Title: Earthbound Angels

Author: IceDragonGoddess (or Mystic)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Non-con in this chapter. Please forgive me for this, but it will improve, I promise. This sets up who they become.

Thank you to all who reviewed! I know you'd like longer chapters, and maybe that will happen later on, but for now, they're short!

Prologue Part 2

Broken Soul

Unable to watch Ryou writhe on the stage any longer, the young man did the only thing he could do. He turned away. Running a shaking hand through his long blonde hair, the man returned to his work. He walked slowly, back to the table where his customer was. Making sure to sway his hips as he went. The customers always liked it better when the black silk that was wrapped around his lower half, clung to him like a second skin. And the swaying made it do just that.

Stopping in front of the table, he gave his customer the once over. An older, balding man. In this world, it was the typical description for a married man getting some on the side. Smiling seductively, he tilted his head to the side, allowing the light from the candles to catch the rubies on his choker. Making him seemingly glow, and his unusual golden eyes only added to the effect. He was beautiful, he was exotic, and he had to be that way. When a small gasp escaped his customer, he knew the he would want him, and soon. His eyes narrowed in anger at the thought of what he would have to do, but do it he would.

"Sorry I took so long, I needed to check on a friend of mine. He's dancing tonight."

"It's no problem." the older man rasped. "Now, I think it's time I get what I paid for, don't you?" He reached up to cup the dancers face, running his calloused thumb against silky lips.

Ignoring the tears in his eyes, he youth nodded. "Of course, Sir. Come with me, for tonight, I will show you Heaven." Taking the hand of his customer, he led him into the backrooms behind the bar, or more specifically, the bedrooms. He led him through a long hallway, that was sparsely decorated, and was dimly lit. The shadows playing on the walls only added to the uncomfortable atmosphere. Then there were the low moans that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. For these were no moans of pleasure, but that of pain. For that was the true duty of a pleasure slave. To allow any and all to take pleasure from you in any way possible. Even if you could be hurt or... killed by it.

Taking a deep breath, the blonde youth stepped in front of a large, red door. Slowly, he slid the key into the lock, and turned it. The click of the lock, only served to make him feel cautious, and nervous. But there was nothing to be done. He slipped inside, and waited for his customer to follow him. Once they were both inside, and the door once again, locked, the youth asked the question all pleasure slaves were forced to ask. "Whats your pleasure, Sir?"

An evil smile came over the other mans face, as his eyes darkened in lust. "My pleasure, you ask? I want you, to bend over, now."

Golden eyes widened in surprise and horror. "Sir, I need to be prepared! I will tear, if I am not! You do not want blood on you, do you, Sir?" the blonde whispered frantically.

Smirking, the older man leaned close. "But that my boy, is where you are wrong. For that is exactly what I want!" With that, he closed the distance between them, and roughly smashed his mouth to the dancers. Whimpering, the blonde did the only ting he could think of to get loose. He bit him. With a cry of outrage, the older man, threw the youth to the bed. Wiping the blood from his lip, he turned to glare at the whore. "How dare you! And I was going to be nice! But no more, you like it rough, well thats exactly what you'll get!"

Snarling, the man pushed the blonde beauty to his hands and knees. "Is this rough enough for you?" Spreading the blondes cheeks, he smirked. "You're a virgin, aren't you? Hmm... well too bad for you, because this will HURT!" With that said, the man rammed his full length into the blonde. An ear piercing scream was let out. "Not to worry pretty, we're only beginning."

The youths rape lasted for hours. He bled, he cried, and in a way he died. Sliding out from between the blood stained sheets, he limped over to a mirror. His lips were bruised, bite marks down his neck, bruises on his face, this would not do at all. He would be punished for how he looked, of that he was sure. Tears finally spilled down his cheeks.

'I have nothing. My family is dead, my village burnt, and now what I had left was now ripped from me. I have nothing. My life has ended, and a new pain filled one has begun. I will protect my friends, since they are all I have left. Everything I held dear is now gone, so I must become someone else. This, begins my new life, as Jono of the Earthbound Angels.'

That night, once more soul was broken in "Heaven". And if you listened carefully, one more voice added to crying and screaming that night.