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Xigbar was a U.S.A.F. pilot, he had been shot down and survived his third tour. He was now a cop, who in his free time loved changing lifes, though most didn't know it due to his tough exterior. He was involved with local community centers and helped homeless get off the streets. He also loved hookers. Male hookers to be exact. He always paid them too much because of his bleeding heart. The brunette always hated seeing people like that but he did nothing. Until one day, he met him. The boy looked no older then eighteen. His silver-blue hair was short in back and the right side of his bangs was past his chin. Only the left side side of his face was visible. Something told the man the right was probably bruised and beaten from dealing with, if he had one, a pimp. He wore a red skin tight glimmering shirt and extremely short leather shorts. He also had fish nets and knee high red leather heeled boots. The scarred man pulled up near him. The boy walked up to the window and stared at the man waiting for an offer.
"How much for the whole deal?" He asked before he could stop himself.
"Three fifty." He said, like it was nothing new.
"Get in." The boy opened the door, sat down, and closed it. Every moment, the vetern watched him. He was so young. How could this have happened to him? Xigbar began driving. He wasn't actually going to do this boy. He wanted to save him. He drove to his house and parked in the drive way.
"Here?"
"No. I want to know somethings. Do you have a pimp?"
"...Yes..."
"Is that why you hide your face? He hits ya?"
"Look. Can we get on with this? He'll be pretty pissed if I go off somewhere and not bring him back money."
"You ain't going back." The boy's visible eye showed fear. "You ain't going back because I want to know his name. Then he'll rot in jail..."
"I'm not saying a word."
"Fine then. I'll send ya back with no money."
"Grrr... Fine..." The boy told the Xigbar everything. First his pimp's name, which led to his name. That led to his story. How he was thrown on the streets by his drunk of a dad when he was thirteen and was found by his now pimp and put on the streets instantly. How, if he doesn't make at least a grand, he will be beaten. He started to do something he hadn't in years. Cry. The bluenette leaned against the older man, tearing pouring down his cheeks. The golden eyed man rubbed the kid's back.
"Listen, kid. I will leave you out of everything. All the reports. I'll say I got an anomymous tip. On one condition," The boy looked up. "You be with me. I know this is all so sudden but-" The boy, whose name was Zexion, hugged him tightly.
"Yes! I've been waiting for my way out since I got in!" The tears on his face were now of joy. He led Zexion into his home, where he moved in, started a relationship with the brunette, and became his. Xigbar went back to work the next day and filed the report. The pimp was brought to justice and sentenced to twenty five years. Zexion's name was never mentioned. The boy even began working at the community centers. Where he started programs for hookers to get off the streets. His love for Xigbar changed his life. The boy, now a man, calls his hero, My Prince.