Desecration
Part 1: Alive
Warnings: The story contains (and will contain) light boy x boy, character death, swearing and some sensitive materials. Those who love happiness, joy and perfect love, be advised, this is not the story for you. ;) UKUS.
I do not own Hetalia, it's characters, etc. That honor belongs to Himayura Hidekaz. ;)
Full summary: Arthur Kirkland, officer with NYPD was used to a strange life. He'd been able to see the supernatural since a young age, but that had never made life all that much different. The creatures only he could see never bothered him. What did perturb Arthur though, was a certain young male prostitute that he saw constantly around the red-light district. When a strange attraction formed from his vicarious observations of the boy, what will happen when he actually confronts the man? He cares what happens to the boy, but what if the boy doesn't care about what happens to himself? How's a noble man of the law to deal with shady white under belly of society that tortures his one-sided love?
A/N: While I should writing Risico's next awesometastic chapter, this idea hit me like a brick, held a gun to my head and forced me to write it! :P I swear! Lol
Oh so my mind was set on 'dark' last night at work and I had the idea, so yeah, 4 hours later...It's written. ;)
On to the show!
There he was again. It was that same boy with the dusky gold hair and hard, blue eyes that was always working the same street. Every evening he was out there, usually accompanied by a few of his fellow female 'employees.'
"They're disgusting. Look at them, collecting around the filthy streets like cockroaches."
Arthur groaned at the complete lack of tact his partner displayed. If the scene at the street corner never changed, then neither did his crude, rookie partner.
"Be respectful, you don't know them."
"They're prostitutes, sir! I don't have to know them to understand that selling yourself for a bit of cash is just plain wrong."
Arthur seriously hoped that one day the man beside him fell on bad times. Maybe then he'd understand just how far people would go just to survive in this insane world.
It wasn't that Arthur Kirkland, police officer for New York Police Department, approved of prostitution. It was just that he understood how bad the times were. If food meant selling yourself, then so be it. Maybe it was better to eat and be used, rather than to die, alone and starved in some alley.
Still, it was very much illegal, and Arthur did want to keep his job. He stepped out of his patrol car, and his rookie partner followed, wearing an ugly scowl.
Officer Kirkland approached the corner stony and calm.
When the prostitutes saw Arthur approach they scowled and began to disperse. All of them save for one: the boy.
He met Arthur's gaze with a defiance that absolutely infuriated the policeman. Arthur may have understood desperation, but out right rebellion was something he resented.
"Good evening, boy."
"'Sup, officer." Said boy responded curtly.
"You do realize that what you're doing is illegal, correct?"
"Didn't know it was a crime to be standin' on the corner, officer."
"Don't play dumb, you worthless-" Arthur silenced his partner with ferocious glare. He backed down, but snarled as the boy stuck out his tongue mischievously at the rookie.
"Boy, don't play games with me. I know very well you were not standing innocently on this corner." Arthur returned his attention to the male prostitute.
"You can't prove that." He said slyly, turning his back to the policemen.
"Where do you think you're going, boy?"
"To find another place that I can stand at my corner without the police abusing their power." The boy spit back, walking away down the darkening street.
"Scum…" Arthur's partner grumbled under his breath, following his senior partner back to the patrol car. "Why don't we just collar 'im, huh? It's obvious that he's committing a crime!"
"No. He's right. We can't prove it, not unless we catch him with a John." Arthur responded sullenly as they drove away from the corner.
"So? Just wait at the corner until someone pulls up!"
"He'd deny it and run the second we stepped in."
"There's got to be someway!"
Arthur nodded as they pulled up to the police station.
"There is, don't worry."
"I ain't." The rookie said as he got out of Arthur's car. "Hey, my kid's birthday is tomorrow, so I'm takin' off. I'll see you Monday." He finished, shutting the door and walking to his own car.
Arthur sighed; he had kept all his belongings still in his patrol car, so there was no need to go back into the station now. Besides, it was getting late, and the weary blond wanted to be home.
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The next evening, as the sun dipped below the skyline, Arthur sat in his patrol car, waiting for the golden haired prostitute to arrive.
As if on cue, the boy appeared from around the bend of the street with a flaunty strut. He looked as if he owned the world and he damned well knew it.
Naturally, the boy was dressed in his typical attire: dark skinny jeans, littered with revealing tears and a tight shirt that hugged his lithe form neatly. A bit of eyeliner gave a dark flare to his already intense eyes.
Stopping at the corner he removed his glasses and jammed them into the tight pockets of his pants. He replaced them with a pair of contacts he seemed to always carry around, but Arthur thought he looked so much more handsome with the spectacles framing his face.
Yes, officer Kirkland did have a bit of a fancy for the boy. Over the weeks and months he'd patrolled his part of town, he'd seen the boy everywhere and grown somewhat attached to him.
In numerous, tense confrontations, he'd felt as if he gained a bit more of the boy each time. Arthur had discovered that the boy, though homeless and a criminal, was actually quite clever, smart and quick on his feet. He even had a peculiarly good understanding of the law, his rights and police workings. How, Arthur didn't know.
Arthur didn't even know his name. He was simply 'boy.'
A rusted, green Honda pulled up to the curb, then, beckoning the boy over.
With a few long strides, the boy leaned against his John's window and the two started a low discussion about prices.
Officer Kirkland seized his chance and stepped out of his patrol car. He jogged up to green Honda and the prostitute.
The dusky gold-haired boy snarled.
"Get the Hell out outta here, cop!" He bellowed.
The green Honda sped off, leaving a cloud of smoke fro the exhaust, making the boy cough sickly.
Arthur felt his lips twitch in a triumphant smirk as he matched the other blond's eyes.
"Prostitution is illegal, boy."
"I was just talkin' to the guy! That a crime too, dumb ass?"
"Watch it, punk, or-"
"Or what?" The male prostitute taunted.
Arthur sneered, glaring at the boy, but remained silent.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." The taller blond responded harshly, turning away from Arthur.
The emerald-eyed man followed him, refusing to let the boy win.
"Don't think you're in the clear, boy!"
"Shut the fuck up!" He called back, not even looking over his shoulder.
Arthur smirked, seeing that he relied the man up. It gave him a sort of sick satisfaction as he strode after him.
The prostitute finally stopped a few block from Arthur's patrol car, growing infuriated with the persistent policeman following him.
"What the Hell do you want?" He growled out.
That was a good question. What did Arthur want? It wasn't like he could arrest the boy; he hadn't done anything illegal, yet.
He looked the boy up and down before sighing.
"Why are you out here, boy?"
"Enjoying the view, officer." He answered darkly.
Arthur shook his head, and stepped up to the taller's side. The prostitute stepped back, losing the sway of his confidence. The policeman didn't ease up, and followed the taller blond as he backed himself into an alley.
"Stop! Go away!" The blue-eyed man screamed with his eyes glittering with hate.
The policeman halted reluctantly. The boy knew quite a bit about law, and Arthur wasn't about to take the risk of being written up for attempted assault or police brutality. If the boy didn't want him any closer, than he couldn't challenge that.
"Go the fuck away!" The blue-eyed blond yelled again, fists clenched.
"Very well." Arthur resigned reluctantly, taking a step back.
To say the boy was surprised was an understatement. He honestly hadn't expected the persistent policeman to obey him. He liked that little bit of power he could exert.
"Go on! Get your sorry ass outta my turf!" He grinned maliciously as Officer Kirkland turned and vanished down the dark street.
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A week came and went rather quickly for Arthur Kirkland. He hadn't been back to the red-light district since his last encounter with the golden-haired prostitute.
He sighed heavily. Friday night patrol was never fun, especially when you were alone and the night was completely quiet. His partner had been ordered to remain at the station to complete more of his forms and on paper training.
Arthur draped his arms over the steering wheel of his patrol car and peered out the windshield.
A few small, pale lights drifted across the streets, occasionally they would flicker and vanish.
Ghosts.
That wasn't an unusual sight for Arthur though. There were a lot of them in New York City, and he was parked beside a cemetery, too.
For as long as he could recall, Arthur had always been able to see the supernatural. Mostly just Fey and spirits, but occasionally a lost brownie would scuttle up to him and inquire the location of the nearest faerie ring. He'd even seen a unicorn once, but it had only been a fleeting glimpse.
Still anything other than loner fey and spirits were very rare and so Arthur didn't much talk to anything supernatural. Ghosts tended to be flighty and suspicious, and the Fey were just plain dangerous with their mischievous ways.
Arthur left them alone, and in turn they returned the courtesy. Now though, he had the distinctive urge to talk to someone, be it ghost or anything else. He was just that bored.
He quickly discarded the idea and turned the engine on. If he wanted a little excitement to keep him entertained, then there was no better place than the red-light district.
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"Ace, look!" One of his fellow 'employees' whispered harshly, pointing towards the street.
The male prostitute followed her finger and spotted a patrol car leisurely driving down the streets, all its lights turned off. He recognized the number on the car as it passed under a streetlight. It was officer Kirkland's patrol car.
"I'll see you girls later." He mumbled under his breath. "Be careful."
They watched him as he sprinted down the street, gunning for his alley home.
When Arthur stepped out of his car and approached the four girls they gave him aloof glares.
"Ladies," He started, tipping his uniform hat.
"Whaddya want?" One asked. She was a dark skinned girl, with deep, beautiful Hispanic features and had a natural dignity about her. Arthur wondered how such a beautiful girl had ended up working this side of town.
"That boy who was with you earlier."
"He's not working tonight, so sorry officer. You'll have to find someone else." Another said with biting sarcasm and annoyance.
Arthur narrowed his eyes.
"That's not what I meant. Where did he go?"
"He's not here, and that's all you need to know." A young blonde said, tossing her golden locks over her shoulder and out of her face.
"Where is he? I won't ask again." Arthur warned.
"If you really think we're going to give Ace up to the cops, then you've got another thing comin,' sweetheart." The blonde continued, earning a collective chime of agreement from the other three.
"Ace…" Arthur mumbled softly under his breath, mulling the obvious decoy name over.
"Scram, cop. We look bad talkin' to your kind."
Officer Kirkland stepped back.
"Thank you for your time, ladies." He grit out before returning to his car, driving away thinking of the blue-eyed prostitute.
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Next Wednesday night, after he'd dropped his partner off at the police station, Arthur had returned to the same street corner of the red-light district he always did.
The emerald-eyed man parked his car in a shadowy alley. Exiting, he locked the doors and stuffed the keys into his pocket before approaching the corner.
Sure enough, the male prostitute that Arthur now knew as 'Ace' stood waiting. He was alone this time, making Arthur smirk in triumph.
The taller blond groaned as he saw the policeman approach.
"Can't you just leave me alone?" He growled out, but Arthur heard the tired ache in his voice. A twinge of sympathy pricked his heart.
"Unfortunately, no. It's my duty to keep you from doing anything criminal."
"Yeah, well thanks to you coming around all the time, business has been bad."
"I do apologize for that."
"You don't give a shit." Ace retorted bitterly, too tired to even move away as Arthur came to stand just beside him.
"You're wrong. I may be one of the few who still does care about what happens to people like you."
"People like me…" The blue-eyed boy laughed bitterly. "You don't know me, or anything about 'people like me.'"
Arthur frowned, glancing sidelong at the man beside him. The boy had dark circles under his eyes and a hollow expression. His tight clothing showed just how thin he was. The policeman could see the rises of his jutting ribs and see the protrusions of his hipbones.
"When was the last time you ate, Ace?"
"How the Hell do you know my name?"
"Your lady friends. Don't worry; they refused to cooperate with me. Now answer my question."
"Sunday." He responded, but was clearly distracted. His eyes alighted on a pair of yellow headlights approaching. The car pulled up, rolling the window down to reveal a greasy looking man in a red polo.
Ace shot Arthur a pointed look and approached the car. He leaned on the doorframe and whispered something to the man that Arthur couldn't hear.
The prostitute stepped back, watching the car speed away.
"You're bad for business." The taller mumbled, gritting his teeth.
"Oh, don't let me get in your way." Arthur said smugly.
"You're a liar." Ace sneered, turning his back and starting to walk down the street.
"How so?" The policeman asked, following after the boy.
"You said you cared."
"I do."
"If you cared you'd leave me alone."
"How is that caring?" Arthur prodded. He halted when Ace stopped abruptly, rounding on the shorter blond with a ferocious snarl.
"Because, I can't make money with you around and if I don't get paid, I don't eat. So tell me, officer, is your definition of 'caring' slowly starving a man to death?"
Arthur was stunned. He hadn't really thought of it that way before.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled and fished into his pockets.
"No, you're not. Fuck you!" Ace spit on Arthur's shoes, turning to storm away.
Arthur grabbed his shoulder, effectively halting the prostitute. Before the boy even had a chance to respond, Arthur stuffed a couple of dollar bills he had in his pocket into the other man's hand.
"Go eat something, Ace, and know that I really do care." He murmured softly into the stunned man's ear before turning to walk away.
Ace watched in silence as the policeman walked away with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
He looked down at his hand clenched around seven dollars. The blond sighed, stuffing them into his pockets and walking the opposite direction. He felt a strange ache in his heart that sent warm tingles into his empty stomach. Maybe officer Kirkland did care?
No. He shook the thought off. It was probably just some guilt-trip gesture. The police didn't care about him, no one did.
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Arthur returned to Ace's corner the next Friday night, once again alone. No one at the station had yet to question his late night patrols and goings yet. Arthur was thankful for that as he exited the vehicle.
A soft sound made him turn. A flickering figure was perched on the roof of his car.
Damned ghosts getting bold, again.
He shooed the spirit away by waving his hands. It blinked out of existence with a faint cry.
Shaking his head, Arthur walked to the street corner he'd become so familiar with.
Ace was standing there, and to Arthur's dismay, he looked even worse than Wednesday night.
The boy had a cut on his forehead and dark bruise marring his cheek, and there may possibly have been other marks but from where he stood, Arthur couldn't tell.
"Ace!" Arthur called from the dark street as he approached.
The blue-eyed prostitute took one look at him before bolting down the street.
The policeman gasped, but sprinted after him. He found that for being half starved and wounded, Ace was surprisingly fast, ducking in and out of different alleyways to confuse Arthur.
He turned down another alley, only to be met with a chain link fence blocking his escape.
"Ace!"
Said man turned, growling as Arthur stood at the entrance of alley, panting from exertion.
The prostitute was no better. His breath rattled in his chest and an overwhelming exhaustion dragged him down. He felt his knees barely supporting his slight weight and he trembled.
With one last desperate effort, he loops his fingers into the fence wire and vaulted himself up, trying to climb the obstacle.
He made it to the very top before Arthur was at the base and shouting his decoy name. Just before he could jump down, Arthur rammed his shoulder against the fence, shaking it strongly.
Ace felt his balance slip and his legs went out from under him. Unable to catch himself, he fell back, landing on top of the police officer.
Arthur rolled, bracing his arms around Ace's slender chest, using himself to cushion the fall.
He groaned as his back struck the ground, but managed to hold on to the boy.
Ace began to struggle almost immediately.
"Let go!" he screamed, flailing, clawing and biting at Arthur.
"Ow!" Arthur yelped as the boy's incisors sunk into his forearm with enough force to draw blood, but refused to release him.
"Get off me! Get off!" Ace screamed at the top of his lungs. "Help!"
"Oh shut it!" Arthur growled, rolling to pin the prostitute beneath him. "I am the help, if you'd just stop, boy!"
Eventually, Ace slowly stopped struggling, all his energy gone. He lay meekly on his stomach, not even bothering to move when Arthur released his arms.
"Ace…?" The policeman whispered gently, noting the boy had given up. He'd never thought he'd see that. The usually defiant, confident boy looked broken and lost just lying there on the dirty alley floor.
"That's not my name." Ace mumbled against the concrete.
Arthur sat back with his legs folded beneath him. Reaching his hand out, the policeman touched the boy's shoulder blades through his thin shirt. Ace flinched.
"Leave me alone…" He moaned out, squeezing his eyes shut.
"I can't do that."
"Please…" He begged and Arthur felt his heart twitch in pain.
"You're hurt, aren't you?" The emerald-eyed man inquired, brushing his knuckles against Ace's bruised cheek tenderly.
"I'll call you an ambulance." The policeman offered when the boy didn't respond. He pulled the radio off his belt.
"No!" Ace whined. "Don't, please! Just go away…"
Arthur spoke into the radio. "This is officer Kirkland, radio number 0397, I need a bus-"
In sheer desperation, Ace swatted the radio away from the policeman, watching it slide away on the concrete before falling back to the dirty ground with a pained moan.
Arthur was stunned a moment. He sighed, listening to the dispatcher ask for his location over the radio.
Reaching over, he picked it up and canceled the dispatch before setting the radio aside.
"You said your name wasn't Ace." Arthur stated simply, the male prostitute didn't argue.
"Then what is your name?"
Still silence.
"You don't have to tell me, I suppose." Arthur murmured, more to himself than the boy lying beside him. "But you do need help."
The shorter blond carefully picked up the boy, cradling him to his chest. Ace was light, deathly so. Arthur was met with no resistance whatsoever.
The unnamed boy let his head rest against the policeman's chest, listening to the man's steady heartbeat as darkness over took him, sending him crashing into unconscious oblivion.
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The prostitute woke to dimmed florescent lights, a terrible, sterile smell and a plethora of metal and screens surrounding him.
He slowly let his eyes adjust to the lights before trying to examine anything too deeply.
Looking to his left, there was an empty chair by the side of the bed and a metal rod that had different IV bags hanging from it. He traced the tubes from the bags to the injection inserts on his wrists, hands and the crook of his elbows. They made his stomach feel queasy just looking at them.
A door opened to his right, and the blue-eyed man looked to the sound. A woman in pink scrubs walked in with a soft smile.
"Hello, dear. Do you feel well enough to talk? The police are here."
He felt is heart speed up, which became evident on the heart monitor by his bedside and the nurse walked up to his side.
"If you don't feel well, I'll send them away." She offered.
The prostitute caught his bottom lip between his teeth nervously. His morphine drugged mind wandered to officer Kirkland.
"Names. What are their names?" He inquired of the nurse.
"An officer Kirkland and an Officer Scott." She answered, checking the IV bags.
"Okay." He mumbled.
"You're sure?"
The blond nodded, watching the nurse leave reluctantly.
A few minutes later, Arthur and his partner walked in the door, followed closely by the same nurse from earlier.
"You have ten minutes, officers. That's it. He's not well as it is." She said sternly before leaving the two policemen and the prostitute alone.
Arthur smiled gently at the boy lying in the clean, white hospital bed.
"I think you should wait outside." He murmured to his partner, adding a pointed glare to emphasize the request.
The man looked more than happy to be out of the room, away from Ace's vicinity.
When the door shut with a click, Arthur proceeded to walk to the edge of the bed and look at the patient information slip there.
"Still no name, huh?" He mumbled, looking to Ace.
"Alfred." He whispered so low that Arthur didn't quite catch it.
"Come again?"
"My name is Alfred. Alfred F. Jones." He said a bit louder. It felt so good to say his own name again. He hadn't been called anything but 'Ace,' 'boy,' or a variety of terrible things for months now.
"Alfred." The policeman liked the way the boy's name rolled easily off his tongue. He took a seat in the empty chair, pulling it up so that he sat right beside the bed.
"Your doctor told us about what happened."
"I don't have a doctor…"
"You do here. Don't worry, the State's paying for it."
Alfred didn't responded, setting his blue gaze anywhere but Arthur's concerned green one.
"You're emaciated and malnourished."
"That's what happens when the cops try to starve you." The male prostitute mumbled, chin to his chest.
"I wasn't trying to starve you!" Arthur barely contained the bite in his words. "What happened to the money I gave you?"
"I got jumped for it."
"That's how you got these, isn't it?" Arthur asked, reaching his hand to brush the dark bruises on the boy's face. Alfred flinched violently, his heart rate speeding up.
"You don't have to be afraid." Arthur whispered, smiling gently at the hurt man.
"You have no idea what you're saying." Alfred growled back.
"I mean it. You're safe now." Officer Kirkland insisted.
"But for how long? Once I get out of here, I-"
"You're not going back there."
"Then where do you expect me to go?" Alfred sneered, his eyes moistening.
Arthur leaned closer, stretching out his hand to cup the boy's cheek. He rolled his thumb to brush away the forming tears at the corners of Alfred's wet blue eyes.
"I don't know, Alfred, but I can't watch you slowly kill yourself out there on the streets."
"I was fine until you showed up." The blue-eyed man bit back weakly, but didn't shy from the policeman's warm hand on his cheek this time.
"I'm sorry."
"Do you really mean that? 'Cause I'm tired of everyone not."
"I do. I really do, Alfred. I just want to help you."
"You can help me by leaving and never, ever coming back to my corner again."
Arthur felt his stomach knot up, and his heart shuddered with a terrible ache. The policeman withdrew his hand and rose.
"If that's what you want."
"Get out." Alfred growled with teeth gritted.
Arthur obeyed, exiting the room and shutting the door quietly behind him. It was the last time he would see the dusky-gold haired boy alive ever again.
:,( Oh, this will only have 2 parts fyi.
Hope you've enjoyed so far and will stick around for part two! :)