Chapter One: Chase the Morning

WARNING: HINTS OFPedophilia

Darkness. The boy was raised in darkness. He only knew two locations in his whole entire life. The cage where his parents sold tickets for people to observe his every movement and that pitch black room where a young man would treat him if he was injured by one of the audiences and also when his asthma would act up.

The only light he ever witness was the flashing of cameras. That cost extra the boy came to acknowledge. Every time one of his spectators began to pull out a device to capture a snapshot of him the man that called himself his father would step in and whisper something quietly in their ear. They would nod and either hand him a large amount of cash or place their device back into their bag.

The boy was bare naked. His parents saw no need to grant him clothes and many of their costumers rather enjoyed engulfing the sight of his creamy clear skin. He simply had to sit cress-cross and it aroused the sickest of people. Of course because he was nude everyone could clearly see he was a male. His silver hair was below shoulder length and his face resembled much of a female. In short, he was beautiful. Even his mother envied his appearance. When his father was closing up the show he would sometimes turn to the younger with hungry eyes, but fought the urge to pounce.

If the boy was being completely honest with himself none of this really bothered him. There was only one thing he truly loathed. When the cage open. That was the sign for him to huddle and hide. Not that it matter. The bars kept him concealed, but that didn't stop him. He would run around for hours dodging his predator. Desperately trying to avoid any contact, ignoring the laughter it brought those beast. Despite his effort it was always pointless. His legs would either give out or he would get cornered. Then the predator, which was always the opposite sex, would creep over embrace the child. A cloud of smoke would consume the cage. In the state of bring a tiny vermin he would huddle to the darkest part of the area. The flashed would blind him and the predator would laugh hysterically. When it was all over, the boy would cradle himself into a tight hold and allow his tears to fog up his amethyst eyes.

"Yuki"

The voice was a low murmur. He could have sworn he was still sleeping.

"Yuki, wake up. That's an order."

Forcing himself to open his eyes he realized it was his mother crouching beside him.

"Mum?"

Her eyes contained no emotion as she helped him to his feet. Behind her was his father. He was holding a slick lavender robe with cherry blooms laced into the fabric.

"He stinks." She stated coldly rising to her feet. "I'll inform Akito he will arrive in few moments. For now get that stench off him and be sure his appearances is fitted for presentation."

"Mhm." was all his father's replied as she disappeared from sight. He out-stretched a hand to the boy which Yuki stared in baffle.

The man sighed." Yuki. Today you are meeting a very important guest and we need to get you fixed up. Do you understand?"

Yuki didn't but nodded and clasped the hand.

Yuki was taken to a tiny bathroom. His father scrubbed every inch of his skin with soap that gave off a fresh fruity sent. The water felt nice to Yuki. The way the hot water ran down his back and through his hair made him feel somewhat human. Afterwards his father rubbed him down with a towel until he was completely dried. Next, the man fought with Yuki's hair to purge it of all its tangles. After his success he tighten the hair into a ponytail and dressed the boy into the elegant kimono.

Everything was silent for a moment as he simply stared at Yuki.

"You're very beautiful, son. You know that?"

Yuki looked down to his feet. He hated those eyes his father gave him. His innocents couldn't comprehend the lust he gave off. The elder placed a firm grip on the frail shoulders of his child and pulled him closer. Their foreheads collided as his father brushed his nose past Yuki's.

"Hisme. Don't"

The man looked up to his wife leaning on the hollow door with her arms crossed. "She's waiting."

Nodding he rose and escorted Yuki the visitor.

Just like the other room, it was pitch black with not a hint of light.

"Akito." His mother spoke out. "I've brought him to you."

Peering from the shadows a figure appeared before Yuki's eyes. They wore a dark suit that clung to their body. "Leave us." The voice was masculine and cold but Yuki knew.

His parents bowed their heads leaving without another word. The figure strode across the room making their way towards him. Their hair resembled the way a man would have it. Short, black hair framing their face just below their neck. Their bangs fell below their forehead, capable of hiding their dark onyx eyes if their head was tilted in a certain angle. An aspect of the front hair was longer than those in the back on both the right and left side. On a first impression, many would call this figure a male but Yuki knew. This was a woman. Her suit clearly showed off her curves and her movements were too graceful for a man. She appeared to be an adolescent. Despite her age, it was clear she was someone import the way his parents acted towards her.

Finally reaching her destination she stooped down eye level to the boy.

Her hand met his cheek as she began caressing it. Yuki shivered at the sudden icy contact. "Yuki? Is your name Yuki?"

The woman didn't give him time to answer as she went on. "I saw you at the show. Those people were quite horrible to you weren't they?"

She knew she struck a nerve when he flinched at the mention of the audience. Her lips formed into a warm smile. "You know I wanted to meet you, Yuki. I want something real to cling to."

Yuki stared straight into the woman's face. Her eyes only contained softness, something his mother never displayed.

"In you is a world of promise. We have both been kept in bondage."

"Who…" Yuki muttered but not having enough courage to finish his question. She chuckled continuing to stroke his chubby cheek. "Do you know the story of the Chinese zodiac?"

He bobbed his head up and down. "Well at a least they did that." She spate thinking of the boy's caretakers. "How do I put this…just like the story I'm the god that invited all the animals to the banquet. I am also the head of the Sohma family. That's our family, Yuki." Her hand directed down his back and began playing with the tied up hair. "Yuki can you tell me what happen when a girl hugs you?"

"I turn into a rat."

She chuckled once more. "And can you remember which animal is the closest to God?"

"…the rat…"

"Preciously. So that makes you the closest to me."

Yuki's eyes became wide. "Does that mean there are others like me?"

She nodded. "There are. I've came to take you to them."

"I'm leaving?" his voice was full of hope.

Akito rose taking Yuki in her arms. "Let's go home, my precious."

Yuki didn't have anything to take with him. He was given nothing, and left with nothing. His parents watched as their jewel of freaks was taken away by God. Akito sneered them a goodbye and led Yuki into the obscure extensive limo.

Akito guided Yuki into her lap and began stroking his hair. "The first thing we'll do when we arrive is give you a haircut, love. Kureno take us home."

The driver nodded and started the engine. Yuki saw the reflection of his former resident. Watching his past life of cages disappear before his eyes.

Maybe now he could chase the morning rather than yield for nothing.

He should have known better.

Happy Birthday MissJuliaDucky! This is simply the first chapter of this twisted story. Instead of cake I grant you a pervert all over my Yuki.

Honestly this chapter took a long time to write since I had planned to go in a different direction that had many time skips. But I hated how it sounded and settle with this. Each chapter will contain lyrics from the musical Repo! The Genetic Opera. I have never seen it but I read the summary of it and love all the songs. I promise each chapter will get better as it continues. So Write now ENJOY!