Alfred sighed as he stared out the window of his bedroom. He looked for Kiku even though it was pointless. He wouldn't find him. He hoped that Kiku managed to escape from that awful place, but he knew it was unlikely.
Aside from losing Kiku, Arthur made fun of him. He said that Kiku didn't exist, which angered Alfred to no end. He missed Kiku and Arthur making fun of him didn't make him feel any better.
He sighed and left, going to look for Kiku once again.
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My whole body was hurt and bruised. Rhyo stood over me with a knife in his hand. I whimpered and looked away as he kneeled down in front of me.
"Kiku, I told you that bad cat's get punished," he sneered as grabbed my arm roughly. He cut my wrist, making me cry out sharply. I glared at him. He just sighed and reached for the key to my collar. Pure instinct took over as he unlocked it. I bit him as hard as I could and I ran. I heard him follow me but I didn't slow down. I was getting out of here, I refused to stay.
I made it outside and ran a random direction. I had no clue where I was headed, nor did I care. I just knew it led me from here. Any where was better than here...
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Weeks turned into months. Alfred no longer looked for Kiku. There was no reason to, he was truely gone. Had he found a new owner or had the person who bought him killed him already? Alfred couldn't think of these things, they made him depressed. He was walking down the roadwhen he saw the man who took Kiku. Alfred felt rage boil up. He turned away and tried to walk off.
"Hey, you're the one who was with that boy we took. Boy, he was a fighter," Alfred clenched his fist as he talked. He kept walking.
"If your wondering, he's probably dead by now."
Alfred broke into a run, refusing to let his tears fall.
Sorry for the short chapters