Title: Cor tenebris sadistic voluptates. Nigrum Cattus. | The dark heart of sadistic pleasures. Black cat.
Rating: M
Pairing: Cynthia x Goons.
Chapter: Once a Whore.

Disclaimer: I do not own D Gray Man... Only Cynthia.
Note: Alternative Universe, throghout the whole story.


"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,
but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."
~Elisabeth Kubler-Ross~


"Cynthia... What happened to Mana. I can tell you because, the person who actually killed Mana, is the person who is giving you orders to kill these men and women, who are using children as sex slaves, and servents for people like themselves. Mana was killed by a personal assassin, who was giving the mission from none other than The Earl himself. When you two were staking out from slave buyers, Road had come to me with Mana's body, indicating that he was dead. She didn't even know who the assassin was that killed him, but he had been murdered. You see, Mana wasn't your real parent, I'm sure you know that much, since he was in fact a human. Like myself I'm not your really uncle, just your uncle by adoption." He wiped the girls eyes and kissed her forehead, smiling sadly. "I'll get to the bottom, and find The Earl, and I'll kill him for our sakes, but you haved to do me a favor."

"W-what... I-is the f-favour...?"

"Kill Lvellie."

He hugged her tightly as she nodded before, crying much more, at the fact that the person who had killed her adoptive father, was the person who had sent Tyki to save her from being a slave for the rest of her life. Though due to killing Mana, she was caputered along with Allen, and the two were torn apart at such a young age. Nea had disappeared on them, after finding out that The Earl had killed Mana, from Road, which lead him to go and gain revenge on the Earl, but he could never find the leader of the murderous gang.

The only reason why, the gang was so muderous was because, they had the likes of two well trained pupils, one in swords man ship, and the other over a varied amount of weapons. Though really they were murderous, because of the twins, Allen and Cynthia Walker. The two of them when pissed of made a very pissed of duo, which could lead to utter enilation of one small group of sex slave business men, and probably innocent civilians in the cross fire. Both the twins were highly trained in flexability movements, after traveling with Mana, and skilled with many weapons, after Cynthia had been taken under Tyki's wing along with Kanda, and Allen had been taken under the scientist Cross' wing, who had more to him than the eye met, Cross was highly trained in using varied weapons, but mostly guns. He had trained Allen on using guns, while Kanda helped Tyki train Cynthia on using different types of blades, and over time, Cynthia had trained herself on using guns.


Cynthia woke her eyes were red, from all the crying she had been doing last night, the grip she had around her adoptive uncle slowly loosened, as he quietly slept soundly next to her. She swiftly and carefully removed herself from the arms of the elder, climbed off her bed, changing into fresh clothes and left the room. She was going to skip breakfast today, and just headed straight to the door. Sliding her boots on, Kanda stepped out of his room, scratching his head, and walked towards the kitchen, though turned from the sound of tapping.

"Where are you going?"

"..."

"Oi..."

The white haired teen, opened the door and grabbed her jacket stepping out of the penthouse, and walking down the patio walkway, after closing the door, leaving a certain raven-haired assassin, slightly worried deep inside, but the scowl on his face, from her ignorance and the fact that she was being childish and using the silent treatment, like when they were younger.
She wondered down the streets of he small town they lived in, with in the large city and capital of the french country. Paris. She sighed, holding her coat around her much more, until she could feel it tighten arund her back and waist. She was cold, and she stopped holding her hand out, feeling a drop of water. 'Ame' It started to rain, as she stood there frowning sadly. Soon a car stopped out of the blue, and one of the men dragged her into the sports car.

She struggled and struggled, as Mimi stepped out of her room, which was opposite was up, and he was, but there was no Cynthia, just a fast asleep Neah. She panicked slightly, as Kanda stood at the door of the kitchen and stared at the door, as the cyan-haired girl's gaze followed hers, figuring what he meant. Though soon, they were inturrupted by a breathless white-haired male, who was trembling.

"W-what's wrong?"

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, he was scared, he was getting the same feeling as his sister, the feeling that she was getting when they were first taken from each other, when she was threatened with that knife. The feeling of being alone again, before she went mental after seeing Kanda fall in battle. He looked at the two in front of him, as the grey orbs trembled.

"I-it's... C-cynthia..."


Cynthia struggled, her hands were cuffed by a pair of handcuffs that were hooked and hung from the roof of the car. She glared at the driver, her expression never fultering, as the others slowly undressed the child, she dropped her head, her fringe covering her face, as her aura around her grew more and more darker, with the more they tried to strip her. She trembled faintly, as one of them caught her tail, hissing the man smirked and slid his hand over the base of her white tail, as she clenched and unclenched her hands, balling them up into fist, to hold back her anger. She coughed, and held her breath, trembling still, from the men constantly messing with her ears and tail. Fidgiting a little, the driver smirked as they soon arrived in front of the mansion, that they were ordered to bring her to.

Cynthia looked towards the mansion, through the gaps in her fringe, as they uncuffed her, though soon, took her out of the car, and bent her over the side, standing close to her, she didn't want to think about anything, but she could feel the man, as she shivered, he was already pulsing, and it was disturbing to the kid. Being yanked up she growled at him, as he shoved her towards the enterance of the mansion. Looking at the large oak doors, she gulped, looking back round, just to be slapped, she gasped and fell over, and sat there, until being forced back onto her feet and dragged into the mansion.

"LET ME FUCKING GO!"

"Such vulgur language... From such a innoc- Well.. Such a cute, adorable little slut."

Her eyes widened at the boy in front of her, she stepped back trembling, before falling onto the floor, her legs were risen in the air, slightly, her chest pushed out slightly, due to her hands being handcuffed behind her. Her gaze never left the boy who came and crouched beside her side, running his hand over her soft, white, porcenlanic skin. The girl turned her face away, and shuddered at his touch, the kid turned her face back towards him, as she just spat at him, and growled. He wiped his face, and scowled, his hand moving to her throat as he slammed her into the ground, after lifting her up slightly. She screamed, her arms reaceved most of the impact, trembling she, panting a little.

"Now. Shall we move on?"

The two goons lifted her off the ground again, just to follow the boy, after throwing her over on of their shoulders, kicking and screaming to be put down, the other goon knocked her out as she just hung the mans shoulder. The white-haired kid teen, lead them down to the basement, and pointed towards the bed that was in the corner, before dismissing them.


The Neko, Fox, Dragons and Wolf all set out to look for Cynthia, Tyki had woken Neah up, much to the teens displeasure, and explained what was happening and why it was so chaotic this morning. The others decided to split up, but Link stayed with Mimi just in case someone attempt to take her away, like they had done with Cynthia. Allen stood there trembling, clutching his adoptive fathers, brothers arm, completely worried about his sister. He wants to save the girl before it is too late her. He didn't want her to go though what she had to for the first eight years of her life, after their adoptive father was killed, and Nea his brother, who Allen was standing with had gone missing.

Tyki had met up with the others outside of the penthouse, which was the rendezvous point. The others off the group shook their heads when Allen had asked if they got any information, or any sights of his sister. He dropped to his knees as Kanda crouched in front of the kid.

"We'll find her, Moyashi. Don't worry."

"It's Allen. BaKanda!"

"Guys... Enough, we have to find Cynthia... Fighting isn't going to help."

The two glared before sighing and nodded to the German kid, as he frowned a little, when Allen dropped his head trembling, Nea stood there and looked at the sky as it continue to rain. He held his hand out, and growled a bit. Tyki looked at him and blinked.

"Nea... You know something..."

Allen looked up at his uncle, after hearing Tyki, and blinked, standing up, as he stepped in front of Nea, he shivered again, and wrapped his arms around himself, as Nea looked down towards him. Kanda looked at the stance the white haired neko was standing in.

"Th-hat... S-stace..."


The blue eyes slowly opened, as the neko girl dangled from the ceiling, a pain shot through her arms, as she growled. Her arms were stretched out, as she dangled off the floor a little, her wrists rubbed against the ropes, there were tightly tied around her, hissing at the burn, she was soon intruppted when she turned to the floor, seeing all her weapons she carried with her for emergencies incase she is attacked. Though right now, she had been, but the girl was dazed after what her uncle had confessed to her last night, so she wasn't on gaurd.

The dim light around her burned her eyes, after she had been knocked out and unconcious for nearly three hours. Hearing a door closed, then footsteps that seemed to be leading down some stairs, she looked up, panting a little, stopping her struggling. First the goon that she remember had carried her down, walked out, along with the other three, and the person who lead them down. But behind the young boy, stepped out the last person she wanted to see. Her eyes widened a little, as he grinned in the shadows.

"It's been a while... Four years if I remember.. Little Cynthia~"

The man stepped out, the light reflecting off his whtie hair, and the stripped bandana wrapped around his forehead, covering the mark of a slave that he had tattoo'd there to show that he was a sex child, just like herself.

"You remember me right... At least.. My name?"

The shocked expression soon, turned to a scowl, as he slowly stepped closer towards her, stopping in front of her, he smiled, running his hand across her cheek, as she moved her face away from his hands, and turned her gaze somewhere else. Trembling he sighed. Slowly lifting her shirt to reveal the scar that he placed on her abdomen, four years ago.

"Of course you do... You'll always remember... Specially after th-"

"Shut up."

"Now, Now... Don't be so mean..."

"Fuck you."

He frowned turning her gaze to his, as she growled the anger in his eyes, only made his frown, turn to a smuggish, mischeivious grin, and the glint in his eyes, would make any girl scream for help. He had better sense then that, he knew the girl hanging in front of him wouldn't scream for help, she would just keep her posture, and hold anything from him. And the kid knew that the girl wouldn't let anything go, he had gone to full lengths of his torture and torments, even to the extent of making the girl scream in more ways than one, and he still didn't get anything from her.

Slowly he moved his hand, slowly up her side, the soft touch of his finger tips, making her shiver slightly, but the angered, glare and scowl stayed on her face. Her wrists started to rub against the ropes, burning her skin again.

"There's no point. You won't get out of this."

"Tch... You're dummer that four years ago..."

His gaze turned to one of the men, as he lowered her a little, she couldn't do anything with her feet, due to them being tied together. Lowering her to his level, the kid pulled himself closer towards her, and moved his hand upwards under her shirt, again she shivered against him, he chuckled as she frowned.

"No... I still know what you can do."

"Bullshit... You should know... Ropes won't hold me down."

He moved his hand to the base of her tail, and gently held the base, making her flinch, as her breath hitched a little, and her head rested on his shoulder. The kid smiled, as he dragged his hand along her tail, a faint quiet, very quiet mewl came from her mouth, as she trembled. Her eyes closed slightly. Her cheeks tinted faintly, as his other hand moved to her ears, as he scratched them softly, his grinned more, as the girl purred softly in his ear. The others gulped as she still shivered and softly panted from him messing with her tail and ears.

"S-stop... P-please..."

"Say it.."

"No... I-i won't... S-say it."

She lifted her head as her tail wrapped around his arm, while one of the other men stood behind her, and ran his hands over her hips making her flinch, his fingers slipping through the gaps of her shirt between the buttons. She turned to the man, before turning back to the kid, the hands that had advanced from the man behind her soon, rupped her shirt open, revealing her chest, that was covered a wrap of bandages. Her breasts pushed within the wrap, but were soon released as the blade that was given to the guy.

While the white-haired boy stepped back. The man behind her had soon sliced the bandages as they dropped to the ground. What had made it wose, was the bit where the blade caught the skin between her breasts, causing a trickle of blood. Soon the second man, approched her, and slowly, licked the blood, Cynthia bit her lip and closed her eyes, blushing more.

"M-make th-them stop! P-please!"

"Sorry... No can do. I don't answer to igronant traitors..."

"WIS..."

"Hmm... What was that?"

"Wis-ah-"

She moaned a bit, when the goon behind her bit her ear, and the one in front of her, straight away ran his tongue over one of her breasts.

"W-wis...ley..."

He grinned, as they messed with her, goon 2 moved his hand and squeezed her other breast, making her tremble and tense up. "S-stop-hgn-" The first goon, slid his hand down, and snaked it around his waist, starting to mess with the buttons on her shorts, while he bit her neck softly causing her to moan more.

"Little Cynthia...? What was that?"

"St-top.. Make them stop... Please..." She looked at him as he stared at her with a serious look. "Make them stop.. Wisely. -ahh= Please."


Haha! Yes... Lvellie's personal Assassin... Wisely Kamelot. Obviously I'll explain the past between the two of them in the 2 year time skip chapter... But for now.. Lets just see what he does to Cynthia.. And why he is doing it.

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x Cyn x