Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Holiday Memories and Nightmares ❯ Memories of HIM ( Prologue )

A/N: Another teaser!! This is a fic that Jennifer and I did together. I think it was okay, but I'm afraid of people might try to report it so I have to remove a lot of the stuff I had in it. This is STILL a VERY dark fic! There will be nice things such as love, romance, and YAOI period, but lots will also be things some people won't like. The entire story is written, just not on computer. I have to edit it and type it out so you'll be waitin' for the rest. The next chapter is all that is typed out.

Now I know this fic kinda like Dhely's 'Voices from the Past', but believe me when I say I started this before I even got the Internet last year. I just never got past the Prologue and part of chapter one until I realized that YAOI existed to give my story body and used it. I even used the RW names when I usually don't now.

Disclaimer: Don't own Ronin Warriors!! Only own evil people and extras.

Warnings: YAOI/Shounen Ai, Dark themes(naturally), GRAPHIC SCENES!!, NCS, NCS with a child, lots of other bad things. ToumaxSeiji fic with LOTS of Seiji torture. (What else is new?) I've warned you plenty of times, if you keep reading and flame I will NOT go easy on you!! Constructional criticism accepted.

Holiday Memories and Nightmares

By Kathrine and Jennifer

Prologue - Memories of HIM

The darkness claimed him as he stood in the room. He couldn't escape the black void that had overtaken him. Something was pulling at his memory, trying to get him to remember what he had suppressed. The blonde didn't want to remember, but something about the darkness had called for it. The room was pitch black, save the sliver of light that broke through the covered window. He sat curled up in a ball as he tried to hide his fear from whatever could be out there in the nothingness.

He had always hated the cellar. It was an old food storage room that was just off the basement underneath his family's dojo. It was so cold and dark that it seemed a meat locker couldn't compare. The boy merely curled up in his blanket and fought the memories. He hadn't been to the cellar in a long time and wished the memories hidden in the place would remain hidden. But he knew that new memories would be created that night because HE was there.

HE came every year for the winter holidays and seemed to be well known to his father. They had gone to college together after all and he had seemed nice enough when they first met. He had always been unnerved by the way HE looked at him, but just told himself he looked at everyone like that, save his father or any other member of his family. That had to be it, nothing else. But then after three days he was sent to the cellar for bad behavior. He'd broken one of the traditional trays they used during holiday ceremonies. He hadn't meant to do it, he's slipped on his sister's toy in the kitchen and, being only five, couldn't keep his balance.

He pleaded his innocence, but his pleas only made Grandfather angrier. " Take responsibility for your own actions," he said in an irritated tone.

HE had been on his side, saying the boy was too young. His mother agreed wholeheartedly. " He is just a child," she protested. " And you know how sick he can get. What if he gets sick while he's down there? It's too cold."

" No," his father countered. " You two are just too soft on the children. He needs to be taught a lesson." HE gave in too easily, but his reasons would be known soon enough.

For he came to the boy in the dark of the night unlocking the door from the outside. " You can't be in here," the little boy had told him. " I have to be by myself."

" I know you're afraid, aren't you?" HE'd shut the door behind locking it; for once the door was lock on one side it couldn't be opened by the other.

" Yes I'm scared," the boy answered truthfully. " I don't like the dark."

" I will just stay with you tonight then," HE replied sweetly. " It will be our secret, okay?"

" K," the boy smiled. He liked the thought of not being alone in the dark. He sat next to him and the boy could feel the black eyes staring at him intensely.

" You shouldn't have to be down here alone," HE said as HE pulled the blonde closer to him. " I don't want you to be afraid."

" Thank you," the boy praised. " You're really nice."

" I'm glad you think that way," HE sighed. " I was beginning to think you didn't like me."

" You just look scary," the child explained. " Your eyes are a little scary."

" Well I don't want you to think I'm scary," HE began to stroke the blonde's silky hair with his large hand. This caused the locks over the boy's right eye to play with his nose and he sneezed. " Bless you," HE laughed. Something about the laugh made the boy shiver.

" Are you cold?" HE asked.

" No Mr. Williams," the boy shook his head. " Well maybe a little."

" We can't have that," HE stated as he began to rub his hands up and down the boy's arms soothingly. " And call me Jack." The boy got a strange feeling from HIS touch, but he tried to relax. He didn't want to send him away and be left alone again, not in the darkness.

" K… Jack," he nodded. Then he felt one of the hands slide down his arm onto his thigh and then between his legs.

" That's my boy," HE whispered as he rubbed the boy's inner thigh.

" What…?" the boy started to speak about the strange fondling.

" Ssh," HE whispered into the boy's ear. " It's okay, don't fight it." The boy didn't like the touching as he felt the hand slip past his pants waistband. His eyes widened as the hand touched him in his most private of places. He let out a small gasp as it began to pet him.

" But…" he whispered. " This is bad."

" Is it?" HE asked. " Then you must be just as bad as your Dad and Grandfather say. For you pushed me to this."

" I didn't do anything," he protested.

" Yes you did," HE countered. " You made me feel this way and pushed me to do this to you. You wanted it, asked for it."

" No," the boy cried as he was forced onto his back. He knew no one would hear him. The cellar walls were so thick no one upstairs would hear anything.

" Yes," HE hissed as he began to removed the boy's clothing and then his own pants. " You were a bad boy today. In more ways than one."

" Stay away," the child was so confused. He didn't know what was going on at all. No one had ever touched him there or had done this to him. He didn't like this feeling and wanted it to stop. He put out his hand as it shook terribly.

" Afraid of your punishment?" HE smiled just as he grabbed him by his arms. " You shouldn't have been a bad boy."

" I'm sorry," he apologized. " I won't be a bad boy. I'll be good."

" Too late," HE grinned as he took in a breath of the child's scent. " Your Grandfather said that I should turn you into a good boy." Then he began to kiss him on his arm, moving up to his neck and then his mouth.

The boy tried to move away, but strong hands held him in place. His grandfather couldn't have said for this to happen to him…could he? His grandfather wouldn't have condoned this…would he? That's when HE turned him onto his stomach. The boy felt something hard and stiff rub against his rear and didn't like it. " I'll be good," he promised as a tear fell down his cheek.

" No you won't," HE sneered. " You are a bad boy pretending to be an angel. Everyone knows you're a bad boy. They don't want a bad boy." That's when he used one of his large hands and held the boy's arms tight over his head.

" I pro-" the boys screamed out in pain as he felt the stiff object from before enter him. It hurt so much and he couldn't move. Tears fell from his eyes and HE began to thrust into him, hard and fast without stopping. The pain was too much, the boy continued to cry and cry until his throat hurt but still HE didn't stop. He still didn't understand what was happening. All he knew was that he was being hurt and his grandfather had wanted it done. He had been a bad boy and was being punished.

That's when he felt a strange gooey liquid being released inside of him as HE collapsed on top of him. He could still feel the pain, the object inside of him. All the boy could do was try to keep from suffocating until HE got up. It felt like forever and when he did move the object left him as well. He almost sighed as the thing left him but the pain was still there. He felt the dripping of something inside of him onto the floor as he curled up.

" I'm sorry," he cried in a hoarse voice as the tears came again. " I won't be bad anymore. I'll be a good boy. I'll be a good boy."

" You better be a good boy," HE whispered as he got up and searched for his pants. After HE was dressed, he laughed at the small child huddling in the corner, shivering uncontrollably. He picked up the items of clothing left on the floor and threw them at him. " Better get dressed," he grinned. " Wouldn't want you to get a cold. That would mean you were a bad boy."

The boy's lavender blue eyes widened in fear as he quickly tried to put his clothes on. " I'll be good," he sniffled trying to not choke on his tears. After he had his shirt on correctly he slowly lifted his gaze to HIS.

" That's a good boy," he nodded before unlocking the door. " You just better stay keep your act together." He left locking the door and returned quietly upstairs into the house for the night.

The little boy just curled up in the corner of the cold cellar. He rocked himself back and forth repeating to himself, " I'll be a good boy. I'll be a good boy."

HE'd come the next morning as well, with the boy's breakfast. Promising not to leave 'until it was completely gone'. Afterward he used the sink in the basement to clean up everything, including the boy. When his grandfather let him out that afternoon the boy said nothing about the previous night's events. He never talked about his 'punishments' after they occurred.

That had been eight years earlier, and for eight years every winter vacation was with HIM. His parents didn't understand why he acted out so much during that time of year, but things always seemed to happen that he was blamed for. Neither of his sister's could have possibly committed such acts. Only a bad little boy could do these things. Grandfather believed it was just his rebellion peeking during this time of year. He knew how to deal with rebellion.

The blonde sat in the corner of the darkness and tried not to cry. He had learned not to cry while it happened for it only made HIM more violent. One time he had returned from the cellar with a broken arm. Grandfather insisted he was just trying to get attention. Every time HE would defend him, but would creep down the stairs and into the cellar every night and clean it up before the boy was released or when he left. Still the boy said nothing to his parents, more now out of shame at what a bad boy that he had been.

He heard the steps outside of the door and the clicking of the locks and was reduced to the trembling five year-old of the first night. He continued to repeat in a whisper, " I'll be a good boy. I'll be a good boy" as HE walked in and locked the door behind him.

" I see you're still a bad boy," HE frowned. " You must like your punishment."

" No!" he shook his head. " I'm sorry. I'll try harder to be good!"

" For such a bad boy you're lucky," HE replied. " I will be away for a while longer than usual."

" I'll still be good," he promised. The man began to undress and laughed.

" You better," he commanded. " Who knows when I'll be back?" Then he proceeded to undress the boy who tried to pull away. The man smacked him across the face. " Remember what happened last time you tried not take your punishment?" he hissed. The boy nodded and gave in, putting on the emotionless mask that he had perfected over the years.

" That's a good boy," HE smiled as he forced the boy onto his stomach. " Don't worry Seiji, after tonight you'll never be a bad boy again."

A/N: Got your interest? Just review and maybe I'll post and type it faster. I'm finished with RTP so I'm trying to see what I should start on next. I would really like it if you guys check out the bio page and actually told me which one you wanted next, but since ya haven't I'll just keep putting out these till I get a good vote.