Title: Fate's Wish
Author: Mrpointyhorns
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Touzoku/Atem, (Casteshipping)
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Touzoku's family is murdered. Only three he is forced to live a life wandering the street, but wait fate has other plans for him as a sex slave? Atem's fate is to kill his father to protect the one he loves, the one he loves will be with his child.
It never occurred to Touzoku to wonder why no other child, ever slept, eat, and survived sole on helpings in the market place. He had no time to think of that. He had no time to think of many things. He put everything he did in getting the next slice of bread. He was not always hungry, but anytime he could get food he took it. Anytime he had food he ate it. Likewise, anytime he was awake was a time spent looking for food. It was survival. It was as simple, anything difficult was ignored. Anything hard never produced any kind of nourishment.
The merchants, however often wondered, but none dwelled on the issue. The truth, whatever it was seemed too upsetting to worry about. They had to survive their own way, by selling and trading goods every day. Anything difficult was not worthy their attention. Questions often left to trouble and trouble often left to casualty. They knew that there was a reason, at least; Touzoku never even got that far. Today he would find out.
Skinny dirty legs raced across the market place very early in the day. Touzoku was up and he had been offered pancake-shaped bread to deliver some figs to the booth on the opposite side of the market place. It had been his first real meal he had in three days, so he hurried to finish.
He could just make out the booth where he would receive his payment. Three skinny dark skinned men stood purposely in his way. They smiled at him showing off their missing teeth. Touzoku smiled back as he tried to skirt by.
The men wanted nothing to do with letting Touzoku escape. The biggest man pulled the baby from the ground. Touzoku blinked helplessly. He did not know these men but then he no longer really knew anyone anymore. He could not be sure if it was appropriate to cry in this situation.
The man shushed him with a single finger to his lips. The little boy relaxed at once. He was more then sure that it would be okay, and he knew that he was not supposed to cry. Even when the man tossed him into a donkey pulled-cart he remained calm and quiet. He was at easy even when they tossed him into a small room in a large building with only the littlest of windows.
The smallest man gave him a small plate of leeks, chick peas, and bread to eat. Then they shut the door leaving him alone. The only source of light was the small window on the far wall.
Touzoku was content, however, as he sat on the cement floor. He had food, and a place to sleep. Both of these things he could make sense of and relate to. He knew not to be nervous or scared, despite his unfamiliar accommodation.