It was dark, and silent. This was where they used to sell people like him, a slave. He looked at everything in the dim lights. Chains, cages, whips and collars...all were empty and left untouched since Aoi ended the slave trade here. Not a single slave had been bought or sold here since that law had been made...however, that didn't stop the slave trade from moving.

The slave trade had simply went over seas to America since Aoi abandoned his claim as king there and they had began moving slaves there instead of Japan. But despite that fact, slaves that were young like he was were still being sold under Aoi's nose. He figured that Aoi would find out soon enough, and put an end to the rest of the slave trade all together, but until then...

His collar made a slight jingling noise as he moved about in the dim lights. This place that was so full of suffering was the only place he could see any peace and find any sort of comfort. "How sad...that this is the only place I can escape them...I can't stand their gentle touches and their prying eyes..." he said into the presumed empty room and narrowed his eyes. He hated them. Hated his so called masters...each and every one of them. They all tried to be gentle with him and gentle touches...they did nothing for him, nothing at all...

He walked into Shadow Alley although the slave trade had been disbanded here and was not supposed to happen any futher Aoi still was concerned that there where those who were indeed induldging in that dark hobby. And so Destin sent him out he would not complain it gave him something to do. Although Aoi was always troubled for he was never seen without two things. One was the thick heavy black collar around his neck studded and with a metal ring. The other was the eye patch with the glass over his eye one way he could see out but no one could see the eye beneath. Iroseta walked through his gaze taking in the cages long since abandonded and covered in dust the chains and whips things around him that reminded him of darker times.

Times he had lived through. Iroseta Hiro....the faded Hero. His high collar and torn clothing made him hardly look the part of the knight that he was but that hardly mattered to him. Iroseta paused without turning to face the boy who was standing there his small stature was enough to catch anyone's attention but his voice and his words made Iro actually turn his head to look at him quietly.

How sad....that this is the only place I can escape them....I can't stand their gentle toucvhes and their prying eyes....'

Iroseta looked at him quietly a moment or two longer before seemingly completely looking away. "You desire pain......" Although his voice was low silken and dark like a velvet train he very rarely if ever spoke to anyone. Simply listening and doing as Destin asked on most occassions. Of course if Neikan Chi knew that Iroseta could be a sadomasochist or rather was one to such a point that he made Neikan, Aoi and all the other's look nice.....he may never get a moments rest....but he was an odd sort. For Iro was quiet possessive....and absusive....he didn't tolerate his lover looking elsewhere. They would be seriously hurt for straying from his side if even for a moment. Although truth be told Destin would have a fight if she knew how dominate and aggressive he could be. When not working so hard to restrain himself.

He closed his eyes and sighed. So, he wasn't alone after all...what a shame...

"I desire anything that is not gentle...I despise rooms filled with prying eyes and grabby hands...they make me sick...people are disgusting..." he said coolly. It was the truth though. The people who were afraid to touch his body because it was young...they made him sick and angry. He was young only in appearance. One of very few vampires who were turned at a young age, he was the one that many called Zero.

He was Zero because not a single one of his masters had ever been able to get him in their bed and always tired of him after the first few nights of owning him. He wasn't the type to crave gentle touches and soft kisses. No...he wanted more...so much more...

"Anything other then gentle." Irose said as he walked through the room and then paused before 'appearing' before the boy looking down he grabbed his chin but there was nothing gentle about his touch as he held him applying pressure as he did. His gaze taking in Zero before him as he held him with bone crushing force as if telling him to defy him to break free.

"I think you find.....many here in Japan are not for the faint of heart."' he said in a low tone as he held Zero's chin as if to break it and had to mentally remind himself not to. There would be no further conversation if he did...that and Iroseta knew he tended to be a bit....violent with others. It made him an incredible warrior but horrible bed side manner after all he was trained and designed to be a killing machine but lacked in the more compassionate areas...severly.

He opened his eyes in time to see Iorseta appear before him and looked at him, making a small sound, one that was meant to be a word, "Ah..." It was all he could manage. The force and lack of gentleness made him forget how to speak. He loved this type of play, this type of force.

He smiled and started laughing like the child that his body made him out to be. This was his kind of game. "Oh my...you're fun...let's play some more!" he said as he swiftly pulled out his knife and took a stab at Iroseta. With his weapons mastery, his weapons were fast and on target so it was very unlikely that even Iroseta, as fast as he was, could dodge the attacks that little Zero threw at him.

"If you really like my game...come at me without holding back...I don't like it when people hold out on me. Those people..." he paused before vanishing and reappearing behind Iroseta. "Quickly become boring to me..."

Iroseta lifted his wounded right arm to his lips as he lapped at his own blood seemingly unmoving as Zero laughed in glee at the way Irose had handled him and closed his visible eye. Zero appeared behind him and said something about him becoming boring and moved his and mvoing back flowing easily enough as if following every step without once moving his head and he was for Irose could see all the way around hismelf above and below as well.

He moved his hand three flat blades sliding down his arm to his palm between his fingers and slashed open the kids chest quickly enough as he bowed his head. "Once I start a game you should know.....I don't finish it until you scream." Irose said as he opened his 'good' eye and looked at Zero.

Laughter, instead of cries of pain or pleasure, filled the empty room. "Wonderful! Now I don't have to be bored to death while my master tries to be nice and gentle with me...you make it so much more fun!" he said as he felt the warmth of his own blood seep down his chest. He could be called crazy, but he was simply a masochist who loved violence more than gentleness.

He smiled as if he were a child playing a fun little children's game. "If you make me scream...I'll gladly let you be my master...since you're most likely the first person to ever make me scream since I was born," he said softly and flipped away from Iroseta and kept that same wide, happy grin on his face. His collar- a thick, black, leather collar with rings on it- jingled as he moved. He didn't mind if he was heard or seen for that matter.

It didn't even matter to him if he was hit by Iroseta's weapons. They all felt lovely when they bit into his flesh and made him bleed.

Iroseta looked over at him and then moved flowing through the room as if nothing but the wind itself and caught a chain flicking it up and around before flinging it out to wrap around the boys ankle flipping him in the air and down to the ground yanking lightly but the force of it sent him sliding back where he reached down. "It's not a matter of what if I can....but when I do." he said simply as he moved and snapped his wrist sending Zero flying into the cages hearing the metal banging and crashing as they all start jingling as if bells while he himself pulled loose two of his long daggers.

Zero hit the cage with a loud clang, but he didn't care. He was having fun. When he sat up he was still smiling and laughing just like a child who was playing a game of tag. In a sense, he was playing a game of tag...a very violent, dangerous game of tag. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, enjoying the ripples of pain running through his body.

"My, my...you're such a fun person...do you let loose like this often...or are you kept on a leash like the rest of his dogs?" he asked, referring to Aoi. He could tell by his fighting ability that he wasn't a normal vampire. No...he was one of the kings vampires.

Zero finally stood up and looked at Iroseta. "It isn't that I don't like the king...oh I do...but...he isn't nearly as fun as you are...Mr. Knight," he said in a happy tone. It was true. He knew about Neikan, but Neikan was already taken. Neikan already had his limit of one slave per vampire. And Aoi denied any slaves that were offered to him.

Zero was a good fighter, but he wasn't about to fight back against Iroseta. He was having too much fun...

Iroseta looked at him. "I do not often.....cut loose....." Irose said as he looked at him and then moved flicking a dagger out and forward flying from his fingertips and slashing a deep gouge along one of the young man's shoulders hearing his laughter hearing his glee at being hurt and shivering at the sounds not in revulsion but in delight.

One of his dogs, perhaps yes Irose knew he was one of the kings knights kept on a leash and needing to obey but here and now there were no eyes watching what he was doing watching him seemingly abuse the man before him. The seeming child but he knew the child was much older then he appeared to be just by the way in which he carred himself and then flicked his other arm this dagger lodging itself in the boys leg. Wanting to hurt him...wanting to play this game through until the end....wanting to cut loose and induldge the side of himself that he kept under careful lock and key.....wanting to let loose the 'monster' inside of him that he was created as...and had to be careful to not let loose....since it was his very core nature that this young man wanted...craved and without words....begged him to give him.

Zero looked at Iroseta and smiled. He then let his smile turn into a low moan as he felt the blade of the knife bite into his flesh. He was really having fun. This part of him that craved pain, craved violence. The darkness of his love...all of it was being allowed to flow out in this one little game with Iroseta.

"Ah...please...more..." he begged, not at all ashamed of wanting this, wanting the pain of steel biting into his flesh. Everything that Iroseta was doing felt wonderful. He wanted more. He wanted everything. His small frame feeling like it was starting to burn.

He felt hot, and he wanted it, wanted more.

Irose looked at him and moved flickering and lifting him up throiwng him into a far wall dirks following to find homes within limbs even as he hit the wall and moved catching him by his throat lifting him into the air. "More you shall have." Irose said in a low tone a promise of things to come and come they did as he began the dark song and dance wither it be the weapons the blades and needles that littered his body or the various things around the room the whole area was his personal play ground and there was nothing in the room that he didn't use to bring pain to Zero even as he made sure to break limbs to crush bones and use the wall as a sudden stop even before catching him. He caught himself licking his lips he may be one of Aoi's dogs on of his knights but here right now he was off his leash and being allowed to do what he wanted....and what he wanted was to break this boy to get him screaming and begging to ravage him...it was not often Irose allowed himself to come out and play but once he had....he would not go back into his carefully controlled obdience until his hunger for this was sedated....and Zero....had awoken his hunger with that simple little phrase....

He cried out in pleasure as he was slammed and cut so violently. Such a sweet feeling. The feeling of cold steel cutting into his skin. The glorious feeling of the blade digging deep into his flesh and the sweet scent of his warm blood running out of his wounds.

Zero looked at Iroseta with hungry, longing eyes. He thirsted for this, lusted for the roughness of this violent abuse that hardly any were able to withstand. "Please..." he pleaded, in a state of arousal and his body was weeping for it.

"It's hot...please..." he pleaded once more. His body was hot, and aching. He wanted Iroseta, needed Iroseta.

Iroseta looked at him and grabbed his chin, kissing him roughly on the mouth devouring his lips even as he quickly removed the clothing not wanting anything to be in the way he too was hot with need but he said nothing. He smirked as he broke the kiss and moved postioning Zero in no mood to be gentle now....not that he would be. Irose was not by any stretch of the imagination a gentle man. He moved posistioning himself. He joined them both with one slow fluid motion about the only amount of gentleness he possessed and that had many of his lovers screaming and crying in agony in the past claiming that he was heartless...and perhaps he was. Irose looked at him not really giving Zero time to adjust to the feeling and began moving ravaging him even as his hand moved to give him relief slowly with his need.

Zero made a soft sound as Iroseta joined them, small like a sigh. Part of him had been worried that Iroseta would go soft on him once this started and was never more glad to be wrong, Irose pounded into his body with enough force to jar him around and Zero let his head fall back loving the sensations of it all. The impossibly tight grip of Irose's hand on him and the harshness of the thrusts that rocked him on the floor his head tipped back. Iroseta could feed the hunger for him, could answer his need for this in soo many ways. And he had a feeling something inside told him that Irose was still holding back.

One of Aoi's knights one of his faithful dogs doing what his master commanded of him but right now Zero had him, Iroseta was not on a leash heck he didn't even know the knights name, only that he was brutal, savage and cruel and Zero loved every minute of it. He didn't care for the soft gentle people out there he didn't feel anything for them. They were the sort that got walked all over who got crushed beneath the slave masters out there. But Iroseta wasn't like them, he was power, and Zero's body thrumed happily with each movement his low moans once and a while in answer to what Irose was doing was enough to encourage the man to be that much more brutal with him and Zero was more then willing to give him that slight encouragement. "Harder.......please...." he breathed needing wanting to feel Iroseta could give him.