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Notes: "Let Forever Be" is by the Chemical Brothers.
::how does it feel like to wake up in the sun::
The blonde man standing above him was tall, had longer hair than the other.
He also had a horrified expression upon his face.
::how does it feel like to shine on everyone::
He bent, undoing the chains, and the whore's arms flopped to his sides.
The chains securing his ankles also were loosed.
He could feel the tingle of blood rushing back through his arms.
::how does it feel like to let forever be::
The man speared the boy with an icy blue gaze. "Stay there," he said, and left.
The boy half-heard voices. Words like "blood," "fuck," and "money." The blonde man yelling.
::how does it feel like to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter::
Then the blonde was back, wrapping him in the filthy sheets, scooping him up effortlessly. He tried to struggle, but he was tired.
He was barely aware that he was being carried out the door to the front desk, where the master of the parlor was.
::scream out sympathy::
"I'm buying him," the blonde informed the man. "Money is not an issue."
"Mr. Merquise--"
::how does it feel like to sail on the breeze::
The whore sighed quietly and retreated to oblivion.
::how does it feel like to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter::
He awoke to a cool cloth gently cleaning the dried blood from his chin. His eyes met cold blue ones.
"You're awake," the man said. He leaned back to survey his handiwork.
::scream out sympathy::
The boy sat up, aware that he was mostly clean, and in a new place.
::how does it feel like to make it happening::
However, there was still dried blood on his inner thighs, and up to his buttocks.
::how does it feel like to breathe with everything::
"I purchased you," the man told him. "My name is Milliardo Peacecraft. You may call me 'Master.'"
::how does it feel like to let forever be::
"And you will earn your keep."
The whore nodded.
::how does it feel like to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter::
"Have you a name?" Peacecraft asked.
"N-no." His throat was still raw. He coughed once, twice.
::scream out sympathy::
"I'll name you then," the blonde said. "You will be Heero Yuy, after the great pacifist."
::how does it feel like to be a christophe::
The wet cloth moved between the boy's legs, and he flinched.
"Not yet, then," Peacecraft murmured, as if making a note to himself.
::how does it feel like to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter::
The newly-christened Heero Yuy shuddered as the gentle cleansing movements reached his buttocks.
::scream out sympathy::