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Christmas-challenge by Lilith Kisaragi:

Fandom: One Piece

Length: 600 words

Prompt: My first time

People involved: Jyabura/Lucci/Kaku

Warnings: Description of killing. Yaoi implied. A bit dark.


My first time

The barest hint of light jumbled in the middle of purest darkness. Kaku silently counted the days. He would be fifteen years old in twenty-seven days.

The boy couldn't really say that it bothered him. He was neither child nor man, but a natural killer. Absently he rubbed his hand across his face. He was a born monster.

Yet it sickened him. What he had done this night? Or was it this morning? His first kill with bare hands.

Kaku rolled onto his back. A long, tanned arm was thrown over his abs. He stared at his hands. During the night he had pushed his hands into a young body.

Warm blood had spilled across his hands and arms. The body had clutched his hands like warm gloves. He had never killed before with bare hands. His sword had always done the job for him. It was 'passive killing' as they had termed it.

Thus Lucci and Jyabura had grabbed him. Taking him on a real hunt. First had come the drinks. Kaku didn't enjoy killing. He was simply good at it. It was probably the same with prostitutes. They were good at sex. He was good at hunting and killing.

So he hadn't protested as they sent him onto the trail. And he had hunted. Chased his victim across town. Always on the cusp of the kill. When he started the final move, his adrenaline had set his blood on fire. He was blazing in the night.

A beacon of despair. Of blood. Of death.

Kaku pushed at a broad shoulder. Like the wolf he was, Jyabura snored quite noisily into his neck. Even in sleep he was annoying. So Kaku kicked him out of the bed. The arm around his middle tightened and Lucci growled warningly into his neck.

Kaku recalled how he had cornered his prey in a courtyard. First he had broken all the ribs. Then he had pushed his hands deep into the torso of his victim. Had he really heard growling and howling behind him? Maybe he had imagined the calls of two great predators behind him.

He couldn't remember really. He was too busy ripping out the heart and other organs. It was like being on a high. He didn't consider himself much of a beast. They all had different styles of killing. He prefered fast and clean. As clean as killing could be.

But in this dark night he had indulged in a strange, primitive side he hadn't known of.

Kaku's eyes squirmed at the brightening morning light that peaked past the curtains. Again he looked at his hands. They were misleadingly white and clean. A purple mark at his wrist caught his eyes. It was bite mark. Kaku combed through his memories of last night. He remembered Lucci holding his arms still, while Jyabura had a grip on his legs.

Legs. A picture of him ripping out long, strong legs with curved muscles flashed in front of his eyes. His stomach knotted even further. Had he really ripped apart a human being like a mad carnivore? He knew he had ripped chunks of flesh off bones. Muscles had torn under his frenzy. Sinews snapping in his hands.

A hairy leg moved between his, pressing a rather nice morning wood into his back. Ecstasy moved along his spine.

'Morning.'