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Another of those days.
Heavy breathing, sweaty body and soreness in the legs.
The urge to puke and faint didn't go away, rather it increased considerably. He has been doing this for two hours now. Too tired, he's too fucking tired from this. This was part of his routine but he never got used to that, because who wanted to accept being abused? He feels like he's going to die at any second, but what else can he do to avoid the beating that the others were going to give?
The blond was running, the fastest a child could with five years, running away like prey from the hunter. That is not false. Monsters for brothers, children without feelings, created to be stoic indestructible machines.
Ideal to fight with.
Ideal to be broken by.
Maybe that's normal and he is the freak. How could he know about it if he has never met other children?
Damn the Gods.
He just wanted to cook something, but he can't do anything without being annoyed.
The kid does not even get in their way, never done anything on purpose to make them angry, but they don't really care. They find some reason to bother him in the end.
Stumbled.
So distracted in his thoughts, that he didn't realize what was happening in reality.
Stone under his feet, the kid fell, and rolled over as a ball. Face collided with the pavement of the castle while the dirty soles of his older brother's shoe landed on his body.
They seized the opportunity to punch him in the stomach for a while. Blow after blow. Grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and threw him against the wall. Things that only happen for the poorly handled boredom. Number four was the one in charge today using his fists to create bruises on him.
"You should be honored to feel my fists against your hideous face, you weirdo!"
Casualties and blackouts in the middle of this, because this is the first part of the night, and always turned out to be worse than it started.
Punches and kicks.
His face was bathed in blood, his blood. Nose was broken but the rest of his face wasn't much better, there were green, purple and red marks around his cheeks, two teeth had fallen out and his eyes were dry from crying so much.
Only when they saw that image did they feel satisfied. A work of art born from suffering.
Left and abandoned.
Oh poor kid was pinned to the floor. Trying to stand up to go to his room but his body was weak and trembling. The stinging pain that grew over from his hips all the way to the feet.
Getting to his room was the problem. Hardly felt his legs. Creeping to the end of the hall and for that he had to put the last of his strength in the arms. Only fatigue appropriated his own body.
Hoped that someone would pity him and carry him.
But that won’t happen, because that never happens.
So he lies there. Agonizing.
Making his mind free and letting his body relax.
The time passed and all the sorrow that surrounded him was gone. Looked out the window, it was already midnight, the moon was bright and only the stars were capable of matching its beauty.
The shadow of someone showed in the beginning of the hall, that was slowly coming out of the darkness, it didn't take long for the person to come across the kid's dumped body. A face appeared in front of him, their eyes met and she gave him a concerned look. She grabbed him by the collar of the shirt once again only that this time it was with nursing, dragging him all the way down the floor, until they reached his room. The pink-haired took no time to carry the dead weight in her arms and put him to bed.
"Sanji, what have you got yourself into?" There's a first-aid kit hidden in the chest under the bed. It contains everything needed to heal a person, courtesy of Reiju, after the first beating he received. Alcohol exchanged for hydrogen peroxide. Cotton touching marks and bandages covering them. “I forgot that you no longer spoke"
Sanji had stopped talking the same day that his mother died.
A part of him ceased to make sense when Sora’s name was written on a grave.
What's the point of expressing yourself if nobody's going to listen?
What’s the point of talking if your words are silenced?
The only one that has ever truthfully cared about him was her. Without any occult desire behind it. Sacrificing herself over him.
Left him in this destructive place.
Always mistreated by someone. Father, brothers. To be the disappointment of the family, the loser, the stupid good for nothing that ruined things.
The boys did it for pure pleasure. This sadistic call to make him feel bad. Sanji was not useful for the plans in the future, they needed a cruel and ruthless, someone that is not afraid of anything.
He wasn't that.
Sanji was a kind kid. Sweet, soft. The Cinderella of the house talking to the animals. Having a good eye for clothing. Finding tranquility in the flowers. Liking to have everything organized and cleaned. Let’s not get into his passion for cooking. Easy to smash.
Basically more a girl than any other girl.
“Left some food on your table” It's definitely cold, he doesn't know how long ago she brought it, probably more than three hours. “You want water?”
Nod.
Reiju was the only one who cared about him now. At least a little.
She didn't force him to do anything and just wanted him to be okay.
Good as this may sound she wasn't going to help him to go against their brothers.
Sanji understands it, because he also wants a quiet life, and she deserves one.
She is respected for being the zero. Before all. But that could change easily if she took a side.
She would be attacked too.
That won’t happen because he won’t let that happen.
Water falls from one type of glass to the other. Going up until it reaches the half. Reiju took Sanji’s head to make it stand still and not drop water. Sip, sip, sip, sip. When he finished, the girl didn't make a fuss about anything other than leaving the glass on the nightstand.
Wrap him up. Sanji could feel the cool of the sheets against his skin and the softness that the feather pillow brought to his head. The sister whispers goodbye. No good night kiss because that would establish an affection that neither of them should have. No more.
The kid fell asleep wishing that one day all this suffering would simply end.
To get a life where he has the right to be loved.