OOC Warning: Sato gets beat in the Red Light district.
There was something exciting about doing something you werent supposed to. It was the thrill of trying to get away with something, the sheer rush of adrenaline when being naughty and defying the order 'no', that made 'no' that much more appetizing to rebel against. Yes, Sato was far from home, and in a district that his mom would have a cow if he told her that he went there, but he was going to keep it a secret. He had heard some of the school kids talk about a mission that they wanted to go on, something about someone selling illegal artifacts or something like that around here. Little did Sato know, upon entering the place almost everybody was doing illegal things, and artifacts were probably some of the tamer crimes. On the streets were all sorts of people, the place smelled of alcohol, and there were women everywhere, men with wolfish smiles on their faces ogling them. There was a quite a lot of smoking going on too, the smoke when inhaled burned Satos lungs, as he was unused to the environment. It was a strange place, where laughter and screams intermixed. The latter sent shivers down his spine.
The kid was out of his element, and that much was present in the sheer fact that he was cleaner than most of the roughens there. He drew more attention than he’d like with his clean shirt, newer shoes, and pants. The boy could feel their eyes, like sharks who sense blood in the water, he felt a nerve run though him. The shiver shook him and he walked a bit faster. Maybe… Maybe mom was right and there was a reason that he shouldn’t be in this district?
His eyes took in the unfamiliar layout of the streets, and he began to look more and more like a lost little sheep in the sea of filth. He could feel it the eyes following him. He was being watched. When he came to that conclusion he wasn’t going to stick around. He had seen enough for today. Yep. Maybe when… when he was a little more grown up he would come back to investigate the rumors some more, but he felt he needed more training. Letting his nerves get the better of him he stopped, and turned on his heel and ran.
Before he knew it the crimson haired youth found himself on the ground looking up at a rather angry looking man. Dark hair and even darker eyes looked down at him, a mean grimace present on his that made Sato cringe. He had ran into him. On accident! But that didn’t seem to matter, “S-Sorry!” He blurted out. Scrambling to his feet he went to run past, but was stopped a strong hand on his shoulder.
”What?” The man asked, a clear thunder to his voice, ”This little shit thinks ‘Sorry’ is a good enough apology.” There were laughs, from other men that Sato hadn’t noticed until just now.
”I don’t know boss,” another voice joined the conversation, ”I think I saw him try to steal from you. Little pickpocket.”
Sato was absolutely flustered by the accusation, his mind reeling for an excuse to get out of the situation, but he looked and found himself surrounded by three guys, plus that ‘boss’ fellow holding his shoulder, “I… I did no-“ Sato couldn’t finish his sentence before the air rushed out of him, a fist planted itself firmly into the boys stomach, knocking the air out of him. The boy couldn’t but gasp as tears filled his eyes and he fell to his knees stunned for a moment by the blow.
”Is that so?” the boss asked, more snickers followed. More pain wrecked through the boy as he felt his head tugged upward, to look at the boss man, being contorted by a handful of his own hair. He could feel some of the roots coming loose in the mans grip, ”We’ll show him what happens to thieves who get caught stealing…” There was an animalistic grin on the mans face, much like he enjoyed the fact that he was inflicting pain on the youth.
Sato felt the sting of a backhand against his face, forcing the already kneeling kid to sprawl to the ground. He groaned and whimpered, tasting a metallic taste in his mouth. He needed to escape. He needed to get awa- but his thoughts were interrupted by a boot to his torso. The kick powerful enough to move young Sato across the ground, rolling him as he felt something snap inside of him. Another surge of pain, and another, and another. He reached a hand out trying to get some stability for himself, so that he could stand, but felt his hand crushed by the same boot. He let out a pained cry…
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When they all got their kicks in…
”Say, boys, doesn’t he look kind of cute?” They all laughed at their bosses statement each making their own degrading jab at Sato, but the boy was barely able to make out anything they were saying at this point, ”If we clean him up, how much do you think he’d sell for?” Sato was now a pathetic crumpled form on the ground, bleeding and bruised, abused… His shirt torn from when they grabbed him to make him stand up… It was quite the feat that he had stayed conscious for long, but already he felt the darkness creeping in.
There was something exciting about doing something you werent supposed to. It was the thrill of trying to get away with something, the sheer rush of adrenaline when being naughty and defying the order 'no', that made 'no' that much more appetizing to rebel against. Yes, Sato was far from home, and in a district that his mom would have a cow if he told her that he went there, but he was going to keep it a secret. He had heard some of the school kids talk about a mission that they wanted to go on, something about someone selling illegal artifacts or something like that around here. Little did Sato know, upon entering the place almost everybody was doing illegal things, and artifacts were probably some of the tamer crimes. On the streets were all sorts of people, the place smelled of alcohol, and there were women everywhere, men with wolfish smiles on their faces ogling them. There was a quite a lot of smoking going on too, the smoke when inhaled burned Satos lungs, as he was unused to the environment. It was a strange place, where laughter and screams intermixed. The latter sent shivers down his spine.
The kid was out of his element, and that much was present in the sheer fact that he was cleaner than most of the roughens there. He drew more attention than he’d like with his clean shirt, newer shoes, and pants. The boy could feel their eyes, like sharks who sense blood in the water, he felt a nerve run though him. The shiver shook him and he walked a bit faster. Maybe… Maybe mom was right and there was a reason that he shouldn’t be in this district?
His eyes took in the unfamiliar layout of the streets, and he began to look more and more like a lost little sheep in the sea of filth. He could feel it the eyes following him. He was being watched. When he came to that conclusion he wasn’t going to stick around. He had seen enough for today. Yep. Maybe when… when he was a little more grown up he would come back to investigate the rumors some more, but he felt he needed more training. Letting his nerves get the better of him he stopped, and turned on his heel and ran.
Before he knew it the crimson haired youth found himself on the ground looking up at a rather angry looking man. Dark hair and even darker eyes looked down at him, a mean grimace present on his that made Sato cringe. He had ran into him. On accident! But that didn’t seem to matter, “S-Sorry!” He blurted out. Scrambling to his feet he went to run past, but was stopped a strong hand on his shoulder.
”What?” The man asked, a clear thunder to his voice, ”This little shit thinks ‘Sorry’ is a good enough apology.” There were laughs, from other men that Sato hadn’t noticed until just now.
”I don’t know boss,” another voice joined the conversation, ”I think I saw him try to steal from you. Little pickpocket.”
Sato was absolutely flustered by the accusation, his mind reeling for an excuse to get out of the situation, but he looked and found himself surrounded by three guys, plus that ‘boss’ fellow holding his shoulder, “I… I did no-“ Sato couldn’t finish his sentence before the air rushed out of him, a fist planted itself firmly into the boys stomach, knocking the air out of him. The boy couldn’t but gasp as tears filled his eyes and he fell to his knees stunned for a moment by the blow.
”Is that so?” the boss asked, more snickers followed. More pain wrecked through the boy as he felt his head tugged upward, to look at the boss man, being contorted by a handful of his own hair. He could feel some of the roots coming loose in the mans grip, ”We’ll show him what happens to thieves who get caught stealing…” There was an animalistic grin on the mans face, much like he enjoyed the fact that he was inflicting pain on the youth.
Sato felt the sting of a backhand against his face, forcing the already kneeling kid to sprawl to the ground. He groaned and whimpered, tasting a metallic taste in his mouth. He needed to escape. He needed to get awa- but his thoughts were interrupted by a boot to his torso. The kick powerful enough to move young Sato across the ground, rolling him as he felt something snap inside of him. Another surge of pain, and another, and another. He reached a hand out trying to get some stability for himself, so that he could stand, but felt his hand crushed by the same boot. He let out a pained cry…
…
When they all got their kicks in…
”Say, boys, doesn’t he look kind of cute?” They all laughed at their bosses statement each making their own degrading jab at Sato, but the boy was barely able to make out anything they were saying at this point, ”If we clean him up, how much do you think he’d sell for?” Sato was now a pathetic crumpled form on the ground, bleeding and bruised, abused… His shirt torn from when they grabbed him to make him stand up… It was quite the feat that he had stayed conscious for long, but already he felt the darkness creeping in.
