A/N Hi everybody! This isn't my first written fanfiction, but it's my first time posting one after finally getting the guts to do so.
Please read before continuing: This is a YAOI (BoyxBoy) fanfiction. On top of that, it is an AU (alternate universe) fanfiction.
The plot of this fic will not sync with the anime/manga.
It will contain:
S/M
Potential Rape
Attempted Suicide
Depressing stuff and thangs!
If you're a squeamish individual, I advise you not to read this fanfiction!
Otherwise, please enjoy! (:
*R/R! Criticism is welcome, as long as it's not too rough!
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjo Romantica, as much as I wish I did.
The night was dark and grotesque. Men who knew of nothing but a lustful desire and a myriad of earnings to fulfill those desires skulked through the streets of Tokyo, arriving at their hidden destination. They walked alongside each other unknowingly, but they had common interests and snickered among themselves.
The underground club they all gathered at was filled to the brim by the edge of the night. The lights of the stage permeated the room, followed by a handsome man in a suit boarding the stage and a loud applause. Raising a hand in a greeting manner, the man switched on his microphone.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he said nonchalantly. "My name is Yoshiyuki Takatsuki. I'll be leading tonight's auction, so you all better have your money ready!"
Vehement shouts were heard from the audience, confirming that they were indeed ready to begin the bidding.
"Very good," Yoshiyuki smirked. "In that case, let's get started." He signaled his hand, and two men came from behind the curtains with a smaller chained up, naked smaller man in hand. He was blindfolded and gagged, cutting off all forms of sense in the most brutal way possible. He ceased to struggle, much to the content of the auctioneers. The boy was thrown down in front of Yoshiyuki, who removed the blindfold to reveal the dark blue, drunken eyes of the slave.
"Our first product is a twenty-three year old Caucasian male, who likes to wrestle and roughhouse. He's been said to have a feisty personality, but that will just make his will more fun to break." Laughter was heard from the audience, then Yoshiyuki continued, "his name is Chiaki Tenrou, he's not a virgin, but he'll sure as hell act like one. We'll start the bidding at one million."
Several numbers were heard shouting from the audience as a result of Yoshiyuki's last words.
"I hear one and a half million... three million... four million... four million? Do I hear five? Five million?"
No answer.
"I hear no one. Then for four million, Tenrou now belongs to the lucky man who will now proceed to come forth and present the money. Thank you."
The same cruel routine continued throughout the night. It was past midnight by the time they were almost finished. They went through dozens of slaves, poor, unfortunate, innocent souls who were either sold, donated, or taken by force by the owners of the underground club.
The room was more empty now, as all the men who had bid and won were off with their slaves now. Others had reached their limit on prices and gave up and left. With every passing slave, the charges got higher and higher. Only the desperate and determined sick minded men remained in the club at this point, for they knew the quality of the slave exceeded through the night. They would either get more attractive, more talented, or much younger as the auction continued. Finally, they had one left.
"We've saved the best for last," Yoshiyuki stated, signaling for the men to bring him out. "He was sold to us by his older brother, who definitely made a bad deal. We got him for a few million, but this particular product is worth all the money in the world..."
The subservients made their final appearance, dragging a slave along with them and proceeding to present him to Yoshiyuki. Yoshiyuki turned to face the audience. "He's an eighteen year old Japanese male who is very good at cooking and cleaning. He is very slender and faint hearted, so he is weak and will never put up a fight." Yoshiyuki ripped the blindfold off of the boy's face, along with the cloth that gagged him. He took the boy's chin in hand, forcing him to face the audience.
All the slaves had been drugged, and had a doleful look on their face. This was the first one who was attracting the audience with the look on his face. He had emerald green eyes, which may look blank now, but would sparkle magnificently in other circumstances. His chocolate colored hair covered a lot of his face, but not enough to hide the adorable treasure there. His skin was fair and smooth, with a small tint of pink staining his cheeks. His eyes looked tired, as if he was about to slip into slumber, and mouth was opened just enough to take small, quiet breaths through it. He was like an angel, an angel whose wings had been ripped off.
"His name is Misaki Takahashi, and he's a virgin," Yoshiyuki said. A loud roar was heard from the men around the stage, obviously impressed with the condition of the delicate flower. "We'll start the bidding at fifty million dollars."
This bid had gone on longer than the others, they did not cease to stop raising constantly with every passing second. It went from fifty million, to fifty-five, sixty, eighty, one-hundred million. It kept going and going until it reached one-hundred twenty million.
"I hear one-hundred twenty million. Any further bids?" Yoshiyuki asked. Groans and roars could be heard as a result of the many desperate losses from all the men. Suddenly, another voice was heard.
"One hundred thirty-six million dollars!" It said.
Yoshiyuki's eyes widened at the sudden bid. He looked down at the man who had stood up and raised it. It was a tall, bulky, dark-skinned blonde male with long shaggy hair. He raised his suitcase higher.
"One hundred thirty-six million dollars," he repeated.
"Alright then, one hundred thirty-six million dollars." Yoshiyuki replied. "Do I hear any further bids? Any at all?"
The room was silent.
"Then for one hundred thirty-six million," Yoshiyuki said before slamming the hammer down on the podium, "this precious jewel is all yours." The winner left his table and walked up the stage, handing the suitcase over to Yoshiyuki. "What is your name, sir?"
"Takana Hiroshi."
"Congratulations Takana, and thank you for attending." The subservient proceeded to break Misaki's chains with an axe.
Takana smirked. "No, thank you." He said. He drew his attention to his new slave, who laid on the floor thanks to Yoshiyuki who had carelessly released his grip, allowing Misaki to fall to the ground hard. Takana kneeled down and lifted Misaki up to get another glimpse of that perfect face. Misaki unconsciously stared back, he would have been scared had he been aware of the situation. But this was just the way Takana liked it.
Takana removed his large, black coat and put it on Misaki, covering up his perfect body, not wanting anyone else to be tempted to take what was now his. He lifted Misaki up bridal-style, and walked out to his car to take his new pet home.
A/N Well? What do you guys think?
Should I continue? (:
(Yes, I know what some of you might be thinking.. this sounds a lot like Okane Ga Nai.. well it is! I'm heavily influenced by that anime. [Love it!])
I try not to copy other things too much, but hey, all inspiration comes from somewhere!
-Tiny