Half of Kyoya`s childhood could be considered hell.

His mother was gang raped when she was only 11. Nine months later, her parents found that she was pregnant, and took her to the hospital for abortion. Before the treatment was done, they performed a scan to determine the age of the fetus. They asked her again if she wanted the abortion. Kura was barely 12. The small bistro her family ran wouldn`t have been able to feed another mouth. Her parents strongly said yes. Yet, when Kura heard the beating sound of her son`s heart, she couldn`t bring herself to do the same.

A mother`s love is engraved into the DNA of humans. Even a 12-year-old has it.

Kyoya grew up in the strict instructions of his grandparents.

His mother gave birth to a frail body. Kyoya was tiny, clumsy, and weak. His infant stage was a nightmare for both the mother and the child. Corporal punishment was used without mercy by his grandmother. Repetition was the motto of his life. When Kyoya reached 8, he could already make eggrolls and do the dishes.

Frequent errand runs requested by his grandfather made him carry excessive weight, further hindering his growth. At the age of 9, Kyoya was shorter than most of his peers, but stronger than all. His grades were excellent, but he was very shy and timid. A certain female teacher took advantage of that. She couldn`t resist the sensation of his tender, spotless skin.

That was also when his mother entered the last year of highschool. Losing all hope to enter college, Kura began to work as a prostitute. She realized that all those years in school did not earn her a single coin.

Yet voluntarily being raped does. It all started when some bullies found that she had a child, and blackmailed her for sex. Kura became their slave. Stress was piling, and Kura was no saint. Her pent-up anger would be released upon Kyoya

“Bad guys… I really hate them… Not only are they males… But they always want to harm you…”

Until she stole their money and set it up as if they took it from eachother. The thugs fought, injuring themselves badly, and ended up being expelled.

By selling her body, Kura was earning just as much as her parents. Videos of her started popping up on the internet, and her services reached many, mostly students at first, and then a variety of men.

One day, someone did it without paying. Before he even considered beating her, Kura gave him extra care. The man literally fainted from ejaculating too much. She took everything that worth money, except the 500 grams of heroin he was caught carrying in the following day.

Kura failed college. A huge fight broke out, and she took Kyoya with her to Tokyo. Before night, she studied for a PT license. At night, she brought men home to make money. Meanwhile, Kyoya was still required to achieve excellent academics. Not being beaten up by his mother was already a prize for him.

That same person that Kura tricked got out of jail, and with luck he stumbled across her. That night, Kura was tortured while raped, while Kyoya was simply kicked away.

With a pencil in his hand and some action movie knowledge, Kyoya`s rage guided him to shank the pen in his thigh before kicking him in the crotch. The syringe that fell out of his pocket was quickly utilized as a weapon against him.

That night, the neighboring slums were filled with the shrieking sounds of a kid and the desperate wails of a man. His corpse did not stay in one piece.

Eventually, Kura got over it, as well as her PT license. On a random day, she was hired by a man with the family name of Shidehara, who turned out to be the chairman of a huge corporation…

“Kyoya… Uhm, so the reason why I`m bringing customers home is because my workplace was… dispatched.”

The shirt Kyoya put on covered the eight bundles of muscles on his abdomen. He was born with a natural eight-pack.

“First the yakuza raided the place. My own customer was abducted, and the whole place turned into a mess. Then the police came. They found that the hotel has been offering illegal penetration, so the place was officially shut down.”

“…”

“Ah… So there`s this female officer… She gave me this.” Kura pulled out something with a metallic shine. “She said she didn`t want to file anymore items, so she wanted me to keep it.”

A weapon, with four holes to put your fingers in and a skull decoration engraved onto the thick grip. At the pinky ring, a decent spike protruded, not sharp enough to be dangerous in your pocket, but can easily penetrate thick leather with ample pressure.

The silver brass knuckles with a spike on the hammer end looked intimidating.

Kyoya`s eyes brightened. With both hands he received it from Kura.

“Y-Your birthday was a month ago on this day right? Sorry for the late present… I don`t know what you would like… This could make a really cool paperweight!”

“Ti 10-2-3… This is a really expensive alloy...” Kyoya read.

“I hope you like it.”

“Thanks mom. I love it.” His lips curved into a smile.