Hey there! So this is gonna sound totally weird but I'm writing an odd, somewhat disturbing fic. It is using the Xros Wars characters but it's an AU, so I hope people like it. This will be a Sociopathic AU and will have some disturbing themes. It is written for Tale in Fragments Challenge and uses the prompt 'destroyed'. Warnings for sex slavery, references to rape and eventually some gruesome descriptions. Thumbs up to anyone who manages to guess the person Tagiru bumps into.
Chapter 1
Red liquid dripped down his legs as he lay there, panting. With no strength to move, he didn't even groan as he was kicked in the ribs.
"Get up," A harsh voice grunted. "Get dressed, you need to go shopping."
There was it. The next order, it was all his life had become. Clients coming and going and when they weren't, his master would be giving orders to go shopping to get supplies for the business. Yes, Mashimo Hideaki was a Master to Sex Slaves. It had run down in his family and was the main source of earnings for their family, kidnapping young boys and girls at the age of 10 and turning them into sex slaves. Anyone that caught their eye really.
"Y-yes, master," Akaishi Tagiru stood, his hands shaking as he dressed himself, trying not to collapse. Clients were usually either really gentle or really rough and Hideaki was always calculating and gentle, making Tagiru's body respond in ways that even he didn't understand. After getting dressed, Tagiru attempted to leave there as fast as he could before Hideaki changed his mind. If he had to deal with another client right now, he didn't know if he'd be able to survive. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time this happened but usually Hideaki did step in before death actually took him, ending his existence.
Not that it would hurt…death might be comforting actually…
Tagiru stepped out into the market place, wearing a cloak as he usually did to hide his appearance. His appearance was bruised, one scar across his forehead and a few down his neck, that were visible at the very least. It was a good thing his body was not exposed to the public all the time, other than the clients at least. Clients didn't care what the body looked like, all they cared about was their enjoyment. His head spun so much that he could barely see where he was going and ended up bumping into someone, nearly knocking both himself and the stranger down.
"Ow," Tagiru muttered. "I'm really sorry."
"It's alright, no harm done," A surprisingly friendly voice said and a hand was offered to him. Tagiru had to blink at this. Everyone in this town knew him as a sex slave and weren't usually so friendly so it was surprising to see such a friendly voice.
Slowly, Tagiru took his hand allowing himself to be pulled up to meet warm grey eyes and realised he hadn't seen these eyes before. Looking at the young man, he had spiky brown hair and had a rather odd sort of clothing, like the ones they had in larger cities. Realising he was staring, his face flushed and he made to pull away.
"Are you alright?" The man asked. His face appeared…he couldn't tell but it was an expression he had never really seen before. "Your face…that scar…it isn't my business to ask but…"
Tagiru stepped back, heart racing. He made to run away but his vision blurred, his body swaying. No, this was not a good time, it really wasn't, he needed to get back or his master would kill him but he couldn't seem to remain standing anywhere. The young man in front of him was becoming blurred and before he knew it, everything went black.