Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Christmas Eve: The Past Returns ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )
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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: 1.2K | Visits: 465 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 465 | Status: Completed
Christmas Eve: The Past Returns
Firestar
Part 6
Disclaimer: The Ronin Warriors are not mine. You all know that.
*************
Ryo's head whipped around as he heard the door open, disengaging himself completely from Rowen's embrace.
He tensed as he saw his blond-haired friend walk into the room, followed closely by Kento and Cye.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asked sharply, his eyes shadowed with dread.
Sage looked back at him cooly. "We're here to help. We were in the hall the whole time, you weren't
exactly speaking quietly."
Ryo's eyes widened with apprhension, but he made sure the rest his face remained impassive. "You didn't
have any right to listen to that," he said coldly.
"Yes, I did. You're a Ronin Warrior, Ryo, and our leader. We have every right to make sure you're okay.
If that means we find out your secrets, so be it." His voice was filled with steely determination. This
wasn't something he could allow himself to give in on.
"So what if you were raped. It doesn't change a thing. You're still the bearer of the Inferno armor and
our friend. We're not going to turn our backs on you for something you had no control over."
Cye listened wide-eyed to what Sage was saying. He still hadn't gotten over his shock about Ryo's past,
but the look on his friends face demanded he step in.
"Listen Ryo," he said softly. "We just want to help you get better. That's all."
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A few hours later the Ronins had finally convinced Ryo that they wouldn't abandon him, but he was still
far from healed. They knew he would be bearing the scars from this ordeal for a very long time. That's why
they would be there to help whenever he needed it.
Suprisingly, it had been Kento's blunt, but passionate speech that got Ryo to give in. His obvious concern
and his well-known inability at pulling off a credible lie had gotten Ryo to relent.
Ryo started to cry then, the tears once more leaking from his eyes. He just couldn't hold it in anymore.
Years of pain was determined to make its way out, regardless of how hard Ryo tried to stop it. But his friends
didn't mind. They just pulled him closer, all four of them supporting his shaking frame. And then the rest of
the story came.
----------Christmas Eve---------------
Ryo was sitting home all alone, listless, unable to cheer himself up. When the doorbell rang, he was a bit puzzled.
After all, his friends were away and most people would be with their families on Christmas Eve. But he allowed himself
to hope just a bit. Maybe, just maybe, his friends were returning home early.
With that possibility in mind, he opened the door eagerly, forgetting the caution it had taken years to develop.
Then, his smiling, hopeful face changed dramatically, filling with fear. Pressed to his forehead
was the cold barrel of a gun and the face that had haunted his nightmares for years grinned sickeningly just a few
feet away.
"Hi boy, remember me?" he taunted mockingly, pushing his way into the mansion. The gun never wavered. He slammed the
door shut behind him and forced Ryo into the living room. Ryo tried desperately to think of someway to escape, to disable
the man, to do anything. But what could he do with a gun pressed to his skull.
Everything happened in a blur then. Ryo vaguely remembered asking Sares why he was there, and he remembered Sares blaming
him for his discovery at the orphanage. Unfortunately, how Sares made him pay for it was vividly clear.
He was forced to his knees and Sares used a length of rope he had brought with him to tie Ryo's hands behind his back.
The whole time the gun was held steadily to his head, making it impossible to attempt to overpower his captor.
The rope was pulled painfully tight, cutting off the circulation to his hands. Then Sares pulled out a long, wickedly
sharp knife, holding it teasingly in front of Ryo's eyes.
Slowly, allowing the anticipation to build, Sares pressed to knife to Ryo's chest. The blade pierced the tender skin easily,
and Sares pulled it languidly downwards, relishing the look of agony on Ryo's face. "What, does that hurt, boy?", he asked mockingly.
He removed the knife and moved it towards Ryo's shoulder, once again dragging it across the flesh.
Ryo noticed through the pain that Sares' breathing had quickened. The next cut was made quicker, and the following ones became
more frenzied. The gashes crisscrossed Ryo's body, and blood flowed freely, staining the carpet. Some of it even being flung to
the ceiling by Sares' wild gestures.
Ryo's shirt had been pulled off when Sares first began and now Sares was pulling frantically at the pants. He used the knife to cut
them away and stripped them from Ryo's body. Sares no longer held the gun, and Ryo stuggled, disregarding the knife that Sares held.
He wouldn't let it happen again, he wouldn't!
But there was nothing he could do. He was too weak from blood loss to get away. The fierce warrior responsible for the defeat of
the Dynasty lay on the floor helplessly as his past nightmares replayed themselves.
Finally, finally, after seemingly an eternity, Sares stopped, exhausted by his exertions. The knife was gone now. He had dropped it
in the midst of his frenzy. Ryo lay, half-unconsious and naked, on his stomach. His breathing was harsh and labored as he struggled to
draw breath.
Sares smiled. The sight of the blood, the smell of it. It satisfied him like nothing else had ever been able to do.
Then he walked calmly about the room, collecting every piece of evidence that the police could use. It didn't matter if they found
traces of Sares himself. He wasn't in any of their files, they couldn't track him down. Finally, satisfied that he had everything,
Sares glanced once more at the broken body the had curled up on itself. The helpless posture sent shivers up his spine.
He turned then, and walked out the door, extremely pleased with himself.
Ryo lay in anquish on the floor. His hand curled around the smooth knife, gripping the hilt as firmly as he could.
Carefully, not wanting to drop his salvation, Ryo pushed himself up until he was sitting. And then, knowing in his heart that he had
no other option, he pulled the knife along the vein in his left arm, pressing it deeply in to make sure he cut it completely. Switching
hands, he did the same to the other arm. It didn't even hurt anymore. He watched numbly as the blood pooled about him. The world faded
around him and he fell into the blackness.
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Rowen held his love tightly, tears now streaming down his face as well. He had come so close to losing the Ronin of Virtue. Ryo shook in his
arms and the arms of the other Ronins surrounded them both. Sage was whispering soothingly in Ryo's ear, trying to comfort his tortured friend.
Rowen forced his throat to clear. "Everything's all right now, Ryo. Everything's all right."
Firestar
Part 6
Disclaimer: The Ronin Warriors are not mine. You all know that.
*************
Ryo's head whipped around as he heard the door open, disengaging himself completely from Rowen's embrace.
He tensed as he saw his blond-haired friend walk into the room, followed closely by Kento and Cye.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asked sharply, his eyes shadowed with dread.
Sage looked back at him cooly. "We're here to help. We were in the hall the whole time, you weren't
exactly speaking quietly."
Ryo's eyes widened with apprhension, but he made sure the rest his face remained impassive. "You didn't
have any right to listen to that," he said coldly.
"Yes, I did. You're a Ronin Warrior, Ryo, and our leader. We have every right to make sure you're okay.
If that means we find out your secrets, so be it." His voice was filled with steely determination. This
wasn't something he could allow himself to give in on.
"So what if you were raped. It doesn't change a thing. You're still the bearer of the Inferno armor and
our friend. We're not going to turn our backs on you for something you had no control over."
Cye listened wide-eyed to what Sage was saying. He still hadn't gotten over his shock about Ryo's past,
but the look on his friends face demanded he step in.
"Listen Ryo," he said softly. "We just want to help you get better. That's all."
------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------
A few hours later the Ronins had finally convinced Ryo that they wouldn't abandon him, but he was still
far from healed. They knew he would be bearing the scars from this ordeal for a very long time. That's why
they would be there to help whenever he needed it.
Suprisingly, it had been Kento's blunt, but passionate speech that got Ryo to give in. His obvious concern
and his well-known inability at pulling off a credible lie had gotten Ryo to relent.
Ryo started to cry then, the tears once more leaking from his eyes. He just couldn't hold it in anymore.
Years of pain was determined to make its way out, regardless of how hard Ryo tried to stop it. But his friends
didn't mind. They just pulled him closer, all four of them supporting his shaking frame. And then the rest of
the story came.
----------Christmas Eve---------------
Ryo was sitting home all alone, listless, unable to cheer himself up. When the doorbell rang, he was a bit puzzled.
After all, his friends were away and most people would be with their families on Christmas Eve. But he allowed himself
to hope just a bit. Maybe, just maybe, his friends were returning home early.
With that possibility in mind, he opened the door eagerly, forgetting the caution it had taken years to develop.
Then, his smiling, hopeful face changed dramatically, filling with fear. Pressed to his forehead
was the cold barrel of a gun and the face that had haunted his nightmares for years grinned sickeningly just a few
feet away.
"Hi boy, remember me?" he taunted mockingly, pushing his way into the mansion. The gun never wavered. He slammed the
door shut behind him and forced Ryo into the living room. Ryo tried desperately to think of someway to escape, to disable
the man, to do anything. But what could he do with a gun pressed to his skull.
Everything happened in a blur then. Ryo vaguely remembered asking Sares why he was there, and he remembered Sares blaming
him for his discovery at the orphanage. Unfortunately, how Sares made him pay for it was vividly clear.
He was forced to his knees and Sares used a length of rope he had brought with him to tie Ryo's hands behind his back.
The whole time the gun was held steadily to his head, making it impossible to attempt to overpower his captor.
The rope was pulled painfully tight, cutting off the circulation to his hands. Then Sares pulled out a long, wickedly
sharp knife, holding it teasingly in front of Ryo's eyes.
Slowly, allowing the anticipation to build, Sares pressed to knife to Ryo's chest. The blade pierced the tender skin easily,
and Sares pulled it languidly downwards, relishing the look of agony on Ryo's face. "What, does that hurt, boy?", he asked mockingly.
He removed the knife and moved it towards Ryo's shoulder, once again dragging it across the flesh.
Ryo noticed through the pain that Sares' breathing had quickened. The next cut was made quicker, and the following ones became
more frenzied. The gashes crisscrossed Ryo's body, and blood flowed freely, staining the carpet. Some of it even being flung to
the ceiling by Sares' wild gestures.
Ryo's shirt had been pulled off when Sares first began and now Sares was pulling frantically at the pants. He used the knife to cut
them away and stripped them from Ryo's body. Sares no longer held the gun, and Ryo stuggled, disregarding the knife that Sares held.
He wouldn't let it happen again, he wouldn't!
But there was nothing he could do. He was too weak from blood loss to get away. The fierce warrior responsible for the defeat of
the Dynasty lay on the floor helplessly as his past nightmares replayed themselves.
Finally, finally, after seemingly an eternity, Sares stopped, exhausted by his exertions. The knife was gone now. He had dropped it
in the midst of his frenzy. Ryo lay, half-unconsious and naked, on his stomach. His breathing was harsh and labored as he struggled to
draw breath.
Sares smiled. The sight of the blood, the smell of it. It satisfied him like nothing else had ever been able to do.
Then he walked calmly about the room, collecting every piece of evidence that the police could use. It didn't matter if they found
traces of Sares himself. He wasn't in any of their files, they couldn't track him down. Finally, satisfied that he had everything,
Sares glanced once more at the broken body the had curled up on itself. The helpless posture sent shivers up his spine.
He turned then, and walked out the door, extremely pleased with himself.
Ryo lay in anquish on the floor. His hand curled around the smooth knife, gripping the hilt as firmly as he could.
Carefully, not wanting to drop his salvation, Ryo pushed himself up until he was sitting. And then, knowing in his heart that he had
no other option, he pulled the knife along the vein in his left arm, pressing it deeply in to make sure he cut it completely. Switching
hands, he did the same to the other arm. It didn't even hurt anymore. He watched numbly as the blood pooled about him. The world faded
around him and he fell into the blackness.
------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------
Rowen held his love tightly, tears now streaming down his face as well. He had come so close to losing the Ronin of Virtue. Ryo shook in his
arms and the arms of the other Ronins surrounded them both. Sage was whispering soothingly in Ryo's ear, trying to comfort his tortured friend.
Rowen forced his throat to clear. "Everything's all right now, Ryo. Everything's all right."