She screeched in pain as the blade took off her right shoulder. Panting, the small girl ran as fast as she could. She needed to escape the nightmare. As she clutched at her wounds, the sword rang out once again…and she lost another limb.

The pain was unbearable, but the girl gritted her teeth. She would have to keep moving to get ahead in this vile, stinking world. She looked at the small bundle that her companion had been guarding so carefully. This was the cause of their suffering. The idea of her ending their clan’s suffering was too much to bear.

Her eyes opened in an unreadable expression, before a look of pure ecstasy came over her. She, with her remaining arm, tore open the blanket to reveal- a small child, with a pink crescent moon adorning his forehead. The babe seemed to know what was going on, for the moon began to glow softly.

The mark on his forehead connected with the full moon, and before the girl knew it, she screamed as she became overcome with bloodlust. The babe cried softly as the symbol on his forehead took control of the girl’s body, forcing her to hide the child in a small cave. This was all he knew.

An old woman stopped, pausing to catch her breath. She had just witnessed a small battle, not unordinary for the age they were in. Everyone was about fighting and killing nowadays, she reckoned. After all, here you needed to fight, if you wanted to live.

She heard a rustle from brush few feet away from her feet. Curious to see if she had found a survivor, she pushed the brush away. A shrill cry filled her attention as she saw an adorable baby reaching out for her. She cooed and brought him to her chest.

Then she smiled. A boy, to hold as her own. The gods must be thanking her. This was her reward. And she intended to hold it as preciously as she could. His small front teeth glimmered in the afternoon sun, and she guessed he was 1 and ½ or so.

Her husband had died long ago, and she knew the perfect pretence as to who the babe was. Her own cute little grandson.

Yukiru sighed. His grandmother had been talking to the village priests again. They were discussing what to do with him seeing as he was, well, he was an outsider. His grandmother had found him when he was very little, and it annoyed him to no end. They were always talking about that, or if he should get a sex change, seeing as how “pretty” he was. Bleh.

SO he giggled in a very un-boyish way, and skipped off to see if his grandmother needed anything. Then he stopped, pondering if he really should go home. I mean Uri, his “grandmother”, was always very nice but… What is she made him dress like a girl?

He cried, pounding his hands on the dirt road. No! He wouldn’t stand for it. But, as he stood up, the back of his shirt roughly picked him up. What? You might ask. This is what. A very ugly old geezer picked him up, and twirled him around, so they were looking face-to-face.

Yukiru had the faint urge to hyperventilate. The man was looking at him funny! He unconsciously fingered his headband. He hoped they wouldn’t take it off. Then he heard something he never, ever wanted to hear. “Hm…this boy will make a perfect sex slave. I wonder if he’s a virgin?” He paled, before grabbing his shoe and pulling a hidden kunai out of it, stabbing the man’s arm. But alas, it was no use, as he was soon pulled into a cart of grungy looking people.

He wrinkled his nose in distaste as the demon next to him cackled. “You,” said the demon, “you smell like a chocolate pecan pie!” Before crowing a delighted noise. “Yes, indeed! Just like my momma’s old pie! Her pie!” The demon got a crazed look in his eye, and was soon bashed over the head by a fist.

When Yukiru looked up, the face of a really pretty boy met his gaze. There is a difference you know. A pretty boy is generally cuter than pretty. Yukiru was a pretty boy. But a really pretty boy is actually a boy who is “pretty”. Now this was one of the latter. Yukiru’s eyes widened at the sound of the cart stopping.

He didn’t want to lose his virginity yet! The pretty boy laughed, before saying, “Relax. I am Karachi! This cart isn’t for “sex” slaves. Haha! We are the special slaves used for the kitchen! DO you cook?” Yukiru sweat dropped before he nodded. Then the pretty boy said he was orange or something, so he tuned him out.

Karachi looked as the door to their cart was opened. Then a really pretty girl was pushed in. Apparently, the old pervert, Jin noticed as well, as he said, “You, you smell like a chocolate pecan pie! Yes, indeed! Just like my momma’s old pie! Her pie!” He sweat dropped. Jin wouldn’t be helping his situation any.

Author’s Note:

Well…what did you think? This may end up being shonen-ai, if someone wants it to be. Also, I’m not going to update until I get a review! Just one! And when I do, I’ll start writing the chapter, so if you have ideas, give them to me! Erm, comments for Jin would be helpful too! He’s gonna get rather random… And, the first part will make sense later!