Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Christmas Eve: The Past Returns ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Firestar 
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 371 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 371 | Status: Completed
Christmas Eve: The Past Returns
Firestar
Part 5
Disclaimer: The Ronin Warriors are not mine (dangit!). Never have been, never will be.
***********
Sage, Cye, and Kento listened, spell bound outside Rowen and Ryo's door. They hadn't meant to eavesdrop,
but when they came to check on the two this morning, they had overheard them talking and hadn't been
able to pull themselves away.
All three were horrified by Ryo's past, and they listened with dread to what happened next.
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Sares walked into the room that night, grinning sadistically at the children. They all huddled futher
into their blankets, praying to be passed over. There was no escape from this man. A child tried
to get away once. He even tried to tell one of the other adults at the orphanage, but they were just
as scared as the children. Several had resigned or transfered, but none had dared spill the story
of the horrors of the institution.
The same plea ran through Ryo's head over
and over. He had ceased to pray when his parents died, but now he wished he hadn't. Maybe God would
have been more merciful.
Sares paced slowly along the length of the room, getting closer and closer to where Ryo lay against the
wall. Finally, he stopped at the foot of the young boy's bed.
"You, boy, come with me."
What little color had been left drained from Ryo's face and his milk white skin contrasted starkly
with the shadows around him. He lay still, paralyzed with fright. His lack of compliance angered
Sares. He demanded instant obedience from the children.
"Get up, boy!" Sares reached out a meaty fist and grabbed Ryo roughly by the collar of his pajamas,
hauling him painfully out of the bed. Ryo struggled blindly, instinct taking over, and kicked out
at Sares.
The blow lacked any strength to do damage, but managed to enrage Sares even more. He backhanded the
boy with his free hand, and blood exploded from Ryo's nose. Enjoying the boy's cries of pain, he
hit him once more across the face, drawing even more blood, and then drug the helpless boy from the
room.
He was terrified and the pain from his face almost blinded him. He could feel the hot blood running
from the cut above his eye and streaming from his nose. Its thick, metallic taste slicked the back
of his throat and stuck cloyingly to his tongue.
Ryo felt his arm being pulled from its socket as Sares rounded a corner and he once again cried out
in pain. Sares didn't even pause, he just pulled harder, and Ryo felt the bone in his lower arm snap.
He tried to yell for help, but he couldn't even get a sound out he hurt so much.
Then his tormentor stopped abruptly and Ryo ran right into him. Sares threw a door open and shoved
Ryo inside a dark room. Ryo fell to the floor, landing on his arm. Tears flowed freely now, almost
choking him. Sares took his time then, locking the door carefully, and then he turned to Ryo.
For as long as he lived, he would never forget the cruel smile that Sares wore then. Ryo tried to
back away from Sares, but the room was small and he was against a wall in just moments. Then Sares had
him, and he yanked the boy to him roughly. Ryo felt himself forced to his knees, and he wondered
despairingly how Sares would hurt him. He was too young to understand what would happen next.
He felt his shirt ripped from his thin body and Sares hit him again, this time in the ribs. Ryo
tried to double over, but Sares grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to stay upright. Sares ran
his cruel hands slowly along Ryo's back, inching them lower and lower.
Ryo waited in anguished confusion.
He still didn't understand even as Sares ripped open his pants and then took off his own. "I'm going
to enjoy this boy." Ryo tried to fight him, but he was only a boy, he hadn't the strength.
"It's no use fighting boy, you belong to me." The words terrified Ryo, and the hands continued to
inch further down, touching him in places no one else had ever dared. He cried out in pain, and fear,
and the instinctive knowledge that this was wrong.
--------------------1 Day Later--------------------------------------------
The world swam into focus slowly, bringing with it the pain. The little boy lay curled up on the floor
of the dark room, withdrawn into himself. Blood covered his small body stickily, painting it a sickly
reddish brown. His clothes lay piled up in one corner where they had been thrown the night before.
Muffled voices sounded outside the thick door, breaking through the haze that Ryo lay in. A sudden pounding
in the hallway prompted Ryo to lever himself painfully off the floor and drag himself to the door.
He used his small hands to beat desperately against the barrier, and called weakly for help.
The darkness was closing in again, dragging Ryo back down into unconsiousness, but he struggled to
stay awake just a little longer, calling out for aid one last time. Finally, he dropped once more
to the floor, passing out just as the door opened, missing the longed for sight of his rescuer.
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"I woke up in a hospital bed, my arm in a cast, and tubes down my throat." Ryo tried to continue, but
his throat was tight with the tears he was trying to hold back. Rowen pulled Ryo to him wordlessly,
offering what comfort he could. Ryo accepted the embrace, but did not let the tears go. After the
initial relief of letting everything out, he sank back into his masks. Having someone to
confide in now, and someone to comfort him, did not erase the years spent hiding what had happend.
"Ryo, let it out, let it all go." Rowen could sense that Ryo was holding back.
Ryo pulled back then, and a coldness worked its way into his eyes. "The police shut down the
orphanage. A few of the employees were arrested for concealing what had been going on, but Sares
managed to get away.
Whatever else Sares might have been, he was smart. It was only bad timing that allowed him to
be caught. A police officer walked into the orphanage asking about placing another child there.
He caught sight of a kid with bruises on his face and made an inquiry. He found Sares just
as he was walking out the door of the little room he had me in. Sares tried to stall, but the
officer insisted on searching everything.
That was the pounding I heard. The officer tried to force his way in when it became obvious Sares
was hiding something."
Ryo stopped to take a deep breath. "I..I guess that's why Sares blamed me for his getting caught. My
presence ruined his whole, peverted little world." The bitterness was thick in his voice.
"It took me years to push that away. To bury it. Even though Sares got away, I was foolish enough
to think it was all over. I was so frickin' stupid! I should have kept my guard up. None of
this would have happened if I'd just been smarter!"
Kento listened wide-eyed outside the door, gripping Cye's hand tightly. He had never given a thought
to Ryo's past. He'd known Ryo was an orphan, but he'd never asked more. Now he wished he had.
Sage decided that enough was enough. It was time to go in and talk with Ryo himself. He couldn't
Rowen handle this alone. It was the responsibility of the Ronin Warriors to take care of eachother,
and that was just what he had in mind.
Firestar
Part 5
Disclaimer: The Ronin Warriors are not mine (dangit!). Never have been, never will be.
***********
Sage, Cye, and Kento listened, spell bound outside Rowen and Ryo's door. They hadn't meant to eavesdrop,
but when they came to check on the two this morning, they had overheard them talking and hadn't been
able to pull themselves away.
All three were horrified by Ryo's past, and they listened with dread to what happened next.
---------------------------------------------
Sares walked into the room that night, grinning sadistically at the children. They all huddled futher
into their blankets, praying to be passed over. There was no escape from this man. A child tried
to get away once. He even tried to tell one of the other adults at the orphanage, but they were just
as scared as the children. Several had resigned or transfered, but none had dared spill the story
of the horrors of the institution.
The same plea ran through Ryo's head over
and over. He had ceased to pray when his parents died, but now he wished he hadn't. Maybe God would
have been more merciful.
Sares paced slowly along the length of the room, getting closer and closer to where Ryo lay against the
wall. Finally, he stopped at the foot of the young boy's bed.
"You, boy, come with me."
What little color had been left drained from Ryo's face and his milk white skin contrasted starkly
with the shadows around him. He lay still, paralyzed with fright. His lack of compliance angered
Sares. He demanded instant obedience from the children.
"Get up, boy!" Sares reached out a meaty fist and grabbed Ryo roughly by the collar of his pajamas,
hauling him painfully out of the bed. Ryo struggled blindly, instinct taking over, and kicked out
at Sares.
The blow lacked any strength to do damage, but managed to enrage Sares even more. He backhanded the
boy with his free hand, and blood exploded from Ryo's nose. Enjoying the boy's cries of pain, he
hit him once more across the face, drawing even more blood, and then drug the helpless boy from the
room.
He was terrified and the pain from his face almost blinded him. He could feel the hot blood running
from the cut above his eye and streaming from his nose. Its thick, metallic taste slicked the back
of his throat and stuck cloyingly to his tongue.
Ryo felt his arm being pulled from its socket as Sares rounded a corner and he once again cried out
in pain. Sares didn't even pause, he just pulled harder, and Ryo felt the bone in his lower arm snap.
He tried to yell for help, but he couldn't even get a sound out he hurt so much.
Then his tormentor stopped abruptly and Ryo ran right into him. Sares threw a door open and shoved
Ryo inside a dark room. Ryo fell to the floor, landing on his arm. Tears flowed freely now, almost
choking him. Sares took his time then, locking the door carefully, and then he turned to Ryo.
For as long as he lived, he would never forget the cruel smile that Sares wore then. Ryo tried to
back away from Sares, but the room was small and he was against a wall in just moments. Then Sares had
him, and he yanked the boy to him roughly. Ryo felt himself forced to his knees, and he wondered
despairingly how Sares would hurt him. He was too young to understand what would happen next.
He felt his shirt ripped from his thin body and Sares hit him again, this time in the ribs. Ryo
tried to double over, but Sares grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to stay upright. Sares ran
his cruel hands slowly along Ryo's back, inching them lower and lower.
Ryo waited in anguished confusion.
He still didn't understand even as Sares ripped open his pants and then took off his own. "I'm going
to enjoy this boy." Ryo tried to fight him, but he was only a boy, he hadn't the strength.
"It's no use fighting boy, you belong to me." The words terrified Ryo, and the hands continued to
inch further down, touching him in places no one else had ever dared. He cried out in pain, and fear,
and the instinctive knowledge that this was wrong.
--------------------1 Day Later--------------------------------------------
The world swam into focus slowly, bringing with it the pain. The little boy lay curled up on the floor
of the dark room, withdrawn into himself. Blood covered his small body stickily, painting it a sickly
reddish brown. His clothes lay piled up in one corner where they had been thrown the night before.
Muffled voices sounded outside the thick door, breaking through the haze that Ryo lay in. A sudden pounding
in the hallway prompted Ryo to lever himself painfully off the floor and drag himself to the door.
He used his small hands to beat desperately against the barrier, and called weakly for help.
The darkness was closing in again, dragging Ryo back down into unconsiousness, but he struggled to
stay awake just a little longer, calling out for aid one last time. Finally, he dropped once more
to the floor, passing out just as the door opened, missing the longed for sight of his rescuer.
--------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"I woke up in a hospital bed, my arm in a cast, and tubes down my throat." Ryo tried to continue, but
his throat was tight with the tears he was trying to hold back. Rowen pulled Ryo to him wordlessly,
offering what comfort he could. Ryo accepted the embrace, but did not let the tears go. After the
initial relief of letting everything out, he sank back into his masks. Having someone to
confide in now, and someone to comfort him, did not erase the years spent hiding what had happend.
"Ryo, let it out, let it all go." Rowen could sense that Ryo was holding back.
Ryo pulled back then, and a coldness worked its way into his eyes. "The police shut down the
orphanage. A few of the employees were arrested for concealing what had been going on, but Sares
managed to get away.
Whatever else Sares might have been, he was smart. It was only bad timing that allowed him to
be caught. A police officer walked into the orphanage asking about placing another child there.
He caught sight of a kid with bruises on his face and made an inquiry. He found Sares just
as he was walking out the door of the little room he had me in. Sares tried to stall, but the
officer insisted on searching everything.
That was the pounding I heard. The officer tried to force his way in when it became obvious Sares
was hiding something."
Ryo stopped to take a deep breath. "I..I guess that's why Sares blamed me for his getting caught. My
presence ruined his whole, peverted little world." The bitterness was thick in his voice.
"It took me years to push that away. To bury it. Even though Sares got away, I was foolish enough
to think it was all over. I was so frickin' stupid! I should have kept my guard up. None of
this would have happened if I'd just been smarter!"
Kento listened wide-eyed outside the door, gripping Cye's hand tightly. He had never given a thought
to Ryo's past. He'd known Ryo was an orphan, but he'd never asked more. Now he wished he had.
Sage decided that enough was enough. It was time to go in and talk with Ryo himself. He couldn't
Rowen handle this alone. It was the responsibility of the Ronin Warriors to take care of eachother,
and that was just what he had in mind.