A/N: Hey, Kanetsuki-chan, remember that story you wrote? It made me write my own! It was inspired by that flashback Yuki had when he was 'sold' as a kid by that author dude he liked.
Dare Ga?
The wind made the curtains over by his bed flutter like wings, flying to a freedom that they will never achieve.
"Dare ga?" (Who's there?)
His voice soared in the empty atmosphere of the silent room, floating in that space that he was jailed in. The four walls echoed his question back to his soul, his eyes were wide but not in surprise, they were wide in a soulless emotion. They grew to a size that was too wide, too big than the usual size of his happy eyes; his orbs were glowing with dying light.
A pillow fell and it's now on the floor, he could smell the scent of dead vodka in the air. He could also feel the sticky sensation somewhere down below. He could hear the sound of voices in his ears polluting the interior sanctuary that was his mind.
Neon colors disappeared and all he could see is the aftermath of the party.
Black, dark, no one there to bid him goodnight
No one to help him get home
Drinks, I had a couple.
It was my first time.
His hands lay useless beside him, gripping nothing, his scars bleeding turning blue from all the night's activities.
It could've been worse.
It was worse.
Someone told him it was all right, he'll give him free drinks all night.
He was blond.
He was a writer.
His name was Yuki.
Hiro told him not to go, but he went anyway. Whilst in his void of bleakness, he forgot why he came; forgot for whom he came; forgot who he was.
They liked his hair, it was pink, and they ran their dirty fingers across his messy hair. They stared at him from all around, they didn't know who he was, all they know they could easily eat him up just by staring at him with their eyes behind black shades.
It was a private room, everyone was in black leather.
Yuki had an arm draped over his shoulders.
He bit his neck, telling them how pretty this thing was.
He didn't react, because he didn't know how to react.
I was shocked.
The air was so cold.
For a moment, he could pretend he was dead and he can lie there forever.
But the icy feeling that caressed his skin, kept him alive for- oh, like- a few more agonizing minutes.
It was only now that he realized.
"Ore no mono" (Mine)
Yuki sold him.