Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Holiday Memories and Nightmares ❯ Repeated Cycle ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Hey yall! I finally got the next chapter of our story out. Now, JC refused to edit this chapter because of the graphic rape scene in here. Jennifer though, did do it and now we have our next chapter of this story. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Troopers or Speed Racer. (You'll see)

Warning: MAJOR RAPE SCENE!!!! EXTREMELY GRAPHIC!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!! NOT FOR WEAK OF STOMACH!! I WAS IN A BAD MOOD!!! All other usual warnings apply.

Holiday Memories and Nightmares

BY Kathrine and Jennifer

Chapter 4 - Repeated Cycle

The silence was near maddening for the nerve-racked blonde. He couldn't help but feel he was being watched. To take his mind off of his worries, Seiji had cooked up a late vegetarian lunch and then sat down in front of the television. He knew that some stations would have Christmas specials, but he didn't care about those. Christmas was the one season that he hated, mainly due to the memories that surfaced during said time of year.

He found himself watching reruns of old Anime shows, not truly caring about what was going on. It was merely a very desperate attempt for a distraction that, unfortunately, didn't seem to be doing its job too thoroughly. His mind would continue to wander from whatever show he was watching at the time and think of the predicament he'd put himself in.

If I tell Touma how I feel, I'll have to tell him the truth about Jack and I, he thought with a tinge of fear. But if I don't tell him, I may never get the chance to. He hadn't forgotten Jack's wretched promise from the day before and knew he would in deed go ahead with his threat if he had the opportunity. That's why he'd taken the liberty of spending two hours making sure that every door, window, any type of entrance to the house, was locked. He'd also checked every shadowed hall, every nook and cranny, anywhere a large person could hide just to assure himself that his long time stalker wasn't in the house already.

I know I'm acting paranoid, but I can't help thinking that he's coming to get me. I keep feeling like he's around here somewhere, waiting just so that he can punish me. It took quite a bit of his mental strength to force back his wariness and attempt to concentrate on the redone 1950s Anime that was on at the moment.

It was about six o'clock when he'd realized that he'd dozed off, 'Speed Racer' unable to hold his attention for any more than twenty minutes. But the reason he'd awaken was due to the strange chilling sensation that was creeping up and down his spine. He eyes flashed around for a moment, but he couldn't see or hear anything that would constitute the warnings he was feeling.

That's when he realized his skin was covered in goose bumps and a faint draft was going though the house. " What the-" he stood up and walked out around the table towards the front hall. He was about to walk into the cold corridor when the telephone on the other side of the living room rang. Sighing out loud, he turned around and headed back towards the ringing phone.

He picked up the phone, wondering if Shin or Shu had decided to check in and called into it, " Moshi, Yagyu residence."

{ " Hey Seiji." } It was Ryo.

" I thought I was suppose to call you in the morning," the blonde reminded him. " What's going on?"

Ryo voice came back sounding rather confused and sheepish, { " Well, we got to my grandfather's by four, but Byakuen keeps acting really weird. He seems worried about something so I decided to call to make sure everything was all right." }

" Nothing's wrong," he assured him. If you don't count that I am paranoid out of my mind. He could still feel the coldness that was blanketing the room and was yet to have a chance to find out where it was coming from.

{ " You sure?" } Ryo asked, still not completely satisfied. { " Byakuen's usually right when he's worried and I don't want something to happen." }

" Well, everything is-" he didn't get to finish his sentence. A shadow descended over him and pain laced through his head as if he'd been struck by a metal block, causing him to gasp in pain and confusion. The phone fell from his hand and clattered to the floor, though not before he'd fallen with it. He tried to figure out what was going on, tried to see clearly, but everything in his vision was black and soon his mind followed along with it.

HE smirked down at the limp figure at his feet. HE could still hear yelling coming from the phone and shook his head. HE didn't care if someone came now. By the time they got there it would be too late…HE was going to have his angel no matter what. With a smug look of victory on his lips, HE knelt down and picked up the phone.

{ "Seiji! Seiji are you all right?!!" } the voice sounded scared and desperate. { "Please answer me! Seiji, this isn't funny!" } Ignoring the weak, pitiful please of his angel's friend, he hung up the phone.

" Seiji can't come to the phone right now," HE spoke after he'd heard the click. " He'll be busy for quite a while." Letting out a sinister chuckle, HE turned his attention back to his 'sleeping' angel. Oh before it had been delicious to watch him sleeping when he looked peaceful and still seemed innocent, but now he wanted him awake. Although, HE still had 'preparations' to complete so he could me ready for his awakened his angel.

*****

" …this isn't funny!" Ryo yelled into the phone. He waited another moment and called into the receiver again. Still no answer. It was then that he heard the click of the other line hanging up and the call went dead.

" What happened?" Nasuti asked, a look of fear and dread on her face.

" Something or someone cut him off," Ryo's voice was a little shaky. " He was talking and then I heard something. Someone just hung up the phone after that."

An old man stood behind Nasuti, a look of question and worry evident. " You should return home Ryo," the gray-haired man told him. " Your friend is in definite need of help."

The ebony-haired boy nodded before quickly putting on his shoes and coat. He heard a familiar growl once again and turned to Byakuen. The tiger had been alternating between pacing, growling, and scratching at the front door for the past half an hour. Ryo had known it wasn't because he needed to 'take care of business' and yet had decided to call Seiji in an attempt to calm his companion's uneasiness. What he'd gotten certainly hadn't been what he was expecting.

" Come on boy," he opened the door and a white blur was all he could see flashing past him. After Byakuen had left he could see no trance of him, the storm crashing upon them with massive force.

" Ryo, please be careful, it's going to be dangerous out there," Nasuti warned him, knowing she was to stay behind with Grandfather Sanada.

" I'm more worried about Seiji right now," he replied as he walked out the door, shutting it tightly behind him. The wind picked up briefly, ruffling his hair with its sea of white powdered ice. He trudged through it quickly and reached the SUV, brushing off the mounds of snow that had piled onto its windshield ands driver's side. He had to hurry.

The mansion was four hours away, plenty of time for something drastically horrible to happen before he could prevent it. He also knew that the storm would hinder his driving even more. He opened the car door and climbed in, not even caring if the seat got wet. He turned it on and was thankful for Nasuti's driving lessons, and hoped that he wouldn't get stopped by any traffic officers. He would have had his girlfriend drive, but knew that it could be too dangerous for her to come with him.

Hold on Seiji, he thought, praying that the other swordsman would somehow hear him. Then he began praying that Byakuen got there in time to prevent too much damage from occurring, for he knew that something was in deed going to happen no matter how much he wanted otherwise.

*****

He fought to regain consciousness, but his mind refused to cooperate. It didn't want to wake up, didn't want to face what was undoubtedly waiting for them. He knew that someone had hit him and he had a pretty good idea who said person was, making his weak desire to awaken lose its ground even more. He was so close to just giving up and returning to his black void.

But then he felt and heard the slap that streaked burning pain across his cheek. His eyes flashed open out of shock and then took a few seconds to focus. He was aware of the fact that he was cold and couldn't feel the protective friction of clothing against his pale skin. Then his eyes finally turned to set themselves on the figure that stood over him, a familiar smirk gracing its lips. If you could use such a pretty word to describe the evil creature he knew said figure to be anyway.

" I was afraid you wouldn't get up," HE seemed quite pleased. Seiji tried to gather in his surroundings, to figure out how he could save himself. What he found was what he had already known. He was naked, hands cuffed to the head post of the bed and legs tied separately, a rope held in each of HIS hands. He knew he was in trouble.

Oh Gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, his brain wouldn't work anymore. He was trapped at the mercy of his childhood tormentor and could do nothing about it. Had he been so paranoid that he hadn't realized he was so close? But he was sure he'd locked all of the doors. How had he gotten in?

" What's wrong Seiji?" he purred as he tugged on the one rope connected to the blonde's right leg. There was a sting of discomfort at his body being stretched like that, but he knew it would only get worse…far worse.

" H-h-how…?" he tried to asked.

" Do you know how stereotypical it is to have an extra key above the front door?" HE laughed, a harsh laugh that burned the blonde's ears. " You should have been more careful, such a bad boy." HE took one of the ropes and tied it around one of the posts of the foot of the bed. " You knew that I would punish you for trying to disobey me. You should have just come to visit."

" I was coming tomorrow," the blonde told him, trying to do anything to keep him from hurting him like he knew he wanted to.

" Really?" HE looked surprised before smirking again. " It's kind of late for that information though, isn't it?" HE walked around the bed so that he was standing next to it, one of the ropes still in his hand. Seiji was forced to bend his leg and set his foot on the bed to prevent it from hurting. He pulled at his restraints, hoping he could free himself but it was to no avail. He was trapped.

" Oh, trying to fight me?" he asked. Too quick for Seiji to stop with his head still throbbing from being hit earlier, he was smacked across the face hard and with great force. He could feel the blood in his mouth and couldn't even spit it up, having to swallow it and choke slightly. Immediately, he turned his head away from HIM and continued to pray to himself that it was some sort of horrible nightmare that he would wake up from. He wanted to be back on the couch watching Anime reruns, nothing even remotely close to this happening.

" Are you going to cry Seiji?" a rough hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look into dark eyes.

" N-no," the blonde replied.

" Why not? Your tears are so pretty," HE ran his thumb over the blonde's split bottom lip. Blood ended up on his finger and he licked it off as if it was a delicate lollipop. Just the sigh made the blonde visibly cringe, shrinking back into the mattress on the bed. He didn't even want to look at the man, let alone be so close to him.

It came to him then that it was his own bed he was strapped to. How had he known which room was his? How had he known which bed in the room was his? Had he been in the house before, watching him in his room? Oh Gods! He had been in their house! It sickened him even more to know this, to know that he'd had chances to hurt him before and to hurt his friends as well.

What does Ryo think? I never got to finish talking to him. He knew that his 'leader' was probably on his way, but it provided no comfort when he was four hours away. I'm trapped here…alone… with HIM. His heart was beating near at least 80 miles per hour and his breathing continued to come out in raspy breaths.

" Are you scared Seiji?" HE asked. " I never wanted you to be afraid of me. I just wanted you to know that you would be punish. But you were such a bad boy while I was away and after I came back. Bad boys like you deserve 'special' punishments." He climbed onto the bed, pulling Seiji's leg so that the blonde wouldn't be able to kick him.

The blonde tried to shrink away from to HIM, to not have to be so close, but it was no use. " Please Jack," he pleaded in a small voice. " Just let me go, please just leave me alone."

" No, my little demon," HE shook his head. " For isn't that all you are? A demon trying to disguise himself as an angel? But you're such a good actor, aren't you? You have everyone fooled, except me. I can see what a demon you really are and only I can tame the evil within you."

The blonde could feel the tears coming to his eyes, the words he'd heard repeating to him since young childhood having struck a painful cord. He didn't want to cry, didn't want to please HIM with his tears. And yet, he was unable to stop them from falling slowly down his cheeks, burning bruised skin and shaming him even further. He wanted to hide them, wanted to act like they weren't there, only HE had seen them and his smirk had already grown deeper into his wretched features.

" Such beautiful tears, my little demon," he purred again as he wiped the tears from his angel's face and licked them from his fingers. They were the most delicious liquid he'd ever tasted from this boy besides his blood and he wanted more, oh so much more.

HE slowly began to undress himself, removing his clothes and setting them neatly on the floor besides the bed. He had to remember where they were for later. After he'd divested himself of clothing, HE slid himself between long, muscular pale legs, one remaining tied while the other was somewhat pliant from the rope in his had.

Seiji's breath halted at the position HE had taken between his legs. He didn't want this, not again. The blonde wouldn't become the victim again, if he could stop it. But the longer he lay there, trapped and vulnerable, the more of himself he seemed to lose in the old memories. Memories of the hands touching him now, touching him in ways he'd rather not even knew existed. Memories of his tears and pleas for help that were never answered and of questions he'd asked before but now with new reasons.

Gods, why won't anyone help me? he sobbed silently to himself. Touma, oh gods I should have gone with you, should have told you how I felt. I'm not good enough for you now, I never was good enough. I'm too dirty, filthy, broken, evil. You deserve someone who can love you and won't soil your innocence like I will.

HE watched as hiccuping sobs racked the lithe, well-muscled boy he was leaning over. His angel had turned his head against the pillows in an attempt to quiet himself. It wasn't working and he was quite happy with that. He loved to see his angel cry. But right now it wasn't enough. No, no, no. Right now he wanted to hear him scream.

He tightened his hand in the rope, twisting it around his hand until he reached the blonde's bound ankle. He then lifted the leg over his shoulder, licking it from the ankle to the knee. This seemed to cause the blonde to fight back, even if he was too hindered by his sobs to stop anything. HE merely dug his nails into the blonde's thigh and smacked him once again across the face. Oh, that lovely face did bruise so beautifully.

Seiji twisted and turned as much as he could with his wrists and one leg tied down and his body caught in a hiccuping fit. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be hurt this way anymore. He didn't want to believe any of it at all was real. His face was throbbing and burning from the strikes and tears, his lip starting to bleed even more. It was too late, he couldn't escape his 'punishment.'

HE ran harsh, callused fingers down a silky thigh and smirked once again. His angel had grown into such a beautiful creature. That's when he bit down on the sensitive area of the pale thigh and the blonde screamed. It was then that he entered the tight body with one quick thrust.

GODS! His angel was still so tight, like he had never been touched before in his life. Oh, but he knew this tightness, knew that no one else could ever possess the young boy like he had and never would. His angel was HIS and he would do anything to keep him. " Mine, little demon, all mine," he growled as he began quick harsh thrusts into the smaller body below him.

Seiji screamed and HE didn't try to stop him. The pain was unbearable! He'd been thrown off by the harsh clenching of teeth into one of his most sensitive areas and then the familiar searing pain had taken him to the edge of tolerance. He forced his eyes shut as the tears fell and his voice dissolved into the screams he'd released. HE released the tearing force on his skin and thrusted into him, tearing old wounds that had healed and causing new ones to rip open.

He felt a disgusting tongue lick his cheeks to gather the tears he'd lost and forced the bile back down his throat. The thrusts were hard, fierce, and painful, causing him to scream until his throat bled from it. It had never hurt this much before, not even the first time and Seiji knew that HE was hurting him more on purpose. He wanted him to feel his own insides tearing and bleeding until he could no longer remain awake and passed out, possibly died from it.

" S-st-stop, p-please," he rasped, tasting the blood in the back of his throat.

" B-begging won't d-do any good, my l-little demon," HIS words were slurred as well, but from the pleasure he was giving himself instead of the pain he was causing his angel. " G-gods, I've missed this!" HE thrust again, forcing the blonde's one leg against his chest and the other to be pulled painfully in its restraints. He watched his angel grit his teeth at the flash of terrible agony and more tears fell.

Seiji couldn't take it, the pain was too much. He wanted to die, to let go and never have to feel the pain again. But I can't die, he realized. This is my fault, I did this too myself. I was a bad boy, I made him hurt me. Another thrust lifted his body from the bed and he gasped, swallowing the blood in his throat. It was then that his mouth was plundered by a familiar foul tongue.

HE smirked and gasped at the pleasure that was washing over him. His angel always pleased him when he took him with such force. HE could never get enough. He then placed a hand at the small of his back and thrust into him with enough force to pull him of the bed. The blonde gasped in shock and pain and HE took the opportunity to capture his lips in a rough kiss.

HE could taste the boy's own blood from the back of his throat and lip, filling him with an almost vampiric sensation. He bit the boy's bottom lip with his sharp front teeth, hoping to drink in more of his young angel's life essence. It was then that the burn flashed before HIS eyes and he released heavily into the boy without any further warning. HE let go of the boy's lips to let out a gasped growl as the pleasure washed over him in torrents.

Seiji felt HIM release into him and his insides burned like never before. Too many wounds and too much blood to lighten the horrid pain. He though it would never end, but all to soon he was dropped back onto the bed, gasping for breath as HE collected himself. The blonde could tell that it was a trial for his tormentor to hold himself up but he was far beyond knowing anything else. The pain flooding within him was far more than just physical.

The blonde turned his head away and cried softly into the sweat and tear-soaked pillow. He let out a raspy whimper when HE pulled out, the exiting far more painful than its opposite. He wanted so much to be able to die right then and never have to look at HIM ever again, but no one heard his prayers. A still powerful hand grabbed his chin and forced him to stare into sated eyes that were beginning to regain their leering gaze. " Oh demon, we're not done yet," HE told him in a terrifyingly assertive tone. " We have four year to catch up on."

*****

Something wasn't right. He stared at the storm around the taxi he was in and frowned. He could feel something, an aching pain in the back of his mind that only seemed to worsen as he neared his destination. What happened? he wondered, not able to deny his worry. Ryo and Nasuti should have gone to Grandfather Sanada's already. The only one at home is… His eyes widened considerably and his heart beat increased at the revelation.

Gods, Seiji is hurt! His mind cried. He knew then that he would forever be grateful to his understanding mother. It had been after only three hours of talking to her that he'd agreed to return home. She's been so angry that he hadn't admitted his feelings to Seiji and demanded he do so before something screw it up. He'd decided then to take the day drive back to the mansion instead of the trip to Italy. Oh Mom, why did you have to be so right?

It was supposed to be a surprise to the blonde for him to return home and be there to celebrate Christmas with him. Now he didn't care about anything except making sure that his secret love was all right. He closed his eyes and tried to reach Seiji's mind through the link they shared from their yorois, but it didn't work. All he could feel was pain, even though it was unbelievably weak. He must not have his yoroi with him, he thought.

" Please be all right," he prayed.

" We're here," the taxi driver told him. The blue-haired boy looked outside but there was too much snow. Even so, he could see the outlining of the large home only a few feet away from the car. Quickly, he pulled out his wallet and removed the large amount of bills that would be needed to pay for his cab ride from the restaurant he'd eaten a late lunch at on his way home. He'd always grabbed at least three taxis on his way home, each driver receiving large tips and cab fare.

" Here, take this and here's some extra, please wait here until I tell you otherwise?" Touma asked, not knowing if he might need a ride to the hospital should something truly be amiss.

The cabby looked at the large amount of money that had just been given to him. " For this much I'd wait out here until tomorrow morning," he stated turning off the car. Touma nodded at him and got out of the car, pulling his scarf closer to him around his neck in an attempt to ward off the cold. Maybe having well off parents wasn't too bad of a thing after all.

He shook the thought from his mind and concentrated on trying to feel Seiji. Pain was all the responded to his mental probing. After taking a second to collect himself, he trudged up the front steps to the small porch. He didn't bother reaching into his pocket to dig out his key and merely put his hand on the ledge above the window, searching for the extra key usually left there. It worried him that he didn't find it.

He placed a hand against the door to try to figure things out and was shocked when his weight caused the door to fall open the rest of the way. He fell to his knees from the surprise and quickly stood up. He looked around and heard no one, nothing at all. He was about to yell out the Seiji's name, but a immense amount of pain caught him off guard and he knew that it was coming from upstairs. He threw off his scarf and coat and ran up the stairs, his heart pounding with fear and anxiety. Gods Seiji, please be all right! He prayed, hoping any deity would hear his pleas.

A/N: Well? How was that? I know yall are wonderin', How did Touma get back so soon, or maybe so late? Well, it takes a day to drive to his mother's because of meals and sleeping at night. It took him a little longer to get back home because of the storm and traffic. Now I told you in the beginning about the rape scene so don't flame me! Wait! Please flame me!!