Desperate Measures

~EVERY CHARACTER IN THIS IS MINE NO TOUHIES!!!!
THEY ONLY LIKE WHEN I WRITE THEM~

This story takes place in modern day Japan, and the life surrounding a young boy and the demons he is under the care of.

Do take in the warnings:
Extreme child abuse
Spanking/paddling
Language
Minor

All the good yummy stuff

~This entire is story is dedicated to the best little Japanese chick ever IMIKO~CHAN!!!!! (aka Mizuki) thank you for helping me so much~


After sitting through half a day of classes, Haruko was growing incredibly impatient. To him, school was a waste of time. There was nothing he was being taught that he didn’t already know. Perhaps, if he had tried in years before, he would have been in more advanced courses now. But as it was, sitting through hours of schooling with students who could only read third graders books was becoming… old.

He was leaning against the outside wall of the lunchroom, his school jacket slung over one shoulder, hair in his eyes as usual, waiting. He had been there for a good five minutes already, waiting as the crowd entering the lunchroom thinned into empty silence. And then, he heard the noise of footsteps and laughter, the usual soundtrack of what he called his friends. Most of them were nameless to him, just faces he saw every day but didn’t care enough about to remember. He wanted to be nice, sure. But he just had too much on his mind.

With a grin, he pushed himself away from the wall and began walking towards them. The thing about these boys was that he didn‘t really even like any of them. They were there to entertain him, to make him feel better, and to make him fit in to a system his past made nearly impossible to conquer. So what if they were the bad kids? It‘s not like they were up to something wrong all of the time. But the shifty-eyed looks of the other underclassmen told him something was up today, and he could already guess what it was.

“Are we going up on the roof, then?” he asked, slipping into his jacket, trying to seem cool when underneath it all, he was really far too sweet. One of the upperclassmen whose name he couldn’t seem to remember laughed. “Of course we’re going up on the roof… What the hell else is there to do with a lunch break?” he ginned, punching Haruko lightly before turning to duck between the lunchroom and the gate surrounding the school parking lot.

They filed down the small sidewalk, laughing loudly even though they knew they could easily be caught, and that if they were, trouble would surely follow. Haruko fought back the urge to flee from this, but the need to belong, to be seen as someone who was infinitely cool, kept rising to the front, breaking past the good in him to create someone he would probably never truly be.

To make it simple: He was trying desperately to fit in, and this scheme was the last in a long series of bad decisions that would make him what he really longed to be - popular. Only a minute or so later, the group of rowdy boys made it to the stairwell in the back of the cafeteria that led up to it’s roof. This door was only accessible if a key was used, and thanks to some skilled pick pocketing, these boys had that key.

With one last shifty look, that upperclassman who had punched Haruko several times before he yanked the door open and ran up the stairs, whooping like an idiot just hoping to be caught. “I hear he’s got some good stuff,” a puffy-faced, short boy said, and it took Haruko a minute to realize he was the one being addressed.

“Well, it had better be good. We’ve been through all of this trouble for this last little initiation, haven’t we?” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. Today was the day when half of the kids hanging around them would probably disappear, sinking back into the darkness of the unknown crowd for the rest of their school years. Not Haruko. He could handle a few drugs. He could deal with any consequences.

He was living with two men who surely had the power, money, influence- even the looks to get him out of any trouble. Why was he worrying? Better yet, why was he doing this in the first place?

The puffy boy shrugged and looked away to climb the last few steps out into the sunlight flooding the roof. Air vents and rusty pipes made the scene look modern but desolate, but the group of older guys seemed to know their way around already, and without a care for the newer students, they raced across the roof to a spot in the corner overlooking the school grounds, where ripped and dirty cushions were strewn around next to empty cans of beer and crushed cigarette butts. Somehow, they all ended up in a circle, and in his mind, Haruko ended up thinking of all of the cheesy television shows he had been subjected to recently, and how similarly stupid this all was.

With a flip of fingers that almost seemed like a magic trick, the oldest of the teens pulled out a lighter and a joint. “With the first puff of this, you are officially giving over to our… Order, so we like to say.” he grinned and lit the joint with practiced fingers. Haruko rolled his eyes and sighed- the action was not uncaught. “What,” the puffy-faced boy said quietly in a sing-song voice, “You think you’re too good for this? You should leave,” he said, sneering. Haruko felt the sudden urge to rip the boy’s pudgy head off of his too-short body. He sneered back and tried to act like he didn‘t care. “So I’m not impressed with his bad-boy antics? I know what I’m here for, I just don’t think you do,” he said, smiling thinly. The exchange was missed by the rest of the group, but it still lowered his mood. Inside, he felt like shriveling up, falling over, running away. Crying. He was entirely in the wrong place, and even though he had fooled the others, he could feel his stomach twisting as the smoldering joint passed from teen to teen. His hands began to shake, his skin grew cold.

It seemed like it shouldn’t have been so soon when that poison reached his hands. And he knew it was poison, inside, that he didn’t really want it. But screw it. He was done caring. He reached out, grabbed that tiny bit of life-changing material, stared out from under his shaggy mop of hair at the expectant look of those other guys, put that little miracle to his lips, breathed in… Hold, hold, hold, passed, let out… He knew that the deed was done. They knew it was done. He had already seen others give up, walk away and leave the promised land behind. He was not going to be one of them. He wanted in. He didn’t want to be an outcast in every aspect of his life. This was a good start.

Things were moving fine. And then the door across the roof opened, a walkie-talkie sounded off, and a dean rounded the corner, walking briskly, right into the middle of the event that could have gone perfectly if those students who had chickened out hadn’t told. It had never happened before. But apparently, this year was different. And he was standing there, looking like a dope, sweating and nervous and shaky. Things moved so fast from there, so quickly. Haruko didn’t know what to do. Nobody seemed to know what to do. He seemed to be frozen, even as the kids around him started to run, past the dean, down the stairs. He was the only one still standing. It took him only five seconds to jumpstart his brain and start moving, but he was too late, only about three seconds too late. He leapt forward, began running, panting even before he started moving because he knew that this would not end well… As he attempted to run past the dean, the man reached out and grabbed him by the jacket, swung him around and stopped him short. He was officially dead.

***

Ichiyuu was in the guest room, halfway through the fifteenth level of a brand new video game. His tongue was clamped between hit teeth in frustration, his eyes glaring at the screen in concentration. He slammed down on the X button, knowing that he would win it if he could just-- And the phone rang, loudly and intolerably. He couldn’t take it. “Shit!” he muttered, pausing the game and throwing the remote in frustration.

“Ichiyuu! Don’t throw things!” Akishi shouted from down the hall. Ichyuu groaned. “Don’t tell me what to do! And answer that phone!” he screamed, his eyes blazing even as he picked up the phone sitting next to him and punched the ‘Talk’ button with his middle finger.

“Yeah, hii, Ichiyuu speaking,” he said rudely, annoyed that the servants were on vacation and he was having to do all of the work. He heard a click as Akishi picked up the phone in the other room.

“Hello, Ishimade residence…” Akishi said pleasantly, his tone completely different from the young Ichiyuu’s. With a grunt, Ichiyuu slammed the phone back onto the dock, stomped over to the remote, and resumed his game while standing in the corner of the room, already glued back to the screen.

Akishi smiled softly as the East Kyoto High School’s principal introduced himself. His smile slowly disappeared as he learned the reason for the call. “Your son, Haruko, was caught this afternoon with illegal narcotics with a group of boys from the school. We found the group on the cafeteria’s rooftop after other students who were invited to join reported their activities to us. Not only has Haruko been involved in this event, we have just learned that he was likely present during other activities involving this group of students. We have been attempting to get Haruko to report the identities of the other students, but so far he has refused.”

A buzzing noise seemed to fill Akishi’s head as he listened to the principal’s nasally voice. “What is his punishment to be?” he asked, his voice low, calm, smooth as glass. He was seething. He could already see Haruko chained to the post in his bedroom, being beaten within an inch of his life. The boy had been challenging enough as it was. Akishi was beginning to believe he enjoyed punishment.

“Well,” buzzed the principal, “At East Kyoto we do not believe in punishing our students for their wrongdoings. We expect that they will learn a lesson from being caught, and also notify parents so that our students can be appropriately reprimanded,” he droned. Akishi fought back laughter. “Oh, yes… He will be seriously reprimanded,” he responded, stressing the sentence and grating his teeth together. “You can be sure that he will never, never do anything this… stupid… again,” he hissed. The principal asked him to come and pick up his ‘son’ from the school for the rest of the day, and after a few moments of unnecessary chatter, Akishi hung the phone up with a sigh.

“Get some real clothes on, with have to go and pick up the boy,” he called down the hall, and couldn’t resist chuckling when he heard Ichiyuu complaining. He slid his door closed and dropped his robe, leaving it in a pool of silk on the floor as he slipped into a simple suit, tying his blonde hair behind him and resisting his urge to beat his head into the wall. Haruko would surely be beaten for this mistake, and Akishi’s demonic anger began to rear it’s ugly head. He was anticipating the boy’s screams already.

Ichiyuu couldn’t resist whistling as Akishi stepped into the hall. He never looked so good as when he was angry, and now that the anger wasn’t aimed at him, he could truly appreciate it. Akishi gestured for Ichiyuu to follow him as they made their way to the first floor of the sprawling mansion. “All of this trouble for one boy- Is it really worth it?” he asked, biting on his fingernails as he always did.

Akishi spun around, his eyes blazing, and grabbed Ichiyuu by the collar. “I still go through this kind of trouble with you, do I not? This boy can be broken of his bad habits. He is a much better investment, worth far much more to our kind. Perhaps you will remember that next time you decide to question my judgments,” he growled, his teeth bared as he closed in on Ichiyuu. With a shrug of his shoulders, Ichiyuu looked down at the floor and waited for the threat to pass. After a moment, Akishi let him go, turned, and continued walking.

“I still think it’s dumb…” Ichiyuu muttered, and he heard Akishi’s quiet laugh, even though he knew he wasn’t meant to.

***

Haruko sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair in the cold room outside of the principal’s office. His mind was full of excuses that he knew would never work with his current guardians. Akishi would surely kill him, and of course Ichiyuu would have something to say. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted nothing more than to make them proud. They were the only two he had left anymore. He was obviously getting desperate. He bit down hard on his lip as he heard the door of the office slowly swing open. He refused to glance over, knowing just by the sudden feeling of being stared at that it was them. He could just hear the blows landing already, stinging his still bruised behind. It was only a matter of time. He could hear low muttering at the receptionist’s desk, and he blinked to hold back his tears.

He was going to be punished. He had heard the entire conversation in the principal’s stuffy office, his eyes stinging at Akishi’s anger. The principal had been quick to compliment his ‘kind father.’ No doubt he knew of their endless source of money. No doubt he expected this special treatment would guarantee him a portion. No doubt he was wrong. A strong hand closed down on his shoulder, the long fingers digging in through his jacket, the fingernails stabbing deeply.

“Haruko…” Akishi’s quiet voice hissed as his grip tightened.

Haruko grimaced, trying not to gasp in pain, but he couldn’t help himself. He heard Ichiyuu giggle, the bastard, and he stood quickly, spinning to force Akishi to let go. The look on Akishi’s face stopped him. The intense beauty of his anger made him gasp again, even as the fear in him began to intensify. He was going to get it. There was no way he would survive this. Akishi smiled at him, his fangs showing pleasantly as he beckoned Haruko to follow him.

It wasn’t until they were in the sleek silver car that Akishi told him what was going to happen. He quivered in fear as the words “Regular procedures” dripped from those perfect lips, unable to hold back his tears. Ichiyuu swiped one from his cheek and licked it. “It’s just so good when you cry!” he giggled, and for the millionth time, Haruko had to remind himself that Ichiyuu was eighteen and not eight. He turned to look out of the window at the landscape rolling by. Each second brought him closer to punishment.

***

Ichiyuu shoved Haruko through the front door with a laugh. He couldn’t believe the boy was crying, quivering like a baby. Someone so rare as he was, behaving this way… It was ridiculous. Akishi seemed to take it in stride. He grabbed the boy by his hair, yanking him along behind him up the stairs to his room. Haruko gasped in pain, trying to struggle out of the demon’s grasp. Ichiyuu pulled at his hair to annoy him, and Akishi glared at him to make him back away. With a sad sigh, Ichiyuu followed after the struggling boy and their master, forcing himself not to interfere.

“This,” Akishi growled, his eyes blazing red, “Is what happens when you decide to do something so extremely idiotic. I cannot believe that after all I have done, this is how you repay me,” he hissed, throwing Haruko to the ground and gesturing for Ichiyuu to chain him to the metal post in the corner of the expansive bedroom. A collar and cuffs were placed tightly around Haruko, making it impossible for him to turn over or strike out. “I give and I work and I struggle to make you happy,” he whispered, his voice carrying despite Haruko’s loud cries, “And you decide to make me very, very unhappy,” he continued. “But now you will be very unhappy. Ichiyuu, strip him of his school outfit, please, I would hate to tear the material,” he ordered, crossing the room to pick up a wide wooden paddle.

Ichiyuu set to work yanking off Haruko’s clothing, happy that this time, it wasn’t him being punished. His own backside was still black and blue from the last time he had misbehaved.

Haruko sobbed, anticipating the blows that Akishi would soon deliver. He struggled as much as he possibly could, making it as difficult as possible for Ichiyuu to remove his clothing for him. “I suggest you let him remove those clothes, dear boy, for you will not receive another pair and I have no problem whipping my way through them,” Akishi warned him without even turning to look at him.

Haruko immediately stopped struggling and let Ichiyuu remove his shirt and slacks, resisting the urge to bite the teen as he ran his hand suggestively over his behind. Akishi turned and crossed the room again, paddle in hand.

Haruko could feel the vibration of his footprints, light as they sounded, and those simple vibrations caused him to cry even more. Ichiyuu felt them too, and out of simple habit turned and ran from the room, fearful of the paddle that was now to be used on the human. Akishi ignored the young demon, focusing entirely on Haruko. He knelt down to unchain Haruko’s neck. “I want to be able to see the pain, to see your tears,” he murmured, smiling cruelly. Quick as a flash, Haruko turned his head and spat into Akishi’s face.

“There are my tears, you bastard!” he cried, and ducked his head down, expecting a blow.

Instead, Akishi unchained him completely, staying silent as he did so. The spit remained on his face, unwiped and beginning to dry. “You will regret that decision, my dear child, very, very soon indeed,” he hissed, yanking Haruko over his knee abruptly and dropping the paddle. He raised his hand high over his head and brought it down in full force on the boy’s bottom, leaving a red welt with the first swat. Haruko yelped and cried out, his already bruised bottom tender.

“I want you to remember this lesson, Haruko,” Akishi growled, swatting Haruko again. The boy struggled to free himself, but the demon was too strong. Instead, he received another blow to the behind.

“No! Akishi, no! No, I am sooo sorryyyy! Nooo Aiiii Iii promise…never to do it againnnn! NO!” he shrieked, his vision growing fuzzy as the demon continued to pound away at his behind.

Already Akishi could see bruises blossoming up to replace old marks, and he knew that this lesson would certainly be remembered. Haruko cried out again, tears streaming down his face as his vision swam. The pain was so severe, it overtook his thoughts. He could no longer remember the reason for this beating, as had happened before. And still Akishi berated him, never alternating in the strength of his blows.

“Master…” Haruko groaned, “Please… Please, stop, please,” he sobbed, his body shaking in Akishi’s arms. As suddenly as if he had planned it, Akishi halted the boy’s punishment. He laughed softly.

“Obviously you have learned your lesson,” he responded.

Haruko nodded hastily. “Yes, yes, I’ve learned, Master, please, I will never…” he sobbed, unable to control himself.

Akishi laughed again. “That is right. You will never spit in my face again. Ever. Now that I have taught you this much, I believe it is time to return to our original lesson. I do not ever want you to go near drugs again. I do not want you to accept them. What if you were taken from me because of your idiotic errors?” he hissed, shaking the boy and picking the paddle up from the floor beside him.

“M-master? No, please, Akishi, please don’t beat me again! PLEASE,” Haruko screamed as his Master began to paddle the boy’s red behind.

Each blow caused Haruko to jerk in pain. This second beating was nearly too much for the young boy, who slowly closed his eyes in an attempt to block out the pain. Each blow from his master caused him to sink further into the darkness of his mind, pushing him into unconsciousness. Akeshi barely seemed to notice as the boy went limp across his knee, crying even as he slipped away into the pain. Akishi stopped paddling the boy and checked his pulse, then let him slide to the floor as he stood, shaking his head and sighing.

“Ichiyuu,” he called, inspecting the paddle and noticing a spattering of blood. The young demon ran into the room, his face flushed. When he saw the paddle, he stopped moving and looked down at the floor. “I want you to clean him up, Ichiyuu. Do not disturb me with him tonight unless it is absolutely imperative. I want to see you later tonight,” he instructed him with a sigh, handing Ichiyuu the paddle and exiting the room in silence. The red was beginning to fade from his eyes, but he was still inflamed in other ways from the boy’s crying.

***

Ichiyuu quietly slid his Master’s door open, his copper-red eyes shining dully in the moonlight. Akishi was nowhere in sight in the large apartments, probably somewhere where he could see things but nobody could see him. Or perhaps in his bathroom. Ichiyuu crept across the large room and into Akishi’s bedroom. He slid into the bed, his pale skin gleaming in the moonlight streaming in through the skylights.

Akishi had told him to come. Perhaps he should have thought about wearing clothes, but he had always appeared before his elder in the nude at night. Ichiyuu snuggled under the master’s blankets and closed his eyes. What seemed to have been moments had actually been hours, judging by the light peeking thought the skylight. Ichiyuu blinked sleepily. Lying in front of him, propped up on one elbow and smiling beautifully as if he had always been there, was Akishi.

Ichiyuu reached out for his Master, smiling happily. It had been over a week since he had last joined Akishi in bed, a week of self-hatred and doubt. Akishi grinned and pulled the young demon closer to him, kissing him gently yet passionately. “Oh, how do I put up with you?” he asked quietly as Ichiyuu wrapped his arms around his neck. He kissed Ichiyuu again, longer than the last time, and Ichiyuu began to prod at Akishi’s legs with his toes, a habit he had formed many years before.

“Ichiyuu… It has been so long since I’ve held you like this, hasn’t it?” he asked, his voice husky. His eyes were glowing red as they always did when he was inflamed. Ichiyuu nodded into his neck, his hands reaching down to trace his Master’s smooth body. “I… love you, Akishi,” he whispered into his Master’s ear, kissing him softly. Akishi looked at the young demon and smiled. “Well, then you will love me more when I say this…” he replied, lightly pecking Ichiyuu.

Yes?” Ichiyuu asked, grinning.

“Wait another night. I’m mad at you for questioning my decisions,” Akishi answered as he turned away from the young demon‘s crestfallen face. He spent the rest of the night silently cursing himself for denying his own wants.

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