Thread: Tyranny (Ryoka Sulfinare & Kaitou Cat)

Flaming lands... I must be in the underworld because it sure feels like it... The words that came were out of a young boy's own lips. He walked himself in a shaded alley way of a giant city. Looking no younger, yet no older than that of the age of thirteen, his icy blue eyes tried to blink away sweat that was accumulating on his forehead and dripping down, although to no avail. He heaved out a sigh. Souta despite his age, was shorter than most boys his age. That said, he was muscular. Very muscular but not necessarily overwhelming. His plain white T-shirt dampened in some spots due to his sweat from the heat, darker sky blue shorts that stopped at his knees, and his simple leather brown boots didn't hide the muscular frame that he dawned. He dressed like a normal boy, but he clearly wasn't normal. His icy blue eyes, too, betrayed that innocence of look that his short height gave. Having dark brown hair that was evenly cut into a more boyish look, also added to his innocent look. Souta felt at times it was a disguise from his real self, but at other times, believed it matched his personality. His deeper, inner personality. He didn't necessarily build all of the muscle he trained himself for just for trying to give himself muscles that bulged to change his look and show off he made himself stronger and worked out because it was the only protection he had. Thus, betrayed the innocent look. What also betrayed his look from seeming like a normal boy was the fact he wore light brown leather gloves on his hands. They seemed to be a little too large for him the wrists were wrinkled and his fingers looked a little too big. These gloves too, were from protection. And not just for typically gripping things with his hands. They served a more... sinister purpose than that. Struggling to see due to the sweat that kept invading his eyes, Souta stopped for a second. He glanced ahead of him in the alleyway. Nobody was in front of him. He glanced back, nobody was behind him. Easing out a breath, Souta turned back around ahead of him as he lifted the front end of his shirt and pulled it up to his face, wiping his face with it. His stomach had anyone been watching would have revealed the hard abs he also owned which too gleamed with sweat. There was a reason he usually walked in alleyways and such rather than public streets. His muscle brought too much attention. Several times, his sexy looks had got him into quite a lot of trouble. The kind of trouble with the people he despised the most. People who wanted to use him as a sex object. After all, any pervert wouldn't mind taking a young teen such as himself who he admittedly thought as 'good looking' and 'sexy' to have a bit of dirty fun with... It was a day such as this where Souta had done the very act he had done now wiping his face with his shirt to get rid of sweat in the middle of a public street of a different city that attracted the attention of a guard. All the guards in this Kingdom were not really guards the King was a Tyrant. And the 'guards' kept the people in check by ruling them under fear. Guards were above the law. They could steal and take things from others pretty much unchecked. The guard had stopped Souta saying cause that he looked suspicious and wanted him to come into an alleyway for questioning. Souta knew better that something more was amiss. He had laughed mentally to himself at that time. He was no adult and still young to this world... But he wasn't an idiot. He wasn't reckless either, though. To avoid commotion, he had allowed himself to be lured into the alleyway. All the way to the back. Trapped between a wall and the soldier, he was ordered to lift his shirt up for inspection. Souta did as he was ordered. He could already tell then and there that the soldier was looking at his body with lustful eyes. After a moment, the soldier said he needed a better look, and had ordered Souta to take off his shirt completely. Souta had sighed. Knowing how this was going to be and had again then done as ordered. It was when the soldier had began roaming his hand over his body, even though the soldier wore gloves, that sent Souta's temper flaring nearly to the point of snapping. It had taken all of his strength then but it was even harder when the man moved his hand down and then squeezed his package through his blue shorts that Souta's power was on the verge of leaking out. Thankfully perhaps because the soldier feared of getting caught by others, though he had nothing to fear, that he had stopped then and there and had just randomly started walking off. Souta at that point was quite surprised, for had he continued for a moment longer, Souta would have killed him. He was quite angry however that the soldier got away with what he had done for free. But such was how this kingdom was apparently ruled. And anybody was lucky to be able to leave it. He was not the only one treated this way he had decided and that he was lucky it was left only to that. It was the last time such a situation had rose, but it was certainly not the first, and certainly not the worst. He shifted in realization that he had his face buried into his shirt and his stomach showing for probably several minutes now. He dropped his shirt as he looked back up, blinking his eyes a few times as they fixed and regained focus. As if on queue thinking about his stomach, it growled quite loudly. He let out a moan of dismay. He hadn't been eating much lately, but that was because, out of the fact he had no money, there was little to no chance to get some. This drought the kingdom was been having has been nothing but sucky. Not just for him, who favored the cold, due to his powers being based off of the power of ice, but pretty much everyone, citizens and soldiers alike. Everyone was hot and humid and even though it looked like a great day with no cloud in the sky, probably everyone would have liked nothing more than rain cloud billowing in. Souta sighed, walking onwards which lead out of the alley, and stepped out reluctantly onto busy streets. He had to eat somehow. And with no money to buy anything with, there was only one option to steal. Getting caught stealing was very much a sign of trouble and not the jail kind of trouble. Souta didn't know why, but most of the soldiers loved to dominate others that were usually clearly younger than him, even younger male adults who may be in their early twenties, with forcing sex... or maybe closer described as rape. After all, to them, there must have been no more entertaining punishment, other than a gang mob of soldiers beaten the violator violator being a broad term due to the fact a large portion of innocent people were often punished for no reason, much like Souta had to endure with nearly being a sex object to almost no more than a pulp sometimes to death. Souta doubted he would ever get caught by soldiers even if he got caught in the act, but it still made him nervous. He had seen someone get caught only a few years older than he, was beaten near to death. Nobody dared to step in, lest they be beaten to. Souta couldn't dare watch the entire thing and opted to walk away before he had thrown up at the sight.