The Sennyo Brothers

ALT Title: Ryota Background
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“You’re doing what?!”

Ryota looked up at his father, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the older man pace across the room, clearly livid with him. “I said I’m quitting medical school.” He said, his voice clear and adamant. “I can’t risk it anymore, not with what happened to Nasai and Sora; you know I never really liked it anyway.”

The other man almost growled his foot steps loud on the polished wooden floor as he paced even faster. “So you’re giving up your life because of your little brothers, what kind of decision is that!? They can take care of themselves!” He turned towards Ryota again, his hands clenching as he watched his eldest son stare at him defiantly. “You were going to be a doctor! A doctor! What the hell are you going to throw your life away on now!?”

“Apparently they can’t take care of themselves, do you even know what happened to them or were you too busy with your damned hospital to know what happened to both of them?” Ryota shot back, pushing himself up out of the chair and advancing on his father. “Did you even go to see them when they were in the hospital? Do you know how bad Nasai was hurt?!” He reeled when he was suddenly hit across the face, his eyes wide as he stumbled backwards, falling back into the chair.

“Of course I know how badly he was hurt! Who do you think his doctor was?!”

“Then think about it dad! Think about what happened to Nasai and then think about why I’m quitting med school! Someone needs to protect them!” Ryota couldn’t help but wince as he thought of what happened to Nasai, spacing out slightly as he remembered the scene when his own baby brother had come into the hospital, beaten and bloody.

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“I need a doctor! I don’t think he’s breathing!”

The voice echoed off the walls of the emergency room, the words bringing doctors and nurses running for the small man who looked broken in his arms, his body limp against the one who held him. Nasai was breathing, barely but breathing, his heart aching each time it beat. He was hurt so badly… much worse then he thought he had been when he was left laying on the ground, the bullies running from the scene. He was shocked awake when he was suddenly set on a bed, his body jerking as he turned to his side, coughing harshly. There was blood in his lungs, the red fluid splattering across the stark white bed sheets as he fought for breath. He didn’t even notice when he was wheeled back into intensive care, his world seeming to sway and darken around him once again.

It was then that Ryota saw them; dropping the chart he had been holding and running for the room. He pushed through the nurses, his hands shaking as he reached his brothers side. “Nasai!”He was breathing heavy as he reached down, pressing his hands against his brothers bloody chest without a second thought, trying to staunch the blood flow he knew was dangerous to the younger mans life.

Nasai’s eyes were bleary as he looked up, barely recognizing his older brother. He reached up, his hand shaking as he gripped Ryota’s sleeve, smearing blood on his uniform without even thinking. “Big brother?” He whispered softly, his body shuddering when another harsh cough forced its way through his battered body. “Please… help me Ryota…”

“Of course, I’ll do everything I can.” Ryota murmured, moving along with the doctors as they led his brother to surgery. He wouldn’t leave his side, no matter what. He wouldn’t leave him.

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“Just think about it dad… think about what happened to Nasai… what happened to Sora…” Ryota murmured, looking up at the other man, his eyes still clouded as he thought of his younger brother… of the way he had found Sora just weeks ago.

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“Sora… where are you?” Ryota asked as he walked into the other mans apartment, looking around. It had only been a couple months since Sora had gotten his own place and he hadn’t shown up at the house for a few days… it was strange, very strange seeing as they had dinner together every Friday. He knew Sora was just an adult and he wanted his freedom but… they were such a close nit family. Something just wasn’t right.

Sora was still curled up in a corner in his bathroom, his body curled around itself as he rocked. He couldn’t do it… he couldn’t even leave his apartment. He felt so dirty… everything was dirty. How had he never noticed this before? He had taken so many showers his body was rubbed raw, flushed a soft pink from scrubbing to get the imagined dirt off of it. He already wanted another one though… sitting here, knowing that there were germs everywhere around him… he had to get clean! That man had made him so dirty, his touches… his body, it was so dirty!

The bathroom door flew open at that, revealing Ryota as he looked down at Sora. His eyes widened when he took in his brothers appearance. He fell to the floor beside him, watching him with worried eyes. “Sora, what did you do to yourself? What happened?” He asked, reaching over to touch him. He didn’t think that his touch was something bad and he certainly hadn’t anticipated Sora’s response. His little brother had never minded being touched before but he reacted almost… violently.

Sora jumped away from the hand, an almost scream coming from his throat as he scrambled away from the other man, pushing himself as far away as possible until he hit the bathroom wall with a solid thump, another whine of fear coming from his throat. “Do… don’t touch me…” He whispered, curling up even more around himself as he chanted the words over and over, trembling visibly.

Ryota watched him with wide eyes. He was surprised… more then surprised and curious. He was also upset… someone had to have done this to him and he was sure as hell going to find out whom. “Sora… what happened? Tell me who did this.” He was going to pay, whoever did this to his little brother would pay.

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“So… what do you plan to do?” Ryota’s father asked, sitting back in his chair. His thoughts had followed much along the same lines and he understood now… he still didn’t approve but he understood. If it had been his little brothers, he would have done the same thing.

“I don’t know… I might open a restaurant.” Ryota murmured, glad his father was finally seeing things from his point of view. He just couldn’t continue working his entire life when he knew his little brothers needed protected. “You know I always wanted to do that.” He said, leaning forward a bit. “But I have something else I need to do before that… so, I’ll see you around.” He waved as he walked out the door, letting it slam closed behind him.

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Ryota found the man that Sora had described rather easily, his body tense as he slipped inside the club and walked up to the pale brunette. He sat down beside him, ordering a drink before he looked over at him. “Are you Tolo?” He asked, just playing with the drink the bartender slid in front of him. His hand tightened around the glass when he received a nod, his knuckles turning almost white. “Do you know a man named Sora?” He asked, swallowing slightly as he watched Tolo.

“Sora?” Tolo murmured, humming as he took a lazy drag of the cigarette he held in his hand. “Hmm, white hair… blue eyes?” He asked, looking over at Ryota before he grinned lewdly. “Ahhh, yes, he has such a nice ass.” He murmured, licking his lips. “I’d tap that any day.”

“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to tap anything.” Ryota growled out, looking over at Tolo with dark, angry eyes. By the time the words could sink in, Ryota was dragging Tolo out of the club, his eyes showing no mercy.

He was true to his words.

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The chiming of the bells signaling his door had been opened made Ryota look up, a small smile coming to his features. He had his restaurant, his family and he had beat Tolo’s ass into the ground… everything was just perfect now. Life was coming back into focus and it was getting better every day.

“Hello, welcome to Sennyo Café, what can I get you?”

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AN: Requested by Natalanisha.