Rebellion

Hostage

Naoki sighed as he walked towards the forest. Everyone kept calling him over very unimportant things, although he didn't blame them, it just got tiring. This time his dad needed him. He couldn't wait what kind of genius plan he had now. Probably something that would just further complicate their situation with The City Fighters. 

Hiroji stood there with a bag near him. Naoki was confused. He heard muffled noises from the bag. He felt cold sweat on his back. What exactly was he doing? Was this some hostage? 

Hiroji kicked the hostage, suddenly feeling annoyed. The squeals it made sounded female. So he even went so low to kidnap girls. He sighed. He was sickened to even be connected to this person. Calling him his father was one of the most disgusting feelings he ever felt. 

"What did you need me, father?" He asked, his face not portraying any emotion. 

Hiroji's grin grew big. Naoki gulped. He had a bad feeling about this.

"Have you been hiding anything from me lately?" Hiroji asked him, stepping closer to his son.

"No, I don't lie to you." Naoki expected a hit, but Hiroji only smiled.

"Naoki, Naoki... We know that's a lie." He snapped his fingers. 

Men near Naoki grabbed him. Naoki tried fighting back, but the six of them on just one person was just plain unfair. His heart raced. He knew this would end so badly. He knew he shouldn't have let Ayase do what she pleases. 

Hiroji grabbed the bag and pulled out his hunting knife. Naoki hoped so much that Ayase wasn't in that bag. His heart raced as he saw the knife stab the bag, but only to just open it. 

And all of his unwanted wishes came true. It was indeed Ayase. She was tied up, with her mouth stuffed with something so she could make the least noise as possible. Naoki felt his head get dizzy. 

"She didn't do anything! Don't do anything to her! Please!" Naoki yelled immediately. 

Hiroji sighed, feeling bored of Naoki's voice.

"You know how this works. I punish her just to punish you. I think you got used to physical pain. We'll just try something a bit different." Hiroji stated, gripping his knife.

Naoki's eyes widened. What could he have in store now? What could he possibly do?

"So, now you're being a slut, huh?" Hiroji asked Ayase as he pulled her by her hair.

A soft cry was heard, as her face was already stained with tears. Hiroji pulled her ponytail tighter, making her make hard muffled noises. Naoki's screams for him to stop were in the background, even his apologies didn't make him move. Although, Hiroji noticed something. 

"Why did you stop straightening your hair?" He pulled her to his face. 

She could just look at him wide eyed. 

"Oh, of course." He sighed, pulling that old ragged paper out of her mouth.

"I... I like it more..." She whispered out. 

She got slapped. Hiroji looked very bored. 

"It'll be better if you're just honest. You should be honest with your father." He said very calmly. 

"... Seto-San told m-me it lo-looked nicer." She told him, trying to get away from his face, even though he just gripped her ponytail tighter. 

Naoki cursed. She shouldn't have said that. She really shouldn't have said that. 

Hiroji's face grew into a grin. He pulled her ponytail hard, making her scream and sob. He didn't mind though, he looked like he was enjoying it.

"How can you be such a fucking slut?!" Suddenly he grew angry.

"Please don't!" Naoki screamed.

But it was too late. No matter what he said, Hiroji would always do the same. Not listen at all. He was so unpredictable that he didn't know what to expect from him. He could never stop his violent outbursts. He just kicked and kicked her. 

"Did he fuck you!?" He yelled out, even more furious. 

"N-No!" She screamed, coughing up a little bit of blood.

He calmed down. He sat next to her, gently putting her head on his lap. She was quivering in pain, which he didn't mind much.

"Ayase, did I ever tell you why you were even born?" He asked her, looking at her with a serene look.

She didn't react at all. 

"We need you spotless. We need you for kids, ya know. It's just reproduction." He laughed, thinking this was funny.

"That's all you're for. Nothing more, nothing less... But not with those people." He started explaining, caressing her cheek which was bleeding anyway. 

"You're more special. You serve our house. You serve our name..." He came close to her.

"Only our name. We need to keep the green eyes going, ya know? It's like our little gimmick." He laughed again, but abruptly stopped just to slap her again. 

"And you dared to fucking break that, you little fucking whore! You know, I think it's your fucking time to do your job." He threw her off him.

"Naoki, go do your fucking job." He growled at him. 

The men let him go. Naoki looked confused and sickened. This was something he shouldn't know. He didn't need to know why the green eyes were something every family member had. 

"Come on, Naoki. It's not that hard. I'm sure she wouldn't reject her brother. She is a little slut anyway." Hiroji teased.

Naoki stood up and went towards her. She let out scared screams as she tried to move away, but to no avail. It made him sad she even thought he'd do something like that. He just punched Hiroji, not even thinking of doing something so disgusting. 

Hiroji only sighed and snapped his fingers again. The men caught Naoki again, but this time he put up more of a fight. More men came out to help.

"Since he won't do it... I might as well will." 

Naoki's eyes widened. He tried so very hard to do something, but so many people holding him down wouldn't allow him to budge. He screamed, cried, he even felt tears welling up in his eyes.

Hiroji used his knife to get the clothes off quickly, mainly her underwear. 

"Please! I'll do anything! Don't do that to her! Please!" Naoki cried, sobbing hysterically, hitting his head on the floor sometimes. 

He couldn't bare seeing this. It was too much. He just couldn't bare it. He didn't know how to even handle so much things happening at once. Why does this man have to be their father.

"Ah, shut up. I saw the same thing happening to my sister... Granted it was in first person." 

He was even fucking him over with this. Even with something serious as this. Even raping her was something to be fucked with. This would never leave him. He couldn't even look anymore. He could only hear Ayase screaming frantically, and him occasionally hitting her when he decided it annoyed him. He just wanted to block out all of his senses. This lasted for a lifetime.

"Get her to a hospital. Make sure she doesn't do any funny business." 

Naoki looked at him as he zipped up his pants. He kicked Naoki one more time just for good measure.

"Have fun being here." He left him.

Naoki was left alone. His mind raced. How the hell did this happen? How the hell could he let this happen? Why? How? Why her? Why them? He wanted to die. How could he be so incompetent? Right after Benjiro told him to take care of her? He was such a failure of a brother. 

He laid there for almost 10 minutes, until he heard a voice.

"That was horrible..." 

"Who are you?" Naoki whispered out.

"Well, someone who might help you." The man smiled a friendly smile.