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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game)
  Character:
      Himemiya_Tori
  Additional Tags:
      Ryona
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-31 Words: 3102
****** kawari ******
by furaidee
Summary
     Yuzuru calls Tori to an emergency meeting.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
This was the place, alright. Why he wanted to meet Tori here, and why it was
labeled an ‘emergency,’ Tori didn’t know. The shed near the track and field of
Yumenosaki wasn’t exactly a place for student council to hold a meeting, much
less one of importance. It must have been something that called for discretion,
so with a hesitant push, the fifteen-year-old creaked open the door.
“Yuzuru?” He called out a bit sheepishly. Not only was the location creepy, but
Yuzuru himself could be quite unnerving. Especially since the events of the
circus… he was completely ready to cut him into two! Oh no, had Yuzuru found
out that he had slipped some of today’s raw veggie bento into a napkin when he
wasn’t looking? Oh no, oh no! That’d be bad, really bad! Yuzuru gets so scary
when he doesn’t eat the food he made for him… and to meet in a shed!
There was no response to his call however, and Tori felt prompted to take a few
small steps inside to get a better look. At least there was no sound of a
chainsaw revving up.
He glanced over the shelves filled with jump ropes, scooters, and basketballs,
a fine layer of dust having settled on them. There really wasn’t any place for
Yuzuru to hide, especially with how tall he was. Ugh, he hated that! Why wasn’t
he getting any taller, huh?!
With a loud ‘hmph!’ out of both contempt and relief, Tori whipped out his
cellphone. The screen was bright in the tiny, dark shack. The only light came
from cracks between the wall planks and roof, the shed completely absent of any
windows or electricity. Quickly swiping back to the last message he received,
he shifted his hips, his weight resting on his left side. Hmm, just as he
thought, this was the place specified, and the text was definitely from
Yuzuru’s phone number.
UGH!
Of course Yuzuru would be late to his own meeting! It was exactly 5:00pm, just
like how the message specified, and yet there was no one but Tori. Making him
waste his precious time like this, that idiotic slave would pay.
“Stupid Yuzuru!” Tori growled, clicking his phone’s screen off and shoving it
into his pocket. Well he wasn’t going to wait around for him all day,
especially in such a dark and dusty shed. It was gross, to put it frankly, and
incredibly unfitting for such royalty like himself. If he stayed here any
longer, he’d be sure to run into some kind of huge, scary, nasty bug!
A cold shiver of fear ran through him at the thought alone. With a swift 180
degree turn, he shook the bangs from his eyes and pushed the door back open.
Oh? Just then a hand from the outside yanked the door open and out of Tori’s
slim fingers. Cringing from the sudden sunlight, he saw only Yuzuru’s tall
silhouette before him.
“Finally! I’ve been waiting forever for you!” Tori spat, crossing his arms
before him and turning away from him in anger. He waited for his impending
apology, but no words came, and then the door clicked closed. Peeking an eye
open, once again surrounded by darkness, something felt wrong. Two other
shadowed figures came out from behind the first - or were there more? “W-who
are y-“
But before he could finish, a hand shot out before him so fast that he had no
time to react at all. Tori’s head was yanked upward hard, the hand gripping at
his bangs hard enough to pull out a few strands of hair. With a surprised
grunt, Tori’s eyes shut instinctually from the pain as his own hands reached
up, pushing back. But standing less than five feet tall, he wasn’t very strong
and his efforts to fight looked more like a little kid flailing back at his
much-larger bully.
It was useless.
The hand now fisting his hair in a clump tore up and up until Tori’s toes were
barely scraping against the floorboards a few centimeters below him. His pastel
sneakers skid as his tried to keep his weight on the ground and not have his
whole self hanging by his hair only.
“Ow ow ow!! That hurts! Hey, I said that hurts, you meanie!” Tori whined, his
eyes still unadjusted to the dark. He really had no idea who this was, but this
strength wasn’t Yuzuru’s, even if angry Yuzuru was pretty strong! Managing his
weight on his tippy-toes he growled, “Get your dirty hands off me!”
The man only smirked. Just as he started to get a glimpse of the figure’s
identity, another hand balled into a fist coming from his right punched him
hard in the mouth.
Sudden blackness: for a second everything turned pitch black, like the lights
in his brain had just been knocked out. His headache began with a loud, hard
throb on the side of his head. The pounding of his blood in his ears was loud
like no other noise he had heard before. Blinking rapidly, Tori tried to regain
his senses, or at least his sight. His whole body now lay strewn across the
cold dirty floor.
What was going on? The pink-haired boy gingerly touched the side of his face,
because there was no way he had actually been hit that hard, right? It didn’t
make any sense. His fingers slipped down his chin, wet with the blood that
dribbled down his mouth.
With a surprised grunt, Tori’s head was ripped back as something dark came over
his eyes. His hands jumped to his face to pull the black cloth from around his
eyes but his movements were drunk and clumsy. It was as if he hands did not
belong to him, and only seemed to work at half their usual capacity.
‘This can’t be happening.’ The thought came, despite his brain being so drowsy
and sluggish as he still reeled from the impact. It didn’t hurt, at least not
yet. Finally getting in a breath, Tori stumbled to his feet, still clutching
poorly at his face as if to nurse it back to health.
“W-wha ah you…” He slurred, his jaw numb as he stood his ground. Squinting
through the fabric tied tightly around his head, he could see they were clad in
the same uniform as him, but their faces were too blurry to discern. Still they
did not respond. “Why…”
“This is retribution.” Said a distant-sounding voice, quickly followed up by a
strong blow directly into Tori’s gut.
“GH-!” The young boy gasped hoarsely as he took the punch, tears clouding his
eyes, his stomach gurgling in harsh wrenches and chugs. It was now or never, he
thought. Taking a few steps back and away, Tori suddenly swerved to the side
and made a dash for the exit. It was futile though, as his movements had been
dulled and heavy and his small frame was snatched up before he could get so far
as even a few feet.
“Y-you’re kidding, right?” He laughed, both at his situation and himself for
such a lame display.
With nowhere else to go, pushed back against the shelves, the crates of gym
equipment clattered as Tori’s ears rang. His whole body felt as heavy as an
anvil as he coughed relentlessly. It hurt, oh God it hurt, it hurt! Where were
his slaves, his commoners, to save him from these brutes!
“I-I…!” He felt that familiar burning hot pain deep in his chest that screamed
for release, and before he knew it hot tears were pouring from his eyes. This
wasn’t happening right? His lungs weren’t working anymore, he couldn’t inhale
despite how hard he tried. It was like his body was failing him, one organ
after another.
“Disgusting…” He grumbled under his breath, his fingers gripping the shelf
behind him for support.
“What was that?”
Gritting his teeth, Tori looked up in defiance. “Disgusting! You’re filthy,
disgusting maggots!”
That icy stare was completely lost under the blindfold, but his words did
reach. A voice not his chuckled, and that was all the warning he had. The next
thing he knew, all the air in his lungs had swiftly ejected itself from even
its deepest recesses as the next punch pounded his frail body into the
unbending shelf behind. With nowhere for the momentum to go his stomach took
the full force of that well-trained fist gut-punching him.
Frozen in place, the man muscular arm still horizontally digging into Tori’s
tummy, Tori’s body lurched in spasms as his nerves struggled to process the
direct hit. But before the pain registered, he was thrust forward by another
hand on his throat, squeezing tight as Tori was lifted from the ground.
Suspended in the air by the now two hands clenching around his neck, his
ragdoll of a body took yet another punch. He needed air, oxygen, he needed to
breathe! But his body was shutting down. His diaphragm refused to expand, as it
quivered in shock along with the rest of his organs. Ahh, was it darker in
here? Oh, no it… wasn’t tha… he was, fading? His head pounded as his vision got
spotty, his body bursting with adrenaline but unable to get the oxygen it
craved. His feet kicked lightly along the back of the bookshelf, looking for a
way to take some of the pressure off his neck and onto his feet.
So he was passing out, huh?… From something as random and ridiculous as this…?
Yuzuru… where was Yuzuru….
Let go. Tori’s body crashed to the floor, his limbs splayed awkwardly as his
head smacked the ground so hard it bounced. The spike of pain jolted him from
his blurring conscious and he inhaled hard and sharply. It hurt to breathe,
especially this roughly and suddenly. Gasping for air like a runner gulping
down water after a sprint, oxygen burning his raw throat. But he was in no
condition to control his body’s needs. He failed to realize that he had even
lost control of his bladder, his pants sopping wet as he lay nigh motionless.
Clutching at his chest his whole being focused on pulling and pushing oxygen in
and out of his lungs. Only when a floorboard creaked under the weight of one of
the men did his brain remember what the hell had just been happening.
He meant to scream as he folded in on himself but his throat was so fucked it
came out a strangled, dying cry.
“S-stop,” He pleaded with the unknown bullies, grabbing at his stomach in a
pain that wracked his body in tremors. Everything around him was pulsing in
hard throbs, or was it just him?
“The way you treat us is disgusting.”
A hand pulled him over by the shoulder, leaving Tori on his back as
consciousness came back.
It was as if his body had forgotten how to inhale or exhale, his diaphragm
completely frozen as his brain gasped for air. Panic struck fast once he felt
physically unable to inhale, and his vision fogged with anxiety and lack of
oxygen. Twitching in pain and panic, Tori lay crumpled on the ground as tears
came to his bright eyes.
He didn’t understand. Retribution? For what? He and his unit had won in the
dream festival last week, so maybe he had made that unit’s fans angry. No, that
didn’t make any sense because even if the other units were much lesser than the
beloved fine, their fans wouldn’t stoop to this low of a level… would they?
Oh. He was being kicked. It must have been a few already because his whole body
had actually shifted a few centimeters from the beating, and the speck of dust
he had had his eye on seemed a little closer. And there he remained, unmoving,
fading in and out of reality.
“Listen-” A voice came, but from where? Everything was echoing, his eardrums
trembling under the heavy burden pounded into his body. Grasping at the last
bit of resolve in his heart, he held his breath and awaited the next words.
“To tell you the truth, it’s got nothing directly to do with you. Me hating
your guts just makes this job easier.” He chuckled twice before falling silent.
The sound of Tori’s ragged breath and the cry of summer cicadas filled the
emptiness. “It’s about your unit, your leader… Eichi.”
A jolt of fear jumped Tori back into full consciousness.
“You… wouldn’t!” the pink haired boy forced out between hiccups of tears and
fright. “Don’t touch the President! H-he’s… mine, you know…”
“Yours?” The words felt like venom sinking into his blood stream as he was
yanked up by his bangs again. “Hmm. Well, if we are not to lay a finger on
Eichi, why don’t…” The large hand gripping at him slid down the side of his
face, gently thumbing away a freshly fallen tear. This touch… it felt familiar,
didn’t it?
“Why don’t you take his place?”
— — —
“Dude, don’t fuck his face up too bad. He’s gotta still be recognizable in the
pics.”
“Shit. Yeah, you’re right.”
— — —
“Hey… you know?…”
“Like this, he kinda looks like a girl.”
“The hell?!”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“That’s sick, bro! He’s got a dick you know.”
“Yeah but… from this angle, you really can’t tell.”
“Plus, a mouth’s a mouth, right?…”
— — —
Consciousness. Followed by sharp, stabbing pain.
Tori came to with a harsh cough, and then a second, and then before he knew it,
there was vomit everywhere.
“Oh fuck. He puked.”
He needed to get up… pushing himself off the dirty ground, his small hands
slipping in his own stomach’s contents. He was on the floor again, and when he
picked his face up once again, the semen in his vomit drew thin before breaking
and slopping to the dirt below.
Another thrust sent a shockwave through his broken body, and with animalistic
instinct alone he groaned. Only with a turn of his head behind him did he put
the pieces back together. The texts, the meeting, the threats…
Eichi… Everything was for him.
A soft chuckle slipped through the pink-haired boy’s gritted teeth. Taking a
deep breath, his lungs shuddered and threatened to give like windows in a
tornado.
“You lowlifes.” Tori murmured with a smile, his words quiet against the sound
of skin slapping. This was their worst?
“Fuck, tight-” The man above him moaned, his large hands leaving imprints on
Tori’s delicate, thin hips. Spreading his stance a bit wider and re-adjusting,
the anonymous figure pushed Tori’s shoulder’s back down. With a soft whine,
Tori’s face was pushed into his own puke and random men’s semen again. And with
every pound of those hips above him, his face slid in the cesspool.
Ah, they must have not heard him. Well, that was okay. Everything was alright
now…
‘It’s not like it matters anymore.’ Tori thought, moaning with the next hard
push against his ass. Blood dripping down his bare thighs, he giggled under his
breath.
“Oh shit, he’s awake.”
Rough, callused hands grabbed both his arms, pulling him up so he was only on
his knees, the man behind him shoving his cock in even deeper, hitting the
curve of his intestines.
With a hard stutter, Tori’s voice broke as he came hard, his cum splashing into
his puddle of vomit. The dick inside him refused to let up, despite how tightly
Tori’s guts squeezed him. He felt his eyes roll back as he was fucked through
his orgasm, and every time that thick cock in his ass hitting his intestine’s
curve, another spurt of cum shot from his small dick.
“Feels good…!” He gasped loudly, slamming his hips down against the cock inside
him. He met each thrust with his own pushes back, feeling so much and so
intensely, he could go crazy. Or was he, already?
“Hahaha! Oh my god.” Barked a deep voice to his left. “He’s fucking broken.”
“Please,” Tori whined, grinding his hips down onto the stranger’s cock. An even
more twisted smile curled at his lips as he felt warmth enclose around his neck
and squeeze. The cut of blood flow and oxygen sent stars spinning in his head
as he felt his head loll to the side.
“Mess me up, ruin me! More, more, even more!” He commanded, drool and leftover
stomach acid dripping from his bruised lips. “Do your worst!”
As if they could say no.
 
— — —
 
“What a pitiful sight. The poor young master.”
“Be sure to apologize to Yuzuru for us, Tori. We had to take his phone by…
force, if you know what I mean.” Laughter, harsh and cruel came as the
cellphone clacked against the floor, thrown in an after thought. Tori had not
the strength to even reach out and rescue it before a foot came down and
smashed it to pieces.
“Y-Yu…” Tori began, but syllables were too hard to push out. He left like he
was tumbling, tripping over himself, unable to regain his composure. His lips
moved but no sound came, too ashamed to be seen like this. He felt a shiver run
through him as his bowels churned and cramped, and in a flash he grabbed at his
stomach as a fat globule of cum spurted out. It took all he had in him to
suppress the gagging, for he knew if he started, he’d only end up heaving up
bile. Any contents of his stomach had been emptied long ago.
Unaware of his surroundings and lost in thought, Tori’s vision blurred as his
being was thrust down the spiral staircase of self loathing. He felt chilled to
the bone, so cold he might die. Death? Then again, dying now might be the best
option….
A sudden breeze brushed Tori as Yuzuru swooped his jacket over Tori’s small
shoulders. Before he could react, he was being held close.
“Boucchama… Please do not worry,” The dark haired boy spoke quietly, as he
wrapped his arms around Tori. He really was a tiny, young master, after all. So
small, so delicate… fragile, even. “You’re going to be okay.”
“Y-y-y-“ Tori stuttered, his head buried in Yuzuru’s chest. He was so warm, and
soon tears found themselves in his eyes again. But these were different - they
were of relief. He finally had what he had been begging, pleading, and dying
for.
“Stay by my side-“ the young boy choked out, sniffling hard as he took a gulp
of breath. His fists tightened as he clutched Yuzuru’s blazer. “F-forever,
okay?”
He smiled.
“Forever.”
End Notes
     Thank you so much for reading this! I really love Tori, you know? I'm
     sorry Tori, I'll write something happy next time.
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