneath the bed and disappear momentarily, before coming back out with the small plush toy in his arms, clutching tightly.

"A.Panda?"

Nakago perked a full brow and narrowed the other in annoyance, as the toy within his child's grasp was a frilly pink and purple set of colors, and was no less a toy for a wimpy little girl, although the title fit so well with his disobedient child.

"And who gave this.doll.to you, Kaoru?"

Kaoru didn't answer, only seemed to clutch to the toy further, making Nakago scrunch up his nose in further agitation and reached out a hand to thrift the toy from his sons grasp and watch the child pout incoherently.

"Did your mother give it to you?"

Nakago clutched the toy with a rough hand and stared at it, as Kaoru shook his head, making the hair cover his face further and hide the fearful eyes. Nakago's lip sneered suddenly, as the truthfully only other person, who could have gifted his dim-witted son with the girly toy, came to his mind.

"Did.Oxnard give this to you?"

Little brainless Kaoru seemed to hesitate momentarily, before he nodded sadly and Nakago growled deep within his throat. He gripped the toy much tighter within his grasp and pivoted upon heel to leave the room in definite annoyance. Taking down the hall to grab his wife roughly by the arm once he found her standing in the living room with the box contents cleaned. He jerked her forward, the box falling out of arms once more and spilling onto the floor, as her body was swung around towards the hard counter and her side was slammed into the corner, forcing Sakura to screech softly.

 

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Nakago still gripped her arm, jerking her down the hall with the bear in his other hand, and tossing her with another swing, into their large bedroom, where he let go her arm and she sprawled out onto the floor with a deadly fear written across her face.

A fury rose in Nakago, as his hand reached out to slam to door loudly and lock it, turning to his wife and holding up the bear.

"What is this?"

Sakura brushed the hair from her eyes slightly and looked up, eyes widening to the toy within Nakago's hands and her voice trembling in a sense over overpowered fear that Nakago was quick to feed from.

"WELL!?"

He barely left her time to respond, watching with delight as she shudder softly to his raised voice. Nakago dropped his arm and leaned down, gripping hard of Sakura's arm and raising her to her feet, throwing her towards the bed and watching the hair tangle about her form as she fell with a drift.

Sakura suddenly spoke, cowering on the bed and scooting slightly away from the edge.

"It's Kaoru's toy, he got it for his birthday."

Nakago's eyes lit up with a ferocity as he took locks of her hair into his fingers and tilted her head back to stare into his charcoal eyes.

"A gift from Oxnard."

Sakura softly nodded, hesitantly averting her eyes towards the door as if she wished to run, Nakago bringing his hand up to swipe across the delicate cheek and send her head jerking in the other direction.

"LOOK at me when I'm speaking to you! WHY would a man get a little Boy a PINK and PURPLE DOLL?"

Sakura shook her head; her infuriating sobs beginning to pour down her rose petal cheeks as the red color began to blush into the skin on her face. Nakago brought the panda into both hands, and with a single pull, detached the small head from the body and tore the seams, the shred seeming to rip Sakura in half as stuffing puffed out front the openings. Tossing it aside the bed and grabbing Sakura's upper arms, digging fingernails into the skin until she let off the softest whimper.

"I will NOT have my son playing with some PINK DOLL, do you understand!"

It was a statement to be answered, as he gave her a hard shake and nearly snapped the brittle neck from the spine. He switched one hand to reach to the shoulder of her silken kimono and shred it to an angel towards his hips, ripping the seams open like the stuffed toy and revealing the bruised flesh of her shoulder. His hand reaching to take the material of the other shoulder and shred it from the body of the kimono, exposing n awkward amount of nearly half Sakura's chest, where bright purple and blue bruises were laden over pieces of the skin.

Destroying another kimono, as he ripped the rest from her body and Sakura curled up upon the bed in an utter fear. Nakago's eyes casted over her petal like form, forcing his body to feel a sort of excitement to the fear beneath his eyes. His fingers twitched softly in agitation as he reached out to grip, once more, black locks of Sakura's hair and jerk her head back to stare Nakago in the face, his other hand coming to her chest, squeezing with a brutality, the flesh in his hands. Nakago forced Sakura to stare into his eyes, as her glossy eyes filled with tears that fell down her face and make her seem like a child.

"What's the matter Sakura? Afraid of anything that isn't your little Lover boy?"

Nakago jerked on the hair, pulling at it as Sakura let out a soft yelp and sobbed, the flesh of her breast being squeezed until nails dug past and broke the skin, forcing a quick amount of blood to drip onto her chest as Nakago relentlessly pushed his body against her where he stand and she lay. She seemed to struggle slightly, squirming roughly in his grasp and suddenly letting out an ear-piercing shriek.

Nakago nearly let go of the victimized Sakura, releasing his grip on the mass of Onyx and widened his eyes in the shock of retaliation.

The act of Sakura only seemed to awaken further, the beast within Nakago, as he growled beneath his breath with an evilty Sakura had never laid eyes upon within these last near to 10 years. His face growing such a rancid look of demonic life, as his fingers curled further in and spilt more blood onto her chest, Sakura letting out the painful sobs as Nakago released himself from his clothing with his freehand, keeping Sakura at bay with the other. Sakura began struggling now, even more so than before.

And what had been vague resistance, now filed in like pure disobedience. This made Nakago's temper flare into a creature defiantly against his position, as Sakura pushed him with all her weak strength, off the top of her and ran towards the door with a swift step. Nakago reached out his hand as far as it's limb allowed it to strength and curled his fingers about Sakura's thin ankle, jerking her backwards and watching her body jolt forward and smack against the floor with a loud thud, Sakura lifting her head to scream for a small child, in some sort of code wording that Nakago could all too easy, guess.

"KAORU! Get the Neko! Kaoru! PLEASE, GET THE NEKO!!"

 

[ManaKei Matsumo]

Sakura's lungs gave way, as her body was jerked back harshly by Nakago's strength, and he crawled over her form, bring back an arm and swinging forth with all his might, a fist into the mid chest of Sakura, forcing all wind to elapse from her body and her eyes to roll into the back of her head, coughing abruptly with a jolt of her body.

Nakago bringing his fist back to swing once more, pounding the white knuckles into the brittle face and bruising it into complex coloration, as Sakura seem to fade out of her straining position and muster up enough to be limp upon the floor. Nakago forcing himself to press into Sakura as her body trembled, pushing to the end with such a swift and sudden movement, Sakura's body jolted up and she let out the faintest squeak from within her throat, as the lungs were gathering in the fresh air.

Nakago felt pain in his wrists as he twisted her arms in an awkward position and pushed himself even further against Sakura's body, forcing her into a straight pin to the floor.

He let go of her limb arms, one hand pulling against her throat with a tight squeeze and the other reaching to drag nails against the skin of her chest, pressing deeper against the skin.

"Don't fight me now Sakura, it's fatal and you know that."

Sakura seemed to wrestle this thought within her head, shaking her head one- way and the other, starting to groan in pain as she was forced into another rampage of Nakago's rage. She pushed with what was left of her might, bringing up fists to pound at him, while Nakago's fingers encased themselves about her wrists and forced her arms back to the ground.

She pushed, squirming and moving about beneath him, starting to scream out in her horrified manner once more, before Nakago let go of her and brought his hand to enclose over her mouth, her screams muffled into his hand as she continued to struggle, Nakago pulling himself out of Sakura as her arms flailed now, trying to hit him. Nakago's hand reached for her arm, rolling back on his feet to stand and dragging her onto her feet along with him.

Sakura struggled with the might of her fearing death, pushing away with her slipper bearing feet, as Nakago pulled, his enjoyment seeming to rise as his hand gripped tighter over her mouth and her legs gave out, dropping her to her knees in front of him, as Nakago jerked her into a limp stand and tossed her aside towards the bed. Letting go of her all together as her body fell onto the softness, and was interrupted from it's freedom, by the restraining grip of Nakago's hands about her waist once more.

"You will not fight me Sakura!"

His voice raised, his body pushed, his fingers dug into the flesh and he encased Sakura's body in a turmoil of sickening pain, as his fists came back to slam against her stomach with force.

Sakura began a sickening, liquid cough as blood seeped onto her lips and spilled down the side of her face, reached the white sheet's as Nakago began to vicious rhythm of the hips, curling into the brutal, legal rape of the body.

All the while, Nakago's mind flared with an excited roar, his sense of power convulsing into his body as he overpowered and won the fight against his wife. The lying woman who was sprawled beneath him, enduring the pain in a new silence, as she faded in and out of consciousness. He knew where her thoughts lie. on the creature she so enveloped herself in. That creature he ran business with, never letting on to the suspicion and paranoia jogging his mind.

But he KNEW. he knew the stares, the movement and the defiant way each lie rolled off her tongue. He knew there was a secret within their marriage, the painful abuse she received being punishment for every kiss, for every touch, for every whispering word that was passed between them. He KNEW there was something.something so incredibly sickening. And why, what was it that this creature held, that Nakago did not? Absolutely nothing was possible to have existed, and he knew it was only because of her lying way of life. Her vile creation that lead one to believe she was one, and she was truthfully the other.

Sweetness outside of evilty, Nakago knew that it was impossible for that child to be his own. That small creature, so imperfect as Nakago was. Not being able to speak, he knew the child could not be truly his, but proof was lack, though his mind assured. It sickened him to have such a child and be forced to call it his son. A failure to the world, a creature that ruined his good name. A liar, just like his sickening mother. And for what?

Nakago worked, he fed that family, he gave them a life in which was well, and for what? To listen to lie, to be deceived and unattended. His wife's submission coming with a price, nothing felt back but the body lying limp. A fatal neurosis of departure from all feeling within her body, it was just a waste of energy to move, but move her did. Pounding his body against hers, this duty pushing him to the edge; an unfeeling body lay in the wake.

Nakago pushed until he felt consciousness slip from the body and watched Sakura's head no longer move. The amount of blood flow now seeping down the sheets and soiling both bodies as he pulled away from the dead seeming creature and pulled her by the arm from the bed, dropping her aside upon the floor where she lay to waste alone.

Nakago cleaned himself of her vile pain induced blood with the ripped cloth of her kimono, before closing himself within his clothing and exiting the room with the slam of a door. He saw no sight of his pathetic waste of a life son, as he left the house swiftly. leaving his wife to lie in a state of incontinence. While his son discovered in burning tears, his mother laid out upon the floor, without a care to the sanity of one small child. Forever the pink killer.

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[ManaKei Matsumo]

Introduction: Through the Lamb's eyes. (Manakei Verson)

"Dear Journal,

Today was quite exciting, yet sad at the same time. Let me tell you the exciting part first, ok? Well, Father had promised me some time ago that he'd teach me swordplay and he did! I learned lots of cool moves, but the foil is too heavy for me, I need to get more muscles. Father took my out afterwards for some treats in town, I never had seaweed-covered rice before.and I liked it! I really like it when Father spends time with me, but don't tell him ok? He might think I'm.weird or something. Its also good because Morton, that bully that I've been telling you about stays away when Father is around.

That brings me to the sad part of today. Father went to visit his friend's house today, he told me his friend's son's birthday was today, and he went over to give him a present. But his friend was being hurt by a bully like Morton, only meaner. And his friend doesn't have someone like Father to protect her. What father said was right, if he did try to help he'd only make more trouble for her. I don't like that bully.because of him Father gets this really sad look on his face and it makes me sad. I wish I could help but I feel so powerless to do anything to help his friend, or her kid. Maybe one day I'll be able to do something and maybe that bully will stop being a meanie and leave Father's friend alone someday.

But I guess Father's right, we'll have to wait. I'm getting sleepy now journal, I'll keep you posted about what's going on. Talk to you tomorrow!

-Blain"

Blain put his pencil down on his writing desk and closed his precious journal carefully. Journal time was his favorite time of day, it gave him time to relax and reflect on his day. No, Blain was obviously not a normal 10 year old. He had what he though of was a stigma, a terrible condition known as vampirism.

Though only 10, the reality of his plight was very much a pillar of awareness in him and often haunted his thoughts. Blain stretched his little fingers and leaned back in his chair, He was always much more awake at night-time and did enjoy his nightly hunts, as barbaric as it seemed.

He only drank from animals, however, usually choosing ones that could defend themselves, like Buck deer or wolves. He crinkled his nose a little, stifling a small sneeze, rubbing his nose as he wandered over to his large bed. He stretched once more falling onto his bed with a satisfied smile allowing his thoughts to wander once more to the plight of his father's "friend".

Blain was also aware of his fathers affection for the Tetsuya lady, Blain had seen her once or twice before, she was a beautiful woman incased in a cloud of fear. He had also seen the little mute boy a few times, his father was also fond of him as well.

Blain felt the most empathy for the boy.being unable to speak out against the oppression of his bully and unable to cry out when the pain got too intense. Blain felt a prick sting his heart. He knew the pain of silence all too well, he knew the pain of malice and loathing.

Blain's eye began to feel as heavy as his heart as he began to slip slowly into the realm of dreams, one final though grazing against his consciousness. "He wont be silent forever.something will come along to break him out of it someday and give him the strength to speak.something wonderful." with that the morbid youth slipped into sweet black slumber, his thoughts silenced by the rising storm in his mind.

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