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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕だけがいない街_|_ERASED
  Relationship:
      Fujinuma_Satoru/Yashiro_Gaku, Fujinuma_Satoru_&_Yashiro_Gaku, Hinazuki
      Kayo/Sugita_Hiromi
  Character:
      Fujinuma_Sachiko, Fujinuma_Satoru, Sachiko_Fujinuma, Satoru_Fujinuma,
      Yashiro_Gaku, Gaku_Yahshiro, Nishizono_Manabu, Manabu_Nishizono, Sugita
      Hiromi, Hiromi_Sugita, Hinazuki_Kayo, Kayo_Hinazuki, Sugita_Kayo, Kayo
      Sugita, Kobayashi_Kenya, Kenya_Kobayashi, Sawada, Nakanishi_Aya, Aya
      Nakanishi, Kazu, Sugita_Mirai, Mirai_Sugita, Misato_(ERASED)
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Erased, Boku_Dake_Ga_Inai_Machi, Stockholm_Syndrome, Rape/Non-con
      Elements, Gay_Sex, Yashiro_Gaku_is_out_for_Saturo's_booty
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-17 Updated: 2018-03-07 Chapters: 4/? Words: 3567
****** My puzzle ******
by Priceless_Soul_(Priceless_soul)
Summary
     Yashiro rapes Satoru 15 years before he falls into his coma.
      
     "So this is what it feels like to die... slowly going numb until,
     white spots covering your vision. Mom... Kenya, Kayo, Hiromi, Kazu,
     and Usamo..."
     Gomenasai...
     (I suck at writing summaries.)
     (The chapter titles are in Swedish but the language for the fic is
     English.)
Notes
     Hiiii my beans, it's your taco here!
     I hope you will enjoy this fic, please comment if you notice anything
     that seems incorrect!
     Btw, some kudos wouldn't be wrong( ͡° ᴥ ͡°)( ͡° ᴥ ͡°)
***** Demonen under dina ögon. *****
Chapter Notes
     I never read the manga and only watched some of the live-action
     series Netflix made but I've decided to go a bit off the storyline.
The demon under your eyes
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"Oh, want a candy? Satoru exclaimed to his Sensei as he opened the glove
compartment. 2 things fell out that made the boy's blue eyes widen, partly in
surprise but the emotion changed when Yashiro uttered three sentences that
completely made the boy's blood run completely cold.
 
"Thanks, Satoru. But I'm afraid there's no candy. After all, this isn't my
car."
 
Satoru looked up from the floor and slowly turned its attention to the demon
right beside him, he didn't want the items on the plastic carpet to fulfill his
fears. A bottle of lube and a package of laxatives.
 
"What d-do you mean this isn't your car?" The terrified boy stuttered out with
a sheepish look all over his face.
 
"Don't you think one's happiest moment in life never stays the same? He looked
at Saturo with the eyes of a wolf, ready to kill its prey. His eyes had a
strong red color, the gaze of a maniac.
 
Nothing beats that moment when you fill that void in your heart." The tunnel
lights flickered everytime the car moved past them. The rest of the predator's
words went in a blur for the panicked Satoru, all he could hear was his heart
beating in 200km/h. He could feel the powerful muscle pump out cold blood
through the veins. "Because you know, I have anew one now. 
 
The car stopped beside a lake, not a single sound could be heard except the
terrified boy's rapid breaths. Yashiro looked amused at the boy, his red irises
gleaming with the unspeakable desire that burned in his chest. He saw the
trembling boy's hands reach and pull hysterically at the seatbelt.
 
"Spice, it's game over for you... and me."
 
Tears welled up in the boy's blue eyes as Yashiro reached for his thigh. The
boy tried to claw and his sensei's hands, trying to escape the man he used to
trust. His sensei's hands gripped Satoru's hands and pinned them above his
head. He inched closer to his victim, his hot breath came closer and closer
until he had connected their lips. He was harsh, biting and sucking at the
swollen lips, showing his tongue inside during the process. Saturo tried to
bite Yashiro but he only chuckled at him.
 
"So cute...,"he thought as he pushed the seat down.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
 
"S-sss-top... I'm begging you!" Satoru sobbed out as Yashiro pushed his fingers
roughly through the rim muscle. He added a 4th finger, Satoru felt lightheaded,
weak and about to vomit. The violent intrusion suddenly stopped as it left a
horrendous pain behind. Satoru tried to breathe, scream in hope of someone
would save him. Then he felt it.
___________________________
"Ah, ~~... Spice...~~~"
"P-plea--se don't!" Satoru screamed with all the voice he had left.
____________________________
He pulled out roughly, a string of semen connecting them as blood and the white
substance left dripped out of Satoru. He smiled at the boy who had no more
tears to shed, no more screams to be heard. Nothing.
He tucked himself in, putting on his discarded coat to cover the blood and
disgusting substance. He climbed away from the seat and out in the cold, weaved
down the windows. Reached down for a duffel bag where a basketball rested,
unzipped it picked it up and put it on the gas pedal, closed the car door.
"Game over, Satoru." He whispered under his breath as the car crashed down into
the river.
_____________________________
"So this is what it feels like to die... slowly going numb until, white spots
covering your vision. Mom... Kenya, Kayo, Hiromi, Kazu, and Usamo..."
 
Gomenasai...
***** Barnet i floden *****
Chapter Notes
     WOOHOO! I'M BACK AFTER ONE DAY.
     Get ready for some good old angst.
     (English is my 2nd language and there are possibilities that it might
     suck.)
     Kudos and comments are always appreciated! ^-^
The child in the river
 
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"He should be home by now..." Sachiko thought as she paced around in the
kitchen, the wooden floor creaking under her. He told her he would be a bit
late, but it was 9 in the evening. She could feel her stomach twist, something
was very wrong. She just knew it, her maternal instincts kicked in as she went
to grab the phone nearby. Beside the phone was a small leather brown notebook
with all the numbers to Saturo's friends' houses' and many more. She picked it
up with trembling hands, she hoped that someone would tell her Satoru was safe
and okay playing with one of his friends. She flipped through the pages before
the name "Kobayashi" turned up. The phone arose from its position as she
carefully dialed the number.
"Hello, Kobayashi Akira speaking," a feminine voice answered.
"Hello, I'm really sorry for disturbing you in the evening. This is Fujinuma
Sachiko, Satoru's mother. Is he at your house? He's been gone for a while and
I'm worried."
"No, he's not here. Has he been gone for long? I can ask my son if he knows
anything."
"Nearly 2 hours or more, than the said time," Sachiko said trying to swallow
her tears.
"Kenya!_Have_you_seen_your_friend_Satoru_recently?_His_mother_is_on_the_line
and_he_hasn't_come_home_yet."
"No_I_haven't,_I_last_saw_him_after_school_finished._I_think_he_was_going_to
the_hockey_game."
"I'm sorry Fujinuma-san, he hasn't seen him since they finished school. He said
Saturo was going to the hockey game if that's any help."
"I'm aware of the hockey game, thank you Kobayashi-san, thank you for the help.
Goodbye." She said biting her lip almost drawing the red substance out of it or
also known as blood.
"No problem, I hope you'll find him, goodbye." BEEEEEEEEEP, Kenya's mother had
hung up, Sachiko raised her arm putting her thumb and the two closest finger on
her lips, blinking with an empty expression on her face she dialed yet another
number.
"Sugita Hajime, who am I speaking to?" A tired man answered, almost sounding
annoyed to get a call so late in the evening.
"Hello, I'm Fujinuma Satoru's mother, Fujinuma Sachiko. I am so sorry for
calling at this hour, but my son isn't home yet. He should have been home a bit
more than 2 hours ago and I wonder if he is at your house or if your son Hiromi
had seen him?" Hiromi's father could feel Sachiko's worry through the phone and
his tone softened.
"It's okay, he isn't here. I can ask Hiromi if he knows anything."
"Thank you so much Sugita-san."
Sachiko got the same answer as before, devastated she called another and
another until there was no one left. She had even called Yashiro, who had
stated he hadn't seen him since after the hockey game. But little did the
worried mother know, Gaku had smiled at the whole conversation, smirking while
he touched the semen and blood stains on his pants. He knew he had to put them
in the washer, but the feeling of wearing them was addicting. He had made
Satoru his in them and he had also killed him. He still felt empty like his
desire hadn't been completely filled.
Sachiko put on her gray coat, mittens, and boots as she hurried out through the
door. She held a flashlight in her right hand. She ran and ran looking
desperately after her son. Calling out his name but not an answer to it. The
snow under her feet crackled, her breathing was unsteady after all the running.
She had run to the arena where Satoru had last been seen. Everything deadly
silent around her as tears stained her rosy cheeks, small drops of water fell
from the sky at a slow pace before speeding up. It had started to rain rapidly,
she could not care less right there and then. Head tipped up, glossy eyes
looking at the smothering grey clouds.
"Sachiko!" A man called out for her honking with his car. Her body jumped at
the sudden suprise, her eyes met the famillar face as a small smile crept up on
her face.
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"Kureo, there was something down there in the river!"
"Are you sure, what did it look like?"
"A car in the river! Stop the car we need to go down and see it!"
"Okay, okay." The man pulled over at the side of the road as his wife hurriedly
plumped down the snow. She looked through the windows as a terrified scream
broke out from her.
"Ai, what's wrong?!"
"THERE'S A CHILD IN HERE!"
Her husband jumped down into the freezing river, pulling the door open with all
the force he could manage. He saw the pale, purple-looking boy and his heart
almost broke. The seatbelt wouldn't budge, he tried pulling the boy under it
until he finally succeeded. He then realized the boy had large purple marks on
his neck and were missing pants and underwear. Satoru's limp body was hurriedly
thrown on the snowy ground as the woman searched for a sign of life.
"Put your coat on him!" The man yelled, pushing rapidly at the boy's small limp
chest.
"Listen to me buddy, you're going to make it you hear me! Please..."
The woman hurriedly put her coat on the small child and ran up to the car.
"119, what's your emergency?"
"M-me and my husband found a child in the Ishikari river! Please send an
ambulance!" The woman sobbed out.
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"Do you need a ride?"
She nodded as she arose from the bench and walked in the direction of his car.
The car ride was quiet, small tears going gleaming on her cheeks.
Sachiko unlocked the apartment door as Sawada followed her into the cramped
home.
"Sachiko, what did you do outside in the rain? Is something wrong?"
"Satoru's has been missing for almost 4 hours... Sawada-san I have a feeling
that something is very wrong... Do you want any tea?"
A sudden sound echoed through the kitchen. RING RING RING...
"Hello, who am I speaking to?"
"This is Dr. Nakamura from Ishikari hospital, am I speaking to Fujinuma
Sachiko?"
Sachiko could feel her heart stop.
"Yes."
"I'm afraid I have bad news, your son has been sexually assaulted and found in
a river about an hour ago... Can you come to Ishikari hospital?
"Yes, is he alive?"
"Yes, but in a critical state Mrs. Fujinuma.
BEEP. The mother fell to her knees, blood running cold, tears dripping to the
floor underneath her.
"satoru...SAtoru...SATORU!!!" She sobbed out clasping her hair in distress.
"My poor little angel...."
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***** Mamman som brast *****
Chapter Notes
     WOOOOHOO~ ~ Almost 350 hits, I'm really grateful for the hits and
     appreciate it a lot!
     THIS CHAPTER IS EXTREMELY SHORT BECAUSE I WANT TO BE ABLE TO UPDATE
     FREQUENTLY.
The mother who broke
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She dashed through the hospital doors, not giving a single fuck at the looks
she got from people in the lobby. The nurses behind the desks looked at wide
eyes at the blue haired woman stomping in their direction.
 
"I want to see my son." Sachiko looked at the nurse with eyes filled with
sorrow, pain, anger, frustration, loss but at the same time, they were so
empty.
 
"Who?" The nurse had seen a small boy being dashed through the emergency
intake, apparently, he had been found in Ishikari river and in a comatose
state. She silently wondered if this woman were his mother. She had not seen a
lot of the features except a similar hair color. "Is she really his mother?"
 
"F-fujinuma Satoru, I'm his mother Fujinuma Sachiko."The color immediately
drained from the female nurse's face, she saw the woman standing in front of
her, shedding tears. The nurse took a deep breath as she stood up and
excused herself before running to get Satoru's doctor. She ran, turning left,
then turning right and left again.
 _______________________________________________________________________________
"Nakamura-san, the boy's mother is here..."She said as her gaze met the floor
underneath her.
 
"I'll go and meet her, the conversation should be private.  Could you guide her
to my office, Jensen?"
 
"Yes, Nakamura-san."
 
 "Thank you." He said walking away, fading in the distance. Fading just like
Satoru's memories did by the lack of oxygen.
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Sachiko sat slumped in a red chair, tears dripping from her eyes. Her only son
had beenraped, touched, drenched and kidnapped. The man who had done this would
pay, she was torn between sorrow anger. She wanted her precious little son to
be okay and safe, hold him in her arms until he fell asleep. Hear him laugh,
hear his silly apologies after playing with his friends too long. She wanted to
wrap her hands around the man's neck and strangle him, stab him, until no
screams could be heard. Not a single reaction from his body and she would be
happy. Maybe she was a murderer herself for thinking like that but-
 
"Fujinuma?"
 
"Ye-yes."She said standing up.
 
"You can't see him but the doctor needs to have a word with you."
 
"I want to see my son."She sobbed out.
 
"I'm really so-"
 
"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, MY CHILD HAS BEEN FOUND IN A RIVER. A FUCKING RIVER,
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I WANT TO SEE HIM?!" The waiting room quieted down at her
sudden outburst. Their faces looked at them in shock.
 
"Fujinuma-san I don't have children myself but I can imagine how hard it must
be for you. Please just follow me to the doctor's office." Sachiko's body
untensed and more tears formed in her eyes.
 
"I'm really sorry... I should not have taken out my frustration on you."
 
"It's okay, I've heard worse." The nurse said with a sad smile forming on her
western features. The nurse was quite tall in Japan, shoulder lengthed blond
hair, ocean blue eyes, and extremely pale.
 
***** Hans största misstag *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm trying out different layouts for this story, please tell me which
     one you prefer!
     Thank you, I'm extremely grateful for all the reads, comments,
     bookmarks and kudos!
His biggest mistake
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The woman fiddled with her fingers as she followed the nurse to another room
with the scent of death, sadness, hope, dread and much more. When they arrived
at the doctor's office her gut twisted from the anticipated news, she never
wanted to give up on her son but something was so wrong... He was in a comatose
state, a state of nothingness, an empty void with only you in it. His mother
hoped he would not feel any pain at the moment, her sweet, innocent, clean
angel had been drowned in sins. Sins that hopefully would be a judgement of
where the rapist would go after death. Sachiko hoped for hell, an eternity of
pain, burning, and punishment. Lucifer ripping off his skin, making his insides
burn of the fire who would represent her anger and hatred for him. A hope of
him being sexually assaulted by demons, having their burning sexes' push in him
unprepared for hours, years and a full eternity. Maybe she was losing herself,
but who wouldn't want the person who had hurt your own Child to die and being
wiped out from existence.
"Fujinuma-san,please have a seat. I'm Dr. Nakamura you had a conversation with
on the phone. I would like to apologize for being so straightforward on the
call, I should have taken more caution." He said bowing as he shook Sachiko's
right hand. Nakamura had Deep wrinkles on his tanned forehead, Purple bags
under his Eyes and a very slim figure, he was probably in his mid-50s' at the
time at the look of a normal Eye. Sachiko shook his hand trying to look in his,
trying to not break down in front of him.
"Nice to meet you..." She said as their hands untangled and feet moving over to
chairs.
"First of all I would like to deplore for this incident, it's truly horrific."
Sachiko stayed silent at his Words and slumped further back into the hospital
chair. He sighed at the remark from her side but he chose to not argue due to
the circumstances of the situation.
"He's in a comatose state for the moment, his brain seems to be damaged by the
oxygen loss... But thanks to the cold temperature in the river his body froze
down which means the body responds to oxygen intake and compatibility for a
respirator. If it would have been warmer outside, maybe summer Satoru would not
have made it and had died instantly." The mother gritted her teeth, she was so
torn between sorrow and anger.
"The sexual assault...?" She whispered as a transparent fluid gleamed on her
cheeks.
"Yes... I've myself taken a look at it, Deep Purple bruises were found on his
neck, thighs, waist and around his anus. His anus has been stretched and
penetrated, from what I saw, he also had Nail marks around his waist and
shoulder. Everything implies it was a man but I guess you already had assumed
it, am I correct?
"Yes, Nakamura-san..." Her body trembled at Everything she had Heard being
spoken directly to her face.
"C-can I please see him?..." She pleaded with the elderly man. He took a Deep
breath and sighed.
"Fujinuma-san, right now he is in intensive care... But I can see what I can do
for you he said with a faint smile on his lips.
"Thank you so much, can I ask you a question?"
"Yes."
"How did you identify him so fast?"
"A nurse recognized him, her daughter is in your son's class."
"Oh..."
 
Yashiro licked at the stains of his discarded pants, he could not get enough of
the taste of Satoru's blood, so salty, flavorful and addicting. He knew it
would be risky to keep the pair of pants, but he would be reckless and keep
them. To be reminded of Satoru, even after having sex with him and killing him
(or so he thought) he felt like something was missing, he had enjoyed their fun
time more than drenching him. He realized he had probably made a huge mistake,
he did not feel that thrill anymore which he had felt while fucking Satoru,
connecting their lips. Feeling Satoru's body tremble under him screaming that
it felt gross and hurt. Oh fuck, he had really made a mistake, he could feel
the emptiness consuming him more than ever. He sat in the darkness of his
bedroom, tapping at his naked left legs. Darkness was consuming him,
surrounding him. Fuck... he needed Satoru right there and then. It was
something special with the boy, at the age of 11 he had foiled Yashiro's plans
multiple times and the thing he had screamed weakly at Yashiro really made him
wonder "could Satoru really see the future?" Or had it been something he
desperately said to get saved, Gaku was confused at this moment. Before he knew
it the clock was 4 in the morning and he needed to be at work 6:30 AM and if he
guessed right there would probably a meeting involving Satoru's death and a
murderer lose. He rose up from his futon and looked at the mirror, the
reflection of himself showed a tired teacher with the spider's thread atop of
his head. He slowly made himself into the cramped kitchen making himself off to
a cupboard. He lifted out a red plain cup, putting it down on the kitchen roll.
He put on the coffee brewer and sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen.
He once again started to tap but this time on the table. His face scrunched up
in distress every second had started to feel like an eternity, he felt so
alone. 
He poured himself the coffee into his red large cup, it was steaming. The
bitter smell hit his nostrils as he looked down into the liquid. It was almost
black, a color often associated with the mysterious thing called death. He
sighed as he picked it up with his right hand and lifted it up to his lips,
blowing some air on it in a small attempt of cooling it down. His lips parted
as the coffee went down his throat, he grimaced. The coffee was disgusting, way
too strong for his liking. He put it down and sighed. Had he just committed the
biggest mistake of his life? Gaku’s lips dropped into a small frown as his eyes
closed. He had never cried in his whole life, not even when Spice had died but
a tear forced itself out of his left eye and then another. His body started to
violently shake as he broke down into small sobs. His hands reached for the
black strands of hair located on his head and pulled in distress.  He sat like
that for 1 and a half hour. It was like a trance, just sitting there crying,
pulling at your hair and feeling helpless and empty.
A call woke Yashiro up from his state. He went over to the phone and expected
what the call would contain. The woman on the other line was the principal
telling him there would be an urgent emergency meeting in a half an hour during
a grave incident regarding a student in his class. She then told him something
that made his mind go blank.
"The mother stated that he was in a comatose state." Relief flew over Yashiro
but just as it consumed his body he went back to the saddened to he had spoken
in.
"Have you seen the news?" She asked.
"No M'am I haven't but I don't have time for it, half an hour? He repeated.
"Yes, be here as soon as possible, Goodbye."
"Goodbye." The call ended, he fell to his knees. Satoruhis Satoru had survived.
 
"Spice, I'm coming for you. We'll be together, you'll be mine
__________________
"Please die" and the trigger went off
 
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