I'll Protect You (07 Ghost Fanfic)

Chapter One

A small, brown haired boy with large eyes that were an interesting mix of jade and emerald sat quietly on the floor of his cage, hands wrapped about his knees to obtain some degree of warmth, an almost non-existent feature of his prison.

He could hear screaming, shouting and furious thuds from upstairs. The world above, one he was forbidden from, unless on his Master's bidding. It sounded like a war, but that was impossible. If it were a battle, he would be summoned. After all, he was a sklave, a battle slave sold to the crazy chairman of the imperial army, Miroku Imoyani.

He had no problem with that, though. This was the only life he could remember. If there were no battles, he would be whipped and flogged every night, and if there were battles, that was his job. Not to mention getting a good spanking for every little injury that was sustained in any battle.

The voices became louder, he could hear them much more clearly, so he listened, upon curiosity.

"I said give him back, Miroku Imoyani!" Jeez, who was it that had to be loud? Give who back?

"That child is a sklave, he belongs to me! I bought him!" He had never heard Miroku shout like that.

"So what? You can buy illegal things, fine, but he is a child!" Someone else was just as loud, but not yelling. He was angry, but he was controlling it.

"That child belongs with us, Miroku Imoyani. It will be dangerous if he can't control his Zaiphon, and it will happen, unless you hand him over." This voice was softer, but had a firm tone to it.

More zings and ear-shattering noises. Those men upstairs were definitely using their Zaiphons.

"Fine, take the brat. He's right under our feet. I'll be coming for him." Miroku was surrendering?!

More than that, Miroku had said under their feet. He was the only sklave kept here. Why had they been looking for him? He was a nobody, after all. He didn't know anything but his name! Who were the people looking for him? Where would they be taking him, outside of this cold prison?

Not that it mattered. As Miroku always said, once a sklave, always a sklave. He hated Miroku, but no longer did he fear the man. He had seen the stats id one fight, and his Zaiphon level was much higher than Miroku's. But why should he escape? No, the one he feared was not Miroku anymore, but his son. The Admiral. Ayanami Imoyani.

Ayanami had achieved a Zaiphon level labeled Ungradable. The highest level to be reached. This was the man that Teito feared. The reason he hadn't escaped. The fact that Miroku allowed Ayanami to use him as a toy dummy at his pleasure. But by now, he was used to all of that.

Loud, calm heavy footfalls denoted that the said tormentor was approaching. Sure enough, the wavy silver mop of hair hanging over those cold merciless eyes swaggered haughtily into view.

"Hello, you little dog," Ayanami sneered. "Looks like you won't be seeing me for sometime. Will you miss me, hmm? Miss my hungry Zaiphon?"

Teito didn't answer. He knew better than that. Sklaves didn't answer, they didn't have a right to.

"Good. Well today is the last for a time. I suppose I must give you a memento." Ayanami snickered.

The Admiral elegantly shed his jacket, now clad in his shirt, he advanced towards the cage, while undoing the placket of his uniform trousers.

"I'll give you a good taste of me, of pain." Pulling Teito's naked figure closer forcefully, he roughly pushed the brunet's head towards his groin.

Teito had no idea of what was going to happen, but he wasn't hoping for anything good. An evil, sick smile crossed the Admiral's face as he thrust his hips forward, dragging forward the ten-year-old boy's head at the same time in perfect sync.

Teito's eyes widened as the large appendage was roughly pushed into his mouth. Anger coursed through his veins, but fear of being forced to endure this man's Zaiphon made him docile.

"Argh!" Teito spat out the disgusting, sticky white substance that had been ejected into his mouth.

"How insolent of you." Ayanami smirked, as he threw the child across the cage. "Stand up, dog."

Trembling from anger, hate, pain and fear, the boy obeyed helplessly, holding onto the metal bars of his cage slightly for some support.

"Turn your back to me." Teito shook. But obeyed. Because sklaves had only one job: to obey blindly.

Ayanami thrust his hardened erection into the unsuspecting boy's behind, making him bite his tongue. Experience had taught him that making any sound during a punishment or torture session would only worsen his treatment more.

He could taste the blood, the pain in his tongue was rapidly decreasing to a full ache. Not wanting to cry out by mistake, he quickly bit his tongue again, in a different area, making sure he didn't spill the blood. That was a factor the family loved - the sight of fresh blood, coating the victim.

"Oh, by Verlerone," Ayanami threw his head back and laughed. "I will come for you, dog! No one shall keep such an obedient toy from me, hah!!"

Teito didn't seem it safe to stop biting his tongue. Now he had all the more reason to keep his mouth shut, since it was full of his blood. Still, he hewed at another spot mercilessly, ruthlessly.

"Good...good. You know your place, my dog. Well, well, that sounds like my father had just maybe finished signing your contract. The one where he denounces you of freedom, my little toy. For now, the Church bastards will be taking you." As he spoke, Ayanami buttoned up his trousers.

Teito wanted to spit out the blood in his mouth, but he didn't dare. If he did, Ayanami would never leave, and he really didn't want that.

"AYANAMI!!" They both turned to the source of the sound, apparently the shadowed stairwell.

"Oh, so you were watching, Bishop? I truly hope you enjoyed the show." Ayanami laughed cruelly as he walked out, dressed and groomed perfectly.

"Are you okay?" Teito looked up weakly. He owed that much to whoever it was that had saved him.

"Hey, kid... Teito? You're Teito Klein, right, kid?" That strong voice, the first clear loud one. This was who it belonged to, this beautiful blond with deep, fathomless, warm sapphire eyes.

"Hey, kid..." Belatedly realising that he needed to speak, Teito reluctantly spat out the cool blood.

"Whoa!" The blond used a small Zaiphon to destroy the cage, and wrapped his arms around the thin figure, which was now heaving. "Easy!"

Teito struggled, fighting for breath. He had never been this humiliated, he was sure even the dogs didn't suffer like this. Tears sprang to his eyes as he finally began to understand what happened. He was oblivious to the sound of his name, and slowly slipped into the now welcome dark bliss.