He felt nauseous.

The bed he laid upon dipped once more as a warm breath cascaded down his neck while grubby fingers pinched and slid across his unclothed skin. Closing his eyes, he fell to another world, dreaming of the greener grass on the other side of the fence. But with a rough tug on his hair, he flashed his eyes open and saw the reality that he lived in.

The living space was nothing but an ordinary brothel room which was lit by the morning glow of the sun that peeked shyly behind thick grey curtains. Other than that, clothes were also scattered and torn along the floor, beginning from the door to the bed and - green eyes leading upwards - the last cloth left to be removed was remaining on the man above him. He batted his green doe eyes before letting out a content sigh as he hung his arms around the older males neck, fingers lacing together as he took another breath before the plunge.

He never wanted this, but life wasn't so gracious to those who were immersed in this side of the city.

"C'mon now, darlin'. A lil' sugar and sympathy is all I need."

But he had people back home that needed this, and to give up meant more than losing the money or food they had. They would lose their lives. He promised himself he was never going to leave them defenseless in this monstrous world, and so this was the compromise that his God had offered to him instead.

"I can deliver more than just that, sir." He purred.

He needn't see the leer to know it was there. So when lips were descending on skin and moans filled the stale air, he knew the compromise had begun again.

-Rain City-

There was an odd duplex that was nestled in the heart of the bustling city of district seven. The building was a hideous dull color of brown that almost, or rather it did as the owner would like to say, resembled feces. Not only was it oddly hideous, but the man who lived there was said to be eccentric and though no one had met the man personally, his reputation around the area had exceeded far more than he could ever imagine.

Within one of its many windows, three tall men could be seen inside and the third with strikingly blond hair threw his arms up in anger, releasing all the papers he held in his clutch.

"No!" he yelled, "I did not sign up for this shit of a mission and why the hell do I have to go to a brothel for God's sake!?"

The bespectacled man pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing harshly."Well that's the first I've ever heard you complain about going to a brothel. Besides, don't you regularly visit the red light district in the Seventh District, Frau?"

"That isn't the goddamn point and you know it, Cas. And we also happen to - oh, I don't know - live in the seventh district if you didn't realize that." Frau said through gritted teeth, "We're not going to get any clues from there and why am I out of all people going on this mission?"

Castor sighed as he took off his spectacles, cleaning them with a beige handkerchief while Frau fumed angrily at him."Look, Frau, all I'm going to say is that it takes a thief to catch a thief-"

"Oh, so now I'm a thief!? Labrador, back me up here won't you?" Frau yelled hysterically.

Labrador let out a small apologetic laugh. "Well, you did have a bad history before..."

Frau pouted childishly as Labrador paused, leaving the apologetic smile on his face as he sipped a cup of tea from the table. Castor smiled victoriously at Frau as they realized who had won the argument.

"Alright, I get it four-eyes," Frau growled, "so get to the point."

"Think about it Frau", Castor whispered. "Right now you're the only one who can do this and no one knows that life better than you do. You might even save thousand of lives," Castor paused before looking Frau straight in the eye, "and maybe this could be your redemption for what happened...before."

Frau remained silent, the thoughts churning around in his head like an unsolvable puzzle. Castor's face remained clenched in the dreadful silence. After a couple minutes, Castor stood up and left the room with Labrador hot on his heels. But before Labrador can fully cross over the threshold of the door, he turned around.

"Frau, you're the only detective that has actual real life experience and...as a friend, I beg of you-"

"Don't beg me Labby," Frau interrupted. "That's just...weird."

Labrador smiled then swiftly left the room, leaving the blond to sit alone in his office. Frau sat, swiveling in his chair as he slumped back comfortably into his seat. He brought his palms to his face, exhaling slowly as the ongoing pleas from his friends rang loud and clear in his head. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it.

But rather the fact that the black market would have changed drastically, compared to how it was years ago.

He shook his head as he re-thought the process of the "mission". The mission happened to be joining forces to help hunt down a pair of brothers that had gone missing for over two years who also held a special item in their grasp. Frau agreed deep inside of why they might have needed him, but it still didn't make much sense. He was only a private investigator for fuck's sake, not a goddamn miracle worker. Not that he was denying how good he was at his job.

With a sigh, Frau pinched his own nose bridge and cracked his neck. He crossed his arms as he fell into deeper thought about the important request. Apparently there were several leads saying that the brothers were seen near the brothel, but the leads after that were wiped clean and not to mention that those were year old clues. From his perspective, Frau could only shake his head and claim it as a pair or rebellious kids that may have just fallen victim to the black market.

And with his experience of the black market, he wasn't even sure if the kids were still alive anymore.

Frau stood up from his chair, picking up his now empty tea cup and left the room. Walking into the kitchen, he quickly washed the cup and hung it on the rack to dry. The sun had now begun to set in the sky, leaving an ombré of orange, pink and purple and left several of it's shades among the tiled kitchen floor. He yawned loudly, walking away from the sight outside of his windows and left to the living room. Sitting down on his cough, he turned on the flat screen t.v. before picking out the papers that Castor and Labrador had left behind for him to read over.

-Rain City-

The never-ending pain in his legs and back made him feel as if he had been hit by a truck. Every step he took his body shook uncontrollably and it didn't help that the rain was pounding on his back. The clothes he wore was no help, and his home was at least a mile away or so from the brothel. Swearing fervently, he trotted homewards as fast as he could, ignoring the burning sensation all over his body that begged him to stop.

The town he lived in appeared deserted as there was only a dreary silence other than his heavy panting and the splashing he left on the concrete as he raced across the empty streets. Occasionally, he would pass by drunken men and junkies, but thankfully he had learned to avoid them swiftly as his time here grew longer.

Eventually, after running through back alleys and into the cold pouring rain, he had finally gotten "home." His home was nothing but an old apartment complex that was out of use due to danger of the building fall apart. The outside gave a feeling of a run down motel that hadn't seen humanity for decades. It's once nude color was now a muddy beige and the window panes were clouded with dirt and dust. But even though the building looked like it was in danger of falling apart, he couldn't be stopped from living in there anymore.

He quickly walked inside, leaving a wet trail of foot steps on the old worn down navy-blue carpet as he trudged up the spiraling stairs to the last floor: the fifth floor. The fifth floor was where he lived with his small family, though they weren't related by blood but by friendship.

Shivering cold, he stood in front of one of the many doors in the hall and knocked softly in a concise rhythm. With the sound of a lock being unlatched, the door swung open and a taller blond with an x-shaped scar on his cheek greeted him with a warm smile.

"Welcome back home, Teito."