Two men came back to the camp with a young boy, who struggled to get free from their grip. They hurried to their leader's tent, dragging the boy across the dirty and dusty land. People came out of their tiny tents and saw what the fuss was about.

"Let me go! Arh!" Izaya exclaimed, squirming to get free.

The men pushed the leather, which covered the entrance to the tent, aside and forced Izaya to get down on his knees. "We found him lurking around in the woods" one of the men said.

"Hmpft!" he let out as his knees hit the ground. He raised his head and looked at the man before him.

"Hm?" a tall, very muscular man hummed as he stepped closer to this unfamiliar boy. He had long dark brown hair and had an expression of pure hate. His entire body was tanned and handsome. A piece of leather covered his abdomen front and back, but that was the only form of clothing he wore. "What's this?" he narrowed his eyes, examining the boy. "Where are you from?"

Izaya turned his gaze to the ground. He was nervous and didn't want to say which tribe he was from.

The men holding Izaya shook him a bit. "He didn't tell us anything either"

"Very well. I won't kill him, but tie him to the pole, so that everyone can see him" the leader ordered as he turned around and waved the men away. They lifted Izaya up and pulled him to the pole, which was placed in the centre of everything. They pushed him against it. One of the males pulling his hands around to the back of the wooden pole, the other finding some rope to tie his hands together with.

"Wai-, stop!" Izaya exclaimed, trying to get away but with no luck. He was smaller than them and he definitely wasn't that strong despite being male.

The two males finished and went back to the leader's tent.

"Wait! Let me go!" he yelled at them, but then noticed all the people staring at him and he suddenly felt a bit shy. His gaze turned to the ground, head bowed. [What have I gotten myself into?]

A little girl sneaked over to him and glared at him, curiously. She bit on her index finger as she watched him.

Izaya was only wearing a brown piece of leather around his waist, which covered his private part and his behind. He had a piece of leather around his ankle too. A brown one.

Izaya lifted his head to look at the small girl. He had to admit she looked cute, being all innocent and so tiny.

"Nera-chan! Come here!" the girl's mother called, motioning her to come. The girl giggled, carefully waved at the stranger and ran back to her mother.

[Strange girl...] he thought as he watched the girl leave. That's when he remembered everyone was staring and quickly turned his gaze back to the ground. It was embarrassing. He hated being in the centre of attention like that. At least when tied to a pole.

A couple of the women were giggling and chatting as they pointed towards the boy. "He looks so fragile! How could he possibly survive out there in the woods?" one of them said to the others.

"I don't know, but he sure is strange" another giggled and held her hand up to her mouth.

[You know I can hear you, right?] He thought as he bowed his head a bit more, feeling ashamed. But it wasn't his fault that he was thin! It's not like he was all skin and bones anyway... He was just slightly skinny. Nothing more.

"I wonder why the leader keeps him alive? He's no good" the third woman mumbled to them both.

[Wow, thank you... But I do wonder too... Wouldn't you normally get killed? I at least thought so...]

With that last remark the leader came out of his tent. He moved over towards the raven and looked down at him. "Look at me" he demanded. Izaya flinched and tensed at the harsh voice but slowly did as told and looked up at the man.

He scowled at the boy and grabbed his chin, studying his face. "Where are you from?" he asked again. The chit-chat from the ladies had stopped and they just stared at the scene.

Izaya kept quiet.

"Tell me where you are from!" he raised his voice.

Izaya closed his eyes tightly as the man yelled. "The northern tribe" he let out.

The other male let go of Izaya's chin. "Well, well. You do know you're on western territory, yes?"

"Yes..."

"Now, why would you bother come here, when you know that the western and the northern tribes aren't allies?" he folded his arms and sent Izaya a dangerous look.

Izaya bowed his head again, staring at the ground. "Orders..."

"Orders?" he raised a brow.

"Yes..."

"What orders?" he hissed.

"From our leader"

"Don't fuck with me!" he grabbed Izaya by the hair and forced him to look into the leader's eyes. "What orders" he repeated, slightly angrier.

"Hn!" he let out closing his eyes.

"Tell me, right now!"

Izaya kept silent. He wasn't gonna tell him no matter what. He couldn't do that to his tribe.

"If that's how it is going to be" he growled and let go. "Heiwajima Shizuo!" he called out.

Izaya bowed his head again as he was released. [Heiwajima... Shizuo?]

A blonde came out of his tent, dressed like all the other males in the tribe. He frowned for a moment before he approached the leader, bowing as he stood in front of him. "Yes?" he asked as he looked back up at the other male.

"I want you to.. deal with this boy" the leader said as he raised a brow. The blonde sent the boy a glance and then looked away.

"What? I can't do that? I don't have time for that" Shizuo explained.

"That is how it is going to be" the leader said, determined. "You will raise him after our traditions and rules. I want him to betray his own tribe" he said and waved two of his men over to them.

"But-" Shizuo tried but was stopped by the other.

"No, you don't have a choice" the other said.

Izaya hadn't looked up at the guy the leader was talking to. But he listened to their conversation. [Betray my tribe? I won't do that...]

"Untie him" he mumbled to his, apparently, two guards. "If he messes up, or creates chaos, both of you will get punished" he said angrily.

"But that's not fair" Shizuo said, feeling uneasy. "What if he tries to escape? Would that also be my responsibility?" Shizuo frowned.

"Indeed it will" the leader nodded. Shizuo kept quiet and gave up. There was no way he could talk back at his leader.

Great... Izaya didn't want to cause the guy trouble... So he couldn't really escape. Or could he? He didn't know the guy anyway. But he did sound like a nice guy.

The two men lifted Izaya up from the ground and made sure he wouldn't escape from their grasp. Shizuo sighed, bowed to the leader and went back to his own tent, the three males following him.

Izaya made a few attempts to get away from their grip but after that he followed quietly, keeping his gaze at the ground to make sure no one would be able to see his face.

Shizuo held the leather material aside, so that the men could come in without worrying about that. They carelessly left Izaya in the middle of the tent, which seemed like a tiny kitchen, with some clay pots standing here and there. They left the two of them alone short after dropping Izaya to the ground. Shizuo kept an eye on the strange-looking male.

[Ow... Throwing me around all the time...]

Signe: Alright.. This is based on Christine's daydream xD Yes, it's true xD Hope you like it! Review, please!
Christine: I have weird kinks… mehehe~