Rebellion

Sadist

"Go in my room." Naoki looked her sister in the same shaded green eyes as him.

Only hers were filled with fear and tears, she seemed completely broken. 

"N-Naoki..." She barely whispered out.

"Please, let me protect you." He tried to assure her.

Her eyes widened. So many flashbacks. This stopped for some time, but she remembered when she was young. This always happened. He'd tell her to go to his room and lock the door. She felt like she was reliving it again as he gently pulled her inside, locking the door shut. Sometimes it worked... Sometimes... It turned out for the worse. She heard the same voice, chills going down her spine.

"Where's Ayase?" Her father was heard in the other room, his voice not furious, but rather amused.

Ayase gulped and went in the corner in the room, her soft footsteps being even softer this time. Just to be away from the noise, as far as possible, as safe as possible.

"She's in her room probably." Naoki answered nonchalantly, going to the other direction.

There was a moment of silence and Naoki's loud steps were heard. But she heard his voice, suddenly cold. His mood changed so drastically that it scared her.

"Don't lie, Naoki. I was there. She wasn't there. Where did you hide her?" Hiroji's voice made Ayase cry a bit, he was terrifying.

"I really don't know father. Maybe she's in the bathroom, did you check there?" Naoki continued cooly, after all, he did learn how to lie from the best liar in the planet.

"You're a liar. Just like that lousy bastard Tsukamoto." He growled at his name.

He even somewhat bared the boy, he couldn't find much wrong with him. But now that he found that out... He hated being lied to, although lying to other people was fine to him. He knew he was a hypocrite, but the old man did not care in the slightest.

"Tsukamoto just listened to an order I gave him." Naoki defended the boy, not wanting him to get any type of punishments.

"And what order did you give him, Naoki?" He asked his son, turning around and walking in the other direction. 

"Just to try and help out other peop-" He was cut off by a loud bang at the door and a very very very loud yell.

"To protect that fucking bitch, that's what order you gave!" Hiroji gave another pound at the door, knowing full well she was in there.

Naoki remembered his childhood again. He felt horrible guilt. He always wondered what happened to Ayase when he wasn't around, that was part of the reason why he never did get his own apartment. Ayase couldn't look out for herself, and ever since Satoko left the house he's been feeling even more paranoid. Who could even protect her now? There was no Satoko or him, how will she live? That man could kill her off if he wished so and he could cover it up just as easily. This whole family made him uneasy. He hated it. He hated his eyes. His eyes just proved what he was. He was just Setsuko family scum. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Father, stop it!" He went to his father, going out of his momentary trance.

He was scared. What if this happened to his sister when he was away? Should he even go on missions? Should he pretend to be sick just to look out for her?

"The doors are locked Naoki! I know who's hiding in that fucking room! Get the keys and open the door! Now!" His father yelled, making Naoki visibly shaken.

He never was scared of anything. The dark, death, needles, anything children or even adults were scared of. Even failing and losing wasn't a problem with him... But he did have one fear. One weakness. It was their father. 

"What are you standing there for? You'll just make her punishment worse. You're a horrible brother. If you're such a bad brother, how can you even be a gang leader? It's your fault your sister is this useless, if only you tried to train her..." It was just an outburst of awful words. 

His voice went from teasing to cold in just one sentence. Naoki stared at him, remembering all the shit he ever said to him. Everything, from him being an incapable brother, to him being a horrible son, to him being a failure... Too much to even name, he couldn't even react. This hadn't happened in a while...

Why did Satoko have to leave?

"Then I need to break the door down!" Hiroji laughed at his son's reaction and continued to kick, hearing a scream in the room.

He laughed even more. He adored her screams. It reminded him of their mother. How delightfully did she scream...

"Father, please, there's no need..." Naoki was kicked in the face. 

Their father was now angry. Just one wrong word could set him off. 

"Do I need to kick you like I did your mother? Do I?" Hiroji asked as he pulled his son close.

His manly son was now looking like a little kid, shaking at the sight of his father. He knew he was his only weakness, and he enjoyed manipulating it to death. 

"Tell me, what did I do to your mother?" Hiroji whispered in his ear.

"... I don't want to..." Naoki yelped, but he got punched this time, his eyes getting teary.

"What did I do to your mother?" He repeated, this time losing all coldness, getting his enjoyment back.

Naoki was quiet again, letting out a tear. His father punched him again, getting angry at his tears.

"You're supposed to be a man!" He punched again, his son trying to resist not to cry.

His son staid the same since he was a little boy, crying at the slightest of pain. He's just like their mother, a weak little shit. 

"Tell me what I did to your mother.... Maybe I'll even spare Ayase." He grinned down at the man, even though he looked at him like a little boy.

Naoki gulped, looking at the floor with wide eyes. Hiroji seemed annoyed at his silence and made a fist, which made Naoki react very quickly.

"... You... You kicked her in the stomach... When you caught her cheating on you... You didn't stop... She started bleeding from the mouth and you... and you..." Naoki's voice broke, reliving the moment again.

He hated remembering that. He hated it so much.

"What did I do?" Hiroji asked, just like every time this conversation happened.

"You grabbed her neck... And choked her to death..." Naoki whispered the last part.

But it wasn't over.

"And whose name did she call the entire time to help her?" Hiroji asked his son, pulling him into a tight hug.

He couldn't even react at the sudden thing. The hug wasn't comfortable, just very tight and he could barely breathe. He felt like the same kid he did a couple of years ago. Like he didn't even grow up.

"... Mine..." He said and broke down sobbing.

"Well, if you hadn't made a scene when you caught them, I wouldn't have even noticed. Oh, well." He sighed to himself and patted his son on the back.

He pulled away from him as he fell on the floor, sobbing in a very broken way.

"Ah, I don't feel like even touching that skinny whore anymore. Be grateful." He pushed his son out of the way very harshly as he went up the stairs.

Naoki hated himself so much. How could he let this happen to their mother? His sister? If she was here it would be better. He missed her. Everything would be better. Everything.

Why didn't Hiroji kill him instead?