Title: Prodigy Child (con't) Author: Miyama Hayashi Ishida Rating: R Miyako looked up from the floor when the door opened. "It is I, my lady." Toji said. "What?" she muttered, and sat up straight. "I am here to give my Lady a message from my Master." Toji smiled. "If it's from that jerk, then I don't want to know." She replied. Toji frowned. "My lady?" "You heard me. I don't want to know." Miyako ran a hand through her tangled hair. "My lady, I regret that I must tell you because that is what my Master wants me to do." Toji shut the door, walked across the room to Miyako and sat cross-legged in front of her. "I can't win with you, can I?" "If what you want is not what my Master wishes, then I am afraid that you will have to do without, my Lady." Toji replied. Miyako looked at Toji, and shook her head. "He has you totally brainwashed, you know that?" "Brainwashed, my Lady?" Toji questioned. Miyako sighed. "Never mind. Now what is it that you have to tell me?" Toji's face brightened. "My Master has decided that he wants to see you, my lady, in an hour's time. He has graciously made space in his day to see that you are well cared for." Toji was grinning ear to ear. Miyako panicked. "He's coming here? To see me? In an hour? But why? No! No, he can't. He can't! Tell him that I don't want to see him. Tell him I don't want anything to do with him!" Miyako shook her head almost violently. "Tell him not to come? But my Lady, why would you not want to see my Master?" Toji was very confused. "Why wouldn't I want to see him?! The bastard has ruined my life!" Miyako was crying. "My Master has not ruined your life, my lady, simply made a change in it that was destined to happen, that is all. Everything that happens, happens for a reason." Miyako started laughing. "Simply changed my life, huh? Toji, go and tell 'your Master' this: if he ever tries to 'change my life' again, then I will remove anything that could possible help him to do so. And tell him he can go fuck himself." Toji stared at the floor for a moment after Miyako said this. He slowly stood up without lifting his face, and turned towards the door. "If you do not want to see my Master, my Lady, then I will tell him so. I do not want to see you unhappy, my Lady, for it will harm the child in you." "Why do you care about the brat in me?" Miyako asked. Toji ignored Miyako and left the room. He leaned against the closed door behind him, trying not to cry. "I don't know why. I just do…" ~~~~~ "Really now?" Ken laughed, "ten minutes ago you wanted me to go to her, and now you want me to stay away? Toji, you are more stupid then I thought." He walked over to Toji and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Master?" "Did I tell you to speak?" ken replied, backhanding Toji across the face. Toji looked at the floor. "No master." "Explain to me why I shouldn't visit her?" Ken chuckled. "Master, my lady is not exactly as… thrilled as I though she would be and-" "So you were wrong, yet again, Toji. Why am I not surprised? Just for that, not only will I visit her today, but every day until my heir is born." Ken grabbed Toji's shoulders and threw him to the right out of his way. "Come Toji." Ken walked to the door. "Let's go see how the wench is panicking." ~~~~~ Miyako looked at the door and stood up when she heard the creaking sound it made. "Toji, I told you I-" "Didn't want to see me today. And, as I recall, that I should go fuck myself." Ken opened the door all the way and stood in the doorway. Miyako's face went as white as a sheet. "I think that visiting you is much more fun." "Fuck you Ichijouji!" Miyako yelled. Ken chuckled. "I already have. Do you want me that much?" she bushed and turned away. "What do you want?" Miyako muttered. "Why, to see how you are." Ken walked across the room, stood beside her and touched her hair. She moved her head and spat in his face. Ken removed his sunglasses and wiped them off. "Really now. Is that the way you should respond to the father of you child?" he replaced the glasses and grinned at her. "Don't touch me, don't talk to me, and don't visit me. Stay the hell away from me, bastard." She replied. Ken stopped grinning and before she could protest, pinned her to the wall by her throat. He placed his forehead to hers. "You are the last person in the world to tell me what to do. I do what I want, when I want, how I want to do it. And the only thing you can do is to fight me so I can have even more pleasure in tormenting and dominating you." Miyako closed her eyes, trying not to burst into tears that would please him. He grinned at her attempt. "I will be back to see you tomorrow, and hopefully you will be in a slightly better mood, especially for what I have planned for you. Or even better, maybe you'll fight back and make it even more fun. For me, anyways." He kissed her forehead and let go, causing her to fall to the ground, red in the face, choking as she tried to breath normally again. He walked to the door and grinned at her. "Goodnight, princess." He shut the door behind him, and took away the light. ~~~~~ Miyako cried herself to sleep that night and this soon became a ritual of hers. Ken, who visit every day at the same time, usually with some toy or another. She ached all over, all the time, but nothing ken did to her was serious enough that she had to seek professional attention. Toji tended all of her wounds. ~~~~~ "My lady, I have brought you something to eat." Toji smiled in the dark, and sat in front of Miyako. "Not now Toji." She replied, concentrating on something in her hands. "My lady, to what plot are you trying to reach?" "Toji, what are you talking about?" she replied, looking up. Toji thought a moment. "What are you doing?" "I'm trying to bend these chains enough so I can slip out of them." She said, and showed him how she had twisted the chains already. She could almost get her hand through on of the loops. "My lady, I do not think what you are doing is of any good to your health." "Toji, be quiet." "My lady, if my master finds you trying to escape then you will be very sorry. He does not take kindly to those who 'wish to be magicians,' although I am not sure what a magician is." "Toji?" "I tried to run away once, before I knew that I was to be at my master's side forever, and that a good master does to me what he does. My master caught me, and taught me a very valuable lesson." Miyako dropped the chains and stared at Toji. "Why? What did he do to you?" Toji glanced behind him at the door, and then sighed. "You will not tell my master that I showed you?" Toji whispered. "No, of course not." Miyako nodded. Toji moved the plate of food away from him a few feet, took off his shirt and turned around so Miyako could see his back. "Oh Toji…" she said quietly. "It is not as bad as it looks my lady. Not anymore, anyway." "What did he do to you to scar you like this?" she replied in a low voice, and tentatively reached out her fingers to touch his skin. "You may touch my scars, if you wish my lady. I cannot feel my skin on my back so do not fear for hurting me." She paused a moment, and then ran her fingers down one of the long scars that started at Toji's neck and disappeared under the waist of his pants. "It looks as if he melted your skin Toji." She said. Toji smiled. "Is my master not ingenious? He had devised a way to cause the most pain possible with the least effort." Miyako's face went pale. "What did he do to you?" "Liquid silver, my lady. He stripped me and then poured small amounts down my back to make a intricate design." "He poured melted rock down your back?" "For hours he spent his precious time with me, teach me that he loved me enough to do to me what he would not do to any other living creature he had in his fortress." Miyako's eyes filled with tears, and she hugged Toji from behind. "My lady, why do you wrap your body around mine?" Toji asked, confused. "Oh Toji, you think torture is a good thing, and you don't even know what a hug is." She hugged him closer, and wept into his shoulder blade. "My lady, I do not understand. Why do you weep for my master's doings?" "Toji, when will you get it through your think skull that ken is a bad person? He can't do things like this to you! It's wrong, Toji, wrong." "My lady, it is you who does not understand. My master is showing how much he needs me by teaching me to listen to him." "Toji, I-" "I must go now, my lady. My master's visit is very soon, and he bids me to leave you alone with him when he is here." Toji rose to his feet, shirt in hand, and he left the room. Shortly after ken entered the room, bag in hand. "Good evening, princess. And how do I find you this evening?" "Oh, perfectly fine, except for the fact I'm chain to the wall in a dark cell in a dungeon in the middle of nowhere!" she replied. Ken chuckled. "Ah, in a good mood I see. Well, if you're in a good mood, then we can play a new game I have for you." Miyako stood up and stared Ken in the face. "Drop dead." "Today, we are going to play twenty questions." Ken grinned, ignoring the comment. He walked over to Miyako and placed the bag on the floor. He pulled out of the bag a large knife, a delicately carved dragon on either side, and recently polished. Miyako's eyes went wide open as he stepped closer towards her. "For ever question where I don't like your answer, this will happen." He grabbed her right arm, and cut a gash down the inside of her forearm diagonally. Miyako cried aloud. Ken grinned. "And for every time you voice your distaste for my opinion, this will happen." From the bag, he pulled out a blue bottle, also carved with the same dragon wrapped around the neck. He pulled out the cork and poured the clear liquid on the cut. Miyako screamed in pain this time. The bottle was filled with vinegar. "Understand?" Miyako nodded, tears in her eyes, whimpering. "Now princess, tell me. Do you like your accommodations?" Miyako glared at ken, and turned to stare at the floor. Ken grinned, and slashed the cheek that was facing him. Miyako brought a hand to her cheek, and felt the blood drip through her fingers to the floor. "Did I mention that you have to answer every question?" ken said with fake innocence. "Gee, I guess it slipped your mind." Miyako muttered. Ken pulled her hand away, slapped her, and threw vinegar in her face. Miyako screamed as the acidic liquid filled the cut, as well as her eyes. "No brownie points for sarcasm, princess. This is your only warning." Ken said, grabbing a handful of hair to make her look at him. Miyako nodded her head as she tried to get the vinegar out of her eyes. Ken smirked. "You are so pathetically weak, princess. I guess I'll have to toughen you up." Ken put down the knife and opened the bag again, pulling out a strap of leather, about three feet long. He pulled Miyako's hands away from her face and tied them together behind her back. "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" miyako wept. Ken laughed, and backhanded her. "I'm the one who asks the questions, princess. Now, tell me, what is your favorite feature?" "Huh?" "Your looks, stupid. What do you like the best about the way you look? Your eyes? Your hands? Your hair?" Miyako pressed herself against the wall, trying in vain to get as far from her captor as possible. "I don't know…" she replied. Ken grinned. "Well, then. We'll just have to start at the top and eliminate all possiblilities…" ken picked up the knife again, and grabbed Miyako by her hair, pulling her closer to him. "where to start first…" he whispered in her ear, tracing the knife up her arms and neck. Miyako was shaking. Ken stepped back, still holding Miyako's hair, and raised the knife above her head. "No, no, no, don't! don't, don't, don't, don't, don't!" she screamed. "What's wrong?" ken asked with fake concern. Miyako had wept enough that most of the vinegar had washed out of her eyes, and with her blurred vision soon saw purple strands on the floor. "What the?" she choked. "Well, seeing as though your hair isn't your favorite feature, I didn't think you would mind if I cut it all of." "Well you thought wrong, you bastard! Leave my hair alone!" she yelled, pulling her hair out of his hands and kneeing him hard enough that he fell backwards. He sat there for a moment, Miyako watching him, before getting up. "You fucking bitch." He muttered, holding one of his hands. "What happened, dearest? Fall on your knife? Maybe that's why little boys aren't supposed to play with sharp objects!" Miyako replied. Ken clenched his fists, ignoring his slashed hand. He strode over to Miyako, and held her face in his good hand. He kissed her forehead, and smiled at her. He then placed both his hands on her head and ripped two handfuls of hair out of her head. Miyako screamed in pain and fell to her knees, blood now dripping down the sides of her face. "Now, now, is the floor anyplace for a princess?" he made her stand by pulling what little hair she had left. "No, it's where a bastard like you deserves to crawl." She said in a strangely calm voice. Ken frowned, and slammed her against the hard stone wall behind her. He grabbed the neck of her shirt and tore away the dark blue fabric, leaving her with a bare chest. He ran a hand across her breasts, very gently so that she had goose bumps. Miyako shuddered. He stepped back, picked up the knife and the bottle. Miyako's eyes widened as her came closer, evil grin on his face. "It's sad how easily aroused you are, princess. So, to remind myself every time I want to take you, I'm going to leave a little note." Miyako pressed herself against the wall, and watched as ken came closer and lowered the knife to her chest. She tried desperately not to scream like her wanted, and even though she was weeping uncontrollably, managed not to cry out by the time he finished carving 'slut' across her chest. She couldn't help crying out when he poured the last of the vinegar into the wounds on her head, letting it run down her body to the gashes on her chest. ~~~~~ Miyama: well I think that's pretty good for now… I hope you guys like it… I don't usually have to write about things like this. But you know, it's kinda fun… the next part will be written very soon… *grins* please read and review! And I still need ideas for the baby's name… all Japanese names please! Thank you!