Hello! This is my very first fanfiction so please tell me what you guys think!

Anyways I hope you like this story. Basically I brought a giant load of angst, torture, and yaoi and smashed them together to form this fanfic xD. I've always shipped Gratsu and started shipping the moment I laid eyes on them in the first few episodes of the anime. And immediately I knew I had to write a fanfic based on them...Please rate and review so I can update faster and I'll be shoooo happy! I'd love to see what you guys think about my first fanfiction.

Warning: Contains swearing, yaoi, rape, torture, blood, lemons and very angsty characters. Side effects may lead to depression, bloody nose, and tears. Please proceed cautiously...

Blood.

There was too much of it. All around him. All over him. All over the sharp point of the knife...and on his hand which held it.

The young raven-haired boy loosened his shaky grip on the small dagger and watched as it dropped into the puddle of red in front of him. He let out a shaky gasp, then groaned in horror.

No. This isn't real. It's just a nightmare. Mom and dad will...they will… Gray sobbed loudly as he found his parent's body lying amidst the splatters of blood; their arms flailed in their last seconds of panic, eyes still wide open in terror. However, they were still. Still like statues.

"Mom...dad…" Gray whispered.

He dragged himself forward on the slick floor, his eyes only fixated on their faces. He extended one arm to touch their cheek, leaving a smudge of blood on their pale lifeless complexion. They were cold as ice.

Finally, the inevitable truth him like a hammer—his parents were dead. Killed.

Without even realizing it, a blood-curdling scream escaped out of the young boy, filling the empty room and echoing off the walls. Tears poured out of the corners of his eyes. He felt his throat run hoarse but he continued screaming until a rough hand clamped around his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

"Mmmffht!" Gray gasped in surprise.

"Hey lookie what we got here." a heavily accented and deep voice said from behind him. "A little murderer, huh?"

Gray tried to protest through the firm grip but could only let out a muffled reply. He struggled against the firm grip and tried to pry the guy's hand off of his mouth, but another pair of hands grabbed onto his wrist and twisted it behind his back, slamming Gray down onto the ground so that he was now lying on his stomach. Then they proceeded to quickly fasten a handkerchief gag in his mouth.

"Ain't this boy a feisty little brat." the other man chuckled evilly once he was done tying. Out of the corner of Gray's eyes, he could see that one man was large and burly with a bald head and heavy black eyebrows and mustache. The other man was more skinny and tall, like a scarecrow, with orange hair and sunglasses. A mean smirk was plastered on his face.

"Hey boss, what do you think we should do with him? I mean...he did kill." the orange-haired asked, then scanned the area, his eyes finally resting on the dead bodies. "Let's take him somewhere else. All this blood is making me queasy."

Gray felt himself being hoisted up and started thrashing violently, kicking hard with his legs. He won't let these men take him away from his parents. He wanted a proper burial for them. His foot made contact with someone's face and the grip on him loosened, but not entirely.

"Fuck!" the mustache man cried in surprise. It brought Gray some satisfaction, if only a little, that he was still able to fight back in such a situation. However, that was cut short as a hard fist smashed into his right cheek, hitting his jaw bone hard. Pain flared up and Gray's head was jerked to the side. He could feel a loud ringing in his head. Spots danced in front of his eyes. One more of those punches and I'd be unconscious for sure, he thought.

He slowly lifted his head back up and felt a thin trickle of blood run from his nose.

"We need to teach this crappy brat a lesson, huh, boss?" orange asked, putting one knee on gray's back so he couldn't struggle or run away.

"Boss" got up and rubbed his nose from where he got hit by Gray's foot. "Yes we do. How old is he right now, huh? Eight? Nine?"

Orange chuckled once more. "I know what you're thinking boss. Such an innocent young body. We'd be honored to be the first to help him lose his virginity at such a young age." he rubbed his hands together in a "I can't wait" gesture.

By now, Gray's mind was a jumble of confusion and thoughts. He couldn't understand what they were talking about, or what they were planning to do, but it filled Gray with terror. It couldn't be good. Besides that, he could still see the lifeless bodies right before his eyes, which left him numb and thoughtless.

Boss was speaking now, "Heh. Great idea. Now to think of it, it has been a long time since I fucked someone real hard. After we do so, we can just toss him aside or something. He'd be a little slut by then—"

"No, boss, we could sell him or something. Betcha we'll get lots of money from this kid."

"Ha! I like you're thinking."

Before Gray knew what was going on, they grabbed him on the side and flipped him around so that now he was facing the two men. He knew struggling was useless but still he kicked out, shouting muffled noises. He could only hope that his neighbors or some passerby would notice something was wrong and come to see what's going on. However, his mind went blank when the orange-haired guy reached out and started unzipping Gray's pants.

"Nngh!" Gray protested through the gag, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. Why are they taking off my pants? What are they trying to do to me? Orange slid Gray's pants off and untangled it from his thrashing legs, then proceeded to take off Gray's boxers, much to his horror.

Feeling vulnerable, he quickly tried to cross his legs but was forcefully pried open again by Orange, who held up his legs far apart from each other. He and Boss stared down at the view with amusement and lust in their eyes.

"Mmm. So tasty. I can't wait." Orange sighed, licking his lips. "I never knew young boys could be even better than little girls."

"Damn it, hurry up before someone finds us!" Boss exclaimed.

Gray could feel his face turning red by now, his whole body heating up in embarrassment. Nothing like this had ever happened before and he couldn't understand why they would pay such close attention to that part of his body. His attention was suddenly reverted back to Orange when he heard another zipper sound and then stared as he positioned his large dick in front of Gray's butt. It was almost about four times as large as his tiny one. "Sorry kid," Orange said, giddy with excitement. "But we're not gonna do any preparations on ya. In fact, I don't think you even know what that means. Well, you've been warned, kid. This is gonna hurt…"

Gray could suddenly feel something pressed up against his hole and tensed up as he realized what it was. W-what…? Is this physically possible?

"A lot."

Orange grabbed Gray by his tiny hip and suddenly moved forward, shoving his dick completely into the unprepared young boy's anus. Gray's eyes widened in complete shock as he felt the large thing inside him, pressed against him, tearing his insides and breaking his flesh.

"MMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHH!" Gray let out the loudest scream he could muster behind his gag as he felt the worst pain he had ever endured dawn upon him. It felt like someone was forcefully trying to dig a hole through him, drilling his insides.

"Damn it, he's too loud!" Gray then felt Boss' hand clamp around his gagged mouth again, quieting him down. "Seriously, we don't want to attract attention, you bastard."

Orange went faster, moving in and out in and out in and out in and out over and over again, shredding him. He could feel blood trickling down his thighs.

Gray was going in and out of consciousness, his mind shutting down to relieve him from the pain he was now receiving. Orange brought the thing out again completely, and then slammed it in full force with all his strength. Gray felt his body jerk but was too weak and in pain to make any noise. His firm grip dug into Gray's flesh, and he was sure it would leave bruises later on.

It felt like forever and Gray, in fact, couldn't care less at this point about what's going to happen next and what his frail body was going through. He couldn't care less about his own dead parents. He couldn't care less about his own blood mingling with those that are already dead. The only thing he wanted was to make this pain stop, even if it meant death, right then and there...

"Boss, I think you should stop now."

"But I just got started. You idiot took too much time with him in the beginning. You should've left some for me before he went unconscious."

"Hey boss. If you continue he might actually die, you know. He doesn't look too good right now. We won't be able to sell him that way."

"Hm...you're right. Come on, help me lift him up. I know a good Dragneel family who would pay a good sum of money for an orphaned slave like him."

(10 years later)

"Hurry up, you bastards! At this rate there'd be no food for any of you tonight and I'll report this to Master Dragneel!" the whip was brought down and hit the floor with a loud bang and woosh that immediately set the slaves to work, faster than before.

Gray looked up irritatedly and wiped the sweat off his brow. It had already been eight years. Ten agonizing years since that day his parents had died and he had been forcibly raped by those two men. Remembering that day brought him a cold chill that wouldn't settle, and he felt his mind fuming with anger. After he had lost consciousness they had dragged him to their house, did a last fucking, and immediately sold him to the rich Dragneel family the very next day to work as a slave. They didn't even care that he was eight. Over here, no one cared. You can see slaves ranging from as young as six to as old as sixty. After seventy, they kill you, because you're useless and wouldn't be able to work, and they obviously wouldn't give free food without labor. It was rare for any slave to survive until seventy.

When he had arrived as a slave there was no one to assist him. It was adapt to the new environment or get punished to death. Simple as that. Gray had adapted, and fast. In those eight years he had gained much scars from all the whipping and beatings he had received, even though he tried his best. No one was perfect.

However, he also made friends as well in this pitiful crowd of orphaned slaves. Erza, Lyon, Wendy, Levy, Mirajane, Gajeel…except Wendy, the young girl was only six when she first arrived, died of infection after just two weeks of joining. The men had mercilessly whipped her just because she saved a tiny slice of bread from breakfast to share with everyone else.

They were evil. They were cruel. They showed no pity for the disabled, the young, and the old. But it's not like Gray could do anything. Any tiny acts of rebellion in this place and you'd immediately be put to death, if not after forced interrogation and torture. Everyday was agonizing for him to watch the helpless get beaten up, but he always forced himself to bear with the physical and psychological pain. After all these years, the pain still have never gone away.

"Hey, Gray." the dull voice spoke next to him. Gray turned to see Erza set down her large load of sacks onto the ground next to his own load. She looked tired and hungry, much like everyone else here.

"Erza." Gray said. Over here, no one showed much emotion while greeting, because you never know when that person is going to die. Better to not get closely attached to them than to watch the people closest to you get hurt brutally. However, Gray still managed to hold a friendly relation with all of his friends.

"How you managing?" she asked.

"Good. Or at least, it's bearable for now. At least they're still feeding us. How 'bout you? Doing okay?"

She hesitated for a second. "...Yeah, I'm fine, I guess. Just the occasional whipping or so. Hey, listen. And don't talk loudly."

Gray blinked. "O-okay?"

"I heard from Gajeel that some of the slaves are planning a revolt. I don't know how many people are involved but I do know that Gajeel is part of it, and so is Levy. It seems like it's going to happen soon."

"W-what?!" Gray exclaimed, who was quickly shushed by an agitated Erza.

"Don't they know the risks?" Gray started again, making sure to whisper quietly. "They have armed weapons and what do we have...pitchforks? This is stupid. They're only gonna get themselves killed, like all the revolts that happened before. Tell Gajeel to stop whatever he's planning immediately."

Erza sighed. "It's not that easy to just tell them to stop. This time they think they can really succeed, and they already have a plan."

"Then why didn't they tell me earlier? Why keep me out of this—"

"It's 'because everyone knows you're reaction. We all know you're going to strongly oppose this decision, Gray. That's why we didn't tell you until near the end."

Gray glared at Erza, trying to convey his unwillingness, but she glared back even more harshly. Finally, Gray backed down.

"Whatever. I don't care what they're going to do, but I'm just saying I'm not part of any of it." Gray gave a final response, then turned and walked away to continue working.

As Gray headed to the large warehouse shed to unload more sacks and heavy barrels, he felt a tension in his chest that wasn't before. Thoughts raced in his mind as he thought of what Erza had just told him. It's pretty obvious this daily routine thing he's doing won't last for long—the problem is if the rebellion ends well or not. Many lives will be lost either way, wether it's the slaves' or the slave-masters.

Gray was so deep in thought that as he lugged the large sack out of the warehouse, he crashed into a large figure in front of him so hard that they both lost their footing and fell onto the ground. The large sack in Gray's hand went loose and crashed into the man's head.

In a daze, Gray quickly scrambled up to his feet and grabbed the sack. Knowing that he had just possibly injured a slave master filled him with dread, and his heart started thumping ferociously. He'd likely get a harsh punishment from this, and if the damage was great enough, he could even get killed.

"I-I'm sorry!" Gray stammered, quickly apologizing and kneeled down to help the slave master up. "I wasn't looking at where I was going. It wasn't on purpose, I swear!"

The master looked up and his gaze was filled with annoyance and pure anger. Gray immediately knew it wasn't going to end well. With a forceful tug, the master grabbed onto Gray's tattered shirt collar and pulled him close so that they were face to face.

"You….a slave….bumped into me, a master, and dropped his sack onto my head. Do you know the consequences you'll face? I was already having a bad day when you stumbled into me, and gave me all these new scrapes and bruises. You're not going to get away that easily, you brat."

"I-I understand." Gray said, as the slave master grabbed Gray by the wrist and pulled his ragged shirt off, revealing his muscular but thin frame. Gray tried to fight it, but quickly stopped when he realized fighting was no use and he'll only get punished more harshly if he continued.

With a harsh shove, he was pushed onto the ground, the uneven gravel digging into his bare flesh. A knee dug into his stomach as he laid there face-up staring in fear at the slave master's face, which was looming above his own.

The slave master frowned and then lifted one rough fist, quickly slamming it into Gray's jaw. His head snapped to the side with a horrible crunch and black spots danced in front of his eyes. He laid there panting, trying to catch his breath as he lifted one hand to touch his cheek, which already felt swollen.

Before he could prepare himself anymore, another fist collided against his bare chest. Gray couldn't breathe for a moment and could only lie there eyes widened in shock. Another fist against his right temple. One angry fist to his side. Gray wasn't sure but he felt his rib bones shift and it brought a strike of agony. Another punch. Gray turned and spit out blood onto the ground. Panting and throbbing, Gray closed his eyes awaiting the next wave of agony.

"Stop!" a firm voice called from somewhere above. Gray's ears were ringing painfully and his head was buzzing so it took awhile for him to realize someone had intercepted. Slowly, the slave master got off of Gray reluctantly, but not before digging his knees deeper into Gray's gut, bringing out another groan from the helpless boy.

As the slave master got to his feet, Gray looked up at the newcomer and was taken aback to see that it was none other than the young master of the Dragneel family, Natsu Dragneel. He was wearing a nice clean long-sleeved button up shirt and pants and his striped scarf, which he always wore no matter the season. His messy salmon-colored hair stuck up everywhere, even though the rest of his attire was proper. However, today a cotton bandage was plastered on his right cheek.

"N-Natsu Sama!" the slave master quickly stammered and bowed his head.

Gray stared at Natsu Dragneel in disbelief and he stared back at Gray. A flash of recognition crossed his face as he took in the figure sprawled on the ground.

"Gray…?"

So what do you guys think? Haha I'm srry I probably have a ton of mistakes and stuff and it's probably really cheesy but still...gomenasai about dat rape scene. I DID warn you.

The next chapters will get more and more intense later on. Remember to review!