Summary: Seventeen-year-old Matt finds a homeless nine-year-old boy. He decides to take him in and care for him. But a major problem forms when he starts to get feelings he shouldn't about such a young child.

Note/Warning: This is totally un-canon. Also, the random characters I throw in here that don't matter will be OOC. Also, also, there's rape in this first chapter.

And this would be the Prologue.

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A little boy with blonde, dirty, matted hair was sitting, hunched up, against the wall of a little bakery called Sweet Petite. He had his arms wrapped around his legs which were pulled up tightly to his chest and his head rested on his knees. The attempts he made to stay warm were failing though and he shivered madly.

He was covered head to foot in dirt and bruises and he was wearing ripped black cargo shorts and a loose fitting black tank top littered with little holes here and there. He looked to be maybe somewhere around the age of eight; he was just so small and frail looking. It was anyone's guess how long he'd been out on the streets.

It was raining heavily and every few minutes he would go into a fit of body-wracking coughs. People who walked by him just ignored his presence and went about their tasks quickly as possible to get out of the rain sooner. The boy was under one of the awnings surrounding the shop so that the rain wouldn't hit him as much but he was still thoroughly soaked.

A little blonde girl in pig-tails and a pink frilly dress holding her mother's hand , stared at the boy from the protection of their umbrella as they were passing. She strained against her mother's strides to look back at him.

"Mommy! Why is that boy sitting there?" She looked to the boy's shivering body then to her mother who had finally stopped.

"He's probably just some homeless child." She looked over to him with a look of pity on her face. She sighed. "Now come along, we have to hurry for the shoot, darling." The little girl's face scrunched up and she planted her feet firmly on the ground.

"Can't we take him to our home then?"

"No, we can't. I'm sorry, now we really must get going." The mother started to drag her away as the girl stared on at his form sadly until she couldn't see him anymore.

The blonde boy sighed and held himself tighter as a strong wind blew his hair about his face. People just didn't seem to care for anyone but themselves these days.

He looked up when he heard the jingle of the bell hanging on the door as it was opened. A short, slightly round, man walked out and glared at the boy when he noticed him sitting in front of his shop.

"Hey kid, get lost! I can't have you hangin' around my shop like this! Beat it!" He made a motion with his hands as to shoo him away. The boy got up as quickly as he could, given his freezing state, and trudged down the street coughing a little more.

A few shops down, he turned into an alley that was covered by a tarp attached to the buildings around it, making it quite dry. He sat against a dumpster and went back to his attempts at keeping himself warm and he looked around him. It wasn't as dirty as you would think an alley to be and he was glad for it; he really didn't like things being disorderly. He sat there for a while staring at nothing in particular, just waiting for time to go by.

The on-looking street was getting quieter as less and less people walked by. The rain even seemed to tone down a little and turned into a more gentle shower. It actually seemed peaceful there. The sky outside the alley was growing darker too.

'It must be getting close to sunset..' The boy wondered. 'I'm getting tired out here.. it's getting so quiet..' He fought against his heavy eyelids, but they eventually slid closed as he curled up on the ground and quietly coughed a few times before he quickly fell asleep.

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It had been about two to three hours since he had fallen asleep. It was dark outside now and the rain had stopped, leaving a bitter chill over the streets. He began to stir when the sound of loud voices wandered towards him. He tried blocking it out, thinking whoever it was would just pass by quickly, but it grew louder and louder until finally it was just a couple feet away from him. His eyes snapped open and he looked around him, sitting up quickly. His vision blurred as he momentarily lost the blood flow to his head.

"Hey, look what we have here! Somebody left us a little present!" One voice slurred out next to him. His vision cleared and he saw he was cornered by two men. One of them had liquor bottle in their hand and the other had a cigarette hanging from his lips. The one with the bottle, tall and thin with black hair, sauntered over and kneed down to the kid, taking his chin in one of his slender hands. He tried to pull away but the grip stayed strong and he was forced to look into black hazy eyes.

"God, he's a cute little thing. Hey, let's have some fun with him, yea?" He smirked and looked to his silvery-blonde haired friend with the cigarette. He nodded and walked over with an evil tint to his eyes that made the boy try to push the black-haired person away

"St-stop! Please! Don't come near me!" He put his arms in front of his body to protect himself, but the man with the cigarette and sleek blonde hair grabbed his wrists, shoved him down, and pinned his hands above his head. The one with black hair got rid of his bottle now and took a pocket knife out of his back pocket. He opened it and pressed the tip to the boy's cheek who was shivering in fear now. He shut his eyes tight and half-heartedly struggled; he knew he couldn't stop them even if he tried.

He felt a hand go to his shirt, pulling it up with a tug, then he could hear the thin fabric being sliced through. The shirt lay open in half only attached by the shoulders and his pale body lay open to the roaming eyes around him.

"W-what are you gonna do..?" his worried voice carried out weakly, cracking in fear. Ha stared up at the one who cut his shirt, searching his eyes for any sort of clues.

"How about we show you?" He smiled at his friend. "I call dibs on the back! You can take the front, Res."

The one called 'Res' smirked evilly and flipped the boy over unceremoniously so that he was on his hands and knees. The boy coughed, losing his breath from the force. Res took the remains of the tank top off and threw it somewhere behind him.

"Sure thing, Gevii." He took an extra long puff on his cigarette and blew the smoke into the child's face, laughing as he coughed and gagged at the smell and used one of his hands to swat it away from him. Then Res decided to flick the rest of the cigarette away from him. Behind the boy, 'Gevii' swiftly tugged the cargo shorts down to their owner's knees only to find that the boy didn't wear any undergarments. He chuckled as his growing erection strained against his pants at the sight.

"Aw, hey Res! Look! The boy likes to go commando! Isn't that just cute?" Res looked over to what his friend was showing to him like a new toy.

"Ah, yea. Ugh, Gevii, I'm getting hard just looking at him! Can we get started already?"

"Yes, let's."

The boys face was flushing at such an embarrassing thing to be so exposed like this.

'Hard'? He asked his young mind. 'What the heck does 'hard' mean? How can he be 'hard'? He's just a human, and humans don't get 'hard'. His face was scrunched up in thought and he forgot about the situation he was in until he felt something poking between his rear cheeks. He stiffened up immediately at the abnormal touch and went to move forward but found that he couldn't as a strong hand was placed on his head, stopping his actions. He saw in front of him that the man had unfastened his pants enough to have his private parts out and about in the chilly air. He unconsciously let a frightened squeak leave his lips that made the man moan.

"Open your mouth, kid." Res ordered, but the boy only pursed his lips together as tightly as he could and shook his head. The man scoffed at his actions.

"Hey Gevii, he doesn't wanna open up for me. Think you can help?" The boy felt something shove it's way into him from behind and he screamed in pain and shock, and Res took that as queue to shove his length inside the boy's small mouth. He gagged a couple times from the unexpected salty taste of the man's flesh and started to choke as it was roughly thrusted down his throat. Res moaned loudly and pulled back a little so he wouldn't totally constrict the boy's breathing abilities and cause him to black out or something; half of him still rested inside the wet little mouth.

"Mmm, fuck. Feels amazing. You should really hurry up, Gevii. You're probably missing out on a great fuck." The boy realized that what was inside his ass already was just a finger as another one wriggled it's way through his tight ring of muscle and began to scissor him quite painfully making the abused groan around Res' shaft.

"Yea I know. And, fuck, he's gonna be tight as hell!" Gevii removed his two fingers and the boy relaxed the slightest bit at getting rid of the strange feeling the fingers had caused. But his eyes widened and he tried to yell at them to stop as he felt something much bigger and hotter pressing at his already sore entrance. All that came out was muffled groans that made his throat vibrate around Res' shaft causing him to moan again, even louder.

Gevii quickly shoved his way into the impossibly tight hole of the boy, making him scream around Res as much as he could. Tears started to pour down his cheeks and splattered silently on the ground and he wished with all his being that he could be dead. But he knew his wish wouldn't be granted and he would be forced to endure this torture as Gevii started to roughly thrust into his backside and moan wantonly, Res doing the same to his mouth.

He felt like his ass was being torn brutally in half and he wanted to scream so badly to get some of his frustration and fright out, but the appendage in his mouth prevented that. He could feel something warm and thick start to run down his thighs as the pain just kept getting worse and the thrusts more frantic. At this point Gevii let out a particularly loud, long moan.

"Fuck, I'm ready to come!"

"Yea me too." Res roughly shoved his dick a little further down the boy's throat as he was trying to swallow a cry, and clenched his teeth and groaned lowly as he came, shooting his semen down the raw throat. The boy bucked back, letting Res' now limp penis fall from his mouth, as he felt like he were being drowned, and ended up impaling himself further onto Gevii's length now fully sheathed inside him; he screamed as loud as his sore throat would let him. It felt incredible to the dark haired man and he shuddered, letting out a throaty moan and thrusting his hips a few more times, making sure to get all of his load into the tight tunnel he was currently burried in.

He pulled out slowly and watched in glee as his semen slowly dripped out of the boy's abused, raw and bleeding hole. He and Res simultaneously fastened their pants back on, Gevii picking up his formerly forgotten liquor, and they walked away chatting as they were before like nothing had happened.

The boy lay trembling, coughing and spluttering, still crying and holding himself on the ground with his shorts crumpled around his ankles. If he lived after this, he knew he could never look at people the same way. He wouldn't be able to see hope in good people after this. All he would see was pain and suffering in his future.

'God..' he prayed in his head, too torn to speak aloud. 'Please.. Help me.. please..' Then he blacked out and fell into a deep sleep filled with nightmares replaying something he never wanted to go through again.

End of Prologue.

So.. You probably hate me for letting Mello get raped like that.. and I am terribly sorry. It hurt me a lot to write this but I just couldn't let it be all cliché and have Matt come in and rescue him at just the right time as would usually happen. And sorry that Gevanni and Rester had to be the rapists. Like I said, they were totally OOC. Oh and guess who the little girl in the beginning was?!

Well anyways, please review and tell me how you liked/hated it and I will reply and get the next chapter up soon. And feel free to point any grammatical errors I may have made. I hate making little mistakes, but I'm usually too lazy to look for them.

Goodbye.