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Youikina

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The first thing he noticed was the smell. The only was to describe it was one of the worst smelling thing he has ever smelt. His hand flew over his nose to stop the stench from continuing the assault on his nose. It is a good thing he has his headphones on. He knew immediately who is in the house.

Normally he would go to make supper, but he headed from the doorway, and down into the living room. He looked at the tons of beer cans that litter the once stain free carpet. He had long since stopped trying to get the stains out. Tip toeing around the cans, hoping to not notice the man's attention, who is clearly in the room on the right side of the living room. He felt like he is walking on egg shells, trying not to anger the mother bird of the eggs. A near impossible task.

His room is the smallest room in the house. It is on the left side of the living room. He got right in front of his door. He grasped the handle, turning it so slowly, as to not make another noise. He should be a pro at this by now. The door opened enough so he could slip inside. He immediately closed the door behind, barley making a click. Then he dead-bolted the door, put the chain through the slot, and locked the handle.

Why would he need this much protection? Especially on his door? The answer is the fact that his mother is the city whore. There is not a day when she did not have a man at the house. That is the way she made her income. Though that does not explain the locks. His mother's customers have tried to get him to join his mother's profession.

He is a virgin and proud of it. He wants to wait until he meets the perfect person. Though he has to tread carefully. One wrong move, and bye bye virginity. The man currently in his mother's special room is a man by the name of Don Corneo.

This is the man in charge of the local mafia. He thinks he is such a ladies man. He is the one who is his mother's pimp. He takes over half of the money his mother makes. He has a "meeting" with his mother once a week. Sometimes more.

He is the owner of the "Message" parlor. It is called the Honey Bee Inn and Spa. Yeah, it has a hotel connected to it. Why his mother never worked there, he didn't want to know. When he asked when he was younger, much younger, Don told him his mother was a special case. He told him once that his mother can not have another child. Something about tubes tied. When he was younger he asked his mother why her boobs were tied. He has never seen a fat man get so purple in the face from laughing. Something he did not want to see again. It was like watching a pig dying a slow death.

Sighing, he sat on his small like cot bed. When he was younger, he had the bigger room down the hall. His mother would try to spoil him a bit. As he grew older and into his beauty, his mother started to notice. She was not the only one though. Her clients and boss noticed as well. Her boss had wanted to sell his virginity to the highest bidder. He tried to run away the first time her boss tried to take him to the Inn.

It was just lucky that a cop noticed him struggling with Don, crying for help. He was taken into police custody. His mother lost custody for a few months. Apparently Don has power into the police, and someone who got him returned to his mother's custody. He did not even get any check up visits. The cop that helped suddenly transferred out of town. He never felt so trapped and alone.

Since then, he was given the smallest room in the house. It used the pantry. Don had it upgraded so it would be a small bedroom. It only has a cot in it. There is about a foot from the bed where he could maneuver. There is a small window above his head. However Don had it sealed, so he could not run away. He is a chocobo trapped in a cage.

His escape is school. How sad is it that he would rather be there instead of at the house? This place may have home a long time ago. It is not anymore. He knows that is only a matter of time before Don breaks through his door, and takes him to the Inn. It is a day he has been dreading. It is something he can no escape from or avoid.

He slipped the ratty backpack off his shoulder. It is one he found in a trash bin out of the school. Someone had thrown it away because the strap had broken. With a little string, he fixed it up. He had to admit it, he had to baby the thing. He wanted it to last as long as possible. His mother stopped buying things for him a long time ago. Everything he had has either been discarded or stolen.

He tended to go to school early and work on his homework. It is better to get out of the house before she woke up. He tried to never bring anything home. She might destroy it. She has done that before. The only time she did not destroy it was when he made a crystal ball that shines in the light. She stole it and gave it too Don. He learned that lesson very quick.

So tomorrow is a very specific day. It is the day that he turns sixteen, the day he get legal to have sex. It is a day he has been dreading since he found out about the law that went into effect after he first escaped. A birthday is a day your supposed to look forward too.

He crawled into the squeaky cot, reading the corner. He curled into a ball, clenching his eyes closed. Less than twenty four hours, he would loose something that is supposed to he his to give freely. He could feel the fear rising, tears began to pool into his eyes. His body began to shake. He wrapped his arms tightly around his knees. For once in his life, he wished tomorrow would never come.

"Is he in there," he heard. A soft voice. He almost did not hear it. The fear he felt reached a new height. This could not be happening. It wasn't his birthday.

"3"

"2"

"1"

His door burst open with a loud boom. Wood chucks few across the room. There were two men standing in his doorway. They were not his mother's clients. They were not even Don's men. Don's men tended to be cocky without a right, and dressed eccentric. These men were Turks, Shinra's men.

The first man was as bald as they come. His dark skinned contrasted the red headed man's bight hair. Before he could so much as move, something pinched his arm. Looking down, he saw a dart sticking out of this shoulder. When did they do that? He didn't even see them aim the gun. He grasped the cool plastic of the dart, yanking it out of his shoulder.

"This is so easy," muttered the redheaded man. He took a step closer. That is when he realized that he could not move. This can't be happening! NO! NO! A slim arm slid under his knees, while another went around his back. Before he knew it, he was being lifted into the air.

"What have you been feeding this kid," the red head demanded at his mother. He could see his mother and Don perfectly. Why could he see just fine, but not move his body? What is going to him? Though seeing his mother and Don flinching shocked him. What is going on? Don went to open his mouth.

"We were told to keep him healthy, but have a light diet," Said his mother, looking smug down at him. He never seen his mother look so much like a shrew. A light diet his ass. He has been eating out of thrash can for the last six years. The redhead looked down at him.

"We will be taking him. He will be looked over. Any medical damages will come out of your pay," said the red head.

"Now see here," said Don, taking a step forward. He saw something that is out of his vision, because he stepped back in fear. A light fog started to overcome his vision.

"Looks like the rest of the drugs are taking effect. Let's go," he heard. The the fog spread so much, that he slipped into the darkness that is sleep.

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Fingers tapped onto the keyboard, going miles a minute. There is so much to prepare for. For many years he has been preparing for that is going to happen in just a few days. He could almost feel the maniacal laughter that wants to erupt from his chest.

No. Not yet. He had to see what is going to happen. There have been so many attempts to get to the next step of the experiment. All of them are failures. The amount of times they had to clear the blood off the walls, it grew too annoying. They learned fast that females were completely out of the equation. They tried males next. Big males got dispatched fast. Smaller, lean males lasted longer than any others. They tended to fail at something.

So that is when he was looking at the auctions when he saw someone familiar. His nephew. His little shy nephew of his whore of sister. His sister may be a whore but she was as cruel as him. Just in different ways. She is an expert at breaking people down until she can mold them up. Her sadism is known in the underground. So is his as well. No one knows they are related at all. They tend to try to kill each other when they are in the same room more than five minutes.

So he bought the boy. He has a beauty that the others did not. His bright blue eyes showed innocence and heartache. His hair is as crazy as the others, standing up on end. This might be the one.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

He opened his cell and pressed it to his ear. "What is the status?" He waited for the response, before frowning. Damn his sister. He needed the boy in good shape. Wait? All the others have been in excellent shape. This might be a good variable.

"It is of no consequence. Bring the boy. I want to get the next stage underway," he said. The line went dead. He knew that they got his message. The boy would be here in an hour. He looked down at the picture of the blond boy glaring at the camera. Such fire. This might just work.

"I will personally welcome to the lab, Cloud Strife."

He could not stop the maniacal laughter from escaping this time.

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So funny story. The boobs tied joke actually happened. My little cuz apparently heard her mom talking to our cuz about having her tubes tied, and the little girl heard wrong. I have never seen my aunt laugh so hard before.

Well that is all for now.

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Youikina