Author: Danielle Christian
Chapters:1?
Disclaimer: I do not own Ai no Kusabi nor am I making any profits in making this fanfiction. This is all just for mine, and my reader's amusement.
Capitulation of Fate
Prologue
Rain pelted down on the sidewalk of the slum district Ceres. No one seemed to noticed the small boy trying to weave through the feet that were on their way to shelter.
Young Riki tugged on his raven tresses, trying hard not to cry. He did not want to give the heatless people the satisfaction of seeing him cry. He was filthy and covered in rags, that much was obvious to see. Beautiful brown irises gazed pathetically forward, knowing he would get no sympathy from the people around him.
He was a mongrel, the lowest of the low. He had no rights in Amoi. Unlike the rest of the slum kids, Riki could never escape his fate. He was destined to die without anyone.
Riki had been living on the streets since he ran away from the orphanage his mother had dumped him in. It was hard enough for one mongrel to feed itself, let alone a mongrel mother and child. He was not too bitter about bing dumped, but he knew that he would need to find a better way to get credits.
He sighed, letting his back rest against a building. He had done everything short of selling himself, and he was beginning to think it would be best to do so. He could probably get enough credits on his first go to last him a few meals.
The small mongrel sighed again, almost as though he had given up.
"Hey."
Riki was startled out of his thoughts by a voice. He let his gaze move up, unsure. "What?" He asked, thinking about saying more but falling silent when he met with two startlingly blue eyes. Riki let his gaze wander over the creature who seemed to almost smile at him. Long golden hair shimmered down the beautiful male's shoulder blades. It was obvious that it was a Blondie. He let his gaze drop as suddenly as he had let it rise. "Oh."
Riki knew about Blondies, knew all about them. The only reason a Blondie would speak with a mongrel would be to terrorize it. For a mongrel was just that, something to terrorize.
"Here." The Blondie's voice was smooth, and it was obvious that it could captivate anyone it chose to weave its web around.
Riki was shocked when the man placed some bread in his hand and held out his umbrella. "I-I..." He could not fathom why such a creature would show him any kindness.
"Don't be shy, take it." He set the bread in the soaked mongrel's hand. "You look like skin and bones."
The other's kindness was rewarded with a large smile as well as a few tears from Riki. No one had ever shown him kindness, and it was painfully obvious. "Thank you." He whispered, trying to hold some semblance of manners.
The Blondie seemed to want to say something more, but looked away, almost as though he was frightened. "I have to go now, Take care of yourself." He whispered, leaving Riki alone with the bread and umbrella.
The boy did not want the older man to leave.
With another sigh, Riki began to eat.
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It was not a day later when Riki ended up sitting along the same street. He sighed, as he always did. Riki knew he needed to make something of his life, that he did not have time to wait for someone to save him. Somehow, he did not care. He let himself look, gazing out in hopes to see the beautiful man from before.
It was raining still, the streets of Ceres flooded and no one seemed to care.
Riki sneezed, knowing he should have found some place warmer to sleep the night before. He was cold and he knew he had some sort of bug. The boy slumped a bit, playing with the hem of his shirt in an innocent manner.
It seemed hours that Riki stood there, waiting. He had his hopes up so high that the man would come back. That beautiful man who had chased his nightmares away that night. The man who seemed to be made of sunshine and sky. To the innocent street rat, the Blondie was a hero.
When it seemed obvious that the man was not coming, Riki felt a sudden wave of depression wash over him. He was so lost in his own self-pity that he did not notice the shadow looming ominously over him.
"Hey, Mongrel, how much?" It was a rather hefty man with blue hair. Probably an Elite who could not get any from the home. "You look cute... What would you say to 500 credits?"
Riki's eyes lit up. Five hundred? Was that what the man said. "W-what for?" He suddenly found himself asking, the berating himself. "I-I mean I have never..." He trailed off, looking down at the floor.
"Well, I will have to teach you." The man smiled, but to Riki it was nothing like the smile from the sunshine man. "How old are you?"
Riki seemed to nod, moving closer to the Elite. "Six." He said softly, letting his hand fist in the other's cloak.
"Quite young." Riki did not see the man's smile grow into something more... feral. "Come with me, I will take care of you..." He prompted for the boy's name.
"Riki." He said in the same soft tone.
Riki did not pat attention to where they were going, but he was vaguely aware that he dropped the umbrella on the floor.
Small feet splashed in puddles as he was led into a building and up a flight of stairs. Only when he was pushed into a room filled with shady men did he notice something was wrong. He looked around, confused. "Where?" He asked, but was hit with a slap before he could question further.
The men seemed to crowed around Riki, making him feel uncomfortable. They all seemed to be sizing him up.
"He is untouched." The man who had brought him said, as he ran a hand along Riki's face. "Why don't we show Riki what it is like to... sin." His hand slowly started to move down before stopping at the hem of his shirt.
The men around him seemed to laugh as Riki began to shake. He was scared, unsure. When the man ripped of his shirt he let out a loud cry that he was sure could be heard all over Ceres.
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The blond let his head rise up into the gray covered sky, perplexed by the loud scream he had heard. He had been silently wondering if he would see the mongrel from the day before.
Blue eyes searched around, spotting the place where the boy had been before. He frowned when he noticed the forgotten umbrella. Something began to tighten in the blond's chest as he gazed down at it. He wondered if something happened to the boy. He had not looked much older than seven, if that.
He tried not to dwell on the thought as he picked up the umbrella. It was still raining hard, and he would need to take refuge someplace. He saw a motel up the way a bit and decided that would be as good a place if any.
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Riki thrashed against the many arms that held him down. He felt them on his skin and was repulsed with it. His hair housed several greasy fingers that the desperately tried to pry out. He was shouting on the top of his lungs, all in vain.
The boy silenced himself when a meaty hand lashed out, making his vision go white. Tears filled Riki's eyes, but he did not cry out. He let the rivers of silver fall silently. He was hardly aware of the rope that tied his hands to the headboard of the bed.
"Now little Riki, We all want something from you." The blue haired man whispered in a husky voice. "We want your innocence." He smirked, ripping on the only pair of pants the boy had. The motion caused a small whimper to come from Riki's mouth, but other than that he remained silent.
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Riki was in hell.
By the time the first man finished with him, a second was ready to take his spot. It seemed like hours until they were through with him. One man after another. He serviced them all.
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The Blondie stood inside of the motel, having given some credits to the owner. He only intended to stay there for a few hours, but became captivated by the strange grunts outside of his room. He kept his door open, sitting there.
He silently wondered if people were watching the coupling of pets.
It was three hours later that the door across the hall from him opened. Men seemed to be laughing, jeering at the small bundle they held tightly withing their circle.
Puzzled, and curious, the blond started after them. It was not until they had walked out the front did he notice the rain had finally stopped.
Blue eyes fell on the bundle that seemed to be moving. "What have you got there?" He asked in a cold, emotionless voice.
Upon seeing who had addressed them, all five men froze, dropping the sheet covered Riki, exposing him. A few of them cursed, but the blue haired one remained stoic. "Sir, what are you doing in this area?" He asked, trying to give the man a semblance of respect.
Cold blue eyes narrowed at the sperm covered boy. He recognized the boy from before and felt his blood begin to boil. "You." He let his voice drop, and his hands began to shake. The blond began to approach the men who had so savagely raped the boy, as they backed slowly away.
Riki seemed to be forgotten on the floor, his blood trickling down the pavement. He let out a whimper, but it when unnoticed by the men and the Blondie.
"Hey, hang on." A soft voice from Riki's right called out. He managed to look where the voice came from and saw a boy, much like himself. "My name is Guy." He seemed to smile down at Riki's broken form.
Slowly, Guy lifted Riki's bloodied body. The boy had no idea what was going on as he let oblivion take his mind away. He would trust this savior, the boy so much like himself.
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The blond frowned, turning around to see where the boy had been. His blue eyes widened when all he saw was a trail of crimson, washing down into the gutters. He silently wondered what it was about that boy that had caused him to want to help him.
He let his hand trail in the blood before looking away, disgusted. The men had gotten away, ran like the cowards they were. He had wanted to take the boy someplace to get him looked at, but the boy was gone. He did not think he could even walk, but somehow, he had vanished.
"He is as good as dead." The man told himself as he started to head back to Eos, the place where only the most powerful people lived.