FORWARD:  I wasn't going to send this out, but I was
prodded a bit, and so I'm giving in.  This is not a joke
story!  I have actually written sequels to this (yes, I
know it's sad..)!  I'm not really looking for spell checking,
just your comments.  ANd if anyone would be interested in
reading a little more..

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You're Never Too Old...
A Darkfic

     "Can I talk to you?"
     Ryuuji looked at his mother, saw the look in her eyes.
He dreaded that look.  He shrank back into his room.
     "You come out here now.  I have something to say to
you."  She never raised her voice, she never needed to.  The
fact that she was his mother was all that mattered.
     Ryuuji stepped out into the hall, his heart hammering
away in his chest.  He took two tentative steps towards his
mother, his hands clammy.  "Please..."
     "None of that.  Come in here where I can talk to you
in private."  She had stepped back into her room, commanding
him, beckoning him.  He could not refuse.
     He whimpered, not understanding why his mother had to
do this.  He clutched tightly to his clothes, the fear
evident on his face.  Still, he could not disobey her
summons.  He entered her room and immediately stood against
the wall, it providing him some comfort.
     She closed the door and stood in front of him, her eyes
still holding that look.  If anyone else had known what the
look meant, they would be just as frightened, if not more
so, than Ryuuji.  She put her finger to his chin and smiled
when he flinched.  "You know..."  She stepped closer, their
bodies only an inch apart.  "You look just like your father."
     They were words he hated to hear, especially from his
mother.  Ryuuji tried to step back further, to pass through
the wall.  He was covered in sweat, his whole body hot,
except where his mother was touching him.  That felt like
ice.  "Why?" He managed to squeak out.
     "Your father's been gone for so long...  And you're
so sweet."  She stepped closer, pressing her body fully
against his.  Her other hand rested on his chest.  "Just
do this for me.  Do this for your mother..."
     Ryuuji wanted to cry out, to run away.  He wanted to
push his mother away and leave the house forever, but he
couldn't.  "No," he said in a very small voice.  "Please
not any more."
     Anger showed on her face.  "Don't talk to me that
way!  You will do what you are told!"  She stepped back,
which relieved Ryuuji for a moment.  "Now take off your
shirt."
     His blood turned to ice.  He hesitated one moment
too long.  She slapped him, marking his cheek.  "I said
take off your shirt!"
     He slipped off his shirt, holding back the tears of
guilt and shame.  Silently he wished that his father had
never died.  For even at the age of 17, he was too weak
resist Nabiki Tendo.

END

  END NOTES:  Please don't kill me!  =)  There you go.
As for the identity of the father, I didn't think it was
important since it was only teh image I used to picture
the character.  This is audience participation, so you
may imagine whoever you'd like as the father..  

-- 
Lara

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