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Day 5. Debris: Pinned down: It’s broken.
Asano held it’s face into the mattress by it’s hair. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to look into those eyes. He hated it. God how he hated it. How he wished it was him underneath him. Him on the bed splayed out, pinned down and completely at his mercy. Him shuddering and obeying, doing what he was told with a soft smile on his face. But it wasn’t.
He yanked its hair, its head tipped so far back its neck looked like it should snap. He bit down hard on the strained tendons, digging his teeth deep enough the tang of blood flooded his mouth. The body under him shivered slightly. He pinned it down again, one hand on it’s waist, the other on its neck.
“Lie still.” He commanded, relishing in the way it stopped moving immediately.
“Good.” He murmured, thrusting himself deeper into warm flesh. “Good,..”
He didn’t say its name. Not now. Not when it was so so wrong. Oh why couldn’t it be…?
He came suddenly, with a violent thrust. He paused for a moment, then pulled out.
The body on the bed popped it’s head up and stared at him with wide blue eyes. Its cheeks were flushed from being smothered by the pillow, but it was smiling.
“Are you happy?” it said, showing all it’s teeth in a smile.
“Yes Nagisa.” Answered Asano Gakuho with a sigh. “I’m happy.”
Nagisa dressed quietly and left him to his wallowing. He knew his way around his house now. There was no need for Asano to show him out. They were past the formalities. He didn’t hear the front door open or close. Nagisa always left silently, disappearing when Asano was done with him.
He stretched, dressed, and went to check on Gakushuu.
He went to his bedroom door and carefully moved to look through the gap. Gakushuu was forbidden to close it all the way. For safety. His son was always so obedient. So good.
He was hunched over his desk, writing in his perfect, swirled handwriting. It took many hours of diligent instruction on Asano’s part to get it perfect.
He looked at the soft curve of his bare neck, the shape of his shoulder blades through the thin fabric. Gakushuu was good, obedient, much like Nagisa. He would do as he was told. Asano left before he’d do something he’d regret.
He wouldn’t regret it.
Sometimes Asano wonders if he’s a bad person. He must be. He’s an educator, taking advantage of a student. And a small, pathetic one at that. But it was so easy. All he had to do was walk past Nagisa in the crowded hall of the school. Nagisa knew the signals. A sharp nod, come to my office. A small smile, come to my house.
Then he just had to wait. After school, without fail, Nagisa would come to him. Sometimes Asano liked to talk to him first. Nagisa could keep secrets. Who would he tell? He was a very sympathetic listener.
Sometimes he just locked the door and made it hurt. Nagisa would take it. And he was so very small. So easy to pin down. He could do whatever he wanted.
He didn’t ask for him every day. Or even every week. Like now. He could go so very long between meetings. He had enough self-control for that. He sat at the dinner table and stared across at his son. Gakushuu was eating neatly but quickly. Asano knew he hated their dinners. The silence he never dared fill. Don’t speak unless spoken too. Most of the time. His eyes kept flicking to the door behind Asano. A sign of weakness. He'd have to correct that.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed the nutritious meal Asano had so carefully made. His skin is white, tender. The tendons in his neck are strong. Every part of him was strong, far stronger than Nagisa. But Asano was strongest of all. He could hold him tight, pin him down. Gakushuu would struggle, of course. That boy struggled against him with every breath. But just like with everything else, he would win.
He rose slightly. He was so close.
His eyes stayed glued to Gakushuu’s throat. How sweet that tender flesh would taste. How easy it would be, right here on the table. Maybe he’d run? No matter. Asano was faster. He’d have to get past him to reach the door. He wouldn't be able to to. He would grab him, hold him. Easy. He stood up, ready to reach for him.
Something makes him pause. A strange prickle moves across his neck, like he’s being watched. He turns to look at the door behind him. His eyes locked on Nagisa’s. Nagisa smiled at him. Not shyly, not sweetly. Not like usual. He smiled like a starving man finally presented with a hot meal. And Asano was the food.
“Nagisa?”
“What?” Gakushuu looked up startled. He looked at the door and back at his father. “Who are you talking to?"
Asano frowned. Had his son somehow lost braincells in the last 5 minutes? If he said a name while looking directly at someone, obviously that’s who he’s addressing. He gave Gakushuu a look of disdain. “If you can’t see from such a short…” and he trailed off. There was no one there. He got up and went to the door and looked up and down the hall. No one.
“Stay here,” he commanded, hurrying along the hall. He checked everywhere Nagisa could logically be. But he was gone. There was nothing.
He came back to the kitchen to find Gakushuu still sitting. Waiting. Such a good, obedient boy.
“What’s wrong?” he asks softly. Like he’s scared of the answer.
“Finish your meal and go upstairs. You received a 98 on your maths paper. You know that slip is unacceptable."
Gakushuu’s face closes off, worry replaced with a childish sulky frown.
“Yes principle.” He muttered, shoving food in his mouth.
Asano decided to buy an extra lock on the front door. Clearly his little de-stress toy was getting notions.
The next day he tracks Nagisa down. He gives him a nod and goes to his office. The hours drag until school finishes and there’s a soft knock on his door.
“Come in.”
Nagisa slipped inside. He looked like he always did. That weird smile had all but disappeared.
“What happened yesterday was unacceptable.” Said Asano. He rests his clasped hands on the desk. Flexes his fingers. Let Nagisa imagine them on him. Holding him still.
“What do you mean sir?”
“Yesterday. You came to my home and spied on me and my son. That cannot happen again.”
“I didn’t go to your house. You didn’t ask for me.” Nagisa looks so innocently confused and sweet that he almost believed him. Except he saw him with his own eyes. There was no explanation for that, other than he’d broken into his house.
He gets up, marching towards him. Nagisa doesn’t cower back. He never does. Gakushuu would.
He grabs him by his hair and drags him over to the desk. He slams him down on it and tugs at his belt.
“Never disobey me like that again.” He hisses. He feels oddly flushed, unbalanced. This isn’t like him. He’s in control of himself. Always. He rips the fabric of Nagisa’s school trousers but he doesn’t care. Let him walk home all destroyed. It’s what he deserves. He rips his shirt too, digging his nails into the soft skin of his stomach. He glances up, ready to relish the fear Nagisa feels. But the satisfaction doesn’t come.
Because once again, Nagisa is smiling.
He offers to buy him a new uniform. It’s only fair, after the mess he made with the current one. There’s not much he can do about the dark ring of bruises on his throat.
“It’s alright.” Said Nagisa, tying his cloths together in neat little knots. His voice was soft, and completely normal. Asano looked again at the bruises ringing his throat. Could he even feel them? He must. Perhaps he was faking. Perhaps inside he was crumbling. There was no other explanation.
Nagisa left without another word. Asano sat alone in his office until it was completely dark. Alone.
Eventually he went home. He stalked through his house feeling restless and unsettled.
He came to Gakushuu’s room. He always ended up here eventually. He leaned against the door frame and watched Gakushuu sleep. He was so young, curled up on his side. No matter how strong he was awake he always looked weak when he slept. Vulnerable. He felt the dreadful longing course through his veins, saliva build in his mouth. He took a step into the room, and another. So easy. All he had to do was pin him down and take what he needed.
A small hand slipped into his.
Nagisa. He stood smiling up at him, in a new pristine uniform.
He brought Asano’s hand to his mouth and kissed it.
They had to be very quiet so they didn’t wait Gakushuu. Asano did his best, occasionally covering his own mouth when he breathed too loud. Imagine if he woke up? What would he think if he saw his father on the floor, fucking a student of all things. A student that wouldn’t stop smiling no matter what he did. What would Gakushuu say? What would he do?
One day Asano would find out.
He breaks Nagisa’s arm. He doesn’t mean to. It’s bent at such a strange angle a sharp knife of bone sticks out from his skin. He’s gone too far. But still, still Nagisa keeps smiling.
“It’s broken.” He says unnecessarily, holding it out. Asano slams a hand over his mouth and hurries him out of Gakushuu’s bedroom.
“How do you keep getting in here?” he hissed in the hallway. “I told you to stay away.”
“I always come when you need me.” Answered Nagisa simply.
Asano dragged him down the stairs and out into the street.
“Don’t come back.” He slammed the door shut and winced. Had that woken Gakushuu? He hoped not. He wasn’t ready for him to know of his affections. Not quite yet.
Gakushuu lay stock still in bed. He could feel his fathers gaze on him, even when he didn’t dare open his eyes. Would this be the night? When his father gave into whatever it was he wanted? He could feel his hunger, almost everyday now. He knew it was only a matter of time until he was desperate enough to do… it.
And then, the noise. That disgusting noise he hated. Wet skin and heavy breathing, like monstrous chewing, like someone eating. He heard it so often now. Did his father really think he didn't know? The walls weren't that thick. He heard him and... whoever. The heavy breathing, the bed moving, the noise. He was pretty sure he did it in his office too. Sometimes he'd hear them while he waited in the corridor outside. Another of his father's weird habits. Though he never saw who his father was doing these things to. As long as it wasn't him he did care.
He’d cracked his eyes open to see his father and some, some, child. He’d nearly been sick. If he was strong, he would have got up. He would have smashed something over his head and saved whoever that was. He would have at least tried to run and call the police. But he was only Gakushuu. He was only the son of his father, his all-powerful, all controlling father. So he just lay there, with his eyes closed tight until the noise stopped, and they left. Later the door slammed and he heard his father padding off to his own bed.
He lay there, hating himself when his felt a small icy hand touch his shoulder. A mouth pressed against his ear.
“I know you’re awake.” It whispered.
He sat bolt upright, coming face to face with the body his father had been eating fucking.
He looked away, unable to meet his eyes. There were dark bruises on his throat and its arm was mangled, possibly beyond repair.
“My name is Nagisa.” Said the thing. “Your father broke my arm. “
“What do you want? An apology?” he asked, guilt making his voice harsh.
“No. I don’t need that from you. I agreed to this.”
“Agreed? What, he’d give you good grades for sex? That’s disgusting.”
“No quite.” Said Nagisa, flexing his broken arm.
“And really, I’m here to ask about our deal. Do you remember it?”
“I’ve never met you in my life!”
“True. But we still made a deal.”
Gakushuu opened his mouth to argue, but something made him stop. A small, inconsequential memory.
He lay absolutely still as his father loomed above him. He was shaking so bad his father must have noticed he was awake. This was it. He’d used up all his time. Finally his father would kill touch eat him
Please . He asked, deep inside himself. Make him stop and I’ll do anything. Help me I’ll do anything.
And a strange thought floated into his head, a thought that sounded like a voice he’d never heard before.
“Anything?”
He’d gritted his death. Anything.
“I accepted the deal back then. Do you want to keep it? I’ll give you another chance to back out.”
“What would happen? If I backed out.”
This couldn’t be real. He couldn’t have made a deal in his thoughts. His thoughts couldn’t have turned into a person. It was ridiculous. Impossible.
“I would leave.” He answered. “And you would stand up to your father alone. Or not. Depends how brave you are. Anyway, I wouldn’t be here.”
“And if I accept the deal?”
“Then your father dies. And you do what I need you to.”
Gakushuu paused to consider. He had no idea what he’d be expected to do. But he did know he’d never stand up to his father. Not successfully. Would that be so bad? He pictured himself, underneath his father in Nagisa’s place.
Vomit rose into his mouth. He swallowed it down with a shudder.
“I accept.” He said. “Kill him.”
Nagisa smiled. He opened his mouth terribly wide. Inside there was no teeth, or tongue or throat. There was nothing but a swirling, black void that felt like forever.
Gakushhu leaned forward and crawled inside.
Later Gakushuu woke up. The air was dusty, but it didn’t sting his eyes.
He walked forward, unsure of what else to do.
He climbed over fragments of roof tile, smashed floorboards and crumbling walls. He dimly recognised some wallpaper, a chair. Part of a bedframe.
His father. His father, crumpled amongst the debris. He came closer. His face had been ripped right off, leaving only sinew, muscle and bone behind.
He walked on. He climbed out of what used to be his house.
In the garden the air was clean. Sweet. The grass was wet under his bare feet. All the colours were sharper, cleared. He flexed his arms, feeling a strange new strength. Nagisa was standing at the foot of his driveway. Smiling.
"Who are you?" Asked Gakushuu. "And why are you helping me?"
“I'm Nagisa. I made a deal with someone else, in return I made a deal with you. Now its you’re turn.” He said. “I’m done now. My part of the deal was answered.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“Go back to school. You will too, if you want to. When your finish your part.”
The garden rippled, and Gakushuu was in a hallway. Infront of him was a door, half open. He peaked inside to see a boy hunched over his food. Beside him was a man, mouth open, screaming.
Please. Said a voice in his head. Stop him. I’ll do anything.
Anything? Answered Gakushuu.
The boy’s eyes hardened. Anything.