Author's note: this is the prologue to an epic I have been thinking of. It may not make much sense at first, so be warned. Aya is slightly out of character. This is an Alternate Universe, but not by much. You still have the assassins and flower shop but I have taken the liberty with some other things. This is the first time I have put out one of my epics, and have been told I go into great detail on the smallest of things, so this may be slow at the beginning, but will pick up speed as I get inspiration.

Since this is my first go at an epic on the net. I will only go on with this if I get feedback saying I should continue. So please review, even if it is just to say- write more.

Thanks to my loving Ray-kun for helping me with the plot of this, and to my best friend Matte. With out him, all the technical stuff would make no scene.

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss, but all OC characters are property of me and a friend or two. If you with to use them please ask.

Warnings: This story revolves around a master and pet relationship. It WILL contain; yaoi, angst, non-con themes, and whips/chains, must not forget those. If any of this offends you; please do not read further, because it gets right into it.

Bonding Rituals

Prologue

Pain.

Oh, the feeling was singing throughout every vain, muscles, and bone. Like fire running over his skin, seeping down to his very soul and turning it to sender. He had never felt this strong of a feeling in his life, and wished he did not now.

Once the pain came, he tried willing himself into unconsciousness. This had been a futile attempt at keeping his sanity. The harder he tried getting away from the pain, the more intense it became.

Time seamed to slow to an infinitive crawl, until…

A cool hand rested on his sweet slicked, heaving chest. He focused on it. The haven it brought to his body, seemed to calmed the fires running through his veins. The cooling affect soon spread throughout his chest, giving him the ability to breathe freely. The ice-like fingers-of-power cooled his heated skin, taking the pain and focusing it into a ball at the pit of his stomach. It was still painful, but he could mange it if it was staying in one place.

With the pain residing only in his gut, he could finally be able to pull himself into the wonderfully forgiving land of unconsciousness.

"Well, that should keep him calm for the time being." A man of his lat forties stated, standing from the sweet soaked mattress and swiping the fluid that clung to his hand on the fresh sheets at the foot of the bed.

"Good." Dismissal.

The doctor sighed. "You'll have to train him fast, or he will destroy all your hard work," he stated, smoothing out his lab coat and turning from the redhead in the room.

"Ja."

Making his way from the clinic room, the healer sighed wishing he did not have to leave the newly formed pyro in the sadist man's hand. However, orders are orders and he liked his mined in its working order.

The man is strong- if going through pain as profound as such he just witnessed- did not cause him to crack under the pressure, he would survive. May not come out of it all there, but some semblance of his mind will remain.

Author's note: see there is not much that is explained in this but, if you all want to see what is going on, please let me know or I will start on another story.

Ja ne for now.

Inari