Chains of Hope
By: Yoshimara
Through-out this fic, there are random stanzas of songs that I just picked up off my computer. Probably too long of a list, so if you want the names of some of them, let me know and I will send the list to you. And also, I do not own FFVII, any lyrics posted in this story (unless otherwise specified), but I do own the scenario and any other characters that show in the story so do not use without my personal permission. And on that note, enjoy!
Warnings: If you are uncomfortable with malexmale, power-exchange, depressive situations, language, violence, or are just a prude then turn away now. This is your ONLY warning, and I will NOT repeat myself.
Chapter 1
The dirt-floored room was cold and dark as he leaned against the bars that held him away from the world. Those Mako-blue eyes were half-closed and dead, his dry thin lips moving to unspoken words that his mind sang softly. Words of pain and hurt spilled from his inaudible lips, drowning the room around him away. Dirt caked his pale soft skin, thin but muscular body wearing torn rags. His blonde hair that normally stood in spikes as praise to the sun drooped slightly, also stained with dirt. He could feel the soft caress of the cold wind from the high window rush against his skin. He had been in the 'system' for a long time now, bouncing from owner to owner on the black market of Midgar.
You sink into my clothes, his lips bounded, and this is invasion makes me feel... his lips halted as his eyes fluttered closed, picturing before he had been taken and broken. His parents were not wealthy at all, almost broke actually. They sold their only son with the promise of getting him returned home when they had the money. That was ten years ago. Every day for the longest time he had hoped to see his parents in the crowd he faced every night, only to be 'bought' by someone else. After awhile, the feeling faded and he knew he would never be able to return home. Worthless, hopeless, sick, his lips picked up once again, not having a single emotion in his heart or mind as he let the soundless words fall. He rarely slept anymore, and the 'auction' tonight proved worthy as he wasn't picked for once. His blue eyes fluttered open, taking in the darkness around him once again. He saw huddled forms in other cages surrounding the large bricked room.
Cloud wrapped his arms around himself tightly, as if looking for warmth that only lied to him. His gaze moved towards the window and he knew that he should at least try to sleep. Closing his eyes, he pictured life before the transaction for his soul. The happiness that welled between his father and his mother for him, the days he had with his friends. His soft pink tongue darted out dryly to wet his cracked lips, only to act in vain.
Footsteps echoed to his left where the only door was and his eyes fluttered open slightly, still holding their dead look as normal. The door slammed open to reveal a fat man in clothes that seemed too tight to fit with thick brown hair. Those heavy steps walked to Cloud's cage and opened up the door. "Get up, Cloud," a low and gruff voice said, while holding a flashlight up to center it in the boy's face. Cloud lifted his dirty face up to stare into light before rising to his feet slowly. Deep inside, he'd rather take another beating before going anywhere with this man. A large dark hand grabbed his thin arm rough enough to almost break it, causing the little boy to squeak. "You're getting a private viewin', kid." Forcefully, he dragged Cloud down a few hallways and a long flight of steps before going into a large room with a sheer silk red curtain that split half the room up. Me? Cloud thought as his eyes shined slightly when the large man walked off through the curtains. He could hear murmured voices, and then the familiar sound of metal clashing, almost like coins tinkling against one another. "Cloud, come out here!"
Obligingly, Cloud walked through the curtains, his hands folding in front of him after he moved the sheer cloth out of his way. "Yes, sir?" his voice was soft and almost broken. The room was not pretty but not homely either. A few seats sat around a small table, with one that the large man took his seat and across from said man sat another. Raven hair flowed slightly down to his broad shoulders that were hidden underneath a large billowing red cape. A red headband donned his face, hiding it from Clouds' peering eyes. "You're goin with him. Hope you don't come back this time." was all the large man said before tossing a 'good luck' towards the stranger and stalked off. After a moment the new man stood revealing his full height, which seemed to be too tall for Cloud, honestly. The towering man bowed his head down to the blonde, revealing the small slits of crimson eyes peering back into those blue Mako eyes. Cloud didn't fear, nor did he admire, those eyes. He felt nothing, those blue dead eyes staring back into those haunted red orbs. One word was uttered to him before the taller man turned away from him, his cape touching Cloud's cheek, almost caressing it, "Come."
So? I started writing this in the middle of the night so it might be hazy. If I'm unclear on a few things, please let me know and I'll be sure to clarify! Reviews are appreciated but not mandatory!