Dog

Yu Kanda

My hands were behind my back and I could feel the cool metal of my restraints digging into my wrists. The cells we were in were grey and confining, and for some reason Lenalee and the dumbass Rabbit shared the one next to me while I remained alone. I took that to mean he was aware of the difference between us.

The smug face of that Noah bastard was on the other side of the bars, a taunting sight I could have gone without. "Like the accommodations?"

His roundabout way of mocking up made my blood boil and my hatred for his group grow.

He tugged the heavy-looking barred door to my cell, and it surprisingly swung soundlessly open. It wasn't locked. "It was oiled recently," he explained, as if I actually cared about the state of his underground sex dungeon. "This is the only one that's unlocked though. You can come out you know. I don't bite." He smirked and arched a brow. "Much."

Lavi, concerned and wary, glanced at Lenalee, who looked incredibly frustrated and just about ready to do some biting of her own. And by 'biting', I meant that the young woman probably wanted to tear off his arms with her teeth and beat him to death with them.

I chose to make a move and exit the cell, taking note of the decorative sword propped innocently against the wall behind him.

Seeing me eye it, Tyki's smirk grew as he moved one step back and reached for the blade. "It's nice, isn't it?" He gripped it with both hands and pointed it at me. "The design I mean."

I tensed and nearly swore, instincts telling me to retreat back to the safety of the cell. I didn't want to be facing this shithead without a weapon.

His gold eyes flicked briefly to the side, a small grin finding its place on his lips. "So this is your decision."

The next movement as he thrust his weapon forward was sudden and fast, despite the sword's bulky size. There was no time for me to evade. That chilling realisation was just going through my head when someone yelled and a body shoved me out of the way. I recognised the head of white hair that faced me on trembling legs and a sword through his stomach.

The Moyashi was staring incredulously at the sword, like he couldn't believe he'd been impaled. "Ah… I-it…" He looked confused, the picture of a child with no understanding of what had transpired or what was going on around him.

I retreated back to my cell to observe, knowing full well that I couldn't use this opportunity to escape; those two idiots of mine were still locked in, and I didn't know where the keys to their prison were hidden.

The Noah with the mole stepped back, watching with sharp eyes as blood flowed from the white-haired brat's lips. Eventually though, he pulled the sword from the Moyashi's body, leaving the kid to flop almost lifelessly to the ground. He tutted, letting the sword also fall and clatter to the cement as his gaze raked over the figure on the floor. "Shounen, why'd you get in the way?" The man nudged Allen with his foot. "The Millennium Earl will not be pleased. You're his prize. When he finds out about this, do you know how much trouble I'll be in?" Tyki crouched down, looming over the kid's prone body. "You know, you're pretty lucky. This is a sword for demons, so you won't die from being stabbed. The only reason it harmed you is because you have a preternatural ability."

The kid didn't response. A slight shift and a shudder as he breathed in and out was the only indicator that he was still alive.

"I'll finish this quickly then. The boy needs to be checked." Tyki Mikk straightened back up with a grunt, his skin greying when his focused returned to me. He stepped over the Sprout's body and stood at the mouth of my cell. "You've caused enough problems. I think it's best if I got rid of you already."

"Stop." The Moyashi's shaky hand reached out and seized Tyki's ankle, proving that the kid wasn't as incapacitated as I'd first thought.

"You're still awake?" Tyki muttered, his brows drawing together as he frowned and nudged the kid's hand away with his foot. "You're body isn't in the state for you to be interfering."

Instead of heeding the warning, the Sprout pushed himself up into a half-sitting position, his face white and strained. "Don't."

I kept quiet, somewhat shocked when it clicked that this was the first real emotion I'd heard him use. He wasn't acting like a doll right now.

"The how about I play with you instead?" Tyki teased, that disgusting smirk of his returning with a coy edge. "Well? You or them?"

"Me." The brat didn't hesitate, not even for an instant. "Don't… Don't touch them… Play with me instead, Master Tyki."

The Noah wasted no time yanking the kid up, shoving him against the side wall two metres away and moving in for a kiss.

I couldn't really see a lot, but I did see silver eyes go wide with actual emotion. I could hear it, too – the wet sound of that asshole's tongue invading and having its way with the Sprout's mouth. To be brutally honest, I was repulsed. Pissed, too, only I didn't know why. Maybe it because Noah's dog just let it happen, not uttering a single word of protest.

The Sprout's hands hung by his sides and his two legs trembled. He was exhausted. His body had been impaled with a broadsword, and now he was being forced to make out with the psychopathic demon who'd injured him in the first place. This kid's life was shit.

After a while, the Noah released his prey and let the kid slide down the wall, his face expressing a fuckton of disappointment. His body sagged with a sigh as he pushed his own loose wavy tresses back with a hand. "Just as I thought. There's no fight in you."

On the floor, the Sprout panted softly and rubbed his mouth with the back of a gloved fist, staining the white fabric red with his blood. "I apologise… Maser Tyki," he wheezed, stiffly clutching his chest and bowing his head.

"This is a lot for just one day," the Noah mused, though he didn't seem as sickeningly upbeat as before. "We've had a break-in, people reading our confidential files, and then this little one's act of treason."

"Wasn't… treason." The Sprout's body remained still, and his voice was small. "I'm… still loyal… to Noah."

Like a flipped switch, Tyki Mikk's entire demeanour changed. He coldly gestured to my cell and said, "Get in." His gold eyes were dark. "And if you can't walk, then crawl."

The Moyashi did exactly as he was told, slowly dragging himself across the floor and leaving a smudged trail of red that had dripped from his mouth onto the cement below. From what I could see, the bleeding didn't seem to be so severe anymore; the Noah had said that the effects wouldn't be as bad because he was human.

By the time the kid was halfway to my cell, Tyki Mikk's patience was apparently gone. He grabbed the Sprout by one of those thin arms and pulled him up.

I barely caught that kid when he was thrown in, only just saving him from hitting the ground for a third time today. Now that he was this close and I could feel him through his oversized clothes, I knew for sure that his body wasn't right for someone his age. It was too small and thin. He was wasting away.

The Moyashi gasped and then groaned, pain flitting across his face for an instant before it disappeared.

I started at the sound of my cell door slamming shut, and inwardly cursed when he locked it with a set of keys that had suddenly appeared in his hands.

Tyki pocketed the keys and retrieved his stupid Earl's sword. "You'll live. If you're good, I'll send someone down to check on you."

When the Noah left, I was prepared to snap at the Moyashi for pulling such a stunt, but then he looked up and our eyes met, and I found his were filled with pain and shame.

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Man, I was stuck on this chapter for a while.