An: Heyy! So I have debated and debated about posting this story... On one hand I thought it was a pretty interesting idea to develop, on the other hand I wasn't sure if I was crossing a line. Yes, this story concerns the social issue of human trafficking and prostitution. But by no means am I glorifying a disgusting problem that exists in the world today. Human trafficking strips people of their dignity, choice, and human rights. Even though this story revolves around my FAVORITE OTP Rochu, their tale will be one of hatred, heartache and betrayal.
-Expect lots and lots of OOC! And their age difference will be that of 14 years! And also(*sighs)...yes...there will be smut.
-As I mentioned before, the plot centers on human trafficking and child prostitution. It contains mature content, so if you are in any ways uncomfortable with it, please do not proceed further.
-Other characters will appear later.
-I do not own Hetalia~
-Without further ado, I hope you give this story a chance :)
A dimly lit room reeking of stale cigarettes and urine housed more than forty children standing in a straight line. They were naked with a thick band of tracker around their foot; some had tear stains on their faces, while others had a dazed look as if they were sedated by drugs not long ago, perhaps they were. The room is merely a small part of the compartment located in the deserted Midwest, the middle of nowhere, the unseen corner of the poster-perfect American dream, yet the room served as a large cage to contain the silent cries of the stolen ones.
Drip. A drop of liquid landed on Ivan Braginsky's Armani suit staining the expansive material, momentarily distracting him from the sight in front of him. He raised his head to survey the rusted pipes on the ceilings and frowned at the leakage. This small imperfect seemed to bother him more than the inhumane activity taking place right in front of his eyes.
"Sir?" a small voice emitting obvious fear sounded beside him, and his attention was brought back to the children.
"Is this the new batch?"
"Y-yes sir," the tiny man answered nervously.
"And all the paperwork is completed right?"
"Of course…" he fidgeted with his fingers while his eyes strayed away from the towering man. "Their information is already registered in the system with their family background, school, address, and…."
As he started rumbling on about information he never asked for, Mr. Braginsky stopped listening and began examining the faces of his new "employees." They seemed to range in ages from six to fifteen; most were girls while a few were boys, as to be expected in a business where the demands for female were always higher. He liked to start his way from the left to right, and the first child in that order was a pre-adolescent girl with auburn hair. Her breasts were beginning to develop and the stubby hairs around her female part were indications of attracting customers. Most of them liked girls in that age, not too young, but not too old. Too bad she was not a blonde. As his eyes travelled to the next in line and the one after, he couldn't help but feel a particular boredom forming in his head, so as a game of his, he started making up stories for these kids. Yes, she would be the spoiled younger sister of a doting older brother; she takes ballet lessons and steals cookies from the counter when her mother is not looking; he plays soccer because his older brother is the golden athlete of their town; she-
His game was interrupted by the boy standing near the middle of the pack. Well, if it wasn't for his male organ he could've easily been mistaken as a girl. This boy was staring at the ground, and Mr. Braginsky strangely felt irritation at this small gesture. While the others looked at him with fear and desperation for mercy, or just plain daze, this boy did not even bother to raise his head. So he bore his gaze directly at him, as if daring him to continue to ignore his presence. While he couldn't see his eyes from the strands of hair falling over his shoulder, the rest of his body was in full view. He was a slender boy with pale skin and seemed to contain the fragility of a girl. His unblemished exterior was the evidence of growing up in a comfortable household, a place of love and protection from the cruel world outside. For a moment, Mr. Braginsky almost felt pity for this boy. However it quickly evaporated into emotionless observation. As he was about to move on to the next person, the movement of his head caught his eyes and slowly but steadily the boy raised his head. His expression was calm, but his gaze told a different story. It was a tale of defiance…of fire. He was naked with nothing on him except a tracker, and he knew what his future would carry, but he looked directly at Ivan Braginsky. As if he was daring him to look at him, not as one of his soon-to-be prostitutes, but as an actual human being whose life he was about to ruin. Look at me, his eyes seemed to say.
Mr. Braginsky looked away from the row of children and redirected his gaze at the ceiling above him. Another drop landed on his head.
"Raivis, who's the Asian boy in the middle there?"
At the sound of his voice, Raivis stopped his rumbling and appeared confused before realizing he was being asked a question. "Oh, umm, who?"
"Is there more than one Asian boy in this room?" He smiled at the restless men, and upon receiving the grin, Raivis shivered more violently as he struggled to flip through the folder containing the profiles.
"Ah here he is," Raivis secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "His name is Yao Wang, born in China, immigrated to the states in 1999, family got their citizenship in 2003, umm twelve this year, has two younger siblings-"
"That's enough," Mr. Braginsky dismissed him with a wave. "That's more than I needed to know."
"S-sorry, sir." Raivis momentarily shut his eyes and cursed himself for annoying the man in suit. He could not afford to anger him.
Taking out his pocket watch to inspect the time, Mr. Braginsky surveyed the room one last time before turning his back on the atrocity. He had other business to attend to, places where it didn't involve naked children and urine smelling rooms. Raivis quickly followed behind him, and two other men entered to the room as they were leaving. Their footsteps sounded against the damp concrete floor, and the echoes of faint screams resonated from all corners of the compartment. It was a familiar sound to him, the voice of human despair. Another familiar thing was the sight of newly 'recruited' cattle, but unconsciously his mind drifted back to that boy who stared back at him. Yao Wang, was it? He was a strange one… But soon enough he would be just like all the others. After all, that was what reality does best, revealing the truth of this vile world.
Kindness was his mistake. It wasn't naivety or curiosity; it was kindness that became his downfall.
Many years later, Yao Wang would look back at that day and contemplate about the decision that changed his life forever. As he was being penetrated by strangers and that man, he would close his eyes and sometimes he could see the street of his home town and laughter from school kids walking to the local candy store. He could feel the sun on his face and the smell of freshly baked pastry. Then an excruciating thrust would shake him from his trance, leaving him cold and shivering despite of the bodily heat. Yao would open his eyes and smile faintly at the amethyst-eyed man he was sitting on. Collapsing onto his body and burying his head in his chest, Yao dug his fingers into his back and moved passively with the motions of the increasingly intense jerks. Becoming lost in his own moans, his vision drifted back to the child whose innocence was stolen on that day, many years ago…
In a town where everyone knew each other, Yao Wang grew up in a loving family as the eldest of three children. Despite already having two younger siblings, their extended family consisted of cousins all younger than Yao. He was the beloved child of his parents, the respected older brother of his siblings and cousins, and the star student of his school. But more than anything, he had a good heart and a sense of raw righteousness that was rare in this day and age.
His twelfth birthday passed in October with a huge celebration marking the special occasion. It was an age where children began leaving behind their childish ways and experience role-playing as adults. But for Yao, at twelve years old he was forced to grow up. He never even had the chance to bid farewell to the world he once knew.
Coming home from school one day with a bright red backpack on his shoulders, he hummed softly enjoying the soft autumn breeze. The leaves crunched beneath his feet as he strolled down the street. Occasionally, one would fall past him, lightly swaying as the air gently carried it to the ground. The air was crisp, the kind of cold that made you feel alive when you breathed it in. His world was painted red and orange, and he caught the scent of cinnamon from a nearby café. He spotted it about ten feet in front of him, a pile of pumpkins and bales of hay flanked either side of the door. He sighed, relishing the feeling of fall.
Saying 'hi' to everyone on the streets, it was almost a few blocks away from home when he saw a shivering man leaning against a lamp post. Even though there was still warmth in the air, the man trembled as if winter was already fast approaching. There were holes in his washed out jeans and his jacket was missing buttons. His face was haggard, and his hair appeared greasy and unwashed. From afar, Yao could tell he was a stranger to the town and not wanting to attract attention to himself he quickened his steps and lowered his eyes as he crossed path with that man. But as he walked further and further away from the strange man, he couldn't help but to feel sorry for him. Unconsciously he glanced back and saw the man covering his hands over his face as he sniffled into his sleeves. At that moment, he felt bad for walking away from him.
Returning back to the lamppost, Yao walked cautiously over to him. "Mister? Are you okay mister?"
Slowly the man peered through his hands and saw the young boy standing in front of him. "Oh…yeah…I'm-I'm okay," he stammered.
"Well you were crying just now weren't you?" Yao asked. "Did you have a bad day?"
He grinned bitterly at the question. "New, it wasn't just one bad day…I… I just found out that they have my…Never mind, little boy. There are some things in the world you're better off not knowing."
Yao tilted his head, wondering about the man's words. Even though he considered himself wise beyond his years, he supposed there were many things in this world he still didn't know. Like the mark he was getting for his math test. Yet, he felt disappointed that there was nothing he could do about this man's woes. "I hope they return whatever they took from you."
"It was a person," the man softly whispered.
"Pardon?" Yao didn't catch what the man said.
"Nothing… go home now, little boy. Thank you for noticing someone like me."
Yao didn't know what else to say to make this person feel better. Awkwardly he stepped away from him and began walking down the street again.
"Wait!"
Yao turned around at the unexpected voice. "Yes sir?"
"You could help me! Yes, I suddenly realize this now! You could help me get her back!"
There were two mistakes Yao made that day. The first one being he did not immediately recognize the desperate yet almost shameful tone of that man. The second mistake was that he decided to help him.
"How can I help?" Yao smiled at him, glad that there was something he could do.
"Well…you don't really need to do anything except helping me find my key which I recently lost," the man spoke unevenly. "If I find my key, umm, then I could-I could get home."
"But I thought people took something away from you?"
"Yes! But I have to go home first before making up a plan to bargain with them, yes? you see!"
"Umm…" Yao answered hesitantly. His enthusiasm began to waver as he realized if he should really be talking to a stranger for this long. "Where did you last see your key?"
"I think it was just around this area. I just need someone to help me search!"
"Wait here, I'll find someone to help you."
"No! It will be too late then!" His panicked voice shocked Yao momentarily. "I'm sorry…please… I, I just want her back so much…please help me."
His pleading eventually convinced Yao to let go of his logics and give in to the kindness of his heart.
A decision that proved fatal many years later.
"Okay. Okay, I'll help you."
"Agh Yao! Yao-Yao! Look at me!" His voice woke Yao from his daze and brought him back to reality. In a room drenched with the sickly-sweet smell of peonies trying to conceal the rotting desires of human flesh, on a bed ravaged by two naked bodies, Yao slowly lifted up his head from Ivan's chest.
As he was about to say something, the abnormally large intruder was shoved deeper into his canal hitting his prostate and rendering his speech unintelligible. "Ah-Ah!"
Despite already moving at a rapid speed, the larger man seemed unsatisfied with Yao's behavior. "You're not very focused today Yao~"
"What do you want me to do?" Yao answered through clenched teeth as he felt the inside of his walls engulfing in the expanding rod. His hair dripped with sweat plastered stubbornly onto that man's body and his own erection with cum pooling at the tip was pressed tightly against that man's torso.
"I want you to think only about me," he commanded as he gripped his butt cheeks and dug his fingers into the sensitive flesh.
"What if I tell you I was thinking about some other man?" Yao moaned through his words, saliva dripping down from the corners of his mouth upon the man's shoulders.
"Then you're not doing your job properly Yao-Yao,"
He laughed at his reply, only for the laughter to turn into desperate groaning then the release of their seeds. Feeling dizzy at the accumulation of cum inside of him, Yao crumpled onto his body with his cock still inside and white liquid flowing out through the plugged hole.
"Are you only thinking about me now?" He asked soothingly, hand rubbing circles around Yao's back.
"If I say no, would you f*ck me again?" He muttered passively, head resting on the curve of his neck.
"A dirty word like that shouldn't come from your pretty little mouth," he chuckled. "When you're with me, don't think about anyone else…other men, your customers, focus only on me and my essence inside of you."
"Hmm," Yao hummed absentmindedly, enveloping his arms around the man's lean body and closing his eyes.
"Ivan?"
"Da?"
"If a stranger asked you to find their lost key for them, would you do it?"
"What's this about?"
"Would you help them find a key just so they could get their daughter back?"
"No, there's no reward for selfless acts like those. Only stupid people would offer help to a stranger."
"That's what I think so too… What a stupid boy."
TBC.
AN: The ending of this chapter takes place three to four years after Yao was kidnapped. And next chapter will continue with how Yao was kidnapped and their first meeting from Yao's perspective.
To be completely honest with you, I don't know if I have the time/energy/motivation to continue this story since this will be rather long (around twenty chapters or more). And I'm still unsure about the subject matter. I don't know if I should go all out and make it as realistic as possible...
If it's not too much trouble, please let me know what you think of this story so far. Reviews really do mean a lot to me, especially with cases like this where I don't know how people will react. Thanks for reading! Hugs and Kisses.