Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/14131665. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: F/M Fandom: No_Fandom Relationship: Budou_Ihei/Matsuka_Haine, Sakamoto_Junichi/Saiyuki_Honda, Budou_Ihei/ Sakamoto_Junichi Character: Budou_Ihei, Matsuka_Haine, Sakamoto_Junichi, Saiyuki_Honda, Naoyasu_Ken, Aizawa_Mori, Hayabusa_Shinji, Hayabusa_Hideyoshi, Matsuka_Ohta, Hayabusa Takeo, Matsuka_Haine's_Parents, Budou_Genkei, Budou_Kitiara, Budou_Etsudo Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con_Elements, Sexual_Content, Murder, Suicide, Triggers, Heartbreak, Unrequited_Love, Moving_On, Crushes, mafia, Gang_Rape, Japanese_Culture, Blood_and_Gore, Panic_Attacks, High_School, Guns, Character_Death Stats: Published: 2018-03-29 Words: 3471 ****** The Crying's Beginning ****** by DestinyWatch Summary "Now where did they go?" “Now… Where did they go?” - The low rumbling of the all black Lamborghini filled the air of dawn, the noise of the engine the only thing heard in the cool morning. Two teens stand in front of a large three story building, known as the Hospital for Injured People, both of them staring at each other with cold, red faces. Our main character Matsuka Haine stands before a petite girl with short, raven black hair, Budou Ihei, who is the younger sister of the infamous Budou Genkei, Tokyo’s scary and cool headed detective. - “I hope you got enough rest in that intolerable hospital bed, because we have a lot on our plate today.” Ihei raised an eyebrow at the older, taller teen, mouth set into a straight line. Haine nodded his head at this, far too intimidated by the cute yet semi-serious guardian he has to put up with. He decided to stay silent, regretting it afterwards when he saw the petite girl pout slightly. “Alright then. Get in the car, I’m sure Genkei is getting fed up with waiting.” Ihei murmured as she walked to the passenger side and entered the luxury car, Haine seating himself in the vehicle also.   Genkei sat in the driver’s seat, looking over at his baby sister as he watched her sink back into the comfortable seat. A thin, dark eyebrow lifted up as the detective looked in the rear view mirror to glare at Haine, who immediately looked away from the intimidating male. The radio hummed quietly, Ken the 390’s latest hit playing on the station. “So, where to first, Big Head?” Genkei questioned as he ran a large hand through his short black hair, his left hand on the steering wheel.   “We’re heading to the Academy first to pick up Haine’s uniform, after that you can drop us off at Mori’s.” Ihei responded quietly, looking out the tinted window as she fiddled with her fingers. Her older brother sighed before pulling out the parking lot and into the surprisingly not so busy road of Tokyo.   The road trip was quiet, the music turned up all the way and One OK Rock was blasting away. And, to ignore the awkward silence, Haine sang quietly to himself, the soft words of “We are~” escaping from his thin lips. He blushed a bright shade of chili pepper red when Ihei sent him a teasing smile.   Arriving at the Academy, Haine’s narrow eyes widened at the sight of how big the school was. A tall, beautifully designed, black iron fence separating the school from the outside. It seemed to be made of concrete, but something didn’t seem right due to the buzzer to get inside and the iron bars that were on the windows of the school. As Genkei drove past a sign, green eyes read the words plastered onto one of the arrows. Asylum.   “E-Excuse me, but what does Asylum me-.”   “You’ll find out on your first day. Don’t worry.” Ihei cut off the Japanese- French male, a bit of bite in her voice. Genkei parked a bit close to the office building, and something ticked inside of the seventeen year old when he saw the older man pull out a glock 9 from inside of the car compartment. “Wait, wait, wait…!” Haine exclaimed, practically ripping off his seatbelt as he rushed after the siblings that exited the car. “Gu-!”   “Shut the hell up, Matsuka.” Genkei hissed, glaring back at the lagging teen as he put his gun in the holster that was located on his thigh. The ravenette took the lead, pushing Ihei behind him as he took heavy steps towards the iron doors of the Office. Ihei looked back at her companion, big, chocolate brown eyes full of pity as she sent him a small, sad smile. “Just stay behind us, alright? You’ll be safe there.” Safe?   “S… Safe…?” He cocked his head to the side, steps faltering. “I’ll be… Safe…?” Ihei looked back at the male, concern in her eyes as Genkei followed her actions.   Rain began to pitter patter on the three individuals, slowly getting harder and harder until it was to the point where they could barely hear each other. “I’ll be safe?”   What the hell was going on? Haine’s vision began to blur, the last thing he saw was Ihei and her big brother rushing towards him. He could feel Ihei’s toned arms pulling him close, could hear the same words echoing in his head. Safe… Haine… Protect… Haine… Haine… Be… Safe…   Protect... Haine... Safe…   Haine… You… Safe…   … Safe…   “Stay behind us, Haine. You’ll be safe.”   Haine’s eyes shot open, locking with bright, crystal blue eyes staring at him with an authoritative look.  Hayabusa Takeo stared down at his best friend, thin eyebrows knitted together as he clenched his jaw tightly. Takeo had Haine gripped by the shoulders, shaking him back and forth suddenly. “Ya hear me, Haine?” He asked, annoyance laced in his voice. The said male nodded his head, looking around and seeing the familiar locker room of B.S. Metropolitan High School.   Wait a second…   “B.S. Metropolitan High School burned down earlier this year after those assholes sought out refuge there. The lockdown lasted for about two weeks and exactly two-hundred students died there, two of them being Hayabusa Takeo and your younger brother Matsuka Ohta.”   Genkei’s voice echoed through Haine’s head, and he had the urge to pinch himself because holy hell he has to be dreaming . “U-Um… Takeo, how long has the lockdown been in place?” Haine questioned the taller male, jumping when he heard someone cough behind him. Twirling around, the French-Japanese teen saw his younger brother sitting on the bench, head in his hands. “It’s been almost a week, we can’t contact anyone since there’s no fucking signal in this damn hell hole.” Takeo ranted, a scowl etching itself onto his handsome face. “We haven’t even heard from the police either, well last time we checked, which was before half of our faculty fucking got sticks shoved up their asses and a good chunk of our classmates got their asses torn open by guys who only got fucked by other inmates.” Inmates… They must be from the prison a few blocks away.   Ohta shot Takeo a glare, rolling his eyes at the venom in the older teen’s voice. “I know that you’re pissed off, but that shit ain’t gonna get us any fucking where.” The slender fifteen year old growled, pushing himself off the bench before approaching the other two. He ignored Haine’s attempt at a hug, allowing his brother to pull him into a tight hug. A rare thing to see. “I’m sure the police is trying to figure out a way to get us out of here right now, but it takes time. You have to understand that, Mr. I-Want-To-Be-A-FBI-Agent- After-I-Graduate. You should know that better than I.” Ohta pushed off Haine, pushed past Takeo, and made his way to the metal door that kept the threat out.   “O-Ohta…! Takeo, I’m sure he didn’t mean it-.”   “Did you forget how your own brother acts when he’s scared?” Takeo questioned, shaking his head, but the rage was evident in his face. Their eyes looked over at the short teen that leaned his head onto the door. “Shut it, Takeo.” He called out, voice shaking. “I just should’ve been better to Ma and Pa.” Flashes of all the times the young rebel got into arguments with their busy, rich parents went through Haine’s head, and a sad smile was directed to his upset sibling. “You should’ve.” Takeo agreed, nodding his head as he walked over to his brat of a friend. “But when we get out then you can cry into their arms and scream how much you’re sorry and how much you love them at the top of your lungs.” A remark that sounded like a tease, but the muscular blond meant it.   Haine watched from afar, eyebrows pinched together as he thought deeply of the situation. ‘If I already know how they went out, then maybe there’s a way that I can prevent their deaths. This could actually… This could actually be me in the past. Maybe I was sent here to change everything.’ A spark of excitement shot through Haine’s every being until he realized that he couldn’t remember anything of the incident that shook the whole world. ‘O… Oh no…! What if I make the same decisions I did last time, which led to me being with Ihei and Mr. Genkei at that scary ass Academy. Speaking of which…’ Haine’s green eyes watched Ohta cry into Takeo’s chest, who rested his chin on the kid’s head.   ‘I wonder how the-.” Out of nowhere, a loud bang came from the door, lights flickering on and off while the banging grew more frequent. Dents became a noticeable look on the locked door. Takeo and Ohta flew away from the door just as it flew open, revealing six heaving inmates, all staring at them with the same hungry gaze. Blood lust was evident in their crazed eyes. Haine’s heart stopped, blood running severely cold. “God damn it.”   “Okay.” Then he was gone. Ihei stared at the sleeping male, eyes glassy. She played with the ends of her short hair with one hand while the other grasped Haine’s slightly calloused one. Her teeth nipped at her pink bottom lips, pale cheeks flushed a light pink. “Haine when you wake up, make sure you tell me what you’re dreaming about.” She said softly, a small hand reaching out towards his face to wipe away his tears. “I want to know what happened those two weeks.” - - “I hope he’s going to be okay.” Ihei muttered as she pressed a hand against the hot skin of the boy’s forehead. They were once again in the hospital, Genkei just got off the phone with the Academy’s office, explaining the situation. “I’m sure he’s doing fine, Ihei.” Her brother gruffed out, slipping on his leather biker jacket as he closed his eyes. The fifteen year old looked over at her older brother, raising her small nub of eyebrows. “Where are you going?”   “I’m gonna go pick up Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Naoyasu and then head over to the Academy.” Genkei explained, steel colored eyes opening to stare at his sister. “After that then I’ll drop them off and bring the uniform and shit home. I’m sure Kitiara and Etsudo are wondering why I’m taking so long, so I’ll be spending the rest of the day with them before I have to go back to work.” He hummed, as he walked towards the door. He glanced over at Haine, who was once again in the insufferable hospital bed. His usual cold eyes softened.   “I’m sure he’s going to be okay, Sis.” And, just as he was about to walk out the room, he stopped. “Oh, and Ms. Saiyuki texted me earlier saying that your friends are coming over to keep you some company. Try not to turn the hospital upside down while you all are at it.”   “Okay.”   “Text me if he wakes up.”   “Okay.”   -   Haine struggled against his iron restraints as tears streamed down his face, his mouth was open as desperate cries and pleads tore through his throat, along with some of the blood that cascaded down his chin and into the small pool of the copper liquid beneath him. In front of him, Ohta was restrained to the bench, screeches of pain mixing with the sound of ripping and tearing. “Oh my god! Oh my g-ah! Kill me! Just kill me already! Ack!” His arms fought against the nails that pinned his hands down, blood spurting from the wound.   His stomach was cut open, the inmates cutting here and there with their sharp pocket knives. Tears streamed down Ohta’s face as no noises escaped from his parted lips, the pain too excruciating to the point he couldn’t make a sound. He mouthed a help me to Takeo who was bound beside him, before one of the criminals sliced his mouth open. A permanent smile, one cheek to the other. He stopped struggling and crying when one of their blades struck him through the neck, slicing through his brain stem.   Now it was Takeo’s turn, the seventeen year old already spewing out cusses and a bunch of damn slang. Haine felt numb, sobbing as his friend was forced across Ohta’s body, face smushed into guts of his former boyfriend. “Get the fuck off me!” He hissed before shouting in pain as the dead boy’s stomach acids made contact with his cheek, eating away at the flesh as his pants and boxers were pulled down to his knees and he was taken.   He didn’t stop screaming. His ear splitting shouts of agony making Haine’s ears ring as he was forced to watch his best friend get raped and eaten away by his baby brother’s stomach acids. Haine tried to move, but the three killers, pedophiles, and rapists that ensured he was pinned down kept him from moving.   Blood seeped from Takeo’s anal, coating his skin, his rapist’s hips, and the floor. He was silent after a few minutes of the brutal pounding and hissing from the acids, and Haine realized that he was gone. That was when Haine felt pure rage forming inside of him, he struggled even harder against the chains, the rough edges digging into his soft skin and tearing it open. “Fucking- LET ME GO!” He roared, vision red as he hyperventilated. Just as one of the inmates jumped at him there was a scream of “Get down!” and then shots were fired.   Bullets flew everywhere, one of them scraping Haine’s cheek. Two of the men behind him were shot in the back as they made a failed attempt to run for cover. As those two fell to the floor, the others rushed at the group in the locker room doorway before getting shot down like their friends. Right when the last man tumbled to the floor, slipping on the blood underneath his feet, and slammed his head against the corner of one of the benches, did the rounds stop.   Haine’s vision blurred, watching as a tall, buff man approached him, salt and pepper hair slicked back with sweat. Behind him were three other men, one of them he recognized as Genkei. They surrounded him, one of them yelling into his radio. “Gotta keep the blood at a minimal loss.” He heard Genkei whisper to himself as he felt a warm hand press into a wound on his shoulder. “Stay with us, kid.” - “GAH!” Haine sat up in a rush, sweat dripping down his forehead and beading on his upper lip as he breathed heavily. His eyes locked with Ihei’s and he relaxed when she gripped his wrist. “Calm down, Haine.” She said in a hushed voice. “We’re all here.” He cocked his head to the side, wincing at the sharp pain in his neck. “W-We?” Confused, he looked around, noticing five other people in the room with them. Tattoos, piercings, leather clothes, black clothes, baggy clothes- they looked like emo kids and gangsters! Delinquents!?!?   Haine began to shake, raising a pale hand to point at the tallest and scariest of them all. “Delinquents?” Once those words left his lips, Ihei began to panic as the scary man rushed forward before being pinned back by a fox. “Now, now, Junichi~. Take it easy~.” The man cooed, smiling from ear to ear as he looked over his shoulders at Haine. “It’s not nice to judge~. But I do understand where you’d get that assumption.”   Ihei pressed a small hand against her chest, tapping the left side of her chest rather frantically. “I thought I was about to be a witness to a murder.”   “Won’t be the first time.” Junichi huffed out, a strand of his slicked back hair fell forward, hovering over his left eye. “And, it definitely won’t be the last.” He growled as he gave a pointed look to Haine. The boy winced at the look, raising a hand in apology. “Sorry, I have no filt-.”   “I know, I’m telling ya to watch your damn mouth.” Junichi ran a hand through his long locks before shoving the fox off of him. “But it seems like you’re Takeo’s best friend, so I’m gonna have to be nice t’ya.” He muttered, slouching against the wall. Haine looked over at Ihei, who smiled awkwardly. “Ah, that’s Sakamoto Junichi, he’s Takeo’s close cousin.” She introduced, playing with her fingers. Haine’s eyes widened, but he didn’t get to speak because the cute girl beside him continued.   “The one with the creepy smile is Aizawa Mori, he’s the son of the Chief Aizawa, my brother’s boss.”   A girl with a buzzcut and china girl bangs, she’s tall. Too tall. “Saiyuki Honda, the daughter of Sai’s Fashion’s owner. A rich girl, even if she may not look it.” Ihei added, looking off to the side as the said female furrowed her thin eyebrows. The petite girl quickly moved on, clearing her throat as she pointed to a boy of average height. His eyes were dull, bored, and had dark circles underneath them. “Matsuki Kojaku, he’s the son of Matsuki Miyu.”   “And, that’s,” Ihei gestured to a tall, lean boy that stood in the far corner, his eyes deadly. “Naoyasu Ken, he’s our other foreign exchange student. He was born in China, but he’s Japanese- so…” She trailed off, looking at Haine expectantly. His expression still one of confusion. “And, they’re…”   “My friends.” Ihei answered, smiling softly. “But more importantly, they’re all really close to Takeo as well. They came here on their own accord, so don’t question me as to why they’re here.” Mori stepped forward, draping himself over Ihei. “My father informed us of Takeo’s murder, and we wanted to find the assholes who did it.”   “Who did it?” Haine questioned, raising a thick eyebrow. “The people who raped and murdered Takeo and my brother were already killed…?” He sat up straight, leaning forward slightly. He examined the questioning faces of the students surrounding him, making him feel uneasy. “Right…?”   “Where the hell have you been all this time?” Honda spat, a look of disgust evident on her mature face. “In the hospital~.” Mori reminded, causing the girl to click her tongue. A tense silence blanketed over the seven high schoolers, the other five staring at Haine as Ihei stared down at her feet. “I thought… The people that killed them were inmates that escaped from the prison a few blocks away. They… They were killed by Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Genkei.”   Ken squinted his brown eyes, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I think someone forgot what happened. Maybe he has amnesia or something.” Ihei looked over at the unusually talkative boy, eyes sad. “Do you think so? The Doctor informed Genkei and I that he was perfectly fine.”   “The doctors here suck ass, Cutie Ihei.” Junichi sighed, pushing himself off the wall and towards the other side of Haine’s bed, taking a seat on the hard bed. “They’re people who used to work for the mafia- correction. The people who got kicked out of the Mafia due to being sucky ass doctors.”   “Enough of that, so you really don’t remember anything I take it?” Kojaku pressed, crossing his toned arms. Haine shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. “I… I guess not. But I thought I did. Because I remember Ihei’s brother saying that about two-hundred people died.” Now it was Ihei’s turn to look confused. “... No? Genkei hasn’t spoken to you until yesterday before you passed out. And, even then he barely even said a word to you.”   Haine closed his eyes in frustration, clenching his fists tightly as he growled deep in the back of his throat. Ihei went to go grab his hand, but Mori prevented her from doing so. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Cutie Ihei~.” He teased. “Especially with Alpha Boy over there.” Her brown eyes flickered over to an angered Junichi, before looking over at Honda, who shrugged her broad shoulders.   “He doesn’t know shit. Great. He’s making shit up. How dandy.” Junichi hissed, bright blue eyes glaring daggers at the frustrated brunette. “How the hell’s he gonna make it at the Academy if he can’t remember shit?”   “Just because he doesn’t remember the details of what happens, or anything that relates to the subject doesn’t mean he doesn’t have common sense or anything.” Honda said, shifting her weight on her right leg as she placed a hand on her wide hip. “It’ll come back eventually. I’m sure he’s gonna go crazy when he does though.   “But for now, let’s give him a rest. I’m sure he needs it.”   Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!