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Well what can I say I've been inspired my the enthusiasm you all have shown for this story Updates won't always be so quick to come out but these have been writing themselves.

*NOTE: Harry doesn't know his name he will refer to himself as freak and yes he will be named by Toguro this chapter.

He was a freak. An unnatural abomination, as were his parents before him. A hideous scar on a beautiful normal world. Aunt Tuney had told him so, And he believed every word.

Aunt Tuney said freaks didn't have names. He didn't have a name. Aunt Tuney said freaks didn't get to eat at the table. He didn't eat at the table, he ate scraps in the corner. Aunt Tuney said only boy freaks look pretty instead of handsome like her 'Dudders'. He didn't look like Dudders.

Yes he was a freak. An abomination. Fated to be unwanted, unloved. Hated where ever he went. He was blessed that they had given him Dudley's cast offs, their food which could be used to nourish their darling Dudders, and given the cupboard under the stairs to stay in. He was so blessed.

But he was ungrateful. He didn't know how but that's what Aunt Tuney said. Uncle Vernon agreed with her and tried to fix his ungratefulness by hitting him. It didn't work. Somehow he was still ungrateful.

Finally they had enough of freak. Aunt Tuney told him that if he went and got himself killed she'd be happy with him. That he would be doing the right thing to rid the world of his freakishness. Then she told him how. He would go to the park and stay there all night and if he was lucky he would die.

So he went to the park. Freak had waited and waited for someone to come and kill him. No one came. Some people who smelled of that amber colored drink Uncle Vernon liked threw their bottles at him, but they didn't kill him. They just laughed and stumbled away.

Time passed slowly. It was now very late and getting cold. Freak ran to a large clump of bushes near the park's interior and climbed to the center of the mass hoping to keep warm until someone would come kill him.

At some point he must have fallen asleep. The next time he opened his eyes and lifted head at the sound of rustling bushes he was greeted by the biggest man he had eve seen. He was bigger than uncle Vernon and looked a lot stronger, and wasn't nearly as round as his unle. Was the man who Aunt Tuney said would kill him?

"Are you going to kill me Mister? Aunt Tuney said if I got killed in the park tonight she'd be very happy." He asked a bubble of happiness and hope raising in his chest.

"No." Was all he got in return.

No. A word so terrible yet so simple. A word condemning him to his unnatural existence. A word bent on keeping a blemish on a beautiful world alive. Why wouldn't he kill him? WHY? HE WANTED TO DIE!

"But if I don't die Aunt Tuney won't be happy and then what purpose would I have?" Asked Freak brokenly as any hope still within him shattered like glass.

This time the man didn't respond. Instead he scooped him up and held him in one hand.

"Come with me I will give you a purpose." The man…No his savior said.

Freak looked up at the man eyes wide as he was carried ,carried not dragged , by his savior. This man had to be an angel or a god to care about him, let alone carry him in one hand like he weighed no more than a feather.

Freak was so caught up in staring at his savior in wonder that he was startled when the man spoke again.

"You are my weapon, my tool. Nothing more. A possession, a belonging. You will call me Toguro-sama and always be respectful of me. You will follow my orders at all times or I will throw you away." Said his savior.

Freak nodded his head vigorously. "I am Toguro-sama's weapon, tool and possession." He repeated in awe.

His savior, Toguro-sama, nearly nodded his head after than and remained silent for a long while. Finally they reached their destination. A huge hotel that seemed a palace to his eyes. Toguro walked into the lavish lobby paying no mind to the late night patrons, dressed in their fine clothes and gossiping and the dirty child he was carrying.

Freak couldn't care less. He only had eyes for Toguro-sama. They didn't stop until they reached the room where Toguro-sama was staying. Inside was a grayish tinged man, who gave him the shivers for reasons unknown.

"What's that brother a bed time snack?" The man, Toguro-sama's brother, asked.

"No a new pet" Toguro-sama replied to his brother.

Freak barely had time to process the information that the tiny gray man in front of him was Toguro-sama's brother before his owner whisked him into the bath room.

"Take off your clothes"

Freak didn't need telling twice in a moment his clothes were on the floor, and being picked up between a finger and thumb and thrown in the garbage my Toguro-sama before he was put under a warm shower, given a thing of liquid soap and told to wash.

At first the water coming off him had turned a brownish red color from the dirt and old blood that had been stuck to his body. However the longer he washed and stayed under the water the clearer it got. After what seemed like an eternity in heaven to him Toguro-sama called him to the entrance of the shower and poured some shampoo in his hair and proceeded to wash it for him.

"Keep your eyes shut." He was ordered and he did so.

Toguro-sama ended up washing his hair several times and adding something called conditioner to take out the knots, as well as cutting away any mats with scissors. It was like a dream.

The next thing he knew he was out dried, his 'wounds' as Toguro-sama called them had a paste smeared on them and they were wrapped in white strips of cloth. Finally a shirt was slipped over his head. It swamped him more than Dudley's cast offs but it felt nicer.

Not long after, with his hair in a rough braid, he followed Toguro-sama back into the room with his brother.

"Did you make sure it didn't have fleas?" Toguro's brother joked.

Freak however did not take his eyes from Toguro-sama. The thing his savior's brother had said was something not unlike uncle Vernon would say about him.

"Yes" Toguro-sama replied a smirk twisting on his face.

"Does it have a name yet?" was the next question from the brother.

"No I'll think of one later" Was the reply before Toguro-sama ducked into another room.

Freak was so stunned he didn't have the presence of mind to follow his new owner. He was going to have a name. HIM! A name of his very own. If Freak hadn't known better he would have said he'd died and gone to heaven, but freaks don't go to heaven.

When his savior emerged from the room he had disappeared into he was carrying the biggest pillow Freak had ever seen. He had just enough time to register that it was bigger than the whole inside of his cupboard before it was thrown, along with a blanket into a corner.

With that his savior turned his eyes on him and pointed to the pillow.

"Bed" Freak was ordered.

He scrabbled to the pillow as fast as he could and snuggled down into its softness and covered himself with the soft blanket. Though he was to excited to sleep he lay still ,his eyes closed, and listened as his savior talked to his brother. Eventually he heard the brother say good night and walk into a different room.

The heavy foot falls of his savior stopping in front of his pillow had Freak looking up into the face of this owner.

"Your name is now Yuuki" Toguro-sama said before turning and leaving for hi own room.

Yuuki couldn't help but stare in awe after him. He made up his mind at that moment. He would follow Toguro-sama to hell and back. Everything he would do in the life granted to him would be devoted to pleasing Toguro-sama.

And with a smile on his face for the first time in a very long time Yuuki fell asleep.

AN: On Harry's New name: It IS meant to be Yuuki (Not Yuki)

Yuuki means 'distant hope' the Kanji is below.

悠 希

And YES the name is symbolic as are all my names in my stories.