Fan Fiction ❯ Satoru Part 2 ❯ Escape ( Chapter 4 )

 

June 1, 2022

Sk8er9: Are you okay

 

Satoru: Don't message me anymore.

 

Sk8er9: What's your problem?

 

Satoru: Please just, don't message me anymore

 

Slamming his persocom, Satoru looked around his hospital room, and then down at his broken wrist, wrapped tightly in an itchy cast. He scratched at it for a second before giving up, lying back in his bed, the clean white sheets cold against his skin. Blue eyes closed tightly as he tried to get into a nice position without hurting himself, the dressing for his cuts and the bandages over his broken ribs making him even more uncomfortable. He finally gave up, about to dial for room service before his persocom beeped softly. Sighing he flipped it open, rolling his eyes, `there's nothing better for me to do anyway.'

 

Sk8er9: I'm not letting off that easy, what's wrong with you?

 

Satoru: Well, I have two black eyes, I can barely talk, half my ribs are broken, I almost bled to death, my wrist is broken, and I have a terrible headache, is that what you wanted to hear?

 

Sk8er9: I'm not gonna say I told you so, because that would be cruel, what was it this time.

 

Satoru: I don't even know. We were doing so well. Everything was fine, and then he comes home yelling about me being a fat ass.

 

Sk8er9: Gees, what did he do?

 

Satoru: He beat the shit out of me obviously. I think he had sex with me afterwards though, the sick bastard, but I can't remember it's scratchy.

 

Sk8er9: The hospital didn't ask questions?

 

Satoru: Ichi told the hospital that he found me like this. They took it hook line and sinker. I can't believe this, and it's not like I can say anything, if I tell the cops, they'll return me to my mother, that pervert, and those jack-asses who want to do no more to me than rape me like they did Miki.

 

Sk8er9: And this is better? Those are all possibilities but you prefer to be beaten silly and fucked unconscious than possibly returning to your past.

 

Satoru: It's not like that.

 

Sk8er9: Then what is it like then?

 

Satoru: logged off

 

Satoru groaned as he was roused from his sleep, his eyes going wide when he saw Ichi standing above him, flowers in hand, “I bought these for you.” Satoru just starred at him, his heart racing as Ichi smiled down at him. A soft moan escaped between bloody lips as Ichi thrusted inside of him, his eyes opening to see Ichi above him before he blacked out again. “What's wrong?” Ichi smiled, running a thumb over quivering pink lips, Satoru's heart thumping in his ears. “Stop…” he came to again, probably a few seconds later before Ichi came inside of him, his eyes closing as he blacked out again. “No…” it was a whisper and then Ichi drew back, anger filling his face before Satoru screamed, thrashing wildly, “no! No! Stay Away!” He kept thrashing as scenes from the night before flashed through his mind, beeps going off in his room and nurses running in before he blacked out, falling limply to his bed. He watched as if in a dream as Ichi stripped and stepped over him, drawing back his shower curtain and getting in, before blackness over took him again.

 

He woke up a few hours later, Ichi sitting beside his bed, “you gave me quite a scare.” He stayed silent as Ichi stood and walked over to him, kissing him softly on the cheek, “I missed you.” “They said you can come home in two weeks,” he smiled as he brushed a thumb over Satoru's cheek, and Satoru couldn't move some kind of sedative coursing through his veins, “I don't know if I can live without you for that long.” Then his eyes went wide as a tear fell and slid down his cheek, but it wasn't his own as Ichi crumpled above him, crying softly, “I'm so sorry.” They stayed like that for a while before Satoru slowly lifted a hand to his back, hugging him as hard as he could, “I…forgive you.” And he fell into darkness, maybe from exhaustion as Ichi kissed him softly on unmoving lips.

 

June 16, 2022

Sk8er9: Satoru, you've got to answer back eventually.

 

Satoru: logged off

 

Blue eyes opened to find an empty space beside him in his bed, the smell of smoke laced in his sheets, sitting up and looking around, “Ichi?” Satoru threw his sheets off and slid out of bed, limping out of his room and then down the hallway, the smell of freshly cooked food exciting his senses. He ran in to the kitchen, not believing his eyes as Ichi stood there, frying some for of breakfast, “you like your eggs fried right?” Dark eyes turned to him and he stared for a while before nodding, a small smile gracing his lips, `I can't believe this.' “Well, sit down,” Ichi smirked as Satoru's face turned red before the sixteen year-old bounded to the dinning room table, waiting patiently like a scolded child as he sat with his head in his hands. He watched as Ichi walked over to him, setting a plate of eggs, bacon, pancakes and hash-browns down in front of him, his eyes devouring the food. Ichi sat across from him, smiling softly as he set down his own plate, “what are you waiting for, dig in.” “Hell yeah,” Satoru drooled before grabbing his fork and digging in, eating like he'd never eaten before. He looked up when he felt Ichi's eyes burning into him, a tingle of fear returning before he looked up and was met with a warm smile. His heart fluttered before he looked back to his food, eating quickly, `this can't be for real, Ichi cooking?' “After breakfast we can watch a movie together, it's an oldie though,” Ichi mumbled as he sliced a piece of toast and buttered it, “It has your favorite singer in it, Gackt-sama.” Satoru's heart leaped for joy as he looked up at Ichi, breakfast forgotten, “really Ichi?” His lover nodded before proceeding to eat, and he went back to eating as well, `I don't even remember telling Ichi my favorite anything.'

 

Satoru yawned as he snuggled up beside Ichi, it was barely ten minutes into `Moon Child,' and he was already feeling drowsy, his eye lids getting very heavy. But he tried to fight it, blinking a few times before his vision doubled, his head feeling as though it split in half as nausea overcame him and he placed a hand over his mouth. “Satoru?” Ichi asked calmly as he grabbed Satoru's shoulders, picking him up quickly and running him into the bathroom. He dry-heaved into the toilet a couple of times before throwing up everything he had eaten that morning, Ichi helping him to the sink when he was done. “I-I'm fine Ichi,” Satoru sniffled before Ichi scooped him up into his arms, heading for their bedroom, “no you're not, you're sick.” Satoru leaned against his shoulder, smiling softly as he snuggled into him, “I guess I am.” Just as soon as he said that he was being laid down in his bed, Ichi kissing him on the head, “I'll see you later; we can go out for dinner.” Satoru nodded before lying back, closing his eyes, “that would be nice Ichi.”

 

Satoru awoke to a blood curdling scream, throwing his covers off and running out into their hallway, in the direction of the scream, “Ichi!?” His eyes went wide as he came by their second bedroom, finally seeing why it was locked all this time, pictures of all sorts of boys, around his age posted to the walls. The door was open and there Ichi was, hovering above a small twelve year old boy, his hands over his mouth as he fucked him into the mattress. The boy cried softly, though it was muffled in Ichi's palm, and all Satoru could do was shake his head in confusion as he backed away, running back into their room and locking the door. He stumbled backwards and sat on their bed, jumping when banging sounded at the door, “Satoru…open the door.” He just starred wide eyed as the door unlocked and Ichi stood their, face calm, “don't you see Satoru…if I do this, I can't hurt you anymore.”

 

June 21, 2022

Sk8er9: Satoru…please, I'm worried about you.

 

Satoru: logged off

 

Satoru sat quietly in the dining room as Ichi sat beside him, the fourteen year-old boy sitting beside him silently. He had been there for 5 days and he hadn't said much, just sat there quietly, and all Satoru could do was stare at his angelic features, wondering how the boy felt. The boy didn't even seem to have a name; he just sat all day and night in clothes way too big for his small frame. Did he feel lost, was he just as scarred as the sixteen year-old sitting across from him? “I want to go home…” he sniffled, long rusty brown hair falling into his eyes before Ichi lashed out and smacked him across the face, “shut the fuck up.” He began to sob and Ichi stood quickly, grabbing him and fighting with him before knocking him unconscious and throwing him over his shoulder. “I'll be back, eat up,” and he headed off to the second bedroom, it was then Satoru remembered the lunch getting cold before him, but he couldn't move his eyes from the door, `I have got to get the fuck out of here.'

 

He sat awake that night, trying to cover his ears as the squeaking of an old mattress and the pleads of a young boy reverberated off the walls. He sobbed on the inside, as he heard a loud slap, fearing for his life, and the life of Ichi's young captive. Ichi hadn't even left for work since the night he had returned. Satoru was starting to run out of hope of escape and then the squeaking began again, this time only Ichi's grunts of pleasure filling the apartment, the boy silenced for the night. He pulled a pillow over his head, trying to force himself back to sleep. The slam of a door announced that Ichi was done for the night, before light crept into their room, and then it was dark again. There was a dip in the mattress before filthy hands wrapped around his midsection, Ichi pulling him close. A kiss was placed at his temple before Ichi snuggled up to him, his stomach feeling sick as Ichi purred into his ear, “I love you Koibito.”

 

 

July 6, 2022

Sk8er9: Write back.

 

Satoru: logged off

 

“I'll be back around in about an hour, important meeting,” Ichi smiled as he pecked Satoru on the forehead, “I trust you will be here when I get back…both of you.” The boy didn't even budge at the poison laced in Ichi's voice, Satoru starring at him silently. `Like I'm stupid enough to trust you again,' the click of the door alerted them that Ichi was gone and Satoru scooted over to the boy, “hey kid…you hungry?” The boy looked up at him, but said nothing, instead his eyes searching around blinding, `shit, I didn't realize he was blind.' Satoru grabbed his hand and the boy smiled squeezing his hand back tightly, “are you gonna take me home?” Satoru smiled and hugged him, “yes,” running a hand through soft locks. “M-my name is Youta…” he sniffled as he brought unfocused eyes to stare in Satoru's face, before Satoru's eyes went wide the boy pressing his lips to his. He pulled away shocked, holding the boy's shoulders, “w-what are you doing?” “You don't want to do it?” Youta asked confused before Satoru blushed bright pink, “of course not.” `What the hell is wrong with this kid?' he asked himself before he stood, “Youta, are you ready to get out of here?” Youta starred blankly for a while before nodding, Satoru grabbing his hand and pulling him along. Satoru led him toward the bathroom but Youta stopped him, shaking his head, “n-no, that's the way to the bad room.” Pain kicked Satoru in the rear-end before he hugged Youta to him, dragging him into the bathroom, “trust me, I'm not trying to take you anywhere near that room.” He stood in front of the bathroom mirror before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a pair of scissors, standing Youta before him, “now, I'm gonna give you a new hairdo, so Ichi won't be able to find you even if he tried.” Youta nodded and he was still as Satoru began to trim his hair, rusty blonde falling into the sink and onto his shoulders. Satoru finished quickly, before opening the bathroom cabinet and pulling out as bottle of peroxide, “bend down.”

 

Satoru cleared his throat as he ushered a platinum blonde Youta down the hallway of their apartment complex. His own hair was also bleached blonde with brown layers, but that wasn't important as he read each apartment number. He stopped at Daisuke's door and knocked, jumping slightly when an exhausted Daisuke came to the door. Daisuke looked them over before closing the door, backing off when Satoru pushed the door back open, running into Daisuke's apartment and dragging Youta with him, “Daisuke, it's me.” “Satoru?” Daisuke rubbed his eyes before squinting, “what did you do to your hair? Who's the kid? Why haven't you called me?” “That's not important, where's Mirei?” Satoru looked around before Daisuke shrugged, “I took her on a vacation to Kyoto and she ran off with some muscle head.” “She left you?” he looked concerned but Daisuke only smirked, “hey, I'm not distraught over it…unless you want to fuck to make me feel better.” “Shut up…this is serious,” Satoru growled before Youta hugged onto him, like a short bundle under his arm, “I'm running away from Ichi.” “Why,” Daisuke arched an eyebrow, placing a cigarette between his lips before Satoru snatched it away, “I know the sex was bad but leaving him?” “Idiot,” Satoru sneered, “I'm leaving him because he's a sick bastard who rapes kids and beats his lover. But I guess you were to busy vacationing in Kyoto to see my nattered body rolled out of here.” Daisuke's eyes sunk into his head at this news flash before his expression went serious, “I knew he wasn't right in the head from the first moment I saw him.” Satoru wondered for a moment if it was from jealousy Daisuke was saying this before shaking his head, “anyway, I need some of Mirei's clothes, Ichi will be home soon and I don't want anyone recognizing us so they can tell him were we went.” “You must be a mastermind at running away,” Daisuke snorted before heading off to his bedroom, “I learned from my mother.”

 

“So, will I see you, or hear from you again?” Daisuke mouthed around his cigarette as he brought a match up to light it, watching as Satoru and Youta walked through his apartment in two of Mirei's most colorful dresses, the only ones she had left behind. Youta wore an orange and yellow go-go dress, strait out of the seventies, a small back-pack slung over his shoulders. Satoru ran fingers through his hair as he stuffed their clothes into another backpack, a bright sundress making him glow. “Maybe...” Satoru smiled before slinging the back-pack over his back and heading toward the door, dragging Youta along with him. Daisuke could only watch with his half an answer as he leaned against his kitchen counter in his baggy lounge wear. And like that they were gone, before the door swung back open, Satoru stomping up to him, “I forgot something.” The cigarette was pulled from his lips and replaced with Satoru's lips, before the teen pulled away, putting the cigarette out on Daisuke's kitchen counter, “I hate cigarettes, you know that.” And Daisuke was left with a sly smirk on his face as Satoru left, closing the door behind him, “see you around Baka!”

“Yes, you can find him at apartment 317b building J,” Satoru spoke into the payphone before hanging up, walking over to the bench where Youta sat, glancing around with unseeing eyes. He flopped down beside him before looking at him, “do you know where you live?” Youta starred out blankly before nodding, smiling softly as he grabbed Satoru's hand, “this way.” Satoru's eyes went wide as Youta led him down a dark alley, no wonder Ichi had no trouble kidnapping him, he lives on the street. They stood before a dilapidated box, a few filthy stuffed animals, a ratty blanket and a few trinkets scattered around. Youta bent and picked up a filthy bunny, holding it up to Satoru's face, “mister whiskers.” Satoru took the rabbit, still wondering how this innocent kid could have said what he said earlier, before taking his hand, “come on, let's go, we'll find a hotel. Then we'll worry about a place for us to live tomorrow.” Youta nodded before following him, loyally, like a lost puppy, squeezing back with his hand as Satoru led him out of the alley.

 

Satoru sighed as he tried to sleep on the hard hotel mattress, turning over when Youta came out of the bathroom, too-big T-shirt barely on him. He rubbed his eyes before crawling into bed with Satoru, snuggling up beside him. Satoru wrapped his arms around him tightly before he felt lips graze his, pulling away. “Stop,” he muttered as Youta looked confused again, “let's put it this way, I don't want to have sex with you. You're too young to be having sex anyway.” Youta nodded before hugging onto him again, “Satoru…can I call you Aniki.” Satoru snuggled back into the bed as he pondered it, before nodding, “sure, I guess that's okay.”

 

July 11, 2022

Sk8er9: Satoru, please write me back.

 

Satoru: logged off

 

“Come on, times a waistin,” Satoru bit his lip as he starred at the portocom in his hand, before glancing at the pawn shop owner over the counter, “you gonna sell it to me or not?” Satoru slapped a hand over his eyes before slapping the portable computer down on the counter before taking the money the greasy looking man handed him. He headed out of the shop to see Youta blindly playing with a butterfly, giggling softly as he jumped around in his too-big clothes.

 

“So you called me why?” Daisuke groaned as he lounged around Satoru's hotel room, Satoru growling softly, “I told you…I bought tickets to go home, do you want to come?” “I don't know,” Daisuke snorted before flopping down onto the hard mattress, “Why didn't you just get an apartment here?” “Let's see baka,” Satoru barked before pacing through the hotel room, “I don't have enough money, nor do I have a job.” “Oh,” Daisuke smirked before sitting up, grabbing Satoru's hand, “I'll think about it, but I can't think when I'm horny.” Satoru growled, about to hit him before Youta bounced through the door, running up to Satoru and hugging him tightly, “Aniki!” “Hey Youta,” Satoru mumbled before prying the twelve year-old off of him, “plus…I need to get out of Tokyo, there's nothing good here for me, and it you come, I'll never have to return.

 

Satoru moaned as Daisuke thrust inside of him, slapping his hand over his mouth before cracking open and glancing through the bathroom door, peering out at Youta's sleeping form to make sure he was still out. He closed the door before leaning his head on the counter, Daisuke thrusting again, his eyes squeezing closed. Daisuke pulled out of him before turning him around, kissing him full on the mouth before lifting him and propping him up on the counter, spreading his legs before pressing into him again. Satoru threw his head back as Daisuke stroke inside of him, crying out as he released, his seed coating his stomach. Daisuke bit his lip as he rammed his way to completion, pulling out sleepily before Satoru punched him in the arm, jumping off the counter, “you baka, I just wanted to take a shower alone.” “Oww,” Daisuke rubbed his arm before shrugging, forcing a smile, “admit it, you were just as horny as I was.” Satoru turned bright red before shoving him out of the bathroom and slamming the door. Daisuke sighed as he walked to Satoru's bed, sitting down and pulling his clothes on exhausted. Then something fell to the floor and he starred at the train ticket, before picking it up and placing it back on the bed. He stood when he was finished dressing, leaving the ticket behind and heading to the door. Light spread over Youta's sleeping form before it was dark again.

 

July 14, 2022

Sk8er9: Happy Birthday.

 

Satoru: This account has been turned off.

 

Satoru closed his eyes as he sighed, leaning against the train window, droplets of rain water sliding down slowly as more gathered, perhaps it was a coincidence that the same train that he used to escape his life was taking him back home. Bleached hair wet from running through the rain stuck to his face, but he didn't care, taking a small bag of cookies out of his pocket He smiled down at the small bundle snuggled up beside him, white blonde dyed hair mated to a pale face, `I'm sure my mom won't mind taking you in.' “Damn, what a view,” Daisuke whooped as he plopped down in the seat beside Satoru and Youta, unlit cigarette in his mouth. Satoru sneered at him before he put both his hands up in defense, “what?! It's not lit!”