Unique highschool life

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Chapter. 80. Beating the piece-of-shit into pulp.

Word counts ---- 2000

Enjoy ~

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The suffocating silence of the Nagata household felt heavier that night, like the air itself was conspiring to choke what little hope remained.

Arina sat quietly at the dinner table, her spoon trembling in her hand as she avoided Yoshinori's gaze.

Across from her, Akira looked equally tense, his eyes darting between his plate and their cousin, who lounged smugly at the head of the table, as though he were the king of their crumbling domain.

Yoshinori picked at his food, sneering. "Be grateful I'm eating this slop instead of flinging it in your face," he muttered. His tone was sharp, laced with venom that made Arina's stomach churn.

Dinner was different that evening. Their sister, Asuka, wasn't home, and their parents hadn't returned for days. It was just the three of them—Arina, Akira, and the predator who had made their home a living nightmare.

Summoning courage he didn't have, Akira cleared his throat. "W-Where's Sister?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yoshinori's lips curled into a smirk. "She went out with a friend. What? You don't like that?"

"No, I-I didn't mean—" Akira stammered, his words faltering under Yoshinori's piercing glare.

"You think it's weird she left me behind?" Yoshinori's voice rose, his smirk replaced by a dangerous scowl. "Are you making fun of me?" His chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood.

"N-No, I didn't mean anything!" Akira's eyes widened with fear, his body trembling.

"You punk!" Yoshinori roared, grabbing Akira by the collar and yanking him up. "You're mocking me, aren't you?!"

"Argh—what are you doing?! Let me go!" Akira's cries echoed through the room, but they only seemed to fuel Yoshinori's rage.

Without warning, Yoshinori shoved Akira to the floor and pinned him down. He grabbed a length of rope from nearby and began tying Akira's wrists and ankles with a cruel precision.

"Please, stop!" Akira pleaded, struggling against the bindings. "Untie me, please!"

"Shut up!" Yoshinori slapped him hard across the face. "If you tell Asuka about this, I'll kill you." His voice was low, dripping with menace.

Arina, frozen in her chair, finally found her voice. "Big brother!" she cried, leaping to her feet to help Akira. But the moment Yoshinori turned to her, his face twisted in fury, she froze. Memories of the previous night flashed through her mind—his hands grabbing her, his leering eyes, and the sheer terror that had gripped her.

Her courage crumbled. Without another word, she bolted from the room, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Yoshinori snarled, abandoning Akira to chase after her.

"Stop it! Leave her alone!" Akira screamed, his voice breaking with desperation. "STOP IT!"

Arina's legs burned as she sprinted up the stairs, but her fear gave her strength. She could hear Yoshinori's heavy footsteps thundering behind her, his angry shouts echoing off the walls. She reached the top of the staircase but slipped, her knee slamming against the wood. Before she could recover, she felt his hand clamp around her ankle.

"Don't fight me!" Yoshinori hissed, his voice laced with twisted glee. "If you fight, it'll hurt my feelings. And if you hurt my feelings, there's no telling what I'll do!"

Arina's vision blurred with tears, but she lashed out with her free leg, kicking him squarely in the face. His nose crunched with a sickening sound, and blood spattered across his face as he fell back.

Arina scrambled to her feet, her mind racing. She couldn't make it to her room in time. Instead, she darted into the nearest bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it with trembling hands. She slid down to the floor, her body shaking as she hugged her knees to her chest.

Outside, Yoshinori bellowed in rage, his fists pounding against the door. "Open up! Why are you fighting this?!" His voice was a mix of fury and desperation. "If you just let me do what I want, it'll be over in no time!"

Arina pressed her hands over her ears, trying to block out his voice, but his words seeped through. "You hurt my feelings, Arina!" he shouted. "Now you're going to pay. You're going to pay for rejecting me!"

The door rattled under the force of his kicks. Each bang sent a jolt of terror through her. She bit her lip so hard it bled, her silent sobs wracking her small frame. "Please… someone, anyone, help me… save me from this hell."

The wood began to splinter, a small hole forming in the middle of the door. Arina's breath hitched as she saw his hand snake through the gap, fumbling for the lock. Her heart raced as the lock clicked open.

"No… no, no, no…" she whispered, scrambling to her feet.

The door swung open, revealing Yoshinori's bloodied face. His eyes burned with fury, his twisted smile sending a shiver down her spine.

"Got you," he said, stepping into the room.

Arina backed away until her heels hit the edge of the small bathtub. "Stay away from me!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with fear.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be," he cooed mockingly, advancing toward her. "You'll learn to like it."

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Aki stood in front of the Nagata family's door, his finger firmly pressed against the doorbell. The constant ringing echoed through the quiet street. He sighed in frustration, glancing at his watch before muttering under his breath.

"Is that man an idiot, or is he deaf? Even a thief would at least pause and let the hostage answer the door."

His patience wore thin. Clicking his tongue in irritation, Aki reached into his waist, pulling out a pistol fitted with a silencer. "Enough of this nonsense." He aimed at the door's lock and fired a precise shot. The door creaked open, swinging ajar.

The inside of the house reeked of neglect and something with a darker—vibe, perhaps. Aki's sharp ears caught the sounds of chaos upstairs: loud banging, furious shouting, and muffled cries. He stepped further in, his gaze scanning the dimly lit interior. His eyes fell on a boy, no older than fifteen, lying on the floor. The boy's hands and feet were bound with rough rope, and he was writhing, his desperate cries piercing the oppressive silence.

The boy froze when he saw Aki, his wide, tear-filled eyes locking onto the stranger. "P-Please," the boy stammered, his voice shaking. "Help... !"

Aki raised an eyebrow, his pistol still in hand. He pointed at himself mockingly. "Help who?" he asked dryly, tilting his head. "You?"

Akira shake frantically, his desperation overriding his fear. "Please! My sister's upstairs! He's going to—"

Aki gave the boy a small, almost amused smile. "That's why I came here, afterall ," he said calmly, stepping past him and heading toward the staircase. 'After all, I came here because I heard her scream. She called me her big brother when she first saw me,' His voice was light, but his eyes gleamed with a dangerous resolve.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Aki spotted a broken door hanging on its hinges. The scene before him made his blood boil. A man about his height had a young girl pinned to the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom. Her shirt was gone, leaving her in only her bra, and the man's filthy hands were fumbling at the waistband of her skirt.

The man was speaking, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Stop struggling, Arina. It's only going to make it worse for you."

Aki leaned casually against the doorframe, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Hey, buddy. She's only 12."

The man froze, turning his head just as Aki's foot collided with his face. The force of the kick sent him sprawling several feet across the room, slamming into the wall.

Arina gasped, her dry, silent sobs breaking into startled cries. She curled into herself, trembling as her tear-streaked face turned toward her savior. Aki's calm, piercing gaze met hers, and his expression softened.

"Arina," he said gently, stepping closer. "Come here. Get behind me."

Her movements were timid, almost mechanical, but she obeyed, clutching at his arm like a lifeline. Aki slipped off his nightgown, wrapping it around her shivering frame. His broad shoulders and chiseled frame were now bare, save for his boxer shorts.

"Go downstairs," Aki instructed, his voice steady. "Your brother's tied up. Untie him, and both of you wait in the living room. I need to settle some business here."

Arina hesitated, her trembling hands clutching at the hem of his boxers. Aki resisted the urge to make a joke about whether she wanted his pants too, knowing it wasn't the time. Instead, he knelt slightly, placing a firm but gentle hand on her head.

"Arina, listen," he said, his voice soft but commanding. "From now on, think of me as your new brother. I'm taking you and Akira to my place after this. Now go. Untie your brother, and wait for me. I won't take long."

She looked up at him, her wide, tear-filled eyes blinking in surprise. The simple gesture of a pat on the head seemed to light something inside her, a spark of hope and comfort she hadn't felt in years. She nodded timidly, releasing his boxers and whispering, "Okay."

"Good girl," Aki murmured, ruffling her hair. He watched as she hurried downstairs, clutching the nightgown tightly around her.

Turning back to the unconscious man in the bathroom, Aki let out a heavy sigh. "Not dead yet, huh?" he muttered, crouching down to inspect the bleeding wound on Yoshinori's head. "Lucky you."

He stood, rolling his shoulders. "Well, one or two more blow won't kill you, right?"

Without hesitation, Aki began stomping on Yoshinori's face,head, stomach, croch each blow delivered with a cold precision. The man groaned faintly, even in his unconscious state, his body twitching under the relentless assault.

Aki after delivered one final kick, he step back to admire his handiwork. Yoshinori's face was a bloody mess, his nose crooked and swollen, his lips split, and bruises forming rapidly.

"That should do it," Aki said, wiping his hands on a toilet paper form the bathroom. He reload his gun, "I want to kill you really badly but 'that' event is nearing so putting you there will be a great show."

*Bang *bang* bang *Bang*Bang *

Aki stood over Yoshinori's crumpled, blood-soaked body. The man was barely conscious, trembling as red liquid pooled beneath him, gushing from the savage wounds in his hands, legs, and even his groin. Aki's cold, calculating gaze never wavered as he crouched down, his voice dripping with venom.

"I can't risk you growing stronger while you're on that game, so i will let's you start the game with being a handicapped."

Yoshinori's faint groans were met with a sardonic smile as Aki spat on his battered form. "I hope you manage to entertain us when that time comes."

Standing, Aki casually dusted his hands off and turned on his heel, making his way downstairs. His phone was already in his hand as he pressed speed dial, the soft ring-ring of the line breaking the heavy silence of the house.

***Click***

"Yes, young master?" came a crisp, professional voice on the other end.

Aki's voice was low, his tone sharp and decisive. "Clean up the mess upstairs. Treat him. Make sure he stays alive... but just barely. I want him ready for the upcoming BTOOOM! event."

"Understood, young master," the voice replied without hesitation.

Aki ended the call, slipping the phone into his pocket as he stepped into the living room. He found Arina and Akira huddled together, their faces pale and eyes red from tears. The siblings looked up at him, a mix of gratitude and lingering fear in their expressions.

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I don't know much about BTOOOM! So I will ulter it like squid game background.

I was thinking of "high-rise- invasion"

But it turned out to be an isekai anime.

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