Disclamer: I don't own anything with D.N.Angel

Warnings: will be yaoi mean boy/boy relationship don't like don't read. they will be a little OOC...

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Prologue

He ran, it was dark and he didn't felt well but this was his chance to get away. There was no other way. He needed to get away from them to save his brother. A brother he had left with them but to save him he had to get away first. If he wasn't free he had no chance of freeing his brother.

The snow was falling and he was freezing, not that he cared. The only thing he cared about was to get away.

He ran through the falling snow, getting more tired for each step. He ran until he collapsed in the snow. When he tried to get up to get going he couldn't, he had just up all his strength, he couldn't move anymore. Even if he knew that he was too close from where he was running from he couldn't push himself any further.

He closed his eyes and tried to find any strength in him that could help him to continue to run but he found nothing, he was empty.

He was so tired and so cold, he wished that things hadn't been so bad in the past. If it hadn't he wouldn't have been in this situation, he and his brother would have been free. And their parents wouldn't be dead.

Why did he think of that now? It was almost ten years ago that happen. He had gone on, he hadn't had any other choice. His brother had also gone on even if he hardly remembered them he had only been four when they died. But he remembered them; he remembered them like it had been yesterday he last saw them. They had told him to take care of his brother. How could they have asked that of a ten-year-old boy? But he couldn't blame them. He could only blame the war. Everything was the war's fault. It was the war's fault that he wasn't free.

"Look, someone is lying here," he heard someone say. He didn't open his eyes, hoping that they would think he was dead and go on leaving him there he was.

"He looks like a slave, don't you think?" he heard someone answer.

"Do you think he has run away?" the first one asked.

"Probably," the second answered. "If he is from someone wealthy, we could be rich if we turn him in you know."

"You are right, lets check his mark out."

Even if he wanted to he couldn't move. He could only lie there doing nothing as they walked toward him to see who he 'belonged' to. He felt the two men's rough hands pull down his shirt to find a brand on his shoulder.

Every slave got a brand on their shoulder. The brand told everyone to whom the slave belonged.

"Look at that. It looks like we are going to get rich tonight. This one belongs to the Hikari."

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A/N: came up with a new story. something I wasn't planing but the ide didn't left me alone. this is a very short prologue I know but it just the prologue remember. hope you enjoyed it even if it is short. (not even five hundred words T.T) why did I start a new story... I have so little time... I will update this one as soon as possible. hopefully next week. bye please review.
Have done some changes that my friend found. hope he's happy now. ;P