His master was very proud of him. The young boy was all a good master would ever want in a pet; loyal, obediant and on top of all, unbearably cute. He wasn't supposed to keep the boy as a pet at first. When he locked the kid in a room filled with hungry dogs, he thought for sure they would eat him up, tear his flesh apart and cut him into tiny pieces. When he came back, however, he was still there, sitting in the middle of a hundred sleeping dogs. One of them was dead. The boy had bruises all over, his clothes torn apart and his body dirty with blood. Not his. Dog blood.
He soon became master's favorite pet. Master wanted to show him off to the world, he wanted everyone to be jealous of his puppy. He gave the kid a oversized white shirt, and that was all he was wearing at first. Master taught him to be obedient. The hard way, of course, but it was worth it. Everything about his pet was perfect. And that body...
Eric got beat up almost every day. His master was short-tempered. He was never fed. Sometimes, his master would feed him with something in the palm of his hand, and the puppy would have to lick it all, and that was it. Only sometimes, when master was feeling generous. He couldn't talk unless his master told him to, which was a rare case. Eric never complained and never tried to escape; he accepted this fate as his own, and would do anything to please his master.
His master's name was Tsumui. He was tall, with hair as black as the darkness Eric was left in all the time. He had green eyes, that darkened as dark as his hair when the puppy wasn't satisfying him enough. Once, he took Eric with him at a meeting to show him off. Everyone was very entertained with the boy. He sat on his master's lap, not saying a word unless his master told him to. Obviously, master wanted to show off his pet's skills. And master was feeling generous enough to share his puppy with his friends that night. Eric couldn't walk for the next two days.
It was december already. He could tell by how cold it was and by the lights he could see through the tiny window in master's room. Around christmas, probably. He remembered the christmas he used to have with his parents in the states, when he was a kid. His mom, a tall, blonde women with a warm smile, and his father, a mysterious man with eyes as blue as the sky, announced him on his sixth birthday that they would leave for Japan. Eric didn't understand what that meant, he didn't know where it was, and for him, it didn't make any differences. The left early in january. Eric remembered being amazed with being in a plane, he spent his hours staring at the clouds outside his window.
His father was a weird guy. He never really talked much, never hugged Eric and never gave him love. His parents were always arguing over the silliest things. It was all about money, food, or depts. Eventually, they stopped completely. His father had a lot of money. No one complained. Everything became quiet in the house. And then, there was nothing. They both disapeared, and master Tsumui picked him up. He saw his parent's bodies on the floor, bloody.
Shaking his head, the boy tried to change his mind. He would walk to the window and look outside, only his right foot was chained to the wall, and he couldn't go really far. His stomach was hurting, and his head was spinning. He was so hungry... And so thirsty, too. It was painful, so painful...
Then, the door opened and Eric's heart skipped a beat. Glancing up at his master, he knew he was a bit drunk.
"Hello there, puppy." Tsumui gently said, in a almost caring voice. "Felt lonely?" His puppy didn't answer. With a loving smile, his master stroked the blonde hair. "Are you hungry, my pet?"
Eric's stomach started hurting even more. Just thinking about his hunger, just thinking about food made him desperate. Figthing the tears, he gave a small nod. There was a trick to this; his master would not give him food unless it's in exchange of something. But Eric was just so hungry, he would do anything.
Tsumui gave another smile before standing up. "Then, I got something for you." Eric's curiousity was as it's highest, and he stared at his master as he opened a bag. Automatically, the air was filled with flavors he never smelled before, and he felt weak just by that. The man, noticing the look on his pet's face, couldn't help but chuckle. He wouldn't allow the puppy to eat by himself, so he grabbed a bit of meat with sauce on it and walked over him again, feeding him with his own hands. Eric didn't complain, at least he was being fed. He ate it all, his mind going crazy, and Master was only being a tease. He gave him a taste of his reward, he knew it. When there was no more meat, he licked Tsumui's fingers clean until there was nothing there but his own saliva.
"Good boy..." The man purred, stroking his pet's hair with a hand as his hand was being licked clean. "I can give you more if you do something for me."
There, he knew it. There was always that with Tsumui, but Eric couldn't care less. He had an idea of what would come next; he was used to it, after all. He simply waited for the orders. His master unchained Eric before taking him in his arms and sitting on his own bed, wrapping his puppy's legs around his waist, eyes darkened. The young boy could feel something hard against him, but didn't worry about it. It was normal, it happened all the time. "You know what to do, don't you, my little puppy?"
[[ Well.. This is my first story on here. I'll be posting chapter 2 later this week; Not wanting to spoil anything, I'll just say that this prologue was a flashback on Eric's past, and the next one will be his present, with Kosuke and Homra. ]]