This is the poem that started it all. And i got it from Mayu Shinjo, Sensual Phrase. Requiem
the tide stole you away
abandonment, decay
glass in pieces, washed ashore
too late for salacious confession
your body won't respond anymore
broken
to see but not believe
beg one more chance,
please don't leave
baptizing your corpse
my tears on your bed
your blood was my blood
he could have taken me instead
no, my love
becomes the blossoms
that blanket you
this song, a requiem
to celebrate the dead
Chapter 1 The Day of Broken Little Blue Eyes
The room was dark, and had the slight smells of mildew and dirt. It was a room where life did not thrive. Where things shriveled and died from lack of light and oxygen. There was a steady drip-drop, that broke the silence of the room. This was a room of death and misery. A crumpled figure in the middle of the desolate room shattered the all encompassing motif of the room.
The figure sat hunched, curled into itself, slowly swaying from side to side. Wounds in varying stages of healing adorned the figures body. While a barbed wire collar was secured tightly around the figure's neck. Attached to the collar was a three foot cable, that was welded to a pin that was stuck in the dirt floor, underneath the figure.
As the door opened letting in a muted glow of light from the candle that was coming into the room. The figure stopped swaying and lifted their head fractionally to pear at the man that was coming into the room.
His shoulders almost touched the sides of the doorway , and he had to slightly duck to enter the dank room. Two other men strode in although not nearly as intimidating as the as the first.
All three men glanced around the room, then settled their hawk-like gazes on the chained figure gazing back at them.
"Here she is 'Daddy's little princess'. She's 10 years old, 4"9', and weighs about 95 pounds. Black hair, blue eyes. Is that everything you specified, sir?" The tallest man asked while turning to the man on his left.
"Yes, she will be perfect. May we now have some alone time with her? We want to get better acquainted with her."
The first man gave a nod of approval, and strode back through the door, shutting it quietly.
The man on the left took a few steps closer to the girl while the man on the right slowly unbuttoned his shirt."So your daddy's little princess. Don't worry we won't hurt you...much. Just don't close your eyes, and we won't have any problems." The man on the left sweetly told her, "We only want a few hours with you," he gently placed his palm on her cheek and lifted her face. Her hair fell away, giving him an unobscured view of her.
"My goodness. Look what we have here, Takei."
"Look at what, Watanabe. She's just covered with bruises."
"No, look at her eyes."
"Are those...Can a person have that color?"
"And to think Takei, you almost didn't want to come tonight."
"Leave it be already, Watanabe. I already told you that girls aren't my type. If it weren't for the older brother being incapacitated, I wouldn't be here."
The girl on the ground gasped quietly, causing the two men to bring their attention back to her.
"I'll sit this one out. Make it worth my time to watch this , though, Watanabe, and i mean it this time."