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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the originality of the story? No characters are mine except for the one's you don't know.

Title: Untitled
Author: Skry, Sukurai
Pairing: I forgot
Rating: Possible NC-17 if I ever finish.
Notes: Ok, I'm only posting the first and second chapter here to see how it does, if you want to find more chapters on this fic, you can checkout my LJ, Suku_Stories for more. I'll think about posting more on this site.

Chapter 1

“What about that one?”

“Hm? Which one?” he craned his neck to try and spot the one that was pointed out. His father pointed again.

“That one....think he’s good? His mane is a little... odd but stick a hat on him and you won’t notice It.” the younger man laughed.

“We could dye it to a normal color.”

The eldest man nodded.

“We can do that. Just not your color.” He shook his head with a laugh.

“Heh... Shall we go look at him?”

“Well I hope you will go look at him if you’re going to purchase him.”

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“Would you like to see him now?”

“Yes. Has anyone else looked at him?”

“No sirs. No one likes the color of his ... filthy mane.”

“Mm, can you bring him out please?” The grungy man nodded and scurried away behind a curtain to retrieve what was requested. A few seconds later the curtain was thrown open and the man reappeared, the sounds of chains clanking together letting everyone around know that he was coming back.

“Here you are. What do you think?”

“What do you think Daisuke?” the eldest man looked over to his son, who was a little taller then him. He inwardly rolled his eyes at his father’s use of his full name and turned his attention to the one that was standing hunched in the center of the three men.

“How old is he?”

“I’m not quite sure. He’s between 1 and a ½ to 2 decades.” The auctioneer bowed his head slightly. Daisuke made a small noise and took a small walk around the small man. His skin was filthy with smudged dirt and other things; his feet were almost completely light brown with small shackles and a small chain connecting them so he couldn’t escape, legs holding a few scrapes up to the knees and the rest hidden under torn dirt brown clothing. The clothes reeked of all different kinds of smells. His arms were filthy aswell with minor bruises along the forearms and large ones around his wrists from the shackles.

“Daisuke, hurry up. We were supposed to be back a while ago, people are waiting.” Another man, very short, scurried into the room and whispered at the auctioneer.

“Sirs... Someone else would like to see him, if you aren’t going to purch-”

“I’ll take him.”

“Well then, that’s settled. The man outside will pay for It.” the auctioneer nodded and handed Daisuke the chain that was linked to the small man’s neck.

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“Well that was the longest get together I’ve ever been to.”

“That wasn’t a get together, it was more like, we walk in and Die horribly from woman that can’t breathe because their dresses are too tight and they’re choking on their bosoms.” The older man laughed with a loud screech making the younger one cringe as they walked down the long spacious hallway to their respective rooms.

“I guess you’re right. Well this is where I get off. See you in the morning time Daisuke.” The son nodded and waved to his father before heading off in the opposite direction to his room. He made it there quickly since he wasn’t being held back by the other man and opened the door quietly and stepped in and closed it, flipping the lock aswell. He looked around his room for a moment and furrowed his thin brows together.

“Korane?” the fiery red headed called out quietly. “Korane where are you?”

A few moments later a lady, a little older than 45 rushed out of a door, leaving it cracked as he made her way to the redhead.

“Daisuke! Welcome home, let me get that for you.” He helped him out of the long jacket and rested it over one arm.

“Where is the new boy?” He looked almost hesitant.

“H-he’s sleeping sir.”

“Sleeping? It’s not even bedtime yet.”

“Well he gave us a bit of a struggle when we were cleaning him up and I guess he wore himself out.”

“I hope he didn’t give you too much trouble or hurt anyone.”

“No-no! Not at all, he just didn’t seem to want to be cleaned. We couldn’t get him unclothed, nor into the bath, and once we did he kept slapping our hands as if we were bad children.” She chuckled softly.

“I hope you slapped him back.” She laughed again and shook her head, turning to walk to the closet. She slid a door open and found a hook to place the jacket on. As she walked around the spacious room, she picked up discarded clothing and anything else that littered the floor. The room was almost about the size of a mini hall, with an oversized bed, large chest, nightstands on either side of the bed both littered with things. There were two large mirrors, one by the bedroom door and one by the bathroom and a large round table, mostly for show because it hasn’t been used. The closet was about a quarter size of the room, half filled with clothes (which were enough to clothe a tribe) and half empty, and candles all around the room which were the room’s only light source besides the balcony doors. The bed was clothed in the finest and most ornate dressing, and underneath the fancy top quilt was a thickest blanket made of fur.

“Where is he? Can you bring him out?” Korane nodded and hurried off to the bathroom where she came from. A moment later she and four other women (around the mid twenties) came out, Korane leading the way, and each woman holding the end of a blanket, with the boy he had mentioned, sleeping in the center of the blanket. The redhead walked over; meeting them half way and looked down at the yellow haired sleeping boy, sound asleep and half wrapped up in a thin fur blanket.

“He’s been asleep for the past few hours now.” Korane informed him. He nodded and looked at the four women quickly.

“Ah... Is his bed ready yet?” Korane shook her head.

“Not yet. They haven’t finished clearing out your closet yet. They were going to do it in the morning.”

“Oh...well you can put him on my bed; he must be heavy for you.” The girls giggled somewhat and shook their heads.

“He’s actually very light. And since there are four of us, it’s not at all that heavy.” The one that spoke looked over to the bed, noting that it was still as high as the last time she had seen it and looked back down at the blanket. The redhead seen the glance back and forth and took a hint even though it wasn’t intended to be acted upon. He quickly pulled his hands out of his pockets that had managed to get there when he was talking to Korane. He offered his hands out and the girls looked at him strangely.

“Give him to me, I’ll take it from here.” They nodded slowly and hoisted the blanket up a little; he half bent and nudged his hands under the limp body, pulling the dormant boy up and out of the cradling blanket. He was surprised at how light he was and held him gently in his arms, the body relaxing into the one that was holding him, not really aware of it but not caring either. He made a small noise as his head rested on the broad shoulder, one arm curled against his shoulder and the other dangling at his side.

“That will be all, thank you.” He nodded to the girls and after a moment of staring at him, they nodded and scurried back to the bathroom. Korane nodded and waved to him as she followed after. The tall man walked around the bed and gently laid the young man on the surface and pushed him in a little so he didn’t fall off the edge. He stared at the clean face, his cheeks soft looking and a little chubby, and after a moment he couldn’t resist and reached out to touch the cheeks, as soft as he thought it would be. He smiled inwardly and flicked an unruly lock of yellow out of the way. He poked the cheek gently a few times and loomed over the sleeping boy’s face.

“Hey... Hey you.” He prodded it again. “Hey... are you going to wake up anytime soon?” he waited for a response and got none. Frowning slightly, he pinched the nose closed and held his hand firmly over his mouth, stopping any possible breathing from happening. The boy tried turning his head from side to side to get his breath back while being lazy but failed and had to use his hands. The quickly reached up, trying to push the objects blocking his path away. He whined softly and pushed harder. When he got whatever it was away, he turned on his side to keep whatever it was at bay and clutched at the thin fur blanket. After he turned around, the blanket had fallen to the side, exposing the backside of his lower half; his pale milky looking skin seemed to glow in the light of the various candles around the room. The redhead perked a thin brow and stared at it for a moment as if it were calling to him. He reached a hand out to see if the lower cheeks were as smooth as the upper ones but refrained, and instead grabbed the blanket and covered him up again.

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes to clear his mind and turned back to the sleeping boy.

“Well are you going to get up or not?” though he already knew the answer he just felt like speaking. “Then move over.” He nudged the boy and walked away to change into his night clothes. Disappearing into the closet, he shed the clothes and shoes and changed into a long night shirt that reached down to his shins and made his way back to the bed. “You wouldn’t have woken up by any chance, have you?” Bunching the gown-like shirt around his thighs, he lifted his leg and crawled onto the high bed, nudging the other more towards the center of the bed to make room for him self. “Tomorrow you have to go sleep somewhere else.” He grunted and settled onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a while as he waited for the sleepy feeling to settle in on him, but for some reason it seemed to be stalling. Maybe it was because he wasn’t used to going to sleep earlier than the usual time, or probably because there was someone in his bed that he didn’t know.

He sighed and perched himself on his elbows as he kicked his feet out, trying to kick the blanket down so he could get underneath them but failed and had to use his hands. He pulled them down and got underneath, straightening his legs out and pulling the blanket comfortably over the length of his body. Sighing deeply, the redhead turned his vision to the side, towards the direction of the door and tried to urge the sensation onto him self.

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