Chapter Text
Eight hours had passed since Toji wiped out his clan. Even though he had done it effortlessly, his head still felt a bit strange. That’s why he wanted one last drink before leaving this place.
He walked into the kitchen and glanced at the shattered cupboard. Almost all the bottles and glasses were broken, scattered all over the floor. His eyes caught a bottle of somewhat sweet liquor. Even though he didn't particularly like it, it was the only option left. Without bothering to use a glass, he easily popped the cap off with his thumb and downed it straight from the bottle.
He had killed the entire clan. That was his goal all along. He got what he wanted.
Infants, children, the elderly, his own mother, his father, his sibling, and his young cousins, Maki and Mai. He had destroyed them all. This clan deserved it. He couldn't afford to feel pity right now.
As sunset approached, Toji decided it was time to leave. He didn't care where he was heading, but staying in this place made him loathe himself even more. Just as he was about to step out, he heard a child’s voice. It sounded like someone was trying to crawl out from under a huge pile of rubble.
He stopped in his tracks and turned toward the noise. With one hand, he had already drawn the katana from his back, stepping closer to the sound.
"A-Argh..."
The child groaned in pain. His head was bleeding, he had dark hair, and he was wearing a familiar kimono. For a second, Toji loosened his grip on the katana, watching the kid. To get a better look, he nudged the boy's forehead upward with his foot. The child's head snapped up.
Toji remembered. This was one of that idiot clan leader's kids.
Naoya Zen'in.
"T... Toji... kun..."
The moment the boy saw him, his eyes filled with tears. He admired Toji, he really did. But the realization that he might be killed by the person he looked up to most sent chills down his spine. After all, he was just a kid. Arrogant and spoiled, sure, but terrified nonetheless.
Naoya couldn't hold back his sobs anymore. All the arrogance he usually carried was completely gone, replaced by the sheer, paralyzing terror of a terrified child. Tears streamed down his blood-stained cheeks, mixing with the dirt on his face as he trembled beneath the weight of the rubble.
"P-Please..." Naoya cried out, his voice cracking, tight with desperation. "Don't hurt me... Please, Toji-kun, don't hurt me..."
Toji didn't say a word. He didn't offer a dramatic speech, nor did he display a single flicker of pity. His expression remained completely deadpan, utterly indifferent to the boy's desperate pleading. To him, the child crying in front of him wasn't special, he was just another piece of noise in the middle of a graveyard.
Without missing a beat, Toji reached down. He didn't bother using his hands to gently clear the heavy debris or check if the kid was badly injured. Instead, he simply grabbed a fistful of Naoya’s black hair and yanked upward with effortless, brute strength.
"A-Aaargh!
Naoya shrieked in pain as his body was forcibly hauled out from under the pile of heavy stones.
Toji dragged him out like a sack of trash, completely unbothered by the boy's whimpers, before letting go and dumping him onto the hard ground. Naoya collapsed into a small, trembling heap, clutching his throbbing head and sobbing quietly into the dirt.
Toji just wiped his hand on his pants, looking down at the kid with cold, empty eyes, waiting to see if the brat could even stand up on his own.
Get up," Toji said, his voice flat, completely devoid of any emotion
When Naoya didn't move fast enough, Toji casually nudged the boy's ribs with the toe of his boot. It wasn't a hard kick, but it was enough to make Naoya flinch and quickly scramble onto his knees, trembling like a leaf. He kept his eyes glued to the dirt, too frightened to look Toji in the face.
"P-Please... I'll do whatever you want... just don't kill me..." Naoya choked out through his sobs, his fingers digging into the dust.
Toji didn't even look down at him. He casually pulled the bottle of sweet liquor out of his pocket, took another long swig, and let out a tired sigh. He was bored. The adrenaline of the massacre was gone, replaced by a dull emptiness and a lingering annoyance at the crying child in front of him.
"Shut up," Toji muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're annoying."
Naoya immediately clamped his hands over his mouth, trying desperately to muffle his heavy, ragged hiccups. He stared at Toji's boots, waiting for the final strike—the swing of the blade that would end his life just like the rest of his family.
But the blow never came.
Instead, Toji turned his back on him and took a slow step toward the exit of the compound. He didn't care if Naoya bled out in the ruins, and he didn't care if the kid survived to rebuild the clan. None of it mattered to him anymore.
"If you can walk, get out of here," Toji said over his shoulder, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather. "Because if you're still here when I finish this bottle, I might change my mind."
W-Where am I supposed to go?!"
Naoya cried out, his voice high-pitched and shaking with terror. He reached out with a trembling hand toward Toji’s back, though he didn't dare to actually touch him. "Everyone... everyone is dead! I have nowhere to go! Please, don't leave me here!"
Toji paused for a second, but he didn't even bother turning around. He took another slow sip from his bottle, completely unmoved by the boy's desperate panic.
"Not my problem, brat," Toji said coldly, tossing the empty bottle over his shoulder. It shattered against the broken stone floor right beside Naoya, making the boy flinch violently.
"Go hide in a ditch. Run to the streets. I don't give a damn. Just don't follow me."
The boy collapsed onto his knees, fat tears spilling over his bruised cheeks as loud, pathetic wails burst from his throat. He reached out toward Toji with trembling hands, his voice cracked and desperate.
"P-Please don't leave me!" Naoya sobbed hysterically, wiping his bloody nose with his sleeve. "I'll do anything! I'll do whatever you want, I promise! Just... please don't leave me here alone... Toji-kun, please!"
Toji’s jaw clenched. If there was one thing in this world he utterly despised, it was the sound of a whining, crying brat. The high-pitched, desperate sobbing echoed off the blood-splattered walls of the courtyard, instantly grating on his last nerve.
He slowly turned his head toward Naoya, his eyes dangerously sharp and filled with pure irritation. The faint, terrifying aura around him instantly made the temperature in the ruined room feel like it had dropped to freezing.
Before Naoya could even finish his plea, Toji’s hand shot out like a striking viper.
His thick, calloused fingers clamped tightly around the boy's throat, shutting off his airway in an instant. With brutal, terrifying strength, Toji slammed Naoya back-first onto the hard, stone-pattered ground.
The air burst out of Naoya’s lungs in a suffocating gasp. Pain exploded through his spine and the back of his head as the stone cracked beneath him. His eyes went wide with pure, instinctual horror, his hands clawing uselessly at the iron vice gripping his neck. Tears poured down his temples into his hair, but he couldn't even draw enough breath to scream.
Slowly, effortlessly, Toji unsheathed his katana with his free hand. The cold steel gleamed dangerously in the dimming sunset light.
Without a trace of hesitation, Toji brought the razor-sharp tip of the blade down, hovering it mere millimeters away from Naoya’s right eye. Naoya froze entirely. The heat of his own breath bounced off the cold metal. He didn't dare blink, terrified that even the slightest flutter of his eyelashes would drive the steel straight into his eyeball.
Toji leaned in close, a dark, twisted smirk slowly spreading across his face. His eyes were devoid of any warmth, filled only with cruel amusement at the sheer terror vibrating through the boy's body.
"You said you'd do whatever I want, right?" Toji whispered, his voice dangerously smooth, dripping with sadistic mockery.
He pressed the flat side of the blade gently against Naoya's cheek, letting the freezing metal soak into the boy's bruised skin. Naoya’s chest heaved silently, his entire body trembling so violently it shook the dirt around him.
"Then do something useful for me," Toji sneered softly.
With a careless flick of his wrist, Toji loosened his grip on Naoya's throat and shoved him away like a piece of garbage, letting the boy collapse onto his side.
Naoya immediately curled into a ball, clutching his neck and desperately gasping for air, choking on his own spit and tears as his lungs burned.
Toji casually rested the heavy katana over his shoulder, looking down at the sobbing, broken heir with a cold, mocking grin.
Naoya lay on his side, his small body trembling uncontrollably as he clutched his bruised neck. He coughed violently, desperately sucking air back into his burning lungs. Tears and dust smeared across his face, but he didn't dare stay on the ground for too long. Forcing himself up onto his hands and knees, he looked up at Toji through blurred, tear-filled eyes.
"W-What... what do you want me to do?" Naoya choked out, his voice barely a whisper, hoarse and trembling. "I'll do it... I'll do whatever it is..."
Toji didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached up and untied the sash of his upper yukata. In one fluid motion, he pulled the heavy, blood-soaked garment off his shoulders, exposing his scarred, muscular torso.
The fabric was ruined,stiff and dark with the iron-scented blood of the Zen'in elders he had just butchered. He casually tossed the stained yukata onto the ground right beside Naoya's feet like a piece of useless rag.
"Now, stand up straight on your knees, you piece of shit."
"W..what am i going t..to do.. toji kun..i.. i-"
Suddenly, Naoya received a slap as hard as a rock.
"Shut the fuck up and do what i say."
Toji approached, holding Naoya's hair with both hands; his already soft, unerect penis was exposed. He looked at Naoya and leaned his hips slightly forward.
"Put it in your mouth."
Naoya was still crying, Toji's penis smelled awful, it was obvious he hadn't washed it, but if the goal was survival, he had to do what this man told him right now.
Naoya took Toji's penis into his mouth, Toji moaned softly at the sudden warmth, then slowly inserted it all the way in, it was in the middle of Naoya's throat, Naoya gagged and tried to pull away, he couldn't breathe; this was his first time, and he didn't know what was happening.
Despite Naoya's struggles, Toji slapped him hard on the head. Naoya stopped struggling and just waited, gently holding Toji's thigh for support, while Toji pulled Naoya's head back.
"Easy, easy. This is your first time making this, right? Breathe through your nose. Whore."
Naoya tried to adapt, he thought he was doing well,
Toji, without further delay, began to empty his bladder; the warm liquid had been there for hours, falling down Naoya's throat, directly into his stomach, and then some of it seeped out and started to drip from Naoya's chin, Some of it dripped onto Naoya, Naoya tried to pull away but Naoya pulled him back with his firm hands, continuing to empty his bladder,
"Shit.."
This felt better to Toji than he'd imagined; after destroying the clan, urinating in a kid's mouth felt right to him.
Naoya was gagging, about to vomit, but stopped struggling when Toji held him. Toji finally finished and pulled out his penis, wiping the urine dripping tip on Naoya's hair.
You did a good job... even if you're a slut, you're good at some things.
"T..toji kun.."
Naoya felt dizzy, his insides felt strange, disgusting, and warm, his clothes smelled of urine.
"Now stay still and don't think about running, if you move a single muscle before I tell you to, I’ll take that sword and carve your tongue right out of your mouth. Do you understand me?"
Naoya slowly nod his head, crying silently. Toji's big çocuk was beginning to grow, he couldn't understand it, but he felt something bad was going to happen.