A/N: Well, shiiiiiiiiit. This one took a long time. Eleven days? Twelve? Eh, whatever.

I just realized, I listen to the happiest music when I write this. I just...do. No My Chemical Romance or Three Days Grace, no.

I listen to the radio. The damn radio. WTF?

ALSO! I reached over 3k words. Damn.

Anyway, on with the show~

warning(s): rape, Daddycest, angst.


"Little baby...Wake up."

"Mm... No, Master...M' sleepy"

"I know, baby boy. But we need to start cleaning so we can go the park today."

That's right. Today's Saturday.

I'vs been here about two weeks. And we'd established a routine. On Saturdays, Claude is always home. First, we clean, and then Claude takes me to the park where he does some kind of work on his laptop.

I crack open on still sleepy crimson eye. Claude's soft, warm hand is gently caressing my lower back. I roll on to my back and Claude's hand rests on my belly. I look up at him with half-awake eyes.

Claude smiles warmly and kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and giggle a bit. He ruffles my hair and stands, "Okay, Kiaran. Get dressed." Claude turns and leaves, shutting the door behind himself.

I throw the covers back, sit up, and swing my legs off the side of the side of the bed. My feet don't touch the soft carpet, but that's okay because I'm still growing. I slide off my bed and my little feet make a soft thud as I open the closet door.

I sigh and look at the clothing options. Jeans- always black skinnies- and a t-shirt. This one has Castiel on it. I love him so much. Claude bought it for me after I watched season five and cried.

My pjs fall to the floor and I tug on my clothes on. I run my fingers through my hair before stretching and walking out. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge, looking intently for breakfast.

I see Claude out of the corner of my eye, sitting at the dining table and reading the morning paper, the light reflecting off his glasses. I eventually settle for a bagel and Claude walks over to me. I'm still bent over when Claude pops my butt and I yelp, straightening up and blushing.

Claude chuckles a bit and kisses my nose. I scowl and walk over to the toaster, putting my bagel in. Claude shuts the fridge and goes back to his spot at the dinning table. I lean against the counter and look at my nails.

"Daddy, please! Daddy," I pleaded loudly, gripping the cage bars and screaming. Daddy looked down at me with this weird look in his normally gentle crimson eyes. His lips twitched up into a smirk, "Good-bye, Kiaran."

I sobbed louder, tears streaming down my face and I screamed, "Daddy, don't leave me!"

Why is Daddy leaving me? Where am I? Daddy? DADDY?!

Daddy chuckled and poked a finger through the bars, which I quickly took in to my little mouth and it instantly stopped my crying. "Baby, Kiaran, listen to me. You be good and do whatever Mister Ash tells you to." I nodded, but tears still fell.

Daddy's finger slipped from my mouth and he stood, wiping the saliva-coated digit on his shirt. A man with white hair smiled at Daddy and handed him a wad of cash. Daddy pockets the money and the white haired man looked at me with his purple eyes.

Daddy waved at me again.

I screamed louder, but I couldn't hear myself becuase my heart was being ripped from my chest and the blood was pounding in my ears too loud.

My bagels pop up and I grab a paper plate, putting them on it. Claude gets up and folds the paper, setting it aside and he wraps his arms around me from behind, "Little baby..."

"Yes, Master?"

"I won't ever leave you alone..."

I try to hold back the tear that falls, "Thank you, Master."

...

Our cleaning is split up. Claude handles the laundry, the bathtubs, and his room. I take my bathroom, my room, and the kitchen.

Currently, I am on the bathroom counter, cleaning the mirror. I see myself moving and the cuts on my wrist and the ugly crimson eyes and the shoulder- length raven hair.

I pause my cleaning, setting the paper towel and Windex down. I look at myself.

I sob loudly.

Was I not pretty enough, Daddy? Do I displease you, Daddy? Why did you abandon me, Daddy?

I cry and hang my head, tears gushing out. I feel strong arms wrap around me and pull my towards a solid chest. I don't struggle in Claude's grasp. He lets me cry and he pets my hair. I like the feeling.

"My eyes are ugly," I sob into his shoulder.

Claude sighs.

"They're not ugly. They're wonderful."

"They're blood red."

"They're the red of a rose, of love, and of the most beautiful soul."

...

I open the dishwasher that's full of clean dishes. Claude is cleaning his room, the soft hum of the vacuum is less than pleasant. I open the bottom rack, grabbing plates and bowls and putting them in the right cabinets.

I put the silverware away, and open the top rack. I grab a few glasses and put them away. I'm not really paying attention when I wrap my fingers around a still wet glass. I pick up the glass only to drop it on to the tile.

I feel it slip from my fingers.

I hear it shatter against the floor. I even feel a piece of glass bump against my toes.

But my mind doesn't register the fact until I hear Claude's worried voice, "Kiaran?" I look down at the floor and my lungs inhale to screech but it leaves as choked whimper.

It broke.

"It broke," I say aloud. "It broke. I-I-I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to break it. Please don't punish me." Claude walks over to me, ignoring the little pieces of shattered glass.

His arms around me and he kisses my hair. "Shh...Don't worry. It's okay. It was an accident. Brush your teeth and hair. Go put on your shoes. We can go to the park now." I look up at him, "Wh-What about the mess?"

Claude closes his eyes, "I'll clean it up. Be careful walking out." I nod and walk into the bathroom. I hear Claude cleaning up as my brush rips my hair.

I brush my teeth so violently my gums bleed.

I walk around the kitchen to the shoe rack, pulling on a pair of my socks that are already there. I pull on black high top Converse. I tie the red shoe strings tight.

They're red. Like my eyes.

Like my blood red eyes. Like hate and war and fury. But I remember what Claude said earlier. Like a rose, like love, like the most beautiful soul.

Or something like that, anyway.

Claude dumps the glass shards in the trash under the sink before he wipes his hands on his shirt and walks over to me. He slips on some shoes, too, "Ready?"

I nod and he grabs his car keys.

...

Another thing I have noted about Claude. He drives fast.

Also, I that he sings along to the radio. He's good at singing.

"Something is bubbling behind my back...My bottle's ready to blow.."

He smiles at me in the passenger seat and he takes my small hand in his. He's good at singing, even if the voice on the radio doesn't match his own.

"Say it ain't so! My love is a lifetaker!"

...

To my displeasure, there's already a kid there when we arrive. The playground is sheltered by old oaks.

Claude takes his place on a wooden bench under an old oak. I sulk to the swings. I've never really gotten along with other kids. At all.

She has tan skin and blue eyes and white hair. The girl slides down the slide and walks over to me. I keep my eyes son my dangling feet as she plops down in the swing next to me.

"Hi. I'm Hannah."

"Kiaran."

"Is that your Master over there, Kiaran?"

I look up at Claude and he's too far gone in his work already. I smile a bit, "Yeah." Hannah nods, "How old are you, Kiaran?"

"Ten." Well, I'll be ten in a few days, anyway.

"I'm twelve."

I look at her again. She smiles, "Wanna race?" I hop out of my swing, "Fuck yes! Lets race to Master?" Hannah stands, also, and nods.

We get ready, we get set, we go.

I run and she runs and Hannah gets mad when I beat her. I look up at the old oak and smile, "Lets climb!" Hannah frowns, "I know a better tree. Follow me and I'll show you, Kiaran!" I look at Claude for permission and he looks up from his computer for a second to nod.

I follow Hannah as she walks away, and she walks out to the parking lot. I stop at the entrance, "Hannah...I can't leave! Master would be angry with me..." Hannah rolls her eyes, looking at me from the center of the parking lot, "Come one, Kiaran!"

I take a shaky step forward, then remember something. Since when was I listening to whatever Master said?

My heart screams, "Since Claude. He loves you, Sebastian!"

I walk over to Hannah and she skips over the the chain link fence separating the gravel parking lot from a stretch of thick woods. I follow her nervously. Hannah smiles again- they're starting to look fake, "C'mon. I've been back here a million times!"

Hannah jumps the fence and my curiosity urges me to follow her. I jump over the fence and peer in to the forest. "Hannah," I call, but receive no answer. "Hannah," I whine again and trudge into the woods.

I scowl when a stick lodges itself in my hair, "It doesn't look like you've been back here a million times." I trudge until I can't see the fence anymore, and Hannah has just disappeared.

I blink a few times, then sense someone. I turn around and bump in to a hard chest. "M-Master?"

"No, Kiaran."

I look up and my eyes widen, a sickening amount of horror filling my stomach, "D-Da-Daddy?"

Daddy smiles warmly, but his crimson eyes hold murderous intent. I take a few steps back, "Daddy, no, you aren't real!" Daddy frowns, walking up to me, "How could I not be real?"

I shut my eyes. Because I'm dreaming and this isn't real. This isn't happening.

Daddy's cold lips press against mine and then we're on the ground. The leaves and dirt get in my hair and Daddy tastes bad. I squirm and struggle, breaking the bruising kiss to open my mouth to scream. Daddy covers my mouth and kisses my pale throat.

Daddy, no, please stop. Please stop.

He holds my wrists above my head, pinning them to the ground. He chuckles darkly, "You're a bitch, you know that, Kiaran?" I struggle, kicking my little feet and Daddy flips me on to my back.

Normally, this wouldn't hurt so bad, but since this is my daddy, it burns like the sun. Or maybe worse. Daddy pets my hair with his free hand- the other one is still over my mouth.

"To think," he says, pulling my jeans down and exposing my pink panties, "you'd fall for a simple trick. And these panties are cute, did you're Master buy them for you?" I nod, trembling, eyes shut tight.

Don't cry, Kiaran. Don't cry. Don't cry. Sebastian, don't cry. Claude will save you.

Daddy pulls my panties down and spreads my knees wider. I feel hot tears pouring down my cheeks. I sob loudly, breathing in and out through my nose. Daddy takes his hand away from my lips. I inhale to scream- scream for Claude- but the unzipping of Daddy's jeans makes me freeze.

And he presses against my unprepared, tight entrance and oh my god.

Daddy, no!

I feel his huge dick force it's way into my tiny body. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Shit, I'm bleeding. I can feel blood dripping down my thighs and no, no, no, no.

I cry out and sob, feeling so disgustingly full. It burns and I bury my face in my arms, sobbing, tears blurring my vision. Daddy pulls my hair so I'm forced to raise my head and he does the unthinkable and fucking moves.

"M-M-Master," I sob and Daddy's speeding up, moving faster and his hips snap against me much too fast. "Master," I cry and Daddy laughs, "He can't save you, Kiaran. See? I'll always find you. Always."

No, no. This isn't happening! This isn't how love is supposed to be. It isn't supposed to hurt. Daddy's laugh is echoing in my ears and his cock is sliding deeper and deeper and I'm sobbing louder and louder.

"I'm s-s-s-s-sorry, D-D-Daddy! Please, just stop, I'm sorry!"

"You're whore ass isn't sorry," he ground out, rolling his hips and making me let out a soft grunt. I thought it was ironic, really. Well, not ironic. I mean, it's not my fault I was sold as a prostitute. It's not my fault.

It's not my fault...It's really not my fault.

"Besides, you like this, don't you, slut? Being a man's fuck toy?"

"No, Daddy, no, no," I repeat into the dirt, chanting it like a prayer. And he's fucking speeding up more and I'm pretty sure he's surpassed human speeds.

"M-M-Master...Master..."

Daddy pulls my hair harder, "Gonna cum in your slutty ass, Kiaran."

"M-M-M-Master...Master..."

Daddy throws his head back laughing like a little kid, shoving himself deep inside me before growling low and I feel his hot cum shoot into me.

"Claude," I scream- at the top of my lungs. A desperate, pleading, shriek. Daddy's too hot cum dripping down my thighs. It burns like hellfire.

He pulls out and the next moment, I hear the leaves crunching. I closed my eyes as I felt soft hands touch my hips. I cry out and sob, "No more, Daddy, please. I'm sorry."

"Kiaran, shh. C'mon, let's get you home."

Home...that sounds nice.

I feel strong arms scoop me up, and I don't struggle. I don't think I have the strength.

Claude's comforting scent surrounds me and I feel more tears down my cheeks.

"Kiaran, baby, Kiaran, shh, don't cry. Shh...I got you baby, I got you."

In my half-awake daze, I heard Claude's car unlock. "Laptop," I mumbled, remembering Claude's computer. "You're more important, baby boy. Shush, sleep. It's okay." My eyelids are heavy.

Claops shifts until he's holding me in one arms and I wrap my arms around his neck tightly. He opens the passenger door, and I bury my face into his shoulder, "No! I wanna be with you."

Claude smiles and shuts the passenger door. He drives home with me, sleeping, in his lap.

...

My jeans are being pulled off gently, along with my panties. Someone makes a sad gasp and my eyes burst open. I scream, kicking at the person.

"Baby boy, calm down. It's just me, Claude."

I relax, shutting my eyes and Claude slowly removes my shirt. He picks my small naked body up, carrying me into the bathroom. It's steamy, but then I hear Claude, "I'm going to wash you, little baby."

He sets my down in the hot water. It's a little too hot, but I don't complain. It's a free bath, after all.

Clause rolls his sleeves up, wetting his hands in the bath water before squirting shampoo on my head. It's cold and slimy, but Claude's hands work it into my scalp and I find myself relaxing. He grabs a cup and fills it full of bath water before pouring onto my head.

I close my eyes and spit out the water that enters my mouth. Claude repeats this several times, chuckling at me every now and again.

He does the same with the conditioner, humming a soft tune.

When it comes time to wash my body, Claude wets a wash cloth and says, "I'm going to wash you. If you don't want me to touch somewhere, just say so, okay?"

I nod, and Claude squirts some fruity over-priced body wash into the green wash colors. He scrubs it together into it's all soapy and drags it across my chest. I lift up my arms and Claude gets my sides and under arms.

He sings softly, "Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're less than perfect. If you get with me, I won't ever make you feel any less than perfect, you'll see."

My back is washed, "It's gonna take time, girl, to heal that hole he left... Exactly how long, I don't know..."

He pauses his singing to ask, "Kiaran, can you please get on your knees so I may wash the rest of you?" I splosh water everywhere as I get on my knees, facing away from Claude and blushing intensely.

"So I can't wash the front, I presume?"

I shake my head quickly.

Clause just smiles and keeps singing, washing my lower back, "But you got pain and I know a remedy.."

I listen to the song, closing my eyes. I'm so caught up in his soft words that I don't notice the washcloth sliding over my butt.

"You gotta start kickin it with someone like me.."

Clause washes my thighs, "Now you're over analyzing all of your flaws, start to thinkin' it's all your fault.." He washes the back of my knees, "But, baby girl don't you go and blame yourself."

He drops the rag into the water, leaning to unplug the bath and I hear it drain. Claude hoists me out of the tub, and I kick my little feet.

"Cause he's just a douche bag, he's just a douche bag.."

I giggle and Claude grabs a towel to dry me, "You know it's true." I nod and Claude dries my hair, "I was hopin' you'd let me replace him..." Claude gets on one knee, now down to my level. "I would straight erase him right out of your mind..."

His lips are so close to mine and my heart flutters.

"I love you, Kia-"

"Sebastian," I whisper, "My name's Sebastian."

"Sebastian...I love you, Sebastian."

I close my eyes and whisper back, "I love you, too, Claude."


A/N: Another Author's Note? HELLS YEAH! The rape scene sucked, I know. And Claude's singing. I'm so sorry.

First song: "Say It Ain't So" by Weezer.

Second song: "Fuckin' Perfect" by Travis Garland