AU's and Short Stories

A Million Men

~Warning, this story contains content that might be uncomfortable to some people as well as a little bit of strong language. Readers digression is advised.~

I'm five years old
Sleepin' with a million men.

"Are you ready sweetie?" I could hear my mommy say to me, pulling on her rubber gloves. I nodded and looked at myself in the mirror. Soon, my boring black hair will be replaced with beautiful blonde hair. She went strand by strand, brushing my dark hair with the light colorant and folding it in the tin foil.

After mommy had finished, she put me under the big hair dryer to let me dry. Of course, she wanted to take pictures to put on the website. She always wanted to put pictures on the website. A lot of people liked my pictures, so it gave us money. As long as we where okay, and as long as my mommy was happy, then I'll do anything I need to so it can stay that way. Especially after my daddy left us, things have been tough.

"The boys are going to love these pictures~!" My mommy said with a smile on her face. I smiled back and she snapped one last picture. The last time I was ever truly happy.

I'm 10 years old
Runnin' from a million men.

"Perfect! Keep that pose!" My mom said as she snapped a picture of me, my blonde hair framing my face and draping over my blue dress. The black hat on my head felt heavy and the black gloves on my hands felt like cheep material. Nevertheless, I kept my pose and let my mother take her pictures. Is that camera new? I can't tell.

"All right," mom said, putting down the camera. "Thats enough for today. Go get dressed. Mr. Masakoto is waiting for you on the other room. And remember, the louder you moan, the more he pays."

I nodded and took off the gloves and hat. My mother looked at me and sighed. "Your roots are comming back. I'll have to take you into the salon and get that fixed."

I blushed softly. "Can't we let my natural hair grow back...? I mean, while it grows back, my hair will be two different colors... it's very popular with anime girls..."

"Hmm..." my mother hummed and walked over to me, taking a strand of my hair and examining it. "I'll think about it. Now, go, go. Mr. Masakoto is an impatient man."

I nodded and walked behind the changing screen. I took off my dress and sighed softly, looking at myself in the mirror. Bruises covered my back from yesterday. I felt as though my body was decaying right in front of me. Shaking off the feeling, I put on my lingerie and went to go meet Mr. Masakoto in the guest room.

He smiled at me as I entered the room. "Hello Miharu~!" Mr. Masakoto wasn't particularly handsome, but he was one of the younger men that used my services. And he was loaded.

"Hello Mr. Masakoto..." I said, putting on a not-so-obviously fake smile. He beckoned me over with his finger and I obliged, sitting on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. He began to kiss my neck, feeling up and down my body. The sicking feeling came back, but I gulped it down and toughed through it.

It was so sudden when the door slammed open and the police barged in. Mr. Masakoto pushed me off of his lap and I fell to the ground with a thud. I watched as the police cuffed Mr. Masakoto and dragged him out of the room. Another officer helped me up and put a robe around my body, covering the lingerie.

"Are you all right, little miss?" He asked me. His eyes where kind and his voice was gentle. Tears began to stream down my cheeks, my mascara streaking as relief washed over me for the first time in a very long time.

"I am now..."

I'm 17
With a history of a million men.

Seven years of foster care can be a total bitch. I thought after that night that I was done being abused, but I was wrong. The foster care system is just crawling with sick perverts and assholes. After a while, I found that smoking dulls the pain. And, after that while, I actually was put into a nice home with a good family. It was a traditional family. A mom, a dad, me, and I even got a little brother, another foster kid named Jataro Kemuri.

He was a sweet kid, abused by his mom ever since he was a baby because she was jealous of his looks. Hell, he's gorgeous. Smooth, pale skin; large, beautiful grey eyes; an adorable button nose, God, it's hard to believe he's actually real. He was a little weird sometimes, but I loved him all the same.

With going into high school and being a druggie, I meet some weird people. Take my best friend Junko Enoshima, for instance. That girl is fucking crazy. A party animal with the body of a model. She was always dragging me into weird situations, and tonight was no exception.

We came back to my place, quietly giggling and stumbling over each other. I had agreed to let Junko stay the night, since that's what we had told our parents that's what we where doing anyways. My foster parents had gone on a business trip and Jataro was already asleep, so we had no one to reprimand us about being home at three in the morning.

We finally made it up to my room and I flopped on the bed. "Hey, I'm going to the toilet." Junko said from the doorway.

"Cool. You know where it is." I said, shooing her off. Once she was gone, I sat up and looked at myself in the mirror. I pushed my dark red and black hair over my shoulder and smiled, my red lipstick faded from partying hard. Sighing contently, I got up and stripped down to my underwear, getting ready for bed.

I waited for a while, and then curiosity struck. "Hmm... what's taking Junko so long...?" I muttered to myself, getting up and walking down the hall. I stopped when I heard familiar giggling coming from Jataro's room, his door wide open. Huffing, I walked over to the doorway.

"Hey-..!" I began, but I stopped dead cold. I had caught Junko reaching into Jataro's superman pajama pants while he was still asleep. Bad memories flooded over me like a tsunami, and I was suddenly filled with rage.

"Get away from him." I said through gritted teeth.

"Aww~! I was only going to have a little fun with him~!" Junko said, winking at me.

My blood was boiling. "I said, GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!"

Junko huffed and pulled her hand back, getting up and stepping away from him. "God! What's the big deal?"

I didn't answer her question. I just pointed out of the room. "Get out of my house."

"Excuse me?!"

"You heard me! Get out of my fucking house!!" I repeated harshly. An embarrassed and rage-induced blush spread across Junko's cheeks as she stormed out of the house, slamming the front door behind her.

"Mmm... sis...?" Jataro mumbled sleepily from his bed. I bit my lip and walked over to him, holding him close.

"It's okay, just go back to sleep." I shushed him. He obliged and was quickly fast asleep in my arms. I sighed and kissed his forehead. "I won't ever let anything bad happen to you... I promise."

~A/N: the song "A Million Men" is by Melanie Martinez, and Junko Enoshima and Jataro Kemuri belong to the Danganronpa Franchise~