Secret (shinsoukoku)

Chapter 9

Trigger warning: rape (in case anyone is uncomfortable reading this chapter, there's a quick summary of it at the end of this. All the other chapters will not include rape again. And even if it does appear, then it will not be graphic, just a mention)
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The weretiger was sitting on the couch, using the blanket that was previously used by the mafia executive. He was awkwardly staring at the ground, not knowing what to say. Akutagawa didn't know what to say either.

However, it was Jinko who first finally broke the silence.

„...Thank you for letting me stay." He says and looks up at the diablo. Akutagawa doesn't answer. He leans on the table and stares at the weretiger.

„So, you're actually pregnant? As if, with a baby? A real, living child?" The diablo asks, still not fully believeing his partner. Jinko nods.

„How?" Akutagawa asks and that's when Jinko's face gets a bit emotionless. He looks down at the ground again and holds the blanket tighter. Akutagawa quickly texts Chuuya-san. His theory was right, even though it was a hell of a long shot.

„...Can you sit next to me? I really need someone right now" The weretiger's voice breaks and Akutagawa sees tears collect in his eyes. The diablo hesitantly goes over to the couch and sits next to his partner.

The weretiger stares at him again.

„Well, so this is my story"

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(flashback)

A young Atsushi was running around with the other kids. He didn't know it yet, but this was his last year where he'd be able to have a normal human interaction. Nothing could've prepared him for what would've come next.

The young weretiger was playing hide-and-seek when he heard one of the orphanage directors call him. He came to them with a smile. He knew they didn't like him much, so maybe if he'd be nice to them, they'd finally start to like him.

One of the nuns grabbed his hand. A bit tight but Atsushi didn't complain... How naive he was.

He followed the nun to a weird room, one where he'd never been before. He looked at the nun with confusion in his eyes but the woman didn't stare back. Instead, she pushed him into the dark room and before Atsushi could realise what was happeing, he heard the doors close.

He was all alone.

Or was he?

„Miss? Miss!" He started yelling but as he knocked on the door, no answer came. The young kid started crying.

„Please let me out! I'm sorry for whatever I've done, but please let me out!" He started bawling and banging at the door, but his little fists barely made any sound. That's when he realised the doors were made of stone. As were all the other walls.

There were no windows, no food, no nothing. After a few minutes he gave up on trying to call for help. Maybe there was another way out?

He went to the other side of the room and started touching the walls to find another entrance or exit. And after a while, he found one. It were metal, rusty crates. He started pulling at them, but again, nothing would move.

The young Atsushi felt hopeless.

And that's when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He quickly turned around. He didn't know if he was scared or relieved.

Because of the dark, he wasn't sure who this person was. He only knew it was a man becaus ethe size of his hand. None of the nuns had big hands like that. He would know, he often got slapped. Unfortunately, most of the time he didn't even know why.