Untold Secrets [SakuAtsu]

Possible Reconciliation

"There is no time for breaks, Daiki. Stand up!" The man shouted as he kicks his son all over his body for taking a minute of rest.

"If you want to be the strongest then work hard for it!" The man again strike his knee on to Daiki's face causing both his nose and mouth to bleed.

He collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily and coughing out of blood due to his father's beating.

No.

It was due to his father's way of disciplining him, is what his father always says.

"I won't pass down the clan in your care if you're too weak and frail. Now stand up and go back to training!" The man pulled Daiki's arm and forced him to stand up but he was too tired to the point that his legs couldn't carry his own weight.

"You won't stand up?" The man asked. Daiki was silent and couldn't answer. He was afraid, fearful that a quake in his voice would expose his trepidation.

"I'm asking you, Daiki. Won't you stand up and continue the training?" The man asked once again as he pulled his gun from his coat that made Daiki flinched in terror.

"I-I will! I-I'm sorry!" Daiki shouted as he look up to his father. He hurriedly put his one knee up and the other on the ground. He shifted his weight to his one knee and tried to stand up but his body kept on collapsing on the floor. His body was so stiff from his father's blows. His blood started racing and his heart started pounding because he knows what his father will do next if he doesn't stand up right away.

"You're useless." His father dryly insulted and pointed his gun on to his son's leg.

"W-Wait! P-please stop!!!"

A sudden gun fire was heard after.

Daiki lay writhing on the ground screaming in agony from the intolerable pain on his leg. Blood spurted out his wound that stained his white training pants.

"Get him outta here." The man walked away as his men gave Daiki a first aid medication before carrying him to the hospital.

"We will take you to the hospital as soon as possible, Sakusa." The man on his 20s said, a junior guard of the clan who was assigned to take care of the next heir. With his family being the protector of the Sakusa clan, generation after generation, it was a curse for him to be with them.

He was unhappy with where he was, unhappy with what he is doing. He always felt that it was a waste of time, doing something he didn't asked for at least.

A path that was paved by your own family that can't be changed and a path where your opinions doesn't matter.

"Let's meet at the usual place." A woman chuckled softly while talking to someone on the phone.

When the family's guards passed by her, she immediately hang up the phone and noticed that there's blood stains on their clothes.

"M-mom..." Daiki called out as he saw his mother. "P-please... help me." He trembled as he felt the pain hit him again as he tries to face his mother.

His mom had this wry smile painted on her face that sent chills through his spine. "So?"

She walked close to her son and stared at his wound on his leg that was shot by his husband. "Just on your limb? Good for you. Your father still cares for you by making sure the shot is not close to your torso."

"M-mom, please... don't be... like that." Daiki breathed as he reach out for his mother's hand but she slapped his hand away from her.

"Don't touch me. You're disgusting!" She then walked passed by them and went back inside the mansion, leaving his son suffering from the pain that his own father caused.