Life is Cruel

Chapter One: Gilbet...

How time passes is a funny thing. One moment a baby in a loving family the next working in the Red-light district as a male prostitute to pay of debts and pay for school. How funny. Or not funny, it really did depend on the person and Roderich did not find it funny. He missed the times when his family was financially secure, the times when what he wanted to do was the only thing he did. The man had a fast and short childhood. His dad lost his job, his mom grew depressed; they drank, gambled, and did multiple drugs. Roderich's parents forgot about their only child and neglected him. Ever since then Roderich worked to eat, to sleep, to do what he needed to do. He got out of paying school fees for he had no parents. He claimed homeless to protect his once loving parents and help them. However no matter how many pay checks he brings home it is never enough. Even now when he sleeps with others, selling his body away, it is not enough. Roderich had to pay tuition and a never ending gamble debt acquired by his parents.

Violet eyes fell closed as he breathed, listening to the man next to him get out of bed. This was one thing Roderich never wished for nor thought he was going to do. He was a good student and person overall. Roderich was a talented musician and student. The male once played the piano for his parents before this whole mess. He was even on the verge of learning the violin when it all happened. As a student he was on the fast track. He worked hard and was a extremely bright child. He, however, did not make many friends due to home life; no one needed to know about the Hell he endures.

A pale hand ran down his exposed stomach, "Mon cher," The male softly called. Their time was up, the man (a regular customer) was trying to wake the supposed sleeping male so he could pay him and the two could be on their way.

The eyes opened again, "Ja," He said looking up at the blond man. He was a rich man with a son the same age as Roderich. The two-his customer's son and Roderich-went to the same high school together. Yet Francis Bonnefoy, famous cook and 5 star restaurant owner, would not know that. Nor would Mathew Williams-Bonnefoy know that Roderich was at the same school. The once happy male usually his in the music room allowing his feelings to pour out onto the piano.

Francis looked at the delicious scene before him, tempted to go for one more round but just to have those thoughts ruined by his phone vibrating, a text from his son. "I hope to be with you again. Your money is on the table," Francis said leaning over and kissing Roderich sweetly before removing his hand and standing up quickly. Francis got dressed while Roderich laid there. The Austrian did not move until the door clicked signaling that Bonnefoy was out of the room. Sitting up his hand trembled through his hair, violet falling on the cash near the table. Without another thought Roderich stood up and went straight to the shower, shivering under the cool water that was slowly warming. He felt slightly sore but that would leave sometime soon. All he was worried about was washing away thee sin he and the older man created. Oddly enough tears fell down his cheeks. Normally Roderich felt empty and alone after these nights. But something triggered some emotions. Maybe the thoughts of home, something. All he knew was he had one more appointment and the day was coming. Not to mention that Roderich had a paper that had to be typed for English.

Stepping out of the shower Roderich dried off and cleaned up the room. Taking ten minutes to get dressed and read his hand-written paper. It looked good enough, certain things could be fixed but he would deal with it at the Library. Setting the piece of work down there was a soft knock on the door. The next appointment.

With a small sigh Roderich put his glasses on the table and opened the door to see a albino male with a devilish smirk on his face.

Roderich walked down the street to the university, his hair was neatly done, glasses on his face and was dressed appropriately. In his hand he held the final draft of his essay, eyes scanning through the page checking for any major errors. The essay itself was talking about how family could effect schooling and such bull crap like that. It was just something that he randomly put together that worked for the main topic was just "Education" nothing more nor less.

Flipping through the pages the Austrian smiled. Even though sleepy and extremely sore everything seemed to be going well. He had money for next semesters tuition and a little bit more to buy some clothing or maybe a nice meal for once. It was all working out to the point Roderich could not be happier.

"Roderich!" A female voice called driving up next to Roderich. This was one of the very few friends Roderich had and ex-girlfriend. They were close but not close enough for Roderich to tell her about his job nor his home life.

"Elizabeta," He sweetly replied actually looking up from his essay.

"Jump in. I have to pick up Feli and class does not start for another two hours!" She said. Feli was their Italian friend who Roderich, sadly, has had the pleasure of knowing since preschool. The Italian was more pathetic than Roderich; he-Feli-had no muscles at all and was like a noodle and Roderich had some muscles just not enough.

With a small nod Roderich opened the door and slipped into the care, buckling up and glancing at the Hungarian. "And where would Feli be?"

Elizabeta giggled slightly, "He found this German that he is interested in and is at his house. His name is Ludwig," She replied zooming off.

Roderich nodded before continuing to read the essay till the parked in front of a nice looking home. Several cars were parked in the front of the house all fancy and extremely nice. Elizabeta got out of the car and Roderich followed, rereading the essay for the millionth time by now.

With a small knock the door opened to reveal an albino and a French man leaning against the wall with some wall. "What can the awe..." The albino looked at Roderich in pure shock. Silence rang for a few moments till Roderich looked up to meet those crimson eyes that once flashed with lust. "Awesome me do for you?"

"We are here to...Gilbert? Holy crap! The last time I saw you was when you tried to touch me and I ended up beating you with a frying pan," Elizabeta said in shock.

This Gilbert smiled and opened the door. "Come in Elizabeta and..."

"Roderich," The Austrian indistinctly said shocked more than anything.

The two walked in and Roderich's eyes roamed to Francis who was chocking on his win by now. Walking into the other room the French man was gone.

"So what can the awesome me do for you?" Gilbert purred.

"VE~Roderich and Elizabeta," A certain Italian said nonchalantly running up to them and hugging them at the same time.

"Well we need nothing from you. Just came here to pick up Feli," Elizabeta said hugging the Italian back.

Gilbert nodded simply.

"Anyways we must get going. Class starts soon for Roderich and I," Elizabeta said prying Feli off them and walking out. Roderich went to follow but he felt a cold hand grasp his wrist, Francis was back out ogling at Roderich, a more civilized Roderich.

"Ja?" Roderich asked looking up at the man he jut recently slept with.

"Nothing...sorry," Gilbert said letting go.

Roderich nodded and walked out, his heart pounding. Gilbert...It fit the male.

A/N: I know, WTH LADY! HOW CAN YOU SLEEP WITH YOURSELF AT NIGHT? Well I blame sleep for this one. I was imagining neglectful family, whore Austria, and Francis and Gilbert sleeping with him. Anyways...review please. I know my grammar sucks [I fail my essays for that] but you must deal with it. If you want to beta this or something please PM. Until my first review or whenever SANDMANN out!