Work Text:
“You’re late, Haiji.”
Haiji shifted on his feet, nervousness building up his spine like a cold chill in winter. His father was right, he was exactly two minutes late to his fathers meeting. 8:02PM. Fuck.
He sighs and nods his head obediently. “Yes, father. I know.” There was shame in his voice, something he always forced when the old man scolded him. If he didn’t act scared or guilty; it’d only get him into deeper shit.
His father was facing away from him, staring out the wall sized window that showcased the entirety of Towa City. The only thing Haiji could see of him past his chair was his hand stuck out, wine glass sitting delicately in his palm. It was almost empty, the same applying to the wine bottle sitting on a silver platter at the end of his desk.
‘He’s probably drunk..’ Haiji’s mind scarily echoed, lips trembling as he swallowed the constricting lump in his throat. He hated it when his father was drunk, always got more violent and terrifying when he was a few glasses too deep.
Eyebrows furrowing frighteningly, Haiji looked up at the ceiling and prayed to whatever god lie above him that his father was gentle with him this one night. These meetings were never easy for him, but with the times where his father was drunk during them? Haiji might as well be fearing for his life.
But… did he honestly have a choice? Did Haiji even deserve to feel this way about him and his fathers meetings? Haiji was the one who offered these damn meetings! He was the one who got on his knees and pleaded with his father to take his offer, saying he’d do anything for Monaca to be spared of their fathers brutality.
God, Monaca. Sometimes Haiji would forget about her completely during these meetings with their father, but to be honest; did he want to think about her? The last thing he needed to think about was his sisters innocent face when Haiji was down on his knees in front of their father, letting his sanity decay night after night of these encounters.
But this was all for her. These meetings, Haiji being used as a human shield, everything, it was all done for her protection. How could Haiji not think of her during these times?
‘At least she’s safe from him…’ Haiji thought to himself, tremors going up his hands at the thought of this happening to her and not him. That would never happen though, as long as Haiji was alive and still in this damn city; he’d never allow his father to get his gross hands on Monaca.
The sound of glass on wood as his father placed down his wine glass onto his desk startled Haiji out of his train of thought, head snapping up to view his father now facing towards him. His eyes were narrowed and his chin was rested in his hand, fingers tapping impatiently against his cheek.
His fathers lips formed a scowl, an angered scoff hissing through his clenched teeth. “Do you plan on standing there all night, Haiji? Or are you going to get to work?” Tokuichi’s voice echoed throughout the spacey office, his tone getting more stern as he talked.
Haiji flinched at his fathers words, realizing he had spent too long mulling over in silence in front of the door of his office. “I will get to work, apologies, father.” He admits without a shed of emotion in his voice.
He then began to make his way over to his father, the only sound being his shoes against the concrete floors as he grew closer to Tokuichi.
Sweat slowly dripped down Haiji’s face as he reached the man, going past his desk and now standing before the CEO. This never got easier with time, in fact; it only got harder. The guilt and pain of doing something so disgusting— and also illegal— made Haiji’s skin crawl, no matter how many times he had done it.
… How many times has Haiji done this? He can’t even remember what month it was when he got on his damn knees for the first time in front of his father, the first time he let the man violate him.
Maybe that was part of it, maybe Haiji forced those memories away to keep what little sanity he had left. To not dwell on how long this had been going on for, his mind permanently erased what was left of the start of this grueling nightmare of a reality Haiji was in.
But none of that mattered anyway, did it? Because Haiji was still a damn disgrace to the Towa name for continuing with this, even if he forget when it all started. And he was going to continuing being that damned disgrace, as long as either he or Monaca were alive.
His father didn’t even need to say the words, Haiji sunk to his knees without another word escaping his lips. His hands were still trembling, something he noticed when his moved to undo his fathers dress pants.
He shakily undid the belt around his fathers hips and carefully set it aside on top of the desk, then going back to fumble with the button before popping it open. His hands were still shaking, something his father seemed to notice.
“A bit shaky tonight, eh Haiji?” His fathers states with a cocked brow, his voice sounding flat and cold. It made Haiji unsure if his father was annoyed by it or simply amused at how scared his adult son was. “Is it because you decided to leave the door unlocked tonight?”
Haiji flinched and his eyes widened, every ounce of movement in his body coming to a stone halt. Fuck, fuck, he forgot to lock the office door when he came inside.
He hastily stood up— almost tripping and falling backwards in the process— and began to walk towards the door, head looking down in shame. “I’ll go lock it.” He says as quickly and ashamedly as he could.
But before he could get past the front of the desk, a hand surged forward and took a fistful of Haiji’s navy locks and yanked him back over. He let out a loud yelp as his scalp was tugged at and he was knocked onto the ground, hands shooting up to grab onto his fathers rough fist in his hair.
He was pulled back onto his knees in front of his father, tears now burning the corners of his eyes at the pain on his head now.
“Now now now, Haiji. You left the doors unlocked, so we’re going to keep them unlocked.” His father scowled with cruelty in his tone, eyes narrowing down at his helpless son that was sitting between his legs.
Haiji let out a sharp gasp as his locks were ripped at mercilessly, still trying to fight out of his fathers unmoving grip. “D- Dad! No! W- W- What if someone comes in?! T- They can’t see m— us, like this!” He objected with fear, breaths quickening to the point he was almost hyperventilating.
Tokuichi just looked down at him— both figuratively and literally— and scoffed, just yanking on Haiji’s hair and pulling him closer to the bulge in his dress pants. “Then you’re going to have to be a good son of mine and stay quiet, now get to goddamn work, Haiji.”
The way his father ordered him around made Haiji shiver, and he could very much tell any more rejection would cause Haiji— or worse; Monaca— more pain and agony. So he did what he always did; be a good little boy and follow his fathers word.
Hands shakily going back up to his fathers pants, his fingers grabbed onto zipper and pulled it all the way down in one clean yank. He flinched in fear as his fathers cock sprung out from the tight confinement of his dress pants, now resting against Haiji’s face and getting pre-cum in his hair.
His father had gone fucking commando? Haiji couldn’t help but irk internally at how disgusting that was, the idea of his father working all day with no boxers or undergarments on underneath made him want to vomit. Was his father always such a gross fuck?
He heard a scoff from above him, eyes snapping up to see his father smirking vindictively at him.
“Decided to try something new for tonight, especially convenient since you decide to take forever to do something as simple as pull my cock out.” His words went from cocky to condescending and insulting, both him and Haiji knowing fully well that last statement was true. “Now be a good son and take it in your mouth, all of it.”
Haiji didn’t reply to that with words, feeling as if he said anything it’d only make Tokuichi more pissed than he already was. He just nodded like the good and obedient son he was and followed his fathers orders, leaning forward and opening his mouth to take the tip in.
God, not only did these meetings not get any better with time; the taste of his fathers cock didn’t change overtime either. Haiji gave a choked gag of disgust as his mouth slowly encased around his fathers cock, tasting nothing but sweat and pre-cum as his tongue dove along the underside.
His father let out a low moan and Haiji shivered, eyes squeezing shut and more tears sliding down his cheeks as he took another inch inside. He hated this, he hated that his father enjoyed this, he hated that his father forced Haiji to become nothing more than a cheap whore for his pleasure, he hated that this is what it took to keep Monaca safe.
He hated this, he hated this, HE HATED THIS.
But what fucking choice did Haiji have? What choice was he allowed to make in this situation? Stop this and then let his innocent sister become a human punching bag for their father? Haiji would rather let his father rape him to death than allow any more abuse towards Monaca.
But that’s exactly what was happening, Haiji was absolutely allowing himself to be raped to save his sisters life. He had already made his choice, even if a deep part of him screamed at him that there had to be another way. But there wasn’t another way, without his father; Haiji is nothing. Without his father, Haiji and Monaca would be kicked to the streets and left to fend for themselves with no money or shelter.
There was no saving Haiji, he could only allow himself to be beaten and raped brutally so Monaca could grow up as an ordinary child. This was one sacrifice he had to make in order to keep his baby sister protected, a sacrifice Haiji was going to have to put up with.
“Are you really fucking crying again, Haiji?” Was what snapped Haiji of his daze, eyes flying open and looking up at his father with a blurred gaze. It was there he noticed he was sobbing, waterfalls of tears spilling down his cheeks and dripping off of his chin.
He tried to say something, maybe apologize to his father for crying despite being a grown ass twenty-seven year old man, but it only came out as muffled gags as his fathers cock was still lodged into his mouth.
Tokuichi just cocked a brow at Haiji, looking down at him like he was stupid. He then scoffed disapprovingly, a hand placing itself atop Haiji’s head and curling its fingers into his hair. “If you want to cry like a brat; then I’ll have to give you something to cry about.”
Before Haiji could even process that sentence and what it could mean, his fathers hand forced Haiji’s head down and shoved the rest of his cock into his sons mouth.
Haiji let out a muffled scream of pain as the cock breached his throat, his sobs and choked cries only getting worse as pain surged through his mouth and throat. His father had never, ever done this to him before. Haiji wasn’t ever prepared or even ready to deep throat his fathers cock, nothing they had previously done had fucking prepared him for this.
His hands grabbed onto his fathers thighs and lightly hit them with his fist, voicelessly begging his father to stop and let him pull away. But that’d mean Tokuichi would be concerned for Haiji’s safety if he were to do that, and he was never concerned for Haiji’s safety.
Instead his father just laughed, he laughed mockingly at his sons pain and despair before pushing his head down deeper. His pubes were now buried deeply against Haiji’s nose and his balls cradled his sons chin, creating an absolutely pathetic display for him to view. “What a fucking disgrace. Haiji Towa, firstborn son to me; Tokuichi Towa, on his goddamn knees sucking his fathers cock like the desperate slut that he is.”
Haiji sobbed painfully, drool slipping past his lips and spilling all over his fathers cock. That only furthered his humiliation, as his father just laughed again.
“And here he is; a grown man crying like a pathetic brat cause he can’t handle the one thing his father asked him to do. Fucking worthless.” Each word that was thrown at Haiji was laced with venom, only making his sobs and muffled cries worse.
His father was right, though. Haiji had gone from being the respectable Tokuichi Towa’s noble son, to a degenerate whore who sat between his fathers legs and allowed himself to be violated so easily. He was just some damned brat who couldn’t handle this one request his father asked him for.
Might as well just be the whore his fathers wants and behave. Its better than continuing to fight him like this.
Moving his hands to hold onto his fathers thighs instead of weakly hitting them, Haiji bobbed his head up and down as much as he could. He couldn’t move as much as he liked, as his father still had a steel grip on his head to hold him down, but he tried to give the man as much pleasure as he needed.
It seemed to be enough to please his father, as he could see him throw his head back through his peripherals and let out a low moan. His fathers fingers curled around Haiji’s hair and began to tug at them, pulling his head back an inch or two before slamming it back down to deepthroat his cock.
Haiji let out choked gags and muffled whimpers with each thrust that sent his fathers cock down his throat, tears of pain spilling down his cheeks from how much it hurt. It was an absolute miracle that he hadn’t thrown up at this point, but he would probably force himself to once they finished and Haiji managed to get himself out of this horrible office.
His father didn’t care at all for the choked noises that came below him, just smirking and moaning with pleasure as he used his sons mouth like a cheap fleshlight. Both of his hands were now gripping Haiji’s hair, his hips starting to thrust up off of his chair and into his sons mouth.
The choking didn’t stop, Haiji letting out gag after gag as his father practically face fucked him. He could feel himself stop breathing for just a second, and it was shocking that he hadn’t passed out from the lack of air he was receiving.
Haiji was going to start wondering on when his father was going to cum so they could finally get this over with, until….
The office doors opened.
Eyes widening in pure fear, Haiji felt dread fall upon his entire body as the realization that someone was coming inside hit him like a bag of bricks.
His father’s moaning had stopped completely as the sound of a door opening caught his attention, now looking up towards the door with a quirked brow. One hand removed itself from Haiji’s hair and rested it underneath his chin, but the remaining hand tore itself deeper into Haiji’s hair and continued ripping at his scalp to hold him down.
“Who is it?” His father called down to the man entering his office, voice sounding curious yet angered at being interrupted like this.
Haiji then heard a name be voiced that he hadn’t heard of before, probably someone new or in a division Haiji hadn’t been to yet. He shuffled his legs up a bit more, trying not to be seen by the worker intruding in his fathers office at this time.
He couldn’t see who it was from how low he was hidden behind the desk, but to be honest; Haiji was happy he couldn’t see who it was, the possibility of seeing that man in the halls after all of this would probably be enough to make Haiji want to jump off a roof.
Leering his eyes up, he jolted as he noticed his father was looking down at him with a deep glare. The other man wouldn’t be able to see with how far his fathers was from the workers position at the door, but Haiji could see his anger very wide and clear.
“Keep sucking, slut. Or I’ll humiliate you right in front of him.” His father whispered to him in a low hiss, sending cold tremors down Haiji’s spine that made his entire body shake.
Haiji obeyed though, giving a silent nod before continuing with pleasuring his fathers. He tried to keep it quiet and slow, yet enough to please his father. It was to prevent the man from hearing him, but also to keep Haiji in on the conversation between his father and the worker.
He heard the worker clear his throat before speaking, the sound of ruffling papers following shortly after. “We’ve gotten recent reports from the robotics division, sir. They’ve given me the task of sending the progress updates of everything being worked on to you.”
Haiji gave an internal sigh, lazily brushing away some of the strands of his hair while multitasking on pleasuring his father and listening to the conversation. ‘Its just a progress report, good.’ His mind voices in relief, he’d just give his father an update on everything that’s going on then he’d leave.
The worker then continued, and Haiji went on with trying to listen in while taking his fathers entire cock down his throat.
The worker just continued on about certain upgrades to products finally going through production, or products needing just a few more reviews before being shipped out to stores. It was rather boring and dull, something that kinda disappointed Haiji. He was hoping it’d have some actually interesting information, anything to keep him distracted and drown out the gross taste of his fathers cock.
Then, the sound of shuffling of papers was heard once more before footsteps started to echo through out the long office. “All that needs to be done is for you to sign these papers that’ll concede and approve the progress, sir.”
Haiji’s eyes widened and his blood ran cold, his entire body freezing and every action ceased immediately as the footsteps grew closer.
The worker was coming over to them.
No, no, no no no no this could not be happening. The worker was coming over, he was going to see Haiji, the worker was going to see him and his life was going to be ruined and—
A light tug at his hair forced Haiji to look up, his fathers eyes glaring down at him once more. He then pulled his hand away from Haiji’s hair and gestured a finger to the space underneath his desk.
“Under the desk, don’t think you’re finished yet.” His father whispered to him again, voice low enough that the approaching worker wouldn’t be able to hear, but loud enough for Haiji to hear and understand.
Haiji didn’t even hesitate, releasing his lips of the blockade that was his fathers cock as quickly and as quietly as possible. Then he carefully crawled underneath the desk until his back softly hit the kick plates, knees pressed against his chest and head craning uncomfortably due to the desks height.
His father swerved slowly in his chair and scooted himself in as deep as he could, his knees caging Haiji and his cock now back to being rested against his sons face.
Swallowing the scared lump in his throat as the footsteps only grew louder and louder, Haiji gave a hesitant shiver before taking his fathers cock back into his mouth. He wouldn’t be seen in the position— considering his father had pushed his midsection against the edge of the desk as much as he could to hide everything happening below him— but it still scared him knowing that one wrong move would expose everything to the worker.
The footsteps finally stopped as it became obvious the worker was now at the desk, papers shuffling again as they were handed to his father to sign. Haiji could feel his hands shaking as they held onto his fathers thighs, trying to steady himself as he slowly moved his mouth up and down on his fathers cock.
How his father hadn’t lost his composure or moaned during this; Haiji had no clue, but he was thankful that he hadn’t. He wanted to make sure nobody knew about this, and it seems his father wanted the same as well; even if his threats to Haiji said otherwise.
His father gave a few thoughtful hums as he flipped through the paperwork, the only other noise heard being the sound of his pen signing away at the documents. After some moments of silence, his father shuffled the paper and tapped it against the desk to form a neat stack before handing it back. “Here you are, all signed.” He tells him before giving a dismissive wave to the worker. “You are excused, please leave my office as I have important business I need to deal with.”
‘Yeah like raping your son…’ Haiji insulted internally, wanting to say it out loud but the remaining presence of the worker and his fathers cock lodged deep into his cheek said otherwise. He gave a quiet sigh of relief through his nose though, happy that this was done and over as quickly as possible.
With confirmation from his father and permission to leave, the footsteps of the worker slowly faded as he began to leave the office.
Haiji felt his shoulders relax at the sound of footsteps grew faint, feeling a wave of relief wash over his shoulders as his father and him would finally be alone again. They could finish without the severe chance of being caught and Haiji having his life ruined.
His father seemed to have other plans in mind though, as both hands shot underneath his desk and gave an iron hold on Haijis hair before yanking him forward. Haiji choked as his fathers entire cock was jammed down his throat, tears reforming at the corners of his eyes as he felt his fathers hot semen shoot down his throat.
Haiji let out a pained whimper, something that the worker seemed to catch as the sound of footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
“Did you hear that, Mr. Towa, sir?” The worker called out.
Haiji felt his entire body freeze, the only thing he heard being his shaky breaths and quiet gulps as he was forcefully fed his fathers cum. It tasted fucking disgusting, even worse than it had last time, but Haiji had to keep his position in order to avoid getting caught.
His father just raised a fist up to his mouth and cleared his throat, before shaking his head at the worker. “My apologies, caught something in my throat.” He excused to the man, acting like it was just a stray cough when the reality was much darker and between his legs.
The worker just hummed and seemed to accept it, continuing with walking away until he left the office. The heavy clacks of the mans shoes slowly faded away, until the loud creak of his fathers office door drowned it all out as it was opened and shut.
After some deafening silence that was scarily unlike in his fathers office, Haiji heard his father give a drawn out sigh and the squeak of his office chair as he slumped back into it. He was still cumming in Haiji’s throat, though it was dying down throughly then when he forced his sons head down for the final time before releasing.
Once Haiji felt the flow of cum stop filling his mouth like an overflowed water balloon, his fathers hands relieved his scalp from any more pain as they left his hair. Instead, one hand placed itself on Haiji’s forehead while the other gripped the base of his cock.
Sliding his chair back while pushing on Haiji’s head, his fathers cock finally slid free from his sons hot mouth and was now limp between his legs. He let out a moan of relief as his dick was given some air, the chill breeze in his office flowing against his cum and saliva dripping cock.
Once his fathers cock left his mouth, Haiji clasped a hand gently over his mouth to prevent any cum from spilling from his lips. He had already swallowed some of it from when his fathers dick was jammed down his throat, but the rest had just stayed in his mouth and cheeks.
He knew he needed to the rest of it needed to follow suit, but Haiji knew better than to do that without his fathers permission. Crawling out from underneath the desk, Haiji looked up at his father with awaiting eyes for the man to give him the go ahead.
One leg crossed over the other and his chin resting in his hand, Tokuichi looked down at his son with a quirked brow and cunning smirk. He loved the way his son obediently followed him without question, especially when he was waiting for daddy’s permission to swallow down the rest of his cum.
Scoffing lightly, he flicked his finger and pointed at his humiliated son sitting on his knees patiently. “Go on, swallow it all.” He orders.
Haiji gave a muffled whimper before nodding, shivers coursing through his entire body as he swallowed the rest of the cum down his throat. The taste was still as disgusting as always, and Haiji was a hundred percent sure he’d throw it all up in his bathroom later when he got the hell out of here.
Opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, he made sure to show his father that he swallowed it all minus a few stray drops here and there. Once he got a hum of approval from his father, Haiji closed his mouth and let his hands fall to his lap. “T- Thank you f- ather…” he thanks like his father did something commendable, the words coming out as shaky stutters due to the whole thing shaking his up badly.
Tokuichi just scoffed again, waving his hand dismissively at Haiji while shaking his head from side to side. “Of course, Haiji.”
That seemed to brighten Haiji up by a small amount. His father never responded to his ‘gratitude’ after getting violated like this, so hearing at least something from him after he wasted his sanity pleasuring his father made Haiji feel a bit better.
And then….
CRACK!!!!!
Haiji let out a sharp gasp of pain as his fathers hand collided with his face and knocked him to the floor, eyes wide snd coughing up his own spit from the shock and pain. He lifted a hand to try and crawl away, but his fathers hand wrapping around a large chunk of his hair stopped him.
His father lifted him up and spit in Haiji’s face, his expression turning from the composed and regal to venomous and scary.
“You played it risky tonight, Haiji. And you are damn lucky neither of us were caught by Mr. Fujimoto, or else everything would’ve been ruined.” He scowled furiously, jerking Haiji around by yanking at his scalp painfully. “Keeping the door unlocked, making loud noises while Mr. Fujimoto was just a foot away from both of us, did you want us to be caught?!?!”
Before Haiji could reply and deny that, plead with his father that they were all accidents; his father continued for him.
“I bet that you would’ve loved being caught, having another man see you on your knees being nothing but a cheap slut for his own father.” The vulgarity of his fathers words were intense, and created a deep and disgusting image that would match the workers face if he caught Haiji sucking off his father. “Maybe I should’ve just shown him what a massive whore you are, just so he can know that Haiji Towa is nothing more than some cock-sucking wench.”
He grabbed Haiji by his chin and dug his fingers into his cheeks, causing more tears to sting the corners of Haijis eyes from the sharpness of his fathers fingernails. “Did you want that? To be seen and labeled as a whore? Cause I can call Mr. Fujimoto and show him exactly what a good, well trained slut can do.”
Haiji gasped and whimpered loudly, shaking his head from side to side in fear. “N- No, N- No!! No, I- I’m sorry, father! Please, I- I don’t want people to know!” He pleads with his father, his hands wrapping around his fathers wrists in an attempt to calm him down. “I- I j- just want to keep t- this between you and me… t- to protect the Towa legacy.. p- please don’t bring him back here…”
He was trying to play his denial in his fathers favor, throwing the Towa legacy remark on the line and hoping his father took it well. If not, then Haiji could convince him to just beat the shit out of him until he was bloody and bruised. Just— anything to make sure no one found out about this. No one.
Luckily for Haiji— for once in his life— it seemed his father decided to shed some mercy onto him, as he just scoffed and gave Haiji a sharp glare before he spoke.
“May tonight be a lesson; do not let your mind wander and make wasteful mistakes like that, do you hear me?”
Haiji nodded immediately, trying to hold back from crying like a pathetic child again while his hands helplessly tugged at his fathers wrist. “Y- Yes, yes yes I understand, father…! I- I’m sorry..” he whimpered out like the weakling that he was, just wanting to be let go for the night.
His apology was shitty and weak, but his father seemed to accept it out of tiredness from the whole ordeal. Haiji’s hair was pulled at one last time to force Haiji up onto his feet, able to flow down to his shoulders finally now that it was out of his fathers grip.
“Good. Seems you’ve learned your lesson.” Tokuichi huffs, stuffing his hands into his dark work pants while giving his son narrowed eyes.
That made Haiji think he was excused, nodding his head at his father before turning on his heel to walk away and get out of here. However, that didn’t seem to be the case.
“But that does not mean you’ll go without punishment.” With that, his fathers hands snagged around Haiji’s wrists and pulled him into a tight embrace. Once Haiji was reeled in and his chest was pressed to his fathers, the hands reached down and snagged onto Haiji’s ass. His fingers dug deep into his sons jean clad bottom, while his fathers head rested on Haiji’s shoulder and his face buried itself into his neck.
Haiji felt his entire body go stone and his eyes widen, disgust coiling in the pit of his stomach as his own fucking father fondled his ass like a creep. It even got worse when he felt his father breath in a scent of his hair, making Haiji want to chop off all of his hair just to avoid feeling that ever again.
“Tomorrow night— at eleven pm sharp— you will come to my bedroom, there you will receive your punishment for such disobedience.” His father ordered with a deep groan, one hand slithering up Haiji’s back to grab at the end of his hair and yank his head back. Before his son could retort, his pressed his mouth to Haiji’s neck and sucked a rosy red mark on the pale skin.
Haiji cringed and his lips curled in disgust as his father gave him a hickey, using every bit of his will to hold back from throwing up in disgust. That was the last thing he needed, and it’d probably make his father more pissed than he already was.
Tokuichi pulled away a few seconds later, admiring the handiwork he did and smirking at how red and visible the hickey was. Haiji would have to do a lot to keep that hidden, as a hardworking boy like him should..
“Oh, and also…” Tokuichi continued, not allowing Haiji to have a single moment of piece and instead just humiliating him at every turn. “Wear one of your mothers dresses and some of her makeup, I know how much you like to hold onto those worthless items; so you better make some use of them finally.”
With that, Tokuichi pulled away and began to saunter back to his desk. He gave Haiji a dismissive wave before sitting back in his office chair, not even glancing at him like Haiji just ceased to exist right then and there. “You’re excused, leave my office.”
Haiji’s hands gripped at the edges of his coat and dug in deeply, shivers coursing throughout his entire body and his composure completely shattering. The mere mention of Haiji’s mother made him want to break down crying right then and there, but also to lunge over and choke his bastard of a father until he stopped breathing. That man knew how much a sore spot Haiji’s mother was to him ever since she left Towa City and remained outside of it, and he just mentioned her like that when Haiji was already in such a bad state?!
He wanted to do something there, say something, fight back against his father, actually defend himself for once in his life because the image of his mother activated his fight response.
But then the image of Monaca appeared, and every bit of confidence Haiji just gained left in an instant. Her sweet little smile, big green eyes and flowing dress clouding the image of his mother.
No… No, Haiji… Haiji can’t do anything, he can’t fight back. Monaca was too high of a priority for him, and while he knew his mother would be yelling at him to defend himself if she were here; he can’t take any more risks after what happened tonight. He had no choice, Monaca was too precious to Haiji, and he can’t cause anymore harm to her.
So, Haiji just acted like the obedient son he was and nodded. “Y- Yes, f- f- ather…” he tried to hold back the tears, but he failed miserably and some stray lines spilled down his face and dripped off of his chin.
Turning on his heel, Haiji slowly left his fathers office and quietly and patiently as he could. His father had returned to work, and any disturbance would just make this nightmare of an evening worse for him. He made sure to close the door slowly when he finally exited the office, waiting to hear the soft ‘click!’ of the door locking….
… before Haiji fucking ran.
Most of the servants would be doing their duties on the lower floors, leaving the entire area free for Haiji to be as scared and spineless as he wanted while he bolted for his room. He practically leaped for his bedrooms door handle, almost ripping it clean off the wood as he slid in and slammed it shut.
He fumbled with the bolt a few times until the sound of it locking was played enough times in Haiji head to assure he was safe, but it still felt like it’d only take his father a few steps to rip down that door and completely destroy Haiji from inside out. It wasn’t possible, clearly, but Haiji’s brain couldn’t register that at all.
His breaths quickening and eyes wide and full of fear, Haiji took trembling steps away from the door like it would burst down off the hinges if he got too close. Tears forming in his eyes, Haiji’s hands shot up and tugged at his hair violently. He definitely pulled a few stray strands out from the white-knuckled grip he had around his navy blue locks, but he didn’t care.
It had felt like his fathers touched burned through him completely, unable to leave him no matter how much Haiji tried to forget the feeling of his fathers rough hands in his soft hair. Haiji had felt himself wanting to scorch himself in the shower, like the boiling hot water melting his skin would be enough to make his fathers touch go away.
Haiji continued to stumble away from his door until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed and he fell back, falling onto his bed with a small bounce. Even though his bed was a comfort for him, full of familiar scents and feels that reminded Haiji of friends and family; it didn’t make him less scared.
Gripping the sheets tightly until Haiji was sure he was pulling apart the fabric, Haiji made attempts to regulate his breathing and calm himself down. He was in his room, his door was locked, he was safe…
But his fathers presence still lingered, everything lingered; his rough hands, his grainy cigarette breath, his slimy lips that forced themselves on Haiji’s skin, his fathers cock that Haiji could still feel the remains of in his throat, his voice, he…
“Wear one of your mothers dresses and some of her makeup, I know how much you like to hold onto those worthless items; so you better make some use of them finally.”
Something boiled deep down within Haiji’s stomach, and it was something he knew he could not contain.
He knew he couldn’t make it to the bathroom before the nausea consumed him completely, so he just sprinted out of bed and dove for his trash can. Haiji managed to pull his hair back in time before he emptied his stomach out in the trash can, hot tears flowing down his cheeks freely at how the hot bile burned his throat.
His vision was blurry, but Haiji could tell he threw up practically every drop of his fathers cum— and possibly his dinner too, unfortunately— into the waste bin. He didn’t care though, he wanted his fathers disgusting semen out of his body no matter what.
When he felt he emptied out his entire stomach, Haiji felt his shoulders relax and his breathing go to a stable level. Tears were still flowing down his cheeks, and his throat felt like it was bitten by fire ants and stung by wasps… but he was okay now.
Sitting back, Haiji sat on his floor and continued on steadying his breathing. Deep breath in, deep breath out, even if each intake was shaky like the rest of his body; he was breathing. It was all gone, Haiji was okay..
Haiji still felt sick though, even after expelling all the semen and food that was in him into his trashcan. It felt like his father was still in him, like Haiji was still between his knees with that massive cock crushing his throat and carving a path for itself. He wanted to wash every single feeling of that out of his mouth, even if it meant swallowing something insane like thumbtacks or boiling water.
“Mouthwash’ll have to do though…” he whispers to himself, wincing at how his throat ached when he spoke. His voice was hoarse, all the damage done to his windpipes causing a lot of weight on him.
Placing a hand on his carpeted floor and putting all of his weight onto it, Haiji pushed himself up off the floor. His entire body trembled heavily as he got onto his two feet, body shaking with the aftermath of his little vomit session. His feet felt like they were going to melt into jello and send him onto the floor again, but Haiji believed his sheer will countered that jelly-like feeling.
Taking a few steps past where he was previously sat, Haiji opened the door to his bathroom and flicked the lights on as he entered. He moved past the sink and over to the little cabinet above the toilet, opening it up and immediately grabbing for the mouthwash and a bottle of painkillers.
Setting the mouthwash to the side, Haiji popped the bottle open and dumped two pills into his shaking palm. Usually he’d do this with a drink like coke of water, but Haiji didn’t have a cup to fill nor did he feel like going downstairs to get one; so he just tossed the pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry.
Once those were down his throat, Haiji took the bottle of mouthwash and took a large swig of the minty liquid until he couldn’t hold much more in his mouth. He swished it around while pacing around his bathroom floor for a minute, then bending over his sink and spitting it out to flow down the drain.
He did it a few more times, just to be sure that his fathers disgusting taste was ridden from his mouth until next time. Haiji’d most likely have breath like the Antarctic for the next few days, but it was better than feeling his fathers dick still lingering around in his mouth.
Haiji finally stopped when he realized he’d emptied the entire thing of mouthwash, to which he just sighed and tossed the empty bottle into the trash bin beside his sink. He’d get more later on tomorrow…
It was then that Haiji finally looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt his face scrunch in a mixture of disgust and fear. His lips were red, eyes still full of tears that had left marks on his cheeks from where they spilled down, his face was flushed red from the humiliation he had to endure.. he just looked like a mess.
Haiji wanted to take a shower and rid himself of the mess around his face, but he felt too tired and stressed to do something like that. Haiji… Haiji just wanted to sleep tonight.
Stepping outside of his bathroom and back into his bedroom, Haiji headed to his dresser and pulled the middle drawer open. Fumbling inside for a moment, he proceeded to pull out an old band t-shirt and some red sweatpants that he tossed to his bed.
Closing the drawer, Haiji moved his hands across his chest and unbuttoned his rose dress shirt all the way down before tossing it in his laundry basket. Once his ripped jeans followed suit after Haiji plucked his phone out of the back pocket, he pulled the t-shirt on and yanked the sweatpants on afterwards. ‘Comfortable..’ he thought to himself, letting out a sigh of relief as his body was relieved of those stupid tight jeans and hot shirt.
Placing his phone down onto his nightstand, Haiji’s hand reached down to pull back his covers so he could finally knock out and pretend this was just a shitty nightmare. Right as his fingers locked around the end of the sheets, Monaca’s face flashed in his mind and Haiji stopped.
“Right, fuck, gotta go say goodnight to her.” Haiji pulled away his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing in disappointment at himself for almost forgetting that. He always said goodnight to Monaca before he went to sleep, something he did to assure himself that his baby sister would be safe.
Turning on his heel and walking past his bed and to the door, Haiji’s hand unlocked the deadbolt and he quietly slipped outside. Even though no one would be up here at this time, and his fathers office and bedroom was far, far away from his and Monaca’s rooms; Haiji still felt the need to be sneaky and quiet. It just felt logical.
Slowly stepping over to his sisters bedroom door, he made sure to open the door as quietly as possible before slipping inside when he cleared enough room for him to squeeze through. Once inside, he looked up and saw Monaca snoozing silently in her princess stylized bed.
Her frame was obscured by the glittery curtains draped over the top of her bed, but it was enough for Haiji to see his precious little sister sleeping soundly; her face buried into the fluff of one of her rabbit toys. It was one Haiji had made for her sixth birthday, shittily made if he had to put it like that; but Monaca didn’t care and had carried the stuffed toy with her ever since. Seeing her always carrying it never failed to make Haiji smile, and watching her sleep so peacefully made his heart burst with warmth.
Walking over to Monaca’s bed, Haiji lifted one hand up and brushed away the curtains towering over his sister so he could get a clear look at her. He smiled softly looking down at her, she looked so peaceful, so content… Haiji loved it.
Leaning down, Haiji pressed his lips against his sisters forehead and kissed her gently. He stood there for a few seconds before pulling away, brushing away a few strands of her vibrant green hair that hung atop her face and moved it behind her ear.
“Goodnight, Monaca. I love you.” He whispers to her low enough so that it didn’t wake her up, but Haiji could clearly hear himself saying it. Standing back up, Haiji looked down at her for a few more seconds before slowly inching away from her bed. Once the curtains slowly draped back over her sleeping body, Haiji turned on the heel of his foot and quietly walked to the door.
Once he managed to slip out from her room and close the door until the lock clicked shut, Haiji ducked his way back into his room and relocked the door behind him. Once he was back inside his room, Haiji sighed to himself tiredly, he was so, so tired… and he just wanted to go to bed.
So that’s what Haiji did, he stumbled over to his bed and flopped face first onto the mattress. He slipped the rest of his body onto his bed and into his bedsheets, huddling the covers up to his shoulders and burying his face into his pillows.
Haiji just wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, believe his terrible life was just some scary nightmare that’d he wake up from the second his eyes would close. But that was the same bullshit lie he’d told himself ever since this ‘nightmare’ ever started, and it was at this point Haiji either needed to accept that this wasn’t a nightmare; or that he was just going to never wake up from it.
Either way; Haiji was forever going to be plagued by his horrible and disgusting father, who would use his body to satisfy his own pleasure for the rest of his pathetic life in this city. He would never escape being Monaca’s human shield, not that he had any intentions to stop that unless he and Monaca finally found an escape from Towa City that wouldn’t start a worldwide hunt for them.
He would never escape his father… no matter what Haiji did… he was stuck like this. Forever.
Haiji cried himself to sleep that night, sobbing violently in his pillow like the weak man he was. He wished his mother was still here, that she took him with her when she abandoned Towa City. He wished Monaca wasn’t born a Towa or born at all, so that she would never have to endure their worthless human being of a father in the first place.
Haiji wished he wasn’t born, that his father didn’t impregnate his mother so that he wasn’t born to a man who saw no issue with manipulating his son to perform incestuous activities with him. Haiji just… wished his father never hurt him, that he never existed.
But his father did hurt him, his father did exist. Haiji and Monaca both existed, being the children to this horrible man who hurt them in ways a parents should never even think of doing to their child. Haiji’s mother wasn’t here anymore, and she wouldn’t be coming back.
So Haiji just cried, cried until he felt himself lose consciousness and fall into a deep slumber. But even in sleep; tears still spilled from Haiji’s eyes, sliding down his cheeks like rainfall and staining his pillows.
Haiji would wake up tomorrow. And the entire cycle would go again. There was no escape from this, no matter what Haiji wanted to believe.
Haiji was such a weak fucking man.