debt2darkness
Debt to Darkness
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That one time Ryo got the shit kicked outta him by some kids in the early morning down by the river and he didn't fight back.
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Ryo.
Human weapon in training whump
Whumpee who isn't allowed to cry.
Whumpee who is punished whenever they show an emotion that whumper doesn't like.
Whumpee who slowly loses connection with all their own emotions and desires.
Whumpee who is so effectively emotionally destroyed by the time whumper hands them a gun that they cannot even think to turn it on themselves much less on whumper.
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Addicted to picrew. L before and after.
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Ryo. ^
It’s always interesting when the whumpees have a high pain tolerance. Specifically when they still feel pain the exact same but can go much longer without passing out, for example, or even crying out in pain. If they have a personality which tells them to just grin and bear it, it provides a lot of opportunities for interesting storylines and characters. Especially if the caretaker has to watch them be hurt yet accepting of their pain, only wincing at maximum, and they are appalled as to how Whumpee could take that and it’s not normal to take that much pain and someone help Whumpee before they allow themself to be drastically hurt with nothing more than a pained hiss and an “I’ve had worse.”
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He was trained and made to fight for L.
Ryo now repents for his actions without protest as L tortures and torments him.
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Ryo.
Loyal whumpees...for whatever reason, the whumpee willingly serves whumper, be it Stockholm Syndrome, love, respect, whatever reason.
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Whumper who demands complete stoicism during “training sessions” but is inwardly thrilled when he pushes whumpee past their limit- to a point where they can’t help but react. Cry out in pain, flinch, wince, ball up their fists. That will all be trained out of them soon… and soon they’ll be perfect.
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Ryo. ^
So, you have heard of parental caretakers, and now get ready for, parental whumpee's!.
Picture this, caretaker is the sweet ray of sunshine who is always worried for people, they are a nurse and whumpee, the stoic "being tortured for god knows how long has totally not affected me whatsoever because if it did it would make me weak" type who is also both scared and deeply craves gentle affectionate contact, who is caretaker's patient, caretaker is always fuzzing over whumpee because when they first came into their care they were basically half dead and is so scared that if they slip up whumpee will die, while whumpee is just sitting there in their bed internally screaming because to them caretaker is just the cutest thing ever and also feels horrible having to relay on them because it makes them feel like powerless/a useless burden, i think that after some time they end up becoming friends and whumpee's protective/parental feelings over whumpee just awaken alongside this weird dread that's like "what if whumper comes back to finish the job? What if they come back and before they take me they HURT caretaker?", Which like, wouldn't that be a shame if that actually happened huh!.
Bonus Points if whumpee is like, pretty buff/strong and caretaker still fusses over them anyway.
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< completely unedited, unlooked over, stream of consciousness. will possibly edit/ pt.2 later on punishment. >
Oops.
The great doors to the atrium parted upon his arrival. He was welcomed back by the whispers of his peers. “Woah that’s a lot of blood, I wonder if it’s all his...” “Nah, ne never comes back without his mark. Don’t you know?” “I heard his mission was a little kid.” “A kid? Seriously? Do you think he did it?” “I mean look at him, I think so.”
He kept his eyes low; tried to tune out the whispers. They meant nothing. Public opinion didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. His body felt heavy with the pain. Truth be told, a lot of the blood was his own this time. He’d fucked up, let himself be tricked, he’d been stupid.
He had to report in before anything else. If he took the time to be treated he knew it would only make things worse for him. He could find the way to the large room he reported to in the pitch black if he needed to, it was so ingrained in him at this point. Warm blood dripping from his damaged arm trailing along the stone floor behind him.
Once he found himself in the cavernous room, he knelt, bowing his head in reverence. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled and he couldn’t bring himself to speak. “Ryo, wait there a moment.” He would never know how his lord could tell that it was him even with his back turned. L closed and latched a wooden box and picked up the letter opener from off the desk before turning to face Ryo. “Report.”
Ryo didn’t dare look up, his hand tightened around the wound somewhere around his bicep, it was hidden but his clothing and armor, but surely L would have noticed the blood. “Yes, my Lord.” He began with confidence, but quickly “I-” he stuttered and lost conviction. He knew the report was meaningless, L had been watching. L had seen what happened, how he had let himself be tricked. “The boy... he...” Reliving the moment in his mind, he was far away now.
“Yes?” L prompted him to continue. Ryo said nothing, just sat kneeled on the floor, wide-eyed, watching the whole thing replay in his minds eye over and over. The boy had looked so familiar, and he hadn’t seemed dangerous, just lost. He was asking for help, he had needed help. But then... No he wasn’t Hiro after all. He looked just like him. He shut his eyes trying to shut out the visions of his heavy blade slicing clean through the kids neck, severing his familiar head from his small body. Ryo couldn’t stop himself from shaking now.
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Ryo wanted more than anything just to get out of that room; get Hiro to safety. He would have to spend enough time there soon enough. Shakily he rose, cradling his ruined hand. His brother stood staring, unmoving, expression a blend of horror and rage.
“Hiro,” he began quietly barely above a whisper. His younger brother refused to move or speak. “Hiro,” he tried again, reaching out to him, but was cut short by Hiro swatting him away. He looked at him with piercing eyes filled with rage and disgust. Ryo didn’t think he could bear to see that expression. Ah… am I too dirty for him now? A deep sadness washed over him. “Hiro… please” his voice came out pained and unstable as he tried a third time.
“Disgusting.” Hiro nearly spat and turned on his heel and headed for the door. Ryo could only be relieved that he was leaving. As long as he was out of this room he would be able to protect him. No matter what the cost. He smiled weakly to himself.
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“You did what?!” Kiren exclaimed upon hearing Ryos confession. “You’re crazy. You’d really die for this kid?!”
“He’s not just any kid, Kiren, he’s my brother…”
“But still… don’t you think that’s taking brotherly love a little too far…?”
“I have to protect him.”
“Ungrateful little…” Kiren trailed off mumbling.
“If he dispises me for this then that’s simply something I will have to bear. At least he’ll be safe and that’s all that matters.”
Nnrgh. Audible annoyance. Little brat. Kiren didn’t want to hear any of Ryos rationalities right now and he was growing to hate this kid. Coming in and taking his— he had to remind himself to take a deep breath.
He knew Ryo wouldn’t break after a week but he’d probably be in pretty bad shape… probably. He’d have to be ready to provide any support he could. Not that he’d be of much help anyways. No healing… there was no way by the end of the week he wouldn’t have wounds on top of unhealed wounds. Though Ryo had a decent presence at over six feet, there was simply no way L wouldn’t run out of preferred canvas. But Ryo knew what he was signing up for. Honestly what an idiot. Kiren ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head.
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Sacrifice and Ryo.
I was reading a post about things someone sacrifices other than just their lives.
Things Ryo sacrifices:
His freedom.
His rights.
His free-will.
His happiness.
His morals- he’s killed for L before.
His body. Covered in scars and disfigured.
His basic needs. Sleep and food.
His dignity. He knows his place.
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“Please! I’ll make it up to you! I’ll come tonight and give you what you want!” Ryo pleaded desperately, a rare true look of pure distress splayed plainly across his face.
“Ohh?” L purred in delight, considering the offering. “And why should I want you instead of him?” It was a joy to torment his favorite toy. They both knew what he was after but it was so much more fun to do it this way.
“I-you can do what you want with me. I won’t fight you…” Ryo choked out the words in shame. Heat rising in his face.
“Oh Is that so? Hmm…” L tapped the whip against his boot in thought, pretending to weigh his options.
Ryo knew he had to sweeten the deal. “Whatever his time is… I’ll double it.” He said determinedly. A moment of pause; Ryo held In suspense.
“Triple it. Come to me every night this week, and you’ll receive no healing.” L’s voice suddenly joyless, stating his terms.
Ryo swallowed hard. “Deal.” He said sealing his fate.
“Get out. I’ll be seeing you tonight.”
< Next {x}. >
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A well-trained soldier, Ryo became too valuable of a pawn and began being kept more for personal reasons. Still under contract he has no hope of escape.
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L is very particular about things- Ryos body posture while training him being a big one.
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“You mustn’t make a sound.” ~L training Ryo.
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First Sightings
“Who’s that?” Hiro asked Kyo.
A group of students crowded around one student in particular. The subject in focus, a tall teen with sandy blonde hair and a naturally muscular build. He was smiling sheepishly, clearly having been ambushed. Hiro noticed it wasn't just girls crowding him but other guys too.
“Hmm? That? Oh that’s Ryo. You could say he’s one of the most popular guys here, he’s nice. He’s always helping people out.” Kyo fulfilled his role as a guide well. He knew things about everything. Hiro didn’t understand, he could never see himself idolizing someone like they all seamed to.
For a moment their eyes linked. Had he felt him staring? Ryo’s expression changed, his friendly smile dropped and he froze, almost as if he recognized Hiro. Hiro looked away quickly, better not to get involved, Hiro wasn’t looking for the spotlight, in fact, he’d much rather stay as far away from it as possible, preferring his little dark corner in the shadows instead.
a/n super unedited & bad but whatever I'm just going to start posting things.
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“Get up.”
“Get up.”
Ryo shot upright, panting, eyes wide. He had awoken abruptly in a cold sweaty panic. He held his head in his hand, and took a moment to compose himself.
“Hmm?” Kiren turned, pulling his reading glasses down his nose. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s- It’s nothing,” Ryo lied poorly, caught off-guard. “Just a nightmare.” He closed his eyes tightly for as moment before pushing his bangs back off of his sweaty forehead and locking his eyes on the ceiling. The voice echoed quieter and quieter in Ryo’s head. It wasn’t a dream. He knew it wasn’t just a dream. It was a command. And he had complied without hesitation.
Kiren frowned and kept his eyes locked on Ryo for a moment before deciding to drop it and turning back to his newspaper.
Things were good. Better, in fact, than he could have imagined. Both him and Ryo were on the outside now. If they could just keep it like this... He didn’t need to worry quite so much anymore... right? Part of him knew better; knew there was no way he would just let him go. Was he only being allowed to live out his dream to watch it all be crushed? Was this the beginning of the end? Was it all too good to be true? Couldn’t this last forever?
Kiren knew that his paranoia had something going for it, but in that case there was nothing he could do and he would be utterly helpless. He chose to focus on the good and what he could do- for now. They were both safe. For now. Though his eyes scanned the newspaper page over and over again, he couldn't attain any meaning; his mind raced.
a/n: Ryo hardly fits in their single bed here. ( :
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