Broken

Ritsuka twitched in his seat, glancing out the window for the hundredth time. It was Friday, finally. Now for two days of video games and goofing off at Soubi’s with Natsou and Youji. Ritsuka smiled, and maybe a little personal time between him and Soubi. He closed his eyes, remembering the last time they were alone together.

“Ritsuka. . .Ritsuka! . . .Oi, Ritsuka!”

The teen snapped out of his musing and turned in his seat to look behind him. Freshman year Yuiko and Yayoi had both decided to pursue performance arts, while Ritsuka had choose to major in English. Leaving them separated for most of the day, sharing only lunch and a late study period.

“What do you want, Ryu?”

“Are you going over Soubi-kun’s house after class?”

“Yeah, I’m spending the weekend over there, why?”

Ryu’s brow knotted. “It’s late, Ri-chan. I don’t think you should be going across town in the dark.”

Ritsuka smiled and patted his friends hand. “You worry too much. I’ve gone over there a dozen time after cram school. I’ll be fine.”

Ryu still looked doubtful. “Really Ri, I have a really bad feeling. Just come over my house tonight and go over there in the morning. I’d feel a lot better.”

Ritsuka shook his head. “I can’t, Ryu. It’s my birthday tomorrow. I’m planning to lose these this weekend.” He said tugging on those soft black cat ears. “I’m not wasting time because you are having one of your ‘bad feelings.’”

The black haired teen conceded and grinned at his close friend. “Are you finally gonna do it?”

“I hope so.” Ritsuka turned back around and slid down in his chair. He was 17 now his 18th birthday was tomorrow. Oh God, tomorrow. Just the thought of it made his stomach flutter. He had been waiting for five and a half years for this, and tomorrow it would happen. A smile spread over his face.

For the next two hours the teacher rambled on about thesis and theory and what would and would not be on the test for next week. Ritsuka practically burst threw the doors went they were finally allowed to leave.

He fell into a steady pace toward the direction of the subway station he needed to take in order to get to Soubi’s neighborhood. He held his bag to his chest as he stood near the door of the car ready to make a quick escape. The car rattled, pitching them to the side, a man behind Ritsuka crushed him against the door. He quickly pulled away and Ritsuka shifted, placing a hand against the glass. They lurched again and the man once again fell against him, but instead of moving away this time, he pinned the young boy to the doors and a knife glinted in his other hand.

“Say anything and I’ll kill you right here.”

Stunned Ritsuka didn’t move as his pant were yanked down, reveling his bottom. Tears came to his eyes as the stranger fumbled for a minute then something hard and slick slid between his cleft. Horrified Ritsuka whimpered but the knife at his throat kept him from pleading for help. The older man held his flesh and with a hard shove and a jerk he was inside Ritsuka. The teen let out a small sob over and over as this monster panted out his pleasure.

The people standing around them had to be pretending not to notice, right? There was no way that this could be happening and all these people just didn’t see what was going on.

The intrusions into his body became faster and harder and before Ritsuka knew what was going on he was tumbling to the floor as the man that had held him captive tore for the other end of the car.

His fingers trembled as he struggled to pull his pants up over his abused flesh. His mind was spinning with that had just happened. Not sure if it was real. If this really just happened. It couldn’t have, could it? Tomorrow was his 18th birthday. He was finally going to be able to make love to Soubi.

At the thought of his older lover powerfully sobs wreaked his frame. He clutched his backpack to him and cried into it until the train came to a stop. He didn’t remember getting off the car, or leaving the station.

His feet were moving, but his mind wasn’t telling them where to go. They were moving toward the only place he knew he would be safe. Soubi’s small studio apartment.

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Soubi paced. From his bed to the door, from the bed to the fall wall and back again. It wasn’t like Ritsuka to be over and hour late. Especially with them having such important plans this weekend. Glancing at the clock for the 50th time he decided this called for searching.

As he made his way into the kitchen to grab his coat there was a small knock at the door. Confusion twisted his features and he dropped the jacket and headed to the door. It was past midnight, too late for even Kio to be bothering him.

Who was stand on his porch though, made his heart clench and anger rise swiftly in his chest. Ritsuka looked up at him trembling, grasping his backpack with one hand and the waist band of his pants with the other. His face was reddened and tear stained, and. . .he was earless.

“Ritsuka. . .” Soubi whispered afraid to talk to loud. His hands hung mid air, afraid to touch him. Soubi hadn’t been this unsure of himself since the Academy.

“I. . .the subway. . .a man. . .” Ritsuka murmured dropping his bag and desperately trying to refasten the broken snap on his jeans. “I can’t get this to go. . .I can’t. . .I can’t.” His voice broke and it was by the grace of God that Soubi caught him as he fell into a torrent of sobs.

“I’m sorry, Soubi. I’m so sorry. It all happened so fast, I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry.”

Soubi held the boy tight as he cried, begging for forgiveness for something that was not his fault. Soubi whispered soothing nonsense in his ear and lifted Ritsuka into his arms and brought him inside.

Making his way to the bathroom Soubi nudged the door open and set Ritsuka down on the toilet and turned to run the bath. Ritsuka’s sobs has subsided and he watched in silence as the water ran. Soubi busied himself with gathering things for Ritsuka, rage boiling within him.

How dare some city scum lay his filthy hands on his sacrifice. He didn’t deserve the ground Ritsuka spit on, Let alone his ears. A pang of realization hit the 26 year old. A stranger, some rapist, has taken Ritsuka’s innocence.

“Soubi?”

The blond paused and looked back at his younger lover. His heart damn near broke at Ritsuka huddling in the corner tears welling in his lavender eyes. Soubi went to Ritsuka and grasped him as he fell into another round of soul destroying sobs.

When they calmed Soubi knelt down in front of his lover and waited for Ritsuka to look at him. When he did Soubi gently placed his hands on Ritsuka’s knees. “You need to clean up. You will feel better after. Do you want me to help you, or do you want to do it alone?”

Ritsuka blinked too many times too often as if seeing Soubi for the first time. He took several breaths to keep the tears that threatened at bay.

“I think I’ll be okay by myself. I need some time to think.” He said after a few minutes.

Soubi nodded and stood, moving out the door leaving it cracked a bit in case Ritsuka need him. Once he was by himself he grabbed his cell from the kitchen table and moved into the bedroom, making sure to keep the door partly open.

He dialed Kio’s number, on the 8th ring he picked up.

“Sou-chan. Do you have any idea what time. . .”

“Ritsuka was raped.” Soubi blurted out.

The other end was silent for so long that Soubi was afraid that Kio had fallen back to sleep. “. . .How?” came a tentative reply.

“It was on the subway, Kio. He’s taken that train a million times. . .”

“How is he doing?”

“Alright for now. But I’m at a loss as to how to help him, I’ve never had to deal with something like this before. All I know is what’s on tv.”

“He’s going to need you to take care of him. He’s going to need to know you still love him and will help him threw whatever happened. And no matter what you do, never pry into what happened.”

“How do you know all this?” Soubi asked.

“I dated this girl in high school that was raped by a friend of the family. It’s a hard thing to help with, and a lot of the time you will feel hopeless, but never waiver in your support.”

Soubi felt a little cheated that Kio had never told him this before, but he was glad to have the help. “Thanks, Kio.”

“No problem, Sou-chan. I hope everything goes ok.”

“I’ll call and let you know.”

“Thanks. Bye.”

“Ja.” Soubi hung up.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, praying he could be the strength that Ritsuka needed.

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And this was just something that I wanted to do, its inspired by a law and order eppie that I saw. I hope you guy liked the first chapter and let me know how it was.