As of now, this story is rated R for child abuse, blood, swearing exc.

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Chapter two

The result of being found alone under the park's oak tree: Foster Care. The woman who "takes care of me," Ms. Eloise Darley, was so nice to me when the social worker brought me into her care.

"Oh my, what a lovely little boy he is!"

Bullshit. As soon as she shut the front door, her sweet smile melted into the most devilish grin I have ever seen.

"Bête." She hissed, while drawling the blinds closed. "You disgusting little beast. This is a girls' home. NOT a house for monstrous little boys."

I look at her in the eyes, trying to show no fear. She digs her manicured nails into the soft skin under my chin.

"Your name, boy."

I raise my eyebrows, ignoring the pain. "Mitsuru. What is your name, woman?"

She smiles again. "I am Eloise Darley, your new c-a-r-e-t-a-k-e-r. Do you understand? You're MINE now, and there is nothing you can do about it, démon."

And so, thats how it began.

Game one: Hypothermia

The Rules: CARETAKER blindfolds you, then shoves you in a VERY cold room. The door must be locked, and CARETAKER must be watching you.

Step one: CARETAKER must yell until you feel like crap.
Step two: CARETAKER removes any article of clothing you had the privilege of wearing.
Step three: Count how many times your teeth chatter together as you realize that you're locked in the house's walk-in freezer.
Step four: Hear the door open, then slam shut.
Step five: Remove the blindfold. Realize that you are locked in, and your clothes are missing.

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It was two...(or three?) days before I realized there were other children in this home. Well, not really 'children'; they were females pampered with the finest EVERYTHING right down to their shoelaces. They had the best education, the high-quality clothing, and extremely confusing vocabularies. I didn't know that there were so many combinations of words in English, French, and Japanese that all meant one thing: disgrace. (Not a big deal though, it's easer to ignore them when they aren't speaking words that I can understand.)

Later, I learned Ms. CARETAKER, likes to see my tears. I imagine that those very tears are liquid marbles that I will one day use to ambush her at her own game. They will be waiting at her feet as she watches me shake with my misleading fear. When she takes a step closer to progress my pain, she will lose her balance and crash to the hard wooden floor. If I'm lucky, she will hit her head. If not...then I'll have to run.

Unfortunately for me, the chores I was assigned kept me too busy to make those life-saving liquid marbles. Washing, scrubbing on my hands and knees, dusting, more scrubbing--nothing was ever 'clean'. In fact, according to the GIRLS, whatever I touch is filthy. (Which makes PERFECT sense, because I touch everything in the home as I clean it, including the floor and their royal clothing ...so unless they can float in the air completely naked, they are filthy too.)

Game two: Window 'pain'

The Rules: CARETAKER must catch you not washing the windows properly.

Step one: Get caught in the act. (streaky windows are a huge 'no-no.')
Step two: CARETAKER opens the window then orders you to lay your hands flat against the latch.
Step three: CARETAKER slams the window shut. (repeat until fingers are contused or fractured.)

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AN: I was debating whether or not I should post this, but I figured that Mitsuru must have had something bad like this in his childhood because of the constant "grr" mode he seems to always be in. Anyway, I'm not trying to imply that ALL foster care is bad. However, there are evil people who find amusement in other's pain and embarrassment. Eloise Darley is a fictional character created by my twisted imagination, and is not based on anyone in particular. (o.o so don't yell at me.)

My thanks to Saiyuki-Lvr, psychedelic aya, kat, and sorakeyblader03 for reviewing; I love to hear your comments. Please keep it up!

Other notes:

-If my French is correct, 'bête' means 'beast'.
-'Contused' (contusion) is a medical term for a bruise.

If there is anything else you're confused about, (or if I got something wrong,) please let me know. I'll change explain it in the next chapter.

Thanks for reading!!!! Please review! (feel free bitch at me, any review is better than no reviews.)