Konnichiwa, minna! Another fanfictiooooooooooon~~ It's my first M-rated one, actually... lol.
This fanfiction is dedicated to my awesome senpai ^^
*ahem* This is a real failfic lol, so senpai, please. ;3
WARNING: This contains prostitution, and yaoi (boy x boy love) so if you don't like it, the back button at the top is always there to escort you out. Furthermore, this is a fail fanfiction, so I don't care if you give criticism, just don't flag. Truce?
Golden Flower
Pairings involved : mainly AoKise (no promises lol)
Summary:
Kise, having been sold as a prostitute a few years ago, is now practically living like an alive corpse, and always gets "abused" by his boss. Will his life ever change when his childhood friend steps into his thin thread of his entire life? Or would his flame flicker out?
DISCLAIMER: If I had owned KnB, I would have made Aomine and Kise make sloppy kisses during their match.
Chapter 1 : A Reunion
Kise stood, trembling ever so slightly as the man standing before him started to finger his throbbing member. He was stripped down to his knees, every single little detail of his body exposed for all to see. His right leg was chained to a heavy iron ball hiding in the dark shadows that loomed over the wall ominously.
His amber eyes were emotionless and dull. His very image of a calm, cool, collected guy did not falter even once, ever since the start of the day. Not even once, when the man - a client, stooped down so low just to do such unimaginable things to the blonde.
Yes, the blonde doll works at a brothel. Compelled to, anyway.
He had been captured and sold off at a slave auction back in the wealthy country of America. Back then, him, standing like a statue on the podium, was bought for almost a million pounds. His buyer, a red-haired young man with matching ruby irises, had patted him on the shoulder, as if he was sympathising, or more like empathising, him who had been working his ass off for a long time before being sold so easily like a normal merchandise in a simple shop.
His buyer was the one that brought him to this workplace, where pretty people would get the job of only being "pleasured" by customers and nothing more. Such a simple yet difficult job, yet the pay was little. Akashi, the crimson-haired person with his similar scarlet eyes, was also one of the "entertainers" of this very inn which always reek of the grimy, disgusting smell of sex.
Kise's current customer turned his ravishing toy around and thrusted in without any second thought. Still, the prostitute remained motionless, as if he was deep in thought. No opposition was struck up, even during this process where everything is set on blazing fires.
Thinking about something...?
No... that's not it...
"Damn," the guy sarcastically whined as he gave off a sadistic smirk. "What happened to all those cries that you were so fond of?"
Those topaz orbs sparkled dully with unresponsiveness. Absolutely nothing.
Seriously... he didn't care.
This particular ruthless client did not give him much thought; he just fucked him senseless and left in a huff, obviously not satisfied with the blonde's obvious intentions of not putting up any resistance.
Yep, Kise used to mewl and push his clients away.
Just like a resisting kitten. But that soon changed...
...when he was raped.
This beautiful yet fragile doll, whose heart had already been turned into a slab of cold, icy stone a long time ago, lay still on the freezing cold blade of the hard cemented floor beneath like a living, breathing corpse. His insides have been violated so much; it had lost its senses long ago.
He wanted to die. But why is it so hard...?
...
Just then, a sharp "click" resonated into the still air, breaking the deadly eerie silence as the mahogany door swung open to reveal a small, meek boy with sky blue hair. This little child was clad in a shining blue yukata, woven with fine silk. That, was what every prost - no, worker, wore to gain attention and start their interesting business.
Neither of them liked it. But what could they do?
"Kise-kun," he started. Noticing hat the naked teen was motionless like a still model doll, the small-sized boy forcefully knocked on the door and announced his presence. "It's Kuroko."
For the first time of the day, the blonde looked up. Seeing Kuroko made his face light up with a sweet smile. He spoke in a cheerful, melodious voice, "Yes, Kurokocchi?"
Kuroko, like Kise and Akashi, was one of the workers here at this "hellhole", called "Blooming Flowers". It was an expensive brothel where only rich people of all sorts could enjoy the privilege of beautiful, living sex toys.
It was really rare for Kise to speak, so the azure-haired boy felt extremely honoured to be indulged into this teen's singsong voice.
Like a songbird.
Keen, blue eyes silently watched the blonde as he got up with a low groan, his pale skin being exposed to the moonlight streaming into the room. Slowly, he nimbly slipped on his own yukata. It was made of shining golden silk that radiated such a blinding golden hue. A white pearly cloth adorned the entire insides of the clothing. Patterns of lotus plants were sewn intricately on the sparkling yellow fabric. The yukata was cut short at the ankles, so his bleached feet could be seen.
"What is it, Kurokocchi?" Kise asked, his angelic-like voice still tinkering like little chiming bells, giving pleasant prayers to everyone.
"Kise-kun, Haizaki-san has summoned us to his office," the smaller boy said his purpose of coming to his room in his usual quiet monotone voice. He knew that it would reek of the sickening smell, yet he came. It only pleasured those with such strong sexual desires and had to be taken out on the blonde. Kise had to thank Kuroko for making an effort to come to such a place.
"Yes..." Kise then warily stepped out of his room, with Kuroko following soon after like a little dog following its master. The golden-eyed teen knew how much of a danger the boss was. No, really, he was a violent chap, indeed.
The duo walked silently towards the main quarters of their boss. Though it was as noisy as a wet market, the atmosphere around them seemed to be dull with a deafening silence.
Kise had always hated their boss, ever since he came here.
He was the source of all trouble that was caused here.
He was the one who commanded Akashi to buy him at the auction, no matter how much it costed.
He was the root to Kise's hatred and loneliness.
On the way to Kise's dreaded destination, the duo bumped into a red-haired man, with fierce ruby eyes, and was dressed in a crimson red yukata. Red, red, red, that's what you would see only in this person.
Kuroko placed his hands inside each of his baggy sleeves, and leant forward in front of the red being, as a sign of polite greeting to someone in this building. Kise bowed his head and copied Kuroko's actions. The red man did the same thing towards both of them.
"If you're here," the scarlet-haired prostitute started, "I believe you have received Haizaki's summons."
"Indeed, Akashi-kun," Kuroko nodded his head in agreement. Kise only gave a small smile, and then continued walking. He slowly became more tense as the trio neared the sinister-like door. His mind kept screaming at him to turn around and get bak to his room, but he ignored it and kept walking, pushing away all the resistance bestowed upon him by his very mind.
He just wanted this to be quickly done and over with.
"...and so, I would like to commend you three for doing such great jobs," the light-haired boss mentioned as he propped both legs up on the desk before him. "You will get a 20% pay rise in your salary for this month. That is all."
"Thank you, Haizaki-san," all three prostitutes lowered their heavy heads and bent forward.
"You may go. Oh, wait," Haizaki stopped in his tracks of speech. "Kise, please stay here for a few moments; I would like to have a little conversation with you."
The blonde stood still at where he was standing like a stone statue. Akashi patted his right shoulder, signalling that it'll be alright, before turning towards the door.
Kise knew that it wouldn't be alright.
He knew what was coming.
The boss, dressed in a black Western suit, stood up and walked cautiously towards Kise with slow, heavy steps, each one sending invisible taunts towards the blonde prostitute. Once he was standing face-to-face with the still Kise, he swiftly delivered a sharp blow onto his chalky cheeks.
Due to the heavy impact of the slap, the topaz-eyed teen flew sideways and landed with a deafening "thud" on his back. His yellow eyes that were once shining like the sunshine a few minutes ago, were now filled with a blank expression once more. He subconsciously brought a hand to his swelling cheek, which was now glowering with its reddish mark radiating like an angry aura. The prostitute turned his head to face his boss with his everyday blank face.
Others might think he's just fine, no problem. But Haizaki could see his little kitten trembling like a lost dog, while having a hand clutched to his reddened cheek. It was starting to swell up, and that obviously would not be pleasant.
The suit-clad man sauntered his way towards Kise, a menacing smirk on his face. It was so haunting that anyone would have had their living daylights scared out of them. He stood by the blonde's pallid feet, legs slightly apart like a soldier in attention.
"A customer has lodged a complain," he growled like a fierce security watchdog as he watched Kise tardily propping himself up on his elbows, "that you weren't satisfying enough." His sharp slit-like eyes shone with an evil glint.
Knowing the blonde wouldn't reply, Haizaki just walked forward, seeming to let Kise slip between his legs, and straddled the yukata-clad figure on the hips. He forcefully grabbed the blonde by the cheeks and pulled him forward.
"Listen," the light-haired man hissed angrily, "I do not want to hear any more complaints from the customers about you anymore. Got it?"
Kise only closed his eyelids for a few long seconds, before opening them again, as his sign of a "yes".
"Good kitten..."
...
That term that Haizaki had just used to acknowledge Kise made his eyelids flicker in slight shock. His amber orbs that were once dull with nothingness seemed to have a spark of emotion burning inside now.
"... I do not remember you having the rights to call me that," Kise spat out at his boss angrily.
"Oh, but I was the one who asked Akashi to buy you. I have all the rights to do anything I like," Haizaki retorted. "To you." His hand snaked up to Kise's exposed chest and began pinching his little pink nipples.
Kise squirmed about vigorously under Haizaki's monstrous grip in an attempt to break free and escape, but sadly, to no avail. His muscles tingled in fear as the light-haired man gripped his ass tightly, causing sudden pain to shoot up from there. Noticing his obi that kept his yukata together was long undone, the blonde felt a shiver up his spine.
No, no... Don't...!
He had always dreaded those words.
"Dance for me, kitten."
Kise awoke to find himself back in his room. He was naked, scars and all could be seen. Having his right ankle chained back to the heavy iron ball, he sighed and leant against the wall. His silk yukata was messily discarded on the floor about one metre away from him.
He could only distinctly remember a detailed flashback of what happened earlier. His mind was almost blank like a hollow shell.
"..."
As he tried to stand up, his muscles twitched in pain. He gave a low groan and collapsed with a heavy thud on the cemented floor. A burning sensation spread through his entire body like an epidemic. Knowing that any customer might come in soon, he slowly used his hands to push himself up, grabbing his yukata and a nearby bottle of lubricant in the process.
Cold, trembling fingers coated with a milky cream made their way to his entrance as he slowly applied the lubricant on his insides.
It hurt... it hurt like hell... But what could he do?
He'll just have to wait for the next patron and get things over with...
Sighing, he smoothened the wrinkles on his yukata, slipped it on, and tried to stand up on his badly bruised legs, before his knees abruptly gave way, making the blonde wobble and go crashing towards the ground. A sharp sting hit his head, like a crowbar had just made a fatal blow to his head. His breaths were heavy and erratic, his limbs were limp.
Lying there like a living corpse...
His door groaned as it opened slowly due to the hinges. It always did that from time to time, just that he had no money to afford new ones. Footsteps of someone resounded in the tiny room, "tap, tap, tap..."
Kise shut his eyes, expecting the mysterious customer to pull him up by the shoulders and get their... interesting business done and over with.
It had always been that way...
But instead, a familiar deep voice rang through his worn-out eardrums.
"Kise...?"
At that time, having a fuzzy mind, he didn't bother trying to figure out whose voice was it. It was so vaguely and awfully familiar...
He had figured that the stranger would just snap back to the mind of prostitution business and get things done with him...
...until the man walked over to him, grabbed his shoulders tight, and turned him over so that his back was against the icy blade of the cement floor.
"Kise..."
The voice held signs of sorrow, and pain. Kise felt tears welling up in his eyes as an image automatically began to register itself in his mind. No, it can't be...!
"Open your eyes, please! Look at me!"
No, no, no, it can't be true...
The blonde slowly lifted an eyelid.
I thought you had disappeared... forever...
"It's me, Aomine!"
That was it. Tears dribbled down bleached cheeks from sad, amber eyes as Kise looked up at his current patron with bleary eyes.
"Aominecchi..." he whispered, barely audible for everyone to hear.
"Aomine", who had midnight blue hair that showed its blue hue under the pure moonlight beams, cupped the blonde's face with a tanned hand. Crystalline tears erupted in his dark blue irises, dripping onto Kise's quivering face. His thumb lightly traced a fresh wound that had been imprinted on his face like a stamp. The blonde's breath hitched at the warm contact of the tanned man's finger.
"Kise, what... what happened to you...?"
End of Chapter 1
If you've read until here, congratulations! You're a true survivor of my fail!fic! ^^ *thumbs up*
Err, no, I was just kidding. •_•"
So, this is my first yaoi AND M-rated fanfiction posted here, so do R&R ^^ Thanks for reading my fanfiction and I hope I can update soon for you all to read :D Arigatou gozayimasu ^^
I left the part where Haizaki did his stuff with Kise pretty ambiguous so that I can leave everything to your own wild imaginations :3 *pat pat*
See you all soon! ^^