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Miya remembers that he’d begged his mother to let him stay home, tears in his eyes. Miya didn't beg for anyone, no one but Adam. He'd never cried so violently in his life besides that moment. She'd stared at him, her eyes devoid of anything but the absence of mercy and the underlying tone of resentment.
All he could recall after that was watching his mother greedily take the briefcase of money out of Adam’s hands, smiling, filled with more glee, more glee than she'd ever showed Miya — her only son, her only child.
Miya hadn't even tried with his father, as he'd just had his eyes glued to the screen with a beer between his fingers. He didn't look away from the TV, and the only indication that he was aware of the world around him was the scrunching of his face when he heard Miya's loud crying.
He’d ran and hid after that, going to his room and hiding under his bed after closing his door. He wasn’t allowed to have a lock.
Ainosuke came and got him, easily pulling him out from under his bed by his arm — nearly dislocating his shoulder with the force of it. Miya had protested, screaming at the top of his lungs, kicking him, hitting him, all futile attempts. Adam hadn’t seemed phased by it, continuing to pull him out of the house and into the car.
Adam had the driver pull up the privacy screen, dividing the front and the back seat. Miya spent that entire ride on the floor of the car — in-between Ainosuke’s legs, servicing him. Adam forced each bob of Miya's head with a hand tangled in his black hair.
Adam had released into his mouth, and Miya knows that the chauffeur had seen him gagging, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, tears freely falling from his eyes
Later on was a different story though. Adam had overpowered him easily. He held Miya down with all his body weight, even though he knew it wouldn't possibly take that much. Miya was small, he's still small. Even if he were to grow, he'd still always be a tiny kid compared to Adam.
He’d been extremely rough that day, just because Miya hid from him — he'd made sure to tell him just how worthless he was, how he gave Miya purpose, how he was hollow, just a doll — His innocence for the taking.
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Cherry let Miya come with him to work. The teen stayed with him in his office and slept curled up in his lap like a cat. It was mostly silent, the only sound being the scratching of the fountain pen on paper and the clicking of the buttons from Miya's gameboy.
It was a slow day. He didn't have much commissions, and none of them would take long.
After a while, though, Cherry sent Miya upstairs to the sun room. They both needed their small bits of alone time throughout the day.
Kaoru gets an unexpected visitor. More like unwanted.
Ainosuke walks to Kaoru’s desk and just stops directly in front of it, not saying a word, only smiling The pink haired man looked up, his brow creasing. “Who let you in?” He knows the answer already, as Kaoru has no front desk, nor does he have a secretary.
“I let myself in, sweetheart.” Adam says, sporting a smug grin. The pink haired man wants to slap him square in his face, but he composes himself.
Kaoru scowls, “Oh, so you know where the door is? Let yourself back out.” he feels sweat gather in beads at the back of his neck. This won't end well. He pushed the glasses up his nose.
“That’s no way to speak to an old friend, now, is it Sakurayashiki?”
“We’re not old anything, Ainosuke. Leave, now.”
Suddenly, Miya comes tumbling down the stairs. He runs right past Adam, doesn’t even notice him, and straight to Cherry, a wide smile on his face. He has his gameboy in his hand. “Pa! Look!”
There’s a congratulations! Display on the screen, with 150 in big letters right under it.
“Now is not the time Miya, I apologize. Why don't you head back upstairs?” Cherry says.
Adam’s looming presence suddenly becomes apparent to the teen, and he looks over. Miya drops the gameboy, something he always took great care of, and steps back. The blue haired man gives him a wide smile and throws him a knowing look.
Miya felt sick to his stomach, he pulls the sleeves on his jacket past his knuckles, feeling hollow, cold. The teen sputters, almost tripping over his feet as he walks backwards. Miya’s back hits the chest behind his father’s desk, but he stays there and continues to watch Adam with wide, horrified eyes.
“My, is this your son?” Adam asks, smiling so hard he can’t even hold it in. His face displays a look that says, I've got you All over it, and Miya hates this.
The man speaking startles Miya into running and hiding behind Cherry’s body. All of this felt awfully familiar. He stared at Adam, peeking from behind Cherry.
"Yes, he is." Kaoru said, reaching behind himself and grasping Miya's arm to ground him. "Not that it's your business."
The man caught him looking and waved. “Hello, sweet boy. I hope you're behaving for your father.”
A whimper left the young boy's mouth, as he started to remember.“Miya, sweet boy. Bless you. You think you have a choice with me?”
“You can talk to me, darling. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
“Miya, darling. I won’t hurt you if you behave.”
“Leave, Adam!”
The teen didn’t know what was real.
“I’ll be back, Kaoru. Don’t worry.”
It’s a promise, Cherry knows, and he hates it.
Adam leaves, and Miya waits until he hears the door slam shut downstairs to release his breath of relief. Cherry seemed to have the same idea.
Kaoru puts a hand atop his son’s head. “Mimi? Are you alright?”
The pink haired man hears a sniffle, and he instantly crunches to be at Miya’s level. “Honey?”
“Please don’t send me away!” His nose was beet red, and he wiped his eyes before the tears could fall down his face.
“Miya, baby, what are you talking about?”
“Please don’t give me to Mr. Ainosuke.”He sobbed, whimpering out his words, whining like a struck dog. "I'll do anything, just don't make me go back there!"
“Why would I give you to him, Miya? Tell me.”
“Well, I-I thought that— You know. I’ve been really bad lately. That’s what my parents used to do when I was bad. They’d give me to M-Mr Ainosuke, and he would give them money for it.”
“You thought that I would give you away?”
“Well, no, but he would always find me. He would always get me.” Miya squeezed his eyes shut, his grip on Cherry's hand becoming tighter.
“What would he do?”
Cherry was coming to a conclusion, one he didn’t like.
“He’d … Papa, I don’t …”
“Miya. Tell me what he did to you.” His tone left no room for argument.
“He would .. t-touch me, and he’d make me touch him. Sometimes he’d get on top of me. That hurt the most.”
“Where would he touch you, Miya?”
“Everywhere.”
The way he says it sends a haunting chill down Kaoru’s spine. He takes a minute of silence to gather his thoughts. “Sit down.” He pulls his office chair forward and pushes Miya into it.
“At the S? Has he ever touched you there?”
“No … he just looks at Langa.”
“And your parents? You said he gave them money for you, is that right?”
Miya nodded his head, biting his lip.
“Okay, honey. I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay? Him hurting you, and doing whatever he did to you had nothing to do with how you acted, okay? You’re not bad, you were never bad. And even if you were, that does not give him an excuse to do the things he did to you.” Cherry made sure to maintain direct eye contact with Miya. “Do you understand?”
The boy nodded. “Can we go home, please?”
"Yes we can, baby boy. I'll get my assistant to take over from here." Kaoru said, "Let me make a brief call, then we'll be out of here, okay?"
"Can I go to my room, please Papa?" Miya said, his voice timid and near silent."I would like to be left alone."
"Of course, baby boy." Cherry kissed his forehead, then his cheek. Miya leaned into the touch. "If you need anything, just come get me, or Joe, or even Reki. Okay?"
Miya nodded, then turned on his heel and went to his room.
Cherry went towards the kitchen, where he knew Kojiro was in his own world. He went up behind the man, snaking an arm around his waist and kissing up the side of his neck. Cherry rested his head on Joe's shoulder, sighing heavily.
"Day at the office that bad?" Kojiro asked, "Here, taste this." he brought the spoon up to his husband's lips, and Kaoru hummed.
"It was really bad." he said, licking his lips. "It went horribly."
"What, did Adam show up or something?" Joe said, with a little chuckle. It dawned on him when Cherry didn't respond. "No. Kaoru, no!"
Joe turned around after turning the stove off. He took Cherry's wrist and led them both to the living room, where he sat him down. "Jesus, tell me what happened!" He noticed the tears forming in the pink haired man's eyes, they were so obvious, but Cherry still tried to hide them.
He clung to Joe, curling up and getting as close to him as possible. "He sauntered in like he owned the place, and he talked to me like he owned me. Then, Miya came downstairs. He took all his attention off me, and directed it at him. You know, it's not like I want Adam's attention, it's the last thing I want, but that's my baby." he sniffled.
Cherry hid his face, "Miya's terrified of him, Kojiro. He hid behind me. Do you want to know what that fucker did to Miya? What he did to my baby? He abused him, he raped him. I can't even send him to school tomorrow, the poor boy is so nauseous he can barely keep himself upright! I don't know what to do for him." Cherry was fully sobbing now, and Joe wiped his tears, kissing his face.
"Kaoru, we're gonna figure it out."
"I don't ... I don't know what to do, Kojiro." He said, taking off his glasses and burying his hands in his eyes. "Adam was so hard on me. He was so rough with me, and we were both sixteen. Miya is younger than we were, and Adam's much older. Imagine the toll it's taken on him."
"I know, Kaoru, I know." He said, "I know, I'm sorry."
"Me too."