Disclaimer: I don't own squat. This chapter has ton of time skips.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LARGE AMOUNT OF CHILD ABUSE AND A RAPE SCENE! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE WEAK STOMACHED OR CAN'T STAND THIS! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

"What's the purpose of life? Every day is another day of pain and beatings. Another day of suffering and tears; I am worthless. I deserve to die. I lack the right to live. I must die." Excerpt from Freak's wall

"You idiot, do you know what you've done?" The larger man bellowed striking downwards. He stood close to six feet, of pure muscle. At his feet lay a bloody pulp. The pulp shivered in fear, curling up in a ball trying to protect it's self. The older man raised his right fist and pummeled it. After what felt like hours the beatings stopped. The pulp thought that it was over; in reality the older man, Horasch Lesjhorolo, had actually missed and hit concrete wall. Cursing, Horasch kicked the Freak in the ribs. Laughing he watched as blood poured out of his property's mouth. Flipping it over, Horasch undid the belt buckle on his jeans and screwed it. The pulp didn't bother resisting or crying out, all that did was make it worse.

3 Years Later

A man pulled his wife closer to him; they had been searching for close to twelve years to no avail.

Freak lay slumped in his cell, while his master was gone to some job interview or the other. Moving around, Freak winced as the chains cut into his raw flesh. For as long as he could remember he had only known on color, blood red. He was beat, raped, whipped, burned, cut and other tortures that would make the Inquisition look like a picnic.

During the infrequent periods he had to himself, Freak had taught himself how to read and write; all learned from the newspaper he used as a blanket. Freak glanced at the door, praying for food or death. But he knew that'll never happen. No matter how badly beaten, how much blood he lost, he always healed quickly. A crash sounded as the door opened and a pair of hands dragged him forward. Caught unawares, Freak cried out at the sudden pain. Backhanding Freak, Horasch watched in sick satisfaction as it quieted. Pulling it close he sneered, "My employer is coming over so you better be quiet! And no repeats like last time, or it will be worse of a punishment!"

Before Freak could respond he was thrown against the inside of his cell. He remembered what happened last time, he had tried to get people's attention to the hidden cell behind the wall; his Master told everyone it was the local teenagers causing trouble. When everyone was gone, he had tied Freak facedown onto a bed and whipped him. Then when there wasn't a piece of flesh left, he flipped Freak around and whipped his front. Sadly the worst wasn't over; Horasch had grabbed a large container of salt and poured it over freak. Freak shuddered at the memory, not something he wanted to go through again.

Five Hours Later; Around Dinner Time

The rich smells coming from the inside of the house could easily be smelled from outside. The smell of steak was so strong; Freak thought he could have lived off of it. He had barely been thrown in when he was dragged out to cook. Freak didn't mind, because it was something he always had to do, but he was so hungry. He heard voices outside, no doubt complimenting Horasch on my cooking.

Outside in Main Room

Horasch was beaming with pleasure; the man who came looking for heavy mover was putty in his hands. A good meal here some polite words there, equals job. His wife was harder to read but that didn't matter. Dinner was served, dishes put away, now it was time for business. The man across of him was probably in his mid thirties. He was wearing a white lab coat and had the rough beginnings of a beard. Crooked rectangular glasses on his nose kept slipping now and then. Seta reached down his pocket for his lighter; remembering that he had left it back at the hotel. Glancing over at his wife he asked to borrow her lighter. Haruka shook her head and glanced at their host. Horasch saw this as the prefect opportunity to score points, so he went to upstairs to get his lighter.

When he left Seta zoomed straight over to a collection of ancient pottery on the wall. Stifling her laughter, Haruka shook her head, some things never changed. Set was still a kid when it came to artifacts. Her throat tightened as she remembered that today, he would've been twelve. Blinking away the tears Haruka recalled that day.

Flashback

After a painful childbirth, Haruka was holding her son, Keitaro. She and her husband, Seta, had been overjoyed at the thought of being parents. He was a handsome baby, but the most discerning feature on him was that, his right eye was charcoal black and his left was sky blue. They had left the hospital happy as can be, and returned to their apartment. The following day when Haruka woke, she went to the crib and cried out in horror. Seta ran to her, taking in the sight. Keitaro was gone, and their apartment door was busted open. Haruka didn't remember much after that, it was all a blur. Not even when she was giving birth to her daughter, Sara, did she feel anything.

End Flashback

Haruka was brought out of her thoughts as their host shouted at Seta, "OY! Put that pottery back on the shelf and be careful!" Rolling her eyes Haruka saw her husband inspecting a plat from every angle. Looking guilty Seta placed it back, but his elbow hit a pitcher next to it knocking it over. The sound of pottery breaking never happened, the pitcher had bent forward with a click and the wall opened.

Freak watched as light bathed his cell. Seta looked in horror as the stench of feces hit him. Haruka was smirking at her husband's clumsiness, but it changed to outrage at what she could see. Horasch was unconcerned as all he saw was a housewife and a science nerd. He drew his switchblade from his pocket and charged at the man. The next moment he was in the neighbor's kitchen. Seta was calling the cops and an ambulance while Haruka was brushing off her knuckle. She ran to the child and fainted.

Six Hours Later

Haruka woke to her five year old daughter snuggling into her side; while she lay on a hospital bed. Swinging herself off of the bed she inadvertently woke up Sara, but that was the least of her concerns. She saw him, her son! Haruka exited the room she was in and stopped the first doctor she saw. The doctor was hesitant to tell her, mainly because of the mad glint in her eyes, and flagged down security. Said security became new patients. Stammering it out, Haruka ran with Sara on her heels, to room F66. She ignored the doctors trying to keep her from the room, shoving the lucky ones aside and using the unlucky ones as bats. Eventually they stopped trying to stop her. She entered the room and opened his eyes, right black and left blue.

Seta finally found his wife and daughter, (not really hard all he had to do was follow the bodies), crying next to the bed of the kid they had saved. Between her tears and sobs, Haruka told him who the boy was. Seta joined his wife in creating a new river. Sara had no idea what was going on so she just hugged them both.

Nine Years Later

In the months following the incident Haruka and Seta pushed for the maximum sentence against the man. Horasch was given a lethal injection more than seven years ago. During the time following his death Haruka and Seta re-raised Keitaro, giving him the childhood he never had. Sara was understandably jealous until she told the reasons why, though it was a much more G version than what actually happened. Keitaro Urashima healed past his physical scarring, but never recovered from his mental or emotional scarring. He could talk to females' fine but around males, especially older men, he grew scared. Even Seta was given the same treatment for close to three years, until Keitaro felt he could trust him. Sadly even with all of the love and care he was given, Keitaro lacked a purpose for him to live life. Fearing he might take his own life, Haruka placed him into a mental hospital to help him. The week he spent in there was counter-productive, mainly because of the fact the head doctor believed in reliving your fears and conquering them. When he was released Keitaro fled to his room and didn't leave it at all. Close to the point of losing it Hinata saved him from choosing death over life. She told him of the blessing of Tokyo University, and if you made it in then you would be blessed with eternal happiness. From that day on, Keitaro dedicated his self to getting in.

The family had moved back to Japan, with Haruka resuming her working job as owner of a Tea house. Seta became a part time professor at Tokyo University and leading archeological digs. The day following their return from a vacation, Keitaro celebrated his 21st birthday. By family tradition, a member of the Urashima family is given their inheritance on said birthday. Keitaro's was the All Girl's Dorm, located behind the Tea house. He had seen the girls but had never talked to any of them. Sara on the other hand had long talks with them and knew everything about them. She had told him how; Naru wanted to get into Tokyo University too, Naru's best friend Mitsune drunk sake and gambled A LOT. Then of Su, who worshipped bananas and loved building WMD. Then there was Motoko who carried and used a sword to bring justice on evildoers. Last of all were the two new residents of the dorm, a talented chef named Shinobu and a ditzy melon woman, Mutsumi. If only Sara wasn't sick with the flu on the day Keitaro went up to the dorms then maybe a more peaceful outcome might've occurred.

Keitaro was walking up the steps to the dorm, Haruka had told him that all the girls would be there waiting in the lounge room. Taking a deep breath, Keitaro pushed the doors open and walked in.

Few Minutes Earlier

Shinobu tossed the last of the plates into the dishwasher, and ran to the lounge room. Haruka had said to be there and Shinobu was wondering what Haruka had wanted to tell them that was so important. The other girls would be back soon from the baths and Shinobu wanted to change out of her dirty apron. So caught up in her thoughts, Shinobu didn't even notice the banana peel on the floor till it was too late. She slipped and fell to the floor. Squeezing her eyes shut, Shinobu waited for the inevitable pain. Instead she felt someone's arm catch her behind her back, saving her from the hard ground. Looking up she saw a girl holding her, the girl's caramel bangs covered the eyes of her savior.

"Are you all right?" Shinobu was shocked; this wasn't a woman, but a man! A man was holding her! His arms felt so warm on her body, Shinobu's mind went into overload and she passed out. Keitaro frowned as the girl he had caught turned red in the face and passed out. Picking her up, Keitaro laid her down onto the nearby couch. As he finished laying her down, the other girls entered the room. Before they could speak Keitaro straightened and bowed slightly saying, "Hello my name is Keitaro Urashima and I'm the new manager of the dorm. Also this young girl passed out."

Su squealed with joy at finally seeing the elder sibling of her best friend forever, Sara. Mitsune guzzled her sake, content to watch the impending fireworks. Mutsumi clasped her hands together at the thought of a new study buddy. Naru and Motoko just saw red; a perverted male broke into the dorm, attacked Shinobu and now was sprouting lies! As one they charged.

A/N: This is the winning poll story! The results were as follows, Never Assume-12, Forbidden-11, and New Blood-9. Thanks to all the people who voted! Now a challenge for all my wonderful readers; if this story gets 20 reviews by Monday, then I'll update an already written chapter two. Not enough reviews will result in me updating in about a week or more.