Lupercalia Horror
When Light was twelve, he already had his life planned out (rather, it had been planned out for him, but he told himself it was what he wanted and pushed away anything that suggested he might want something else). Light was going to go to university, like his father. Light was going to become a policeman, like his father. Light was going to be someone his family could be proud of, like his father.
When Light was fourteen, the future he'd spent his life being groomed for was stolen from him forever.
***
He wakes up with a splitting headache, thoughts muddled. He doesn't recognise the room he finds himself in. He doesn't recognise the smells, he doesn't recognise the noises, he doesn't recognise the voices he can hear outside and he can't focus enough to make out what they're saying.
He does recognise that he's naked. His first thought is to find clothes. Maybe if he calls for help...
The door opens before he can decide whether that would be a good idea. The man who looks through it smirks at him, eyes lingering on his body in a way no one has ever dared before. "I'd say he's ready."
Ready for what, he wonders for a moment, but then he can feel her and it explains everything.
She's alone, and she wants her pack, she wants a partner, she wants to fight-hunt-kill, raise-voice-and-call-for-pack, she wants to not-be-alone and he does too, and their feelings merge, the loneliness and anger and he shares hate and she shares need because this, this is why their captors have taken them, because she is in heat and he can no more resist her body's cravings than she herself can.
***
He doesn't remember what happens to him after that. Not clearly.
He's grateful.
***
She thinks that he'll blame her, once it's over. His mind touches on old learned prejudices - that bondwolves are merely animals, that to share a bond with one is to be reduced to an animal yourself - and she knows them, recognises them from far too many other boys whose minds she's been forced to share. But he is lonely; lonelier, perhaps, than those other boys. More clever, certainly. More cunning. And more willing to accept a connection he has been taught to despise, because animal or no she's the only one to ever see past his masks and care about him anyway.
They escape. She shares what she can tell of their prison, and he uses the knowledge to work out guard shifts and location and many other things that she doesn't understand, and they flee side-by-side and leave behind them a brothel-cum-porn-studio in flames.
They're still in Japan. He hugs her neck tight, thrilled that the two of them have conquered such a mighty foe - and for a fourteen-year-old and single wolf a criminal gang is a mighty foe indeed - and starts planning a route to the nearest embassy, to protect her from the laws that will look so harshly on their bond.
***
Their luck runs out before they find one.
***
"...As an acknowledged sentient being, you are responsible for your influence on the defendent. As something other than human, you are judged to have reached the legal age of majority for your species. Therefore, you are charged with multiple instances of rape. You are charged with kidnap. You are charged with arson. You are charged with treason..."
"...As the accused cannot be hanged, punishment is to be death by electrocution..."
***
Sachiko hugs her son tightly as he screams and writhes, taking vicious satisfaction in the destruction of the devil-creature that has done this to him.
Soichiro stands and observes with bitter pleasure as the young bitch is electrocuted.
Light screams, driven to near-madness as he suffers the death of the only person to ever really accept him - and knows that she's dying because of him.
When Light was fourteen, the future he'd spent his life being groomed for was stolen from him forever.
***
He wakes up with a splitting headache, thoughts muddled. He doesn't recognise the room he finds himself in. He doesn't recognise the smells, he doesn't recognise the noises, he doesn't recognise the voices he can hear outside and he can't focus enough to make out what they're saying.
He does recognise that he's naked. His first thought is to find clothes. Maybe if he calls for help...
The door opens before he can decide whether that would be a good idea. The man who looks through it smirks at him, eyes lingering on his body in a way no one has ever dared before. "I'd say he's ready."
Ready for what, he wonders for a moment, but then he can feel her and it explains everything.
She's alone, and she wants her pack, she wants a partner, she wants to fight-hunt-kill, raise-voice-and-call-for-pack, she wants to not-be-alone and he does too, and their feelings merge, the loneliness and anger and he shares hate and she shares need because this, this is why their captors have taken them, because she is in heat and he can no more resist her body's cravings than she herself can.
***
He doesn't remember what happens to him after that. Not clearly.
He's grateful.
***
She thinks that he'll blame her, once it's over. His mind touches on old learned prejudices - that bondwolves are merely animals, that to share a bond with one is to be reduced to an animal yourself - and she knows them, recognises them from far too many other boys whose minds she's been forced to share. But he is lonely; lonelier, perhaps, than those other boys. More clever, certainly. More cunning. And more willing to accept a connection he has been taught to despise, because animal or no she's the only one to ever see past his masks and care about him anyway.
They escape. She shares what she can tell of their prison, and he uses the knowledge to work out guard shifts and location and many other things that she doesn't understand, and they flee side-by-side and leave behind them a brothel-cum-porn-studio in flames.
They're still in Japan. He hugs her neck tight, thrilled that the two of them have conquered such a mighty foe - and for a fourteen-year-old and single wolf a criminal gang is a mighty foe indeed - and starts planning a route to the nearest embassy, to protect her from the laws that will look so harshly on their bond.
***
Their luck runs out before they find one.
***
"...As an acknowledged sentient being, you are responsible for your influence on the defendent. As something other than human, you are judged to have reached the legal age of majority for your species. Therefore, you are charged with multiple instances of rape. You are charged with kidnap. You are charged with arson. You are charged with treason..."
"...As the accused cannot be hanged, punishment is to be death by electrocution..."
***
Sachiko hugs her son tightly as he screams and writhes, taking vicious satisfaction in the destruction of the devil-creature that has done this to him.
Soichiro stands and observes with bitter pleasure as the young bitch is electrocuted.
Light screams, driven to near-madness as he suffers the death of the only person to ever really accept him - and knows that she's dying because of him.