The story...will probably be very controversial. Mainly because it hosts Nazis. KuroNazi, to be exact. and FaiHomo, whose going to be sent to a concentration camp, because Homosexuals were caught during WW2 and put into camps. I didn't want to make him Jewish-- because that would make it even more controversial, --and I thought it was a lil' morbid-- with the whole NaziJew thing going on. *curls up into a tiny ball* Please don't hurt me! ; ^ ; Please excuse my German-- it may not be the best. ( Also, I have nothing against Homosexuals, --or I wouldn't be writing this--, Germans, The Jewish population, and etc. ) And-- on a last note-- I. Don't. Own. Kurogane. Or Fai. Or any other characters that belong to CLAMP, and may appear in this here story. o3o M'kaaaaaaaaaaay? M'kay. And-- as a last LAST note, I love revieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeews~!

They were herded, treated like rodents. Emaciated, bald, stripped of all belongings-- but one. A young blonde, who couldn't have been older than 16. The Reichsleiter, the Führer's right-hand man, gave special orders to leave that one be, for obvious reasons. The child was perfect-- pale, flushed face, perfect golden hair. Dazzling blue eyes that shone with pure innocence. A perfect toy. The Nazi Soldiers were given orders to treat the boy different. They were to feed him extra rations-- to help him keep that perfect body. He was allowed to keep his hair, which touched his shoulders, and framed his face perfectly, like an angel. His hair was the only thing they allowed him to keep, though. He wasn't allowed to take his belongings with him, his family-- who weren't homosexual, like himself-- were left behind, disgusted after they found out what their son really was. His perfect white skin was tainted with dirt, and his name was taken. Replaced with a number, which was tattooed onto his arm, it reading, 645874. He had only been in the camp for 7 days, which felt more like a millennium. He never talked to anybody in their camp, but when he did, his voice sounded broken. As if he were going to cry at any minute. He was assigned to a cramped bunker, which was cold, and overcrowded. People died everyday, sicknesses spreading like the black plague. He was hoping that his death would come soon, so he wouldn't have to hear the young children crying, and smell the stench from the next camp over, which was where they kept Gypsies.

They were next to a medium-sized camp, which held women and children-- all Gypsies, or of Gypsy affiliation. He went to the fence every morning and night to catch a peek of a young boy, whose name was Yuui. His hair was dirty blonde, which was slowly starting to grow back-- unbeknowist to the Nazis, and his eyes were a dark blue. Fai talked to the boy every day, his voice sounding rich when he did so. Yuui's eyes would fill with wonder, and it'd be just them, the fence was gone, they were just two friends sharing a perfectly normal conversation. They were in their own world, when together. And every day, Fai would take his rations to the young boy, who was almost thin enough to step through one of the many holes in the fence.

Today, however, when Fai went to visit his little friend. his spot was replaced by a tall, black-haired man. He stood for a second-- before approaching the man slowly. A closer look at the soldier proved his suspicions. It was the Reichsleiter. He gulped, looking up at the Nazi with wary eyes. The soldier was surveying the area, walking back and forth along the fence cautiously. Fai looked past him, and into the next camp, catching sight of Yuui, who was a bit away-- receiving his rations. Fai sighed from relief, the boy hadn't been caught. He took a step back, planning to head back to his bunker, but he accidentally tripped over a rock, sending him tumbling backwards with an 'oomph'.

Unfortunately, the Reichsleiter heard, and turned around to see who had disturbed his 'investigation'. And upon seeing that it was a prisoner, and not a soldier-- well, it set him off...badly. The soldier walked over to the prisoner, and gripped him by the collar of his striped outfit-- lifting the young prisoner up to meet his eyes, ( Which were strikingly red ), the blonde squirmed slightly-- his dirty hands gripping the others', in a sad attempt to get him to release his grip. He watched as those red eyes turned their attention to his hair-- which bounced slightly, being in messy waves. The soldier's expression softened slightly, seeing as this wasn't just any prisoner. It was Fai. He placed the man back on his feet, looking around as he analyzed the area, before turning back to the prisoner.

"Look Sharp!" The man told him, taking his face in his hands, and wiping off a speck of dirt with his thumb.

The blonde stiffened at the man's tone, a common characteristic of the soldiers. He took a sharp intake of breath at the man's gesture, however. This, was not one of the things that the guards normally did. They hit them, smacked them on a regular basis, but gentle caresses, and gestures? No. Never. The soldiers found it disgusting. Revolting. And now, he was being treated so kindly, by the Führer's right-hand man, no less! He wanted so much to lean into the touch, and imagine it to be the comforting touch of a friend, or relative. But he, too, found it disgusting, how such an evil man could act so...human.

"Folgen Sie mir." The soldier stood straight up, walking a few steps, then snapping his fingers to indicate that the blonde needed to follow, at first the prisoner had no idea what he meant.

"Come on!" He repeated, now in a sharper tone than before. The blonde straightened up immediately, his eyes facing the ground as he followed behind the Reichsleiter. Every now and then, the small teen would look up to steal a glance at the soldier-- whose tanned skin, black, spiky, hair, and red eyes, told that he was different from the others. Possibly Japanese. The blonde spotted a small cut on his uniform, on the sleeve, which revealed a tiny scrape on his arm. The blonde briefly wondered how he'd gotten it, interrupted, as the soldier in front of him stopped.

He looked up, stopping also. The Nazi Mess Hall? He thought, What am I doing here? He asked himself, gulping. Maybe they had recently developed a habit of eating little shrimps like him! He shuddered slightly; shaking the thought from his mind. The Reichsleiter cleared his throat, as if to interrupt the blonde's thoughts.

"Go." The Nazi said, as another soldier opened the door; hesitant to the idea of a Homosexual in his eating area. The Reichsleiter let Fai go in first, wanting to make sure that the blonde would actually go in. Once inside, the blonde saw several uniformed men, all sitting at a ( surprisingly ) clean, wooden table. He felt a frown tug at his lips, but urged an uncaring expression onto his face. The Reichsleiter walked over to the table, his boots stomping against the floor, almost as a threat. He pulled out a chair, "Sitzen, Sit." He said-- translating the word after remembering that the blonde had come from somewhere in Russia, and was not fluent in German.

Fai hesitantly walked over to the table; his legs felt wobbly, and when he took a seat, his head started feeling light. He suppressed an exhausted moan, trying not to show any pain to the men before him, who were the whole reason that he was there, and not home. With his loving family. The Reichsleiter took a seat across from him, at the other end of the table. He lifted his head, bringing on the wraith of a head-ache, in doing so.

"Fai." One man spoke, and he didn't bother to turn his head, he didn't even think he would've if he'd wanted to. Maybe this was all some kind of illusion. And he was really in those famed gas chambers. He closed his eyes, trying to find some way to break the illusion-- but when he opened them again, he could still see the three men, all staring at him curiously.

"Fai." The man spoke, again. His voice was plagued with a German accent, something he used to admire, before the war had started. He blinked, before finally turning to the man, he had to respond. He couldn't look sick. Or...They might send him to Auschwitz. He shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself. He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped-- he had nothing to say to this man. Nothing that couldn't get him killed, that is. "Are you deaf?" The voice spoke again, an icy laugh following the words, as if he took pleasure in finding that the prisoner was scared.

"Yes, sir?" He asked, responding to the man's early sayings of his name, however, the man thought that he was responding to the last question asked. And a roar of laughter echoed throughout the small room. The blonde stammered, flushing, "N-no, I--"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" The room quickly turned to silence. Everyone looked down at the table, ashamed that they had been acting like children. The Reichsleiter sighed, rubbing his temples, "Jesus. Get the hell out. All of you!" He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of chairs creaking as everyone stood up, and left. Leaving only the blonde, and the Reichsleiter, who opened his eyes at hearing the door close. He turned to the blonde, who was slumped down in his seat, trying to hide from the fear he was feeling.

"Fai," He paused for a moment, glancing up at the prisoner, whose dizzyness was leaving him. "Fai, am I right?" He asked the blonde, who nodded quickly. "Yes, Reichsleiter, sir." He said, almost tripping over his words as he quickly replied to the man.

"Hm. Do you know why you've been treated differently? Why you're here? In this room?"

"No, Reichsleiter, sir."

"Well--," He paused for a second, "Drop the sir," He commanded, earning a, "Yes, Reichsleiter." In return. He sighed, again rubbing his temples. He looked down at a pile of papers infront of him. Special orders, which were given to him, by Adolf Hitler, himself. The great Chancellor. The Führer. He was given special orders to keep the young blonde infront of him, safe, clean, and healthy. This had been his first time meeting the blonde-- he had been through several other camps, searching for the blonde, before finally finding him here, in this camp. He sighed again, looking up at the blonde. He was a little healthy, the Nazis of the camp must have received special orders, also. The prisoner was a little dirty, dirt specks showing up in his hair, and his face. Dirt that was unable to be taken off with the cold water that had been supplied to him. And as for safe...well, he was in a concentration camp. He wasn't safe at all.

"Fai," He continued, "The Führer, he'd seen one of your pictures in the paper, being loaded onto one of the boxcars-- He's developed an interest in you, and it's my job to keep you safe, and healthy, until he arrives to pick you up." The Reichsleiter saw the instant signs of dread on the blonde's face.

'The Führer? Seriously? He wants me?' Fai was repulsed by the thought of living in the Chancellor's home, and he shuddered. His actions, however, betrayed his thoughts, "Yes, Reichsleiter." He said, feeling his voice crack as he finished his sentence. He wasn't going to cry infront of this man-- not one who had killed so many people. Not one that would get a sick kind of joy at seeing the tears fall from his face. He felt his eyes burn, and his throat go dry. He swallowed;

"Oi! Stoppen! You should be honored!" He said, standing up quickly to walk to the blonde. He felt uncomfortable with him crying-- he had no idea how to handle tears, he had never shed them, himself! "Your posture sucks," He added, causing the prisoner to stiffen, and straighten up. He knelt down and put his hand under the younger man's chin, lifting his head softly, "Oi." He said, the blonde's blue orbs quivered, trying to focus on anything but the soldier.

The man scoffed, releasing his hold on the other. He decided to ignore the man's attempt to prevent himself from crying, as he continued, "Now-- You shall live in your regular bunker, but every morning, and before you go to bed, you are to come down here to speak with me. To receive news on the trip, and etc. If you are late, you will be punished." He turned to look at the blonde with an icy stare. He turned back to a poster on the wall, stomping across to it, "When you come here, you shall also bathe, and receive your meal. You are to start tomorrow. All punishments shall be effective immediately." He paused, finding nothing more to say. "You are dismissed. Gehen."

He waved the blonde away, who scurried out of the small building. He returned to his crowded bunker, and to his dirty 'bed', which was stained with tears from past prisoners, and now, with his own.

Yea...It's 1AM. I'm tired, crazy, and I can't think straight. So the ending is very suck-ish. Review, still? Please? A Reichsleiter, ( Kurogane ), Is the right-hand man of the Fuhrer. Yea-- Im deleting the German, *flops onto back* It's way too frustrating! :P