Hey there. This is my first fic, that I will stick to from now on

WARNING: this is a very yaoi, lemony story, with drugs, alcohol, rape, death (and there's some cute luv in it too. etc. (all the bad stuff)

Well hope you enjoy.

I DON"T OWN ANYTHING ON THIS STORY

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MEMORIES

The young boy of no more than fifteen, walked down the dirty alley of a forgotten city wearing his usual burgundy shirt and brown pants. It was a long day in the fall, and the cold had finally hit him while walking in the night. Toboe look down at the cracks and trash as he walked, not caring if he would bump into anything. Move his fingers in his pocket, he was ruffling the money he had just collected from a client. His job was a prostitute, at the underground brothel in an abandoned apartment run by a man named Quent Yaiden. The boss of the whole underground sex organization. He would kidnap people, even children, and raise them to become prostitutes for sick perverts, desensitize them until there nothing more than emotionless bodies, that way they are more like dolls, or a play toy, he would like to call them.

Toboe wasn't like this, until the incidents that lead to this life. He was born into a rich family, with a wonderful father who loved him and gave him all he needed. A beautiful mother, who loved him scince he was a baby. Back then the sun was out more and not as many poor people you would see in this town. But one day, his father lost all his money, when his stocks went rock bottom. By then he was only eight. They lost everything they every had, and were forced to live at his grandmothers, home into the city he now resides. Due to tragic fate, on a stormy night, they were riding in the family car. Toboe sniffed the wet from his nose, catching a fever. Him mother looked back at him from the passenger seat. She gave him the warm smile that always made him smile back. Her perfect white skin, and her red hair was always beautifully combed down. He was glad she smiled, a smile that said nothing bad could happen.

He smiled back at her, trying not to look so sick, which made her white teeth show in a few chuckled laughs. As she turn back to look at the road, with the rain drops pounding on the glass, a light appeared. His father squinting his eyes in pain of the glare. Swerving to right to try and avoid what ever it was. Toboe could still hear the screech of the tires, on the wet pavement, constantly moving. And the car went off the road. The bumping had shock him as his mother's panting grew louder; he too was breathing more as his father's frustration of stopping the car. But before he could stop, a giant oak stop it for him.

Toboe slept. Hearing other people in the car saying "is he alright?" "I think so, he might just be out cold"

"what about the other two adult's?"

"We're not sure yet. The paramedics just picked them up."

He woke up in the hospital with a bandage on his head, and a blanket as warm as his mothers hugs. He smiled, but frowned as he felt around for her. He sat up to look out the rain dropped window, the sun glaring out, just as the light did the night before. Wearing a gown, he stood on the cold hospital floor, and went for the door. Just as he turned the knob, a nurse opened to door.

"Oh my goodness honey! You should be in bed!" as she forced him to get under the blanket covers.

"Wh... wheres my mommy… and where's many daddy?" he said worrying.

"I'm not sure. But we do have someone to see you. You can come in now miss."

An old woman stood at the door with the familiar flower dress, and with sweater. It was him grandmother. Toboe smiled at her, but she did not him.

In her waved voice she said, "Miss, could you give us some time alone?"

"Of course!" the nurse said as she went for the door and closed it behind.

She waited until she knew the nurse was gone, and looked at Toboe.

"Hello Toboe. How are you feeling?" she said in a calm voice. "I feel good." He lied. "where's mommy and daddy grammy ?" he said in confusion. She sighed in hope of him not asking the question. She walked towards is beside very slowly for a age, and rested on the bed.

"Toboe, do you remember when you caught a fish at grandpa's old farm, by the lake?"

"yes!" he said quickly.

"And then you asked your daddy if you could keep it? Then you went on a vacation for 3 days, and came back to see it sleeping?"

"Yes. That made me very sad." He frowned

"Well.." as she was trying to build up the courage to say it.

"Your mommy and daddy are sleeping, just as the fish was."

Toboe froze in his bed. Tears began to well up in his eye's. "What?"

"all of you were in an accident last night. And the car crashed into a tree." By now tears have fallen from both faces. "I'm sorry Toboe. But mommy and daddy are angles now." As she finally broken down into her hands. Toboe just sat there, tears coming from his face, and just.. sitting there

Five years have passed since the burial. He was living with his grandmother on her fix-income, which now made them live truly on well fair, in the old apartment in a run down apartment complex. He went out to do a chore for his grand mother to run to the store to by a few groceries. His amber hair grew out, his body slender, and his skin softer, putting on a innocent act. Carrying a paper bag three blocs from his home, he was stared at from the local men at the beer taverns. They snickered and showed there teeth, in hopes of getting. He could admit, he looked like a girl in a drunkards eyes. He looks back at them, on alert past the giant red building that was never lit with lights. His pace moved faster to get home into their apartment. He climbed the nine story stairs, which made It hard for his grandmother to go anywhere. He reached to the door, and pulled out his key. he opened and closed the door behind him, putting his back on it to catch his breath. After a few seconds, started for the kitchen, which was his routine everyday. At the door way, he stood in shock, he dropped the bag of food which spilled on the floor, reaching his grandmother face down on the floor. He turned her over, breathing harder and harder

"grandma, grandma!" he said slapping her face "wake up! Come on wake up!" tears coming to his eyes. Running to the telephone to dial the ambulance.

Well things went down hill from there. A week alone in that apartment, caused him emotional depression. He wanted to run away. And that what he did. He had no one in the world now. It started to pour outside. All he had was his clothes on his back, he walked around, not caring what would happen. Then he stumbled at the giant building he found next to the Bar. The night in back of the building fascinated him, being drawn to it, he took his steps up to it. He heard some voices, more like laughter. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled the air.

His emotions and thoughts went through his mind. "Will I ever find happiness? Could I find happiness? Here?