A/N: Hey, everyone! I'd like to give a special shout out to DestinyDreamer911 for the wonderful reviews! I'm glad the Kiaran-inator can be your guilty pleasure.

Sebastian: I'm telling you, this lady is CRAZY!

Claude: Calm down, Kiaran~ *grope*

Sebastian: HELP! RAPE! *blows rape whistle*

Me: Nonsense, Kiaran-inator, you love it!

Sebastian: O_O...I do.

warning(s): Nickleback, typical Kiaran angst, and a bit of confusing weirdness towards the end.

I feel my heart stop and my breath hitches. Claude wants...me?

Me?

He stands and chuckles, "Something wrong, little baby?" I scowl and avert my eyes, "No."

"Heh, the look on your face says otherwise."

I blush, looking at the floor of my cage, "Well, it's just that every one is so mean to me all the time..." Claude looks down at me and smiles, "But you're such an adorable little thing! And your eyes, they're beatifu-"

"Stop it," I hiss and Claude's smile fades. "Hm," he asks softly, crouching back down to look at me. "Stop it," I say, louder. Claude gets this confused look and reaches through the bars with his hand to gently caress my cheek, "But it's true, Kiaran, you're beautiful."

"No, I'm not," I protest, yanking my head out of his reach. Claude sighs and removes his hand, letting it rest on his knee. He opens his mouth to say something when Ash interrupts him, "May I help you, sir?" Claude stands and brushes off his pants, straightening out his shirt, "Yes, sir. I'd like to purchase Kiaran." Ash licks his lips nervously, "Sir, with all due respect...Kiaran is very violent." I nod, "One time, Ash put a sign on my cage that said, "Warning: I bite!" in big red letters." Ash glares at me and I shrug.

"Anyway, sir, Kiaran will not hesitate to fight. He's cold, angry, hateful. Kiaran even stabbed one of his Master's once."

"In the shoulder," I add proudly and Ash glares at me again. His violet eyes scan over a few other sex slaves and he smiles again, "Perhaps another pet? How about-"

"No. I want Kiaran."

Ash sighs and crouches down to unlock my cage. I smile sweetly as the cage door opens. "Do anything that will get me sued and I'll fuckin' kill you, Kiaran," he grumbles as he puts his keys into the pocket. I smirk, "You wouldn't. You love me too much!" Ash hisses something under his breath as he grabs my wrists and pulls me out of the cage, but I know I won.

Ash holds me by the wrist and drags me up to Claude. I grab my coat on the way out and I close my eyes tight when my bare skin rubs against the rough carpet. Ash yanks my up and I stumble to my feet. Claude looks down at me and I look up at him.

"That'll be eight hundred, sir."

Claude pulls out his black leather wallet from his back pocket and pulls out a few bills. I was too busy noticing how the carpet suddenly looked beautiful. And how I'm standing on a dried cum stain.

Ash takes the bills and counts them before putting them in his pocket. Claude looks down at me as Ash says, "Okay! Would you like a cage or a leash for him?" I scowl and Claude nods, "The leash." I glare at him and Ash turns to receive the leash from his ass. "Is the leash really needed," I spit. Claude smiles, "Based off of what he said, yes. You might run off."

I cross my arms and Ash comes back from wherever he was with a black collar and a black leash. He hands them to Claude and Claude crouches down. He moves my silky hair out of the way to clip the collar around my neck and I actually raise my chin so he can do so. Claude clips the leash to the collar.

I growl, "This is humiliating." Claude ruffles my hair, "Be a good boy and I won't do this to you, okay?" I nod, "Yes, Master." Claude leans down and I expect his older lips to crush against my own.

I expect a bruising kiss with tongue that I don't want. But instead his lips press softly against my forehead. My eyes widen and I swear the air stands perfectly still. "Master...," I question softly and Claude looks down at me, "What? Have you never been treated with kindness before?"

I look down at the floor and bite my bottom lip. Claude crouches down to my level and wraps the leash around his wrist before taking my head into his hands.

"Kiaran?"

I look into his eyes.

"Kiaran, I'm not going to hurt you. It's okay. I won't hurt you."

For the first time in a long time I break down into tears. I sob helplessly and Claude brings me in for a hug. I haven't cried because of emotional pain in a long time.

It feels nice. It feels alive.

I sob into his shoulder and Claude holds me, one hand waround around my back and the other petting my hair. "Shh," he says softly, his voice tight and full of something close to sorrow itself. I wipe my runny nose on his coat and my naked body shivers.

"Are you cold? It's okay to put your coat on, you know. It's freezing cold outside. I don't want you getting sick." I nod and he lets me go long enough for me to put my coat on. He takes my hand in his, "Do you want to come home with me, little baby?"

I nod, clutching to his hand like a lifeline. He smiles and leads me out of the Market.

As we walk down the aisle, I take one last good look at it.

At Ash, who's waving at me. He knows I probably won't be back again. If it doesn't work out with Claude, I know I'll end up killing myself.

Drive a kitchen knife straight into my chest. Or maybe I'll slit my wrists and bleed out on the bedroom floor. No, I'd bleed out on Claude's bed. That way, he'd at least feel guilty for hurting me.

I shudder as we walk outside, and I ask Claude, "Where's your car?" He smiles and points to a slick black sports car. I scowl- go figure. I mean, my last Master had some run-down rusty piece of shit. He wasn't exactly rich.

I sigh softly, and Claude leads me to his car and my bare feet almost freeze in the snow, which reminds me I forgot my boots. Shit. I really liked those.

Claude unlocks his car and opens the passenger side door, "We'll get you some clothes on the way home." I look in his car curiously, inspecting the black leather. Claude gently patts my ass and I yelp, blush, and stand up straight. "Get in," he says with a chuckle. I scowl before slipping into the warm seat. Maybe Claude's the one. Maybe he won't rape me. I really hope so. I can't live like this anymore.

"Are you hungry," he asks, getting in on his side of the car. I think about all the times I have responded yes to that question and I never got food. Instead, it was dangled in front of my face and yanked away every time I reached for it. "No, Master," I say softly and the radio sings softly.

"And as we lie beneath the stars

We realize how small we are

If they could love like you and me

Imagine what the world could be

If everyone cared and nobody cried

If everyone loved and nobody lied

If everyone shared and swallowed their pride

Then we'd see the day when nobody died

When nobody died..."

Claude smiles and says over the radio, "Don't lie to me. You're hungry. How does McDonald's sound?" I look down into my lap and truth off the radio, "That sounds very nice, Master."

If everyone cared...No one cares so why play pretend? No one cares...No one cares.

Crimson eyes flicker over towards Claude. He pulls out of the Market's parking lot. I turn the radio back on.

" It's just another war

Just another family torn

(Falling from my faith today)

Just a step from the edge

Just another day in the world we live

I need a hero to save me now

I need a hero (save me now)

I need a hero to save my life

A hero'll save me (just in time)"

Yes, that's what I need. A hero. Is Claude my hero? My Masters usually don't wait very long to see the goods. Meaning, when I get a new Master I'm raped in the backseat of their usually expensive cars.

I look out the window as we drive away, and my stomach growls. I quickly tell it to hush with a harsh grip of the trench coat. Claude chuckles, "It's okay to be hungry, Kiaran. What do you want from McDonalds?" I sit there for a moment, thinking. "I-I haven't been to McDonald's in a long while, Master, so I-"

"That's another thing," Claude says, turning a corner, "My name isn't Master. You can just call me Claude. But if you prefer Master, I don't care."

"I'm sorry, Master," I whimper, then cover my mouth when I realized I had called him Master again. Claude smiles warmly at me again. I looks into my lap.

I don't think I can handle this. I don't know how to deal with kindness.

About twenty minutes later I sit with something called a BigMac in my hands ((Well, actually I had two of them.)) A large order of fries lean against my thigh and a large...coke?...sits in one of the cup holders. "Okay," Master says, looking down at his watch, "It's around five o'clock. GAP closes at seven. We have plenty of time."

I look up as he mentions this store. I thought he said Gaap, but why would someone name a store after me?

Ah, which reminds me. My full name is actually Sebastian Kiaran Gaap Crovus Michaelis. It's a mouthful, isn't it? My father wanted to name Kiaran Gaap Crovus. Mommy liked the middle name, but she wanted to name me Sebastian Kiaran Michaelis - since her surname is Michaelis. They compromised and that's why my name is so fucking long.

My parents never got married. They just acted like it. I think Daddy would like melt or something. ((by the way, I still think he's the devil.)). I take another bite of my fast food and the flavor is so good. Claude laughs, "You must have been really hungry."

I look down to realize that I have finished both burgers and half of my fries. I licks my fingers and Claude rolls his eyes playfully, "Use a napkin, Kiaran." I reach for a napkin and wipe my face and hands. I smile at Claude.

Claude smiles back. But his smile isn't sadistic or cruel. No, it's a happy smile.

Thirty minutes later and we arrive at this 'GAP' place. I had protested loudly, but ultimately lost the argument if Claude would carry me or not.

So my legs are wrapped around his slender hips and my arms are around his neck and Claude is using one hand to hold me. Normally, I'd have no problem with this, but his hand is groping my ass.

Claude said he's just carrying me. Let me tell you why that's bullshit.

Claude picks up something with his free hand, "What about this?" I peek at it, twisting my neck and I see a skirt. "Hell no," I protest and Claude chuckles, "C'mon, it'll look cute on you. You could seriously pass as a girl. That reminds me, we should be getting your hair cut."

I frown a bit at this. I like my hair, but I guess a new lifestyle calls for new appearances. Claude smiles, "I still think you should wear the skirt."

"I am not cross dressing," I growl into his shoulder and Claude chuckles, "But you'd look so cute."

I glare at Claude through the corner of my eye and focus on the onslaught of strange stares we're recieving. I guess we're an odd pair. I nuzzle the crook of Claude's neck, the Beast inside me rearing it's ugly head and gnashing at my hopes and dreams.

Claude smells so nice. So comforting. I like his scent. I feel my eyes start to droopand exhaustion takes hold. My crimson eyes close slowly and my breathing regulates. My grip on Claude tightens as blackness crashes over me.

I have no idea how long I was sleeping. But I woke up when my bare body was set on a plush bed. I feel soft off hands leave my torso and when I remember I was wearing clothes when I fell asleep, my eyes snap open and I scream.

A hand covers my mouth and Claude's calm voice says, "Shh. It's okay, little baby. I just took off your coat so I can dress you in your pjs."

My chest heaves and I shiver, "M-Ma-Master." Claude grabs little white panties and says softly, "It's okay. Here, let me slip these on." I raise my hips so Claude can dress me. I tremble again and Claude slips on thigh-high stockings. He hands me an over-sized white dress shirt that smells faintly like him.

I sit up and shimmy into it. Claude smiles at me, "You look cute." I blush and avert my eyes, "Thank you, Master."

Claude walks to the other side of the bed and bends down to turn on a nightlight before standing and kissing my forehead again, "Good night, Kiaran."

I blush and snuggle under the blue sheets. Claude turns off the light as he leaves and my eyes adjust to the darkness.

I see a closet, a night stand, and a desk with a work lamp on it. A swivel chair sits at the desk and I turn onto my other side to inspect this side of the room. A window and a foot of space before the bed sits. The source of light comes from down there and I figure that's where the night light is.

At the foot of my bed- another two feet away, is a wooden dresser that's pressed against the wall. A TV sits on top of this dresser, also pressed against the wall. I close my tired eyes and relax, sinking into the darkness of slumber.

'Goodnight, Kiaran.'

No one's ever said that to me. Goodnight. I mean, some Master's have said it sarcastically, but never sweetly like Claude does. He's so confusing.

The Beast rears it's ugly head, it's crimson eyes just like my own watching my small body relax.

It's lips curl back into a smirk, "Son."

I sink deeper into sleep, the imaginary Beast sinking back into my mind. I open my eyes half way before closing them again. I pull the comforter up to my shoulders and slip into slumber.

"Son," it's lips curl back into a smirk. I scowl, and mumble, "Go away, Daddy, I'm trying to sleep."

A dark chuckle is the last thing I hear before I fall asleep.