A/N- Hey guys, like last time I want to apologies about being late with this update. The life of a part time writer leave me very little time to write D :, You should know that I haven't forgot about this story, and I'll also take this opportunity to thank everyone who read, reviewed and put this story on his alert or favorite list, thank you for your support!

Next chunk of text is background information about the story, feel free to skip it.

My inspiration for 950A asteroid comes from a real space object named- Hyperion, a moon of Saturn, if you want to, you can google image it and see for yourself. It is disturbingly beautiful.

My inspiration to the "Gold and Silver" regime comes from the classical Greek philosopher Plato and his noted book "The republic" where he talked about the quality of humans and referred them to the qualities of metals. If I remember correctly, the Gold were meant to rule, the Silver were meant to be soldiers and the Bronze were plain civilians. I took it a bit further and added more metals, as will show (I hope) in upcoming chapters.

Now, who said that reading fanfiction cannot educate you? Lol… ok to the update we go-

Warning- hints of sex and violence (as always O_0), suicide.

Silver and cold

"Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, This time
Turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another…"

Thirteen senses- Into the fire

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Thirteen

"Where is Kanou-san?" Ayase asked Zack as they headed to the showers.

The dark skinned man smiled and ran a hand through his dreadlocks. "I don't know, kid, Hassan said he took off with no reason. He does that sometimes. Miss him already?"

Ayase lowered his gaze biting on his lip.

"Just teasing, kiddo, lighten up!"

Marcus stepped out of the showers with three other men who looked like they were rushed out of it, one of them sent an angry glare at Zack who returned that gesture with a smile.

"The coast is clear, Ayase, I've checked it twice, you can go in." Marcus said. "We'll be just outside to keep watch."

"Thanks."

Marcus nodded and held the door open for Ayase, and as he took a hesitant step in, a group of men appeared from one corridor, all dressed in white and heavily guarded by armed androids.

Zack froze on his spot and Marcus's black skin got so pale as if he'd seen ghosts.

"God bless." Zack moved his hand to form the sign of the cross.

"Who are they?" Ayase's eyes followed the slow march of the men clad in white, he thought he had already got the color of every team figured out, but he didn't know that there was a white group too.

"Those poor fuckers are on their way to be executed." Marcus said after the parade disappeared from sight. "They are going to join the thirteen team, the team of the dead."

"The white team sucks." Zack agreed.

"Why?" Ayase asked, trembling "Why are they going to be executed? What did they do?"

"Three things will get you executed here." Zack said. "The big three 'F's."

Marcus picked up where Zack ended. "If you get cough stealing food, or sabotaging a facility or if you get your hands on firearms, you get executed."

"There is nothing we can do for them, Ayase, they are as good as dead, better forget their faces already. Get into the showers, would you?"

oOOo

Gion was on the lookout, the past few days were more than exhausting; they've been a total nightmare. He tailed Kanou around like a puppy, from the gym to the kitchen, from the wakeup-call to the lights-out, but there's a limit to this strategy, and after he finished his chores, Kanou was nowhere to be found.

Not that the man owed him anything, but Gion was really pissed at him for falling off the map. Panic threatened to overtake him, he had to think fast, he had to avoid his teammates at any cost, even by ditching the dormitory, switching groups but where will he go? Who will take him in with his reputation?

He decided to think things over in the shower, nothing like a hot steaming cascade of water to warm up the brain. Most of his teammates were heading for dinner anyway, just another plus to his brilliant plan.

'You'll think of something' he assured himself, under the gentle caress of the water. 'You are smart, and young, and way too good looking to die by the hands of those incompetent baboons'. There was a way out, and he only needed time and inspiration to find it.

"There you are!" a voice resonated through the empty showers room.

Gion looked up, shampoo running down his eyes, but still he could recognized the Greens that entered the room, the ones he owed a huge amount of Credit, leader included.

"Hey you guys." He greeted them grinning like he had found his long lost pals. "I was just thinking of you."

There were five of them, two held clubs, one held an iron pole, the last two needed nothing but their fists.

"What a coincidence…" The Green leader snarled "We were just thinking about you too."

"About the Credit you owe us." Another inmate added, in case the concept eluded Gion.

"Yes, I know…" Gion said, smiling still, but fear crept into him, without the warmth of the water; he would have been a shivering mess right now. "And you should know that I work day and night to patch up a new deal that will not only repay my debt but also earn you a great fatty interest. I just need a day or two to close all the loose ends…"

The leader snarled again, swaying the club in his hand. "I've heard that before. Don't you agree guys? We've all heard this tune before."

"Yes we did, and it is getting old." Said the one with the iron pole.

Gion measured the situation and found it grim and disturbing, his mind raced, running every scenario possible, though the vast majority of them ended up with him being dead.

"Guys, violence is a huge mistake. Just think about it, if you hurt me now, you won't see your Credit ever again."

"Well, there's a fat chance we will never reach that happy day." The Green leader sighed. "At least this way, we get to have some fun."

And this was the signal, for everyone to charge.

oOOo

Kanou was not going to show up for dinner either; Ayase noted to himself as he proudly ate his first rightfully earned meal- a toast and a small salad on the side.

Zack sneaked a boiled egg into his plate and Marcus contributed two chunks of cheese.

Ayase thanked them, blushing, but Marcus only frowned at him and Zack chuckled a "Don't mention it."

As always after dinner, all blacks gathered in their dormitory for few hours of leisure before lights out. Some played cards; others smoked or drank, few read from old tattered newspapers.

Ayase walked into the beds filled hall and to his surprise, he recognized some of the faces already, he even managed to pick up some of the names, but he dared not catch their gaze, there was no way to deny it, without Kanou-san's protection, they'd be more than happy to rape him to death.

He stayed close to Zack and Marcus, as they walked in, afraid to stumble into one of the men that attacked him last night, was it just last night? It felt like eons ago.

"I'm off to bed." Marcus said, grunting "Those old bones can't keep going for much longer."

"Night, then." Zack said, smiling "Sweet dreams."

"Yeah…" the old man sighed with such longing, making Ayase wonder who did Marcus longed for.

"Good night." Ayase smiled at Marcus but the man was already gone.

Some of Zack's mates came to greet him, offering him a bottle of beer and inviting him to a game of cards.

Ayase could feel the man's dilemma, Zack wanted to join his friends, but he also wanted to look after Ayase. Poor guy, he has been on the babysitter role the whole day long, he deserved the break.

"I think I'll call it a day and go to Kanou's bed to sleep." Ayase said. "Good night."

Zack looked relieved and smiled "You know the way?"

"Sure, the last bed next to the wall, I cannot go wrong."

"Night, Kiddo."

As Ayaes climbed on the mattress, he wondered if he could get any sleep in this bed, after all only last night… Last night… Ayase shivered, so cold. He wrapped himself in Kanou's blanket, which was thicker and larger than his own.

For a while, he could only listen to the voices outside the improvised veil of sheets that gave him a fake sense of privacy, he could hear the shouts, the laughter, the cries and the moans, like a mad house. Would it be like this for the rest of his life?

A black cloud came hovering down on him, and he suddenly realized why some chose not to bother getting up in time for the line-up, he felt a prick of envy at the white team.

oOOo

The conversation with Someya left Kanou with a sense of unease he didn't realize the contradiction living inside of him, until the gold slapped him for the way he treated Ayase. Yet, he carried that contradiction for a while now, ever since he met the leader of the rebels, the man who saved his life and opened his eyes to the unpleasant truth, Ayase's father.

He spent three weeks with that man, recovering from an almost lethal injury, and the man only talked and shared classified information with him. He didn't execute him, or imprisoned him, or punished him in any way, and when Kanou was healthy enough, he did the most unthinkable thing of letting him go. He took a dying Silver, a dangerous enemy into his ship, nurtured him back to health and then let him go.

For doing so, Kanou despised him, condemning him as degenerate and weak as the Union leaders claimed him to be. But for some reason, the poison of his words slowly infested his blood, to the point that one day; he refused a direct order to fire on am unarmed civilian rebel ship.

That was the reason he ended up in 950A, and the reason why he hated Ayase as much as he liked him.

He finished his rounds, checking on the men he punished this morning, making sure they have completed their chores. Then he met up with Hassan at the kitchen and went though the figures again, discussing the best ways to use the group's credit for gearing up before the downstairs duty.

After that, he made a quick visit to the technical warehouse, spending some of his own private credit and only then, he headed back to the dormitory.

As Kanou stepped into the dormitory, everyone were way into their relax mode, but once he walk in, the atmosphere changed completely, became tense and agitated. People stopped their doing, laid their cards down, ceased their laughter, some even tried to hide their cigarettes and booze.

They were afraid of him; terrified and highly alerted to his every move, not without a good reason… great… he wouldn't have it any other way. Better keep your rabid wild dogs under a short leash.

He walked into the hall, maneuvering between rows of beds and huddles of people, ignoring the curious glances they sent at the box he was carrying with him.

Even Zack raised his head over his hand of cards and sent a questioning glare, but Kanou's face projected a 'Stay out of my away' look, so he turned back to his game.

Kanou reached for his bed and opened the curtains with one swift motion.

Ayase flinched at the sight of him, curling further into a ball, trying to take as less space as possible.

Kanou stared into those bright blue eyes, filled with fear and he found himself wishing there was something he could do about it, this little blonde boy was the only soul in 950A, Kanou wanted to find no fear in.

"I got you some stuff." He placed the box on the mattress, and Ayase just blinked at him, not moving from his spot. "It's all for you, don't you want to take a look?"

No movement and no sound.

"Fine." Kanou grunted and set on the bed, letting the box come between them. Like a magician pooling bunnies out of a hat, he started fishing out the goods from inside.

"An extra fleece blanket." He pulled a soft black fabric out of the box. "One cannot have too many blankets, trust me." He placed the blanked at the boy's feet, but Ayase was not ready to move yet.

Moving on, he drew out the next two articles. "A thermal shirt and thermal pants, very expensive but also very useful, when we go downstairs or when the heating system breaks down, which happens more often that it should."

Ayase nodded his hands tight over his knees.

"Gloves… useful for the same reasons."

Ayase nodded again, licking his lips.

Next thing out of the box was a white plastic pot. "A chamber pot." Kanou explained "So you won't have to wake me up every time you have to take a piss in the middle of the night."

Ayase blushed silently.

"One last thing… Flashlight, the batteries are already inside. It will come in handy at many times, I'm sure… are you crying?"

Ayase nodded without a sound, tears forming in his eyes and falling on his cheeks.

"Why?" Kanou couldn't hide his frustration, he expected the boy to be happy, or at least grateful, but this? How did this happen?

"Thank you very much for everything." Ayase said finally, his voice shivering.

"I thought you'd appreciate that stuff." Kanou pouted like a rejected six year old, it almost made Ayase laugh and weep at the same time. "I thought…"

"I do, I like it… a lot… all of it, very much." Ayase continued, sniffing. "It is just… it is just…"

"Just what?" Kanou barged into his words, angry.

"It just makes everything more real… all those stuff… got me realize I'll be here for a long time."

Kanou's anger washed away as quickly as it appeared. "Yes, I can get that…" he admitted reluctantly. "Nothing much to do about it, though." He said, thinking of the crazy Kuba brothers along the way.

Ayase wiped the tears off his face, scolding himself for being such a child. 'Face reality!' he reminded himself, and with the same breath he started undressing.

Kanou was busy putting the new articles in their suitable place and he didn't notice Ayase was naked until he put the box down on the floor and gazed at him.

"So how was your first… day?" he mumbled at the naked beauty.

oOOo

His first day was the worst nightmare ever, no, scratch that, a nightmare is something you can wake up from.

He was in a living, breathing hell, that he saw no way out of.

At his first night as a proud member of the Orange team, they gave him a welcoming prep talk, saying that his Candy position was just a stepping stone and if he proved himself worthy, he'll become a full member of the team. They told him that he should be proud of becoming an Orange, a team where every member was equal, and all had the same privileges, yippy fucking yay.

And after this pompous speech, the inmates of this noble orange team set up a vote to decide about the order in which he will give head to every member of the group.

So he spent all night long, sucking every filthy, sweating, unclean dick in the dormitory, and some of them even brought friends from the Yellow and Red team, something about social network up keeping.

It didn't help much when he puked few times, and they didn't bother with taking him for dinner, joking about his highly protein nourishment he gracefully extracted from them.

So Jeremy had so little sleep at night, waking in the morning with the taste of a graveyard in his mouth, and was handed the delightful chore of cleaning every loo in the section.

Yes, the Orange team was on hygiene duty, and as a proud member he was expected to pitch in, and who knows, this might be the stepping stone of his getting ahead.

Fortunately, he was giving the master key to every lavatory in the section, one of them was in the infirmary, and when no one saw it, he sneaked into one of the operating rooms, where there was a body on the operating table, all dressed in white.

"Fuck Organ" he said to the dead dude "The white team is the best." He grinned at the lucky bastard. "You don't mine, I hope." He reached for a drawer and slipping a surgical knife into his pocket.

The next motherfucker who shoves his dick up Jeremy's throat will lose his balls, and if that means he joins the white team too, well… fuck it

oOOo

He should have done it yesterday, but it is a funny thing about human beings, they never stop hoping. The desire for life was strong inside of him last night, what did he exactly hoped for? Some sort of kindness? Some sense of empathy? Sebastian could no longer remember. Yesterday he was so naïve but today he was wiser and older, much older, old enough to know all about 950A.

This place was worse than a death penalty; this placed was filled up with psychopaths, ruthless killers and mad men. Even if you came in a normal person, surviving in this distant, robot controlled hellhole, would slowly strip you from any remain of humanity. And he did not hate the men who raped him and beat him last night, he pitied them.

They were hollow shells, empty eyed, walking dead, and they had nothing to give him, so if he was disappointed at something, he was disappointed at his own stupidity, he should have done this a long time ago, he should have done it last night.

Sebastian forced himself out of bed, bleeding and broken and weak, every step was agony, every step a small victory.

All the Yellows were gone to their duties, and he was all alone, a neglected, broken doll.

Sebastian stopped three times on his way to the bathroom, and every time, to pick up the pace was a battle of will, but each time he won.

He reached for the bathroom and to the row of sinks, for some reason, he dared rising his gaze to the mirror. What he saw shocked him, he could not find his face within this mass of swollen flesh and smeared blood.

Vanity rose up in him, he mourned his lost beauty, and yet he almost smiled at the foolishness of this.

With broken fingers he opened the tap, and took a handful of water, mixed with his blood. The blue little pill was in his other hand, and he shoved it up his throat like some bitter medicine.

He drank the water and took the pill.

'There it is done!' he realized in shock. The Cold was inside him now, no turning back, but his stupid heart started beating so fast with fear, with wild hope that somehow he could escape this.

But it was done, Sebastian knew and waited for the drug to do its job.

It took longer than he hoped for, for a while nothing happened and he almost lost his mind with anxiety, was he wrong? Did they give him the wrong kind of pill?

But when the effect finally came, it came with a full force, weakening him at once, dropping him to the floor and it was so hard and cold, and he shivered, so cold.

He trembled on the bathroom tiles, contracting without control, body turning blue. His last thought was that this was more painful that they had promised it to be.

oOOo

And the androids brought another one to the emergency room, making it an all time record of inmates admitted to the room, four at the same time.

The ten consciousness inmates in the room ogled him, as the robotic doctor hooked him into the tubes.

"Do you know this guy?" one of the Reds asked and a fellow Orange shrugged.

"One of the Greens." A member of the Yellow group contributed to the conversation. "His own people wacked him."

"I bet three beers on the guy being thirteened by morning." Said one of the Reds.

"Three beers and a pack of cigarettes he's white in two more hours."

"You're on."

"Shout the fuck up, you cunts! It just happened now!"

"What happened?"

"What we've been waiting for, morons! He's awake!"

"Really?"

"Fucking about time!"

"Yeah, fucking time already."

Elrick set up in his bed, watching all the commotion around him without being able to make a sound, because of the tube that was still shoved into his throat.

The Reds, Oranges and Yellows all smiled at their long lost leader. "Welcome back, sir."

oOOo

"Isn't it part of our deal?" Ayase asked softly as Kanou stared at him, both astounded and drooling.

"Yes… but I…" Kanou actually struggled not to blush, or stutter for that matter.

Ayase hitched his breath, looking down his naked chest, breathing deeply. "I know where I am now." He whispered "And I am not going to struggle anymore, I'll do my part as long as you do yours."

Kanou felt disoriented, as if gravity decided to switch direction and everything was falling upwards now.

"Just… just please… don't hurt me like yesterday." The blonde shivered a mixture of fear and cold.

"Ayase…" Kanou's voice came out gentle and soft. "Last night… last night I lost control, and I am not proud of it. I am so sorry, it will never happen again."

The boy nodded half heartedly.

"But I do mean it, Ayase… This could be… good for you as well. I can make you enjoy it."

"You don't have to…"

"But I want to."

"As you wish, sir…" Ayase gave up.

And as promised, this time was different, much more tender and slower than before. Kanou was gentle and attentive and he tried his best to look less intimidating, but some things were just plain hopeless.

Ayase did not pass out, or felt any pain, and to his surprise he had an intense orgasm, on the last round.

After that, Kanou fell into sleep, very much content, cuddling Ayase from behind, hands protectively hugging his belly and torso, squeezing both bodies together with no space between them, Ayase could feel Kanou's heartbeat resonance through his own chest.

And he could not sleep, for a while he laid there, wondering if having an orgasm meant that everything was alright between them. Was this normal? Did it mean that this time it was not a rape? Was it possible to feel grateful and resentful at the same time?

'One day at the time.' Ayase decided and breathed deeply, tomorrow was another mystery he didn't care to unfold.

He listened to the sounds of nighttime at 950A, snores and mumbles and weeps, mechanical buzz, robotic hum, he even imagined what downstairs would sound like, wild wind lamenting in the deep tunnels.

Through a small slit in the curtains, Ayase could gaze out of the bars and into the corridors. In his struggle to sleep he counted every random robot passing by, and it worked, he felt sleep slowly reaching him, like a hesitating lover, and within the twilight of his consciousness he suddenly saw a small figure in white, floating down the corridor. Someone clad in all white, passed by in perfect stillness.

His heart raced, his body immediately tensed up, he jerked into a seating position, waking Kanou up at the process.

"What is it?" Kanou asked, grumpy but also concerned.

Ayase did not answer immediately, instead he glared out to the corridor, which was now empty again, and he wondered if he really did saw something for that brief second or that his mind was playing tricks on him.

The white figure didn't reappear.

"Ayase?"

"Nothing… It's nothing… I thought I saw something but…"

Kanou let out a frustrated growl and tagged at the curtains to completely shut them out. "Would you go to sleep already?"

"Yes, sir… I'm sorry."

Ayase returned to Kanou's warm embrace and pretended to fall asleep until he really did.

oOOo

TBC

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A/N- Well? I'd be happy to hear from you. Till next time take care