Thread: Once Sacred

Present Time Warmth eluded him even after rubbing his hands up and down his arms hard enough to make his skin sting. How pathetic was he? Azusa hated himself. To only be wanted by a sick old perverted bastard. Maybe he was just a useless piece of ass. Hell no one wanted him anyways. What purpose could he possibly serve? He would stand on the platform and take peeks out into the crowds hoping that this time someone would even give half an attempt at bidding on him. He was a little on the thinner side from malnourishment. But that was no different than the majority of his cage mates. He wasnt too young or too old. Hell 17 was still illegal enough to be dangerous from some. Azusa gripped the tip of his pointed ears between his fingers and rubbed them softly. What was he gonna do? The puddles around him grew too deep for his comfort so he had to relocate. His small shape slunk from awning to doorways trying to avoid the nonstop rain. His drenched shoulders slumped over making himself smaller to the few wanderers left on the streets. A darkened shopfront offered a dry stop alongside the road. Leaning against the wall, he slowly slid his back down til his tired body landed on the semi-dry pavement. He pulled his legs in tight to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees. Biting his tongue to keep from shivering, he rested his head against his knees. Whimpering quietly he slowly slipped into fitful sleep with his tail curling over his ankles. Above him, looking out from the dark windows, a pair of electric blue eyes watched the little neko huddle into a trembling ball of matted fur and wet clothes. Chapter 2 Sunlight streamed between a set of curtains allowing a narrow band of light to fall across a small bed. Under a pile of blankets a small matted tail flicked back and forth with the radiating warmth. Its fuzzy tip swished to the bedside tables clock gentle tic-tic-tic. A ruffled head peeked out when Azusa stretched out his stiff muscles. He yawned with a loud groan. Sleep clouded his eyes as he unburied himself from the cocoon of warmth. His mind was a bit muddled still. He couldnt figure out why he felt so warm and dry. Hadnt he fallen asleep last night on a door step. Rubbing at his sleep encrusted eyes, he slowly peeled them apart and blearily looked around. Everything was so clean and modern. A color scheme of blues and grays surrounded him. He didnt even want to guess as the thread count of the sheets that he laid on. It was the softest in his short life he had ever touched. A sad thought passed thru his mind that this will probably be the only time he feels such comfort. Scooting back against the wooden headboard, Azusa folded his legs in front of him and let the fantasy last just a bit longer. It hadnt passed his notice that all his clothes were gone and he was left in just a pair of boxers. Not even the ones he had on when he ran away. These were like silk and didnt fall off of his hips. A small bandage was taped across his chest. Whomever had taken him in seemed to have been concerned with his wellbeing. What puzzled him was that in his condition last night he couldnt have fought back if he was assaulted, and yet he was still filthy and definitely wasnt sore in any unusual places. Something didnt make sense. Had he been picked up and right now Burr and his goons were on their way to take him back? But then why was he allowed to sleep? Outside his room, soft footsteps headed towards the closed door. A single knock landed against the wood before the handle turned and it slowly swung open. Reflexively he tugged the thick comforter up to his chin.