Blood Chains and No Shame

Ash ripped the letter in half. "No." He paced back and forth, ruffling the top of his curly, bleach-white hair. My nonchalant expression was meant to calm the situation, but his fist could not have gotten any whiter. "I forbid."

Turning to the side, I folded my arms. "I didn't ask for your permission." Ash heated hands forced my chin up. Our grey eyes locked. The next moment, I stared at the fireplace with a burning sensation on my cheek.

He whispered into my ear. "I didn't raise no fool, Yuki." He pulled my long, blue hair towards him. "Shaming our family's name before Father's grave--"

"You shamed our family long ago, when you decided to take advantage of innocent people." I regretted those words as soon as he yanked my arm.

"Boys?" Mother, God bless her fragile soul, interrupted our quarrel. "What's wrong, Ash?"

Ash rolled his eyes. "You gave birth to an idiot." His sharp look hit me. "I won't allow this." He withheld his grip and dragged me through his enormous secluded office to the back door.

"Ash."

"Quiet, Mother. I'm done with his incompetence."

"Son, just because you were granted the title "head of the household" doesn't mean you can order me around."

Ash paused. He squeezed my arm tighter. He snapped around, and I jerked to the floor. "If you are not going to take responsibility for this thing, then I do not mind getting rid of a nineteen-year-old."

Mother gasped, then sighed. "Fine. Punish him however you want." She turned away. "But you don't have to kill your own little brother."

Ash smirked. "Guards, escort my mother to the gardens. Bring her some tea." They feared him like they did our father.

28-years-old and you have Japan eating out of the palm of your hands. I was the only one that told him off. Just because you're the leader of the Yakuza doesn't mean everyone should kneel before you. That line always landed me with black eyes.

Father was feared because of his scary face, voice, and high reputation. Ash was feared because...

When people didn't pay their dues, in addition to removing one of their limbs, Ash mutilated their loved ones. If they didn't have family, random acquaintances who just said "hi" to them would get their hand chopped off. If anyone had a pretty face, their body belonged to him regardless of gender. The slightest wrong move-- Once on a hot day at the beach, a nine-year-old kid accidentally spilled melted ice-cream on his shoes. He snatched the ice-cream, tossed it on the sand, and slashed the kid across the face with a knife. When the screaming kid's father approached him, Ash said, "Taught him a lesson. You're welcome."

Afraid of his methods, Mother never stepped in. I was stuck with beatings to the point where I almost died. When I turned seventeen, the intense beatings stopped. Instead, he began using a different tactic- I had to be born with a fucking pretty face.

As he dragged me across the room, I expected the same treatment. My heart pounded as he threw me in front of the metal door. With a smirk, his knee planted on my head. "Why do you keep defying me, Yuki?" When he opened the door, the pressure on my head felt like it would've smashed through to the floor. "Perhaps, you like being punished. Huh, Yuki?" His voice got lower and rougher. He bit my ear.

"Ow." I punched his leg. "Get off."

He delivered a blow to my abdomen. I curled up. I tried to breathe, but he picked me up by the neck. With one arm, he tossed me into the dark room. The door locked. Gasping for air, I laid there and waited in pitch blackness.

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(Note: Warning Rape. Don't read ahead if easily triggered. Scroll all they way down to the last three paragraphs to continue the story if you want to skip the details.)

Familiar warm hands caressed my back. My clothes were stripped off me. I wavered on the cold, marbled floor. Soon, the warm hands brushed up my legs as the heavy body hovered over. At that same moment, I felt the intense pain of a hard thing plunging up inside me, tearing my skin as it forced itself back and forth through my rectum- Blood bubbled inside.

The mucky sound made me vomit on the floor. After I finished coughing, those familiar warm hands brought me to a bed. I lay on my back, dazed.

"Ready?" The raspy voice pushed my legs upward. The pounding continued. I held tightly onto those murderous, brawny shoulders. This position had the sensation of pain, but also a sharp pleasure. I shrieked as the sinewy form slammed inside faster. He could plummet into my wound for hours. He never stopped his pace, even after I dug my nails into his shoulders- He only laughed. His deep, throaty laugh made me shiver. "Feels good, huh?"

Ash had only just started, but I had already reached my limit. He licked my tears. "You're so precious to me, Yuki. I love seeing you in this much pain." His embrace left my body too weak to push him off.

With every last ounce I had, I muttered, "Let go of--" only to be interrupted by a huge tongue shoved in my mouth.

Guffawing, he caressed my sluggish face. "Nope." He licked my lips, twirled my hair, and nuzzled his nose on my temple. "Since you can't decide on a proper future for yourself, I decided for you."

My future. The desire to protect others from my family, vanquished. The police academy acceptance letter, once hidden so well under my dresser, was now a pointless piece of paper torn in two. Cold metal snapped around my wrists. A click hoisted my arms in the air. "Ah, my new toy."

That anger turned quickly into fear. "Brother? Have you no shame?" My voice quavered.

He chuckled. "Luckily for you," then he licked my lips. "I shamed our family long ago when I decided to take advantage of innocent people."

End

(This is originally a flash fiction, but if you want me to continue this story with more chapters, let me know.)