An epiphany made me want to write this despite being busy... I am also not feeling so well, either way, it is 1:34 am and I am uploading this!

I am trying to train myself to write without contractions... English class reasons lol, although there will be when someone speaks, alright?

NO I AM NOT DEAD!

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WARNING: Child imprisonment, non-con/rape and other themes.

CANVAS

A canvas, smudges of black all over, barely able to see any colour. None at all.

That is how Kira liked to think of his life; as he was locked in a small, dark room, all alone. There was only one window in the room, but there was no way, no way at all, to reach it. Maybe, if he was lucky, the sunlight would reach a point in time where it would sneak into the room, just a little, and he would be able to feel it. Sometimes, if he was lucky, the man, his owner, would let him stand in front of a window, as for it was needed for his health. However, it was only when no one was around and the streets were as desolate as his room.

No matter, whenever he would bask in the sun, he would always imagine it to be the warmth of love. That is how he would have liked it to been. His life, however, apparently decided not to give him the privilege. He did not remember his parents, their faces, their voices… nothing. He was taken away, years ago; he had lost count of the days, months, years.

Kira lay broken on his stained bed. His blank eyes watched as a man zipped up his pants and made his way out the door, looking back at Kira once more before smirking and closed the door behind him. Arrivederci. Kira's weak eyes rose to look at the black camera that was hanging in a corner of the room near the door. He stared for a few minutes before his eyes slid closed. He still could feel all the aches and pains all over his naked body, his nether regions felt wet, however, he was used to it. He passed out.

Xxx

BROKEN.

That's what they had done to him. They had broken him. How old was he when he was taken away? He had forgotten, but he vaguely remembered it being his seventh or eighth birthday..? Ah… he was about ten now then. Eleven maybe?

A man walked in with a tray of stale looking bread, soup, and a cup of water. Kira was sitting as he watched all the man's movements, from when the man walked in, set the tray on the bedside table and when his hand connected with Kira's left cheek. Kira, despite the tears forming in his eyes, kept a blank expression. The man scoffed.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" He asked with his gruff voice. "You got something you want to say you little slut?"

"How old am I…?" Kira asked with his hoarse voice. The man furrowed his brows.

"Like…" The man paused to think. "From the time you became a freaking slut, you were like eight, so now you're ten."

"Ten…," Kira repeated slowly.

"Sure…," The man muttered, stepping outside the room. When the door closed, Kira heard it lock and then he knew he was trapped inside once again. Two years…

Kira held up his ten fingers. "Ten… I'm ten years old."

Xxx

ROKUDO MUKURO FIRST MEETING

When Kira first saw him, he was basking in the sun at a high window. His owner was not paying attention to what was happening outside. There was a boy… with strange looking hair. Kira looked around the room, which happened to have a painting hanging on one of the walls. It was a fruit painting. Kira would stare at when he was in the room. The names of the fruits were written at the bottom. Apple… pear… orange… pineapple… Ah!

"Pineapple," Kira murmured, happy that he had managed to accomplish something despite being locked up. The boy seemed to be alone as he walked through the streets. Kira stopped to wonder where in the world this was… Italy? Japan? …France? Shrugging his shoulders with a sigh, Kira returned his gaze to star at the boy, only to find him staring up at him. Kira blinked; his expression blank.

The boy had two coloured eyes, one was a beautiful and vibrant red and the other was a lovely shade of blue. Kira had only seen dull colours, this boy had drawn him in. The boy continued to stare up at him while Kira stared down. The boy smiled while Kira was still expressionless. He didn't know how to smile anymore. Not for two years. The pineapple boy didn't look discouraged at all. He seemed quite amused as Kira tilted his head to the right in puzzlement.

The boy made a gesture with his hands. Inviting him. Come outside. Kira shook his head. There was no way Master would allow that. The boy looked confused. Why not? Kira opened his mouth, only to choke as the collar he had around his neck tightened as it was being tugged back. His hands immediately shot up and tried to stop it from choking him. He turned around to see his owner glaring at him.

"Da fuck at you doin'?" He growled.

"Trying to name the things outside," Kira lied blankly. The man's eyes narrowed as he scoffed and smacked Kira. Kira's back hit the window and the collar and leash choked him. Kira looked outside to see the boy staring with wide eyes before his master turned around and Kira mouth something to the boy before being dragged along.

Arrivederci.

Xxx

CLIENTS

Kira was not sure what his master was doing while he was locked inside of the room. Sometimes he heard the men, the clients, say that they were paying quite a lot for him, but he was a good fuck. Kira was not sure if he should be happy, sad or angry. He assumed the latter. He should not be happy about anything.

Kira was lying on his bed when a man came in. A client.

"Ciao, Kira," The man said grinning perversely.

Just get it over with… Kira would always think and never voice it out. He would get slapped and beaten. Master did not like him talking back to the customers in any rude way, if they disapproved of him, he would feel his owner's wrath.

Kira had tears forming in his eyes as he took the man into his mouth. The large hand on the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his dirty-looking chestnut brown hair and making him move his head back and forth, taking the length all the way until it hit the back of his throat, making him gag as he shot his load down his throat, some seeping out his mouth.

"Swallow," The man commanded. Kira did so. "Good. Get on your hands and knees."

Kira said nothing as he did as he was told. Two fingers were roughly shoved into his hole as Kira felt the tears roll down his cheeks as he bit his lip. The fingers dipped in and out without any care. Either way, it was the best he was going to get. Some men just plunged right in. Kira inhaled sharply when he heard unzipping as he braced himself.

Kira gripped the sheets as he screamed. No! No! Take it out! PLEASE!

"Do you like it?" The man grinned as he thrusted deeply into Kira. Say yes. A silent command.

"Y-yes!" Kira moaned. No! No fucking way!

"Heh, you little whore," The man hissed as he took one deep thrust and spilled his load into the screaming boy. Kira felt something warm sliding down his behind as he took shallow breaths and pants.

Kira lay on the bed, blank eyes staring at the plain white walls of the room as he man left.

Xxx

MASTER

"Suck it," Master growled at him. Kira nodded and took his owner's length into his mouth. "Heh, you slut. You look so fucking eager to suck my big cock." Kira sucked and bobbed his head. He was forced to. "You love cock, don't you?"

Kira let out a muffle cry as his master shoved his member deeper into his throat. "That's it… deep throat it you little whore."

Kira lay on the bed once again, staring at the camera.

I wonder what Master's name is…

Xxx

ROKUDO MUKURO SECOND MEETING

RESCUED

"Fucking orgy night," his master murmured. Kira blinked blanky. What was that? "Guess what little slut? You get to go outside."

Kira's eyes widened a little. Outside? Outside outside? Or just a window outside? His master frowned. "Don't get your fuckin' hopes up, you got that? You're gonna get so fucked so fucking hard you won't be able to walk for days… not that you do anyways."

Kira was blank, yet still, despite his master's words, he held the slightest bit of hope.

…

Kira felt a tug on his collar, his master leading the way while he held the leash. Kira took a breath, his pace seemed slow. A harsh tug on the collar made him speed up. Outside… he was outside… It felt so surreal, like one of the strange paintings in the room where he basks in sunlight. His eyes turned half lidded as he felt a small breeze brush against his cheeks, as if promising him something. He knew he was thinking wishfully, but something told him… maybe… tonight would be different. Just maybe…

Maybe it was the fresh air getting to him. Either way, he felt refreshed, if you could call it that.

…

Pain.

That's all he felt that night. Kira was bent over, some men holding him down as he was thrusting into. He screamed, begging, his mouth in return was gagged with another man's member. Master watched, even joining in. Kira expected no less, but he could not think straight with all the pain that shot through his body. A mixture of delicious pain and feelings of sickening and disgusting pleasure, Kira could not decide which was better.

After all these years… Kira was a masochist.

It hurt, yes it did, but it made him know he still existed, that he was not dead and the room was not a cell that informed him on it. No… he was alive… He still had a chance… Another thrust and he was filled once again.

Screams.

Not Kira's…

Painful cries and pleads for help. Kira lay broken on the grass, his body covered in semen, sweat and blood.

His raised his weak head and looked around slowly. Many of the men lay on the ground. A vibrant red… blood? Kira weakly spat out the semen from his mouth as he sat up. A pair of feet were before him. Kira's eyes moved from the feet to the legs and up until he saw the person's face. A boy… the pineapple boy. Kira opened his mouth as semen slid out of his mouth, making the boy grimace.

Barely a whisper. Will you kill me too? Almost a plea.

The boy shook his head. "No. You deserve something better…" The boy spoke slowly. He looked at the bloody trident in his right hand. "What's your name?"

"…Kira…. I think…," Kira said hoarsely. Mukuro frowned. He crouched down and examined the boy's features as they could be seen in the light of the full moon. Mukuro grimaced and grabbed some man's shirt and ripped a bit of it, dabbing and wiping Kira's face.

"Nice to meet you… I am Mukuro. Rokudo Mukuro."

Kira remembered that name.

Xxx

"Tamunara," Mukuro muttered as he read through some papers that were on a desk in the exceptionally large house that Kira had resided in. "Tamunara Kira…"

Kira stepped into the room, only wearing a large t-shirt. Mukuro raised an eyebrow.

"It was the only thing Master had… that I didn't trip over," Kira murmured. Mukuro's eyes narrowed.

"You don't need to say that name anymore," Mukuro said. "You'll help me create a new world, right?"

Kira nodded and looked at the papers in Mukuro's hands.

"Tamunara Kira," Mukuro read. "You're Japanese?"

Kira shrugged. Mukuro hummed thoughtfully.

Kira tilted his head to the side as Mukuro slipped Kira's profile and information into a bag he found in the house and gestured for Kira to follow. Food, money, clothes, Mukuro collected and packed things from the house. Kira blinked as he saw a book in one of the rooms as he roamed around. Opening it, he managed to read a little of it.

-sama. Used for high respect.

Kira paused before reading on. "Mukuro-sama…" He murmured thoughtfully. Yes. That what Kira would call his new leader.

The boy that had started to paint colours on his stained canvas.

"Kira?" Mukuro asked, stepping into the room.

"Yes, Mukuro-sama?" Kira asked. Mukuro blinked.

"What did you call me?" He asked.

"Mukuro-sama," Kira repeated. Mukuro raised an eyebrow and then looked at the book in Kira's hands. His mouth formed and o and he chuckled. Kira blinked. Mukuro laughed strangely. Kufufu resounded in the room.

Like Chikusa… Mukuro thought. "Anyways, shall we go?"

Kira nodded. Mukuro paused to stare at Kira before tossing an apple at him. "Eat that first." Doing as he was told, Kira bit into it, savouring the succulent taste and flavor as it rolled on his tongue. Mukuro watched in amusement. "Have you never had an apple before? Despite living in this big house?"

Kira stared at Mukuro before swallowing the apple. "I was locked and kept in a small tiny room. I only had stale bread, water and weird tasting soup…"

"…" Mukuro's eyes narrowed. "Well now, it's going to be different."

Kira nodded. Mukuro looked at Kira before Kira blinked, as he was handed something. "Put those on." Kira looked down to see clothes… that were his size. Kira nodded and unbuttoned the large shirt. Mukuro blinked. "You're not going to go into another room or ask me to leave?"

"Why?" Kira asked, tilting his head, he was halfway done unbuttoning.

"… That's right, I forgot…," Mukuro murmured grimly. He watched Kira undress, the large dress shirt sliding off his shoulders to reveal a very unhealthily skinny body underneath. Scars were over his torso and the mark of the collar that once was, evident all over. The collar had faced Mukuro's trident's wrath earlier that morning. Once Kira had changed, the clothes looked a little loose, for the fact that Kira was stick thin…

Extending a hand, Mukuro looked at Kira and vice-versa.

"Shall we go?"