Yuichirō bawled for his Mama as Yoriichi caught her, and placed her, unconscious, on the chair in the room. He sat down next to Yuichirō, cuddling the crying nine-year-old.
"Yuichirō, please don't cry. Your Mama needs you to stay calm for her, we all need to, I know it's really hard. But your little brother is going through a lot, and if we break down, it's going to make it even worse for him. Settle down, and I'll tell you what most likely happened to Muichirō."
Yuichirō sniffled and dried his tears.
"Okay. I want to know."
Yoriichi took a deep breath. "Did your elementary school health teacher ever mention how we have certain areas on our bodies that are covered by swimsuits?"
Yuichirō nodded. "Teacher said no one is supposed to touch or see those parts, except parents or a doctor. Why? What does that have to do with anything?"
Yoriichi sighed. This was going to be very hard. He pulled his nephew in closer.
"There are some very evil people in this world, Yuichirō. They seek to exploit others for their own gain. See, the parts of your body that are covered, are only meant to be seen by those you love or trust. Not even everyone in that circle, actually. The number is very limited. When that safety is broken...well..." he struggled.
How was he going to explain such a delicate topic to such a young child?
"Men and women are made like a puzzle. They fit together ideally because that's how we are designed. However, this intercourse is a very intimate act. One that requires mutual trust and love. When done the right way, this act brings pleasure to both parties, and creates an intimate bond between them. They are sharing a piece of each other's soul with one another."
Yoriichi paused, just to see if his nephew was confused. Yuichirō nudged him.
"Continue."
"However, when this act is not done mutually, and is exerted by force on an unwilling subject...that is rape. People like that take something very precious from someone in order to show dominance over them."
Yuichirō's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't say he understood every word, but one thing was clear to him.
He now understood why Muichirō had cried that day during service. It had been going on for that long.
"It's even worse when it happens to a child. Children are not ready to experience such an intimate act, both physically, mentally, and emotionally..."
Yuichirō shivered. To think Muichirō was going through something this scary night after night, and never told anyone!
"Why didn't he tell, Uncle?!" He cried. "Why couldn't he just tell us what was going on?"
"Would you, Yuichirō? Most people never speak up because they're ashamed, or scared of how others would react. They think it's their fault."
"But it's not! It's not Muichirō's fault!"
"Of course it isn't."
"But...does he know that?"
"I don't know, Yuichirō. I don't know."
Silence hung in the room.
"Uncle...what about the work? What did he mean by that?"
Yoriichi winced. He'd hoped Yuichirō had forgotten about that, but turns out, an explanation was unavoidable. He decided to keep it short.
"The two men who abducted Muichirō are going to force him to work...it varies. They could have him doing manual labor, or sometimes...most often...what I just told you about. It's a business for these men."
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The monster under my bed
FanfictionEvery young child has a monster living in their closet or under their bed at some point. But they all grow out of it at some point. Muichirō is known to have a hyperactive imagination. So when he thinks there's a monster under his bed that also live...
