Fan Fiction ❯ Street Rat ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Street Rat, Chapter 1

He was fifteen years old, tall with pale skin. His hair was a deep violet and his eyes were a stunning bright orange that contrasted against his dark hair. He was very beautiful, he was told this many times. But, he was a street rat. To put it bluntly. He had run away from home the year before after the teasing and jokes broke out at his school, all of them at his and his family's expense. He had left to save his fathers anymore grief. Yes, his fathers. Not that his father had his divorced his mother, he didn't have a mother. His one father had been a subject in the male pregnancy program that the hospital was taking part in. He had been the result. He and his fathers had agreed not to tell anyone, to give them an easier life, but one of his friends had found out and told the entire school. That was when he left. He brought money with him, but had spent that, weeks after he left. His only income now was something he'd rather not think about, but of course, he was forced to think of it everyday of his life. He wasn't even in the same city anymore so that he wouldn't have to face the people he knew, and to make it more difficult for his parents to find him. He had to leave everything behind, his parents and his future.

Right now he was walking around the streets, looking for a client. His job, was selling his body for money. A prostitute. To be honest, he was the most popular one in the field in that particular city. The clients were always looking for someone young and with his looks. Most of the ones he ended up with were married men whose wives weren't giving them what they wanted. He hated it, but it paid well and it was how he lived.

"Hey there, kid. You working today?" It was Yochi, one of his regulars. The man was in his thirties with curly brown hair and was slightly taller than Zen. He approached Zen from behind and Zen turned around, grinning.

"Just starting." Zen replied. "Where do you want to go?" He asked.

"Whatever's close." Yochi said. Zen nodded and led Yochi to an alleyway. Once they were in the safety of the darkened alley, Yochi grabbed Zen and pulled him in for a hard kiss. He shoved him against a wall, running his hands up and down Zen's body.

Yochi trailed his lips down Zen's neck and slid his hands up his shirt.

"Yochi, just…do it already." Zen said. He didn't like it when clients prolonged their acts in this way. He liked Yochi because he didn't do that, but today was different.

"Right." Yochi flipped him around and took a condom from his pants pocket. He put Zen in front of a closed dumpster for support and pulled down his pants and boxers as well as Zen's.

"Ready?" Yochi whispered. Zen nodded and Yochi put the condom on, and then thrust in Zen. Zen moaned loudly. Yochi's thrusting was powerful, so powerful that each thrust lifted Zen to his tip toes, then back down to his heels when he pulled out. Zen balanced himself and moaned with each thrust.

"Wait till I come, then you can." Yochi whispered in his ear. Zen hissed, Yochi knew that Zen hated holding his release, and he was doing it on purpose. As he was told, Zen waited until he felt Yochi's release before he let his own climax wash over him. Yochi rested on Zen's back for a few moments, then pulled out of him and removed the condom, throwing it away. He pulled up his pants and waited for Zen.

"That was a good fuck, kid. I'll see you around." Then he tossed a couple bills at him and left the alley. Zen pocketed the bills and headed to the diner, hoping he wouldn't run into anyone else until he had some breakfast. It was only ten o'clock and he needed to get some food in him.

He walked to the diner and entered, taking a seat at the counter.

"You got money today, kid?" The waitress asked.

"Of course." Zen replied.

"Oh, working early today are you?"

"Yochi goes to work early, I want to make sure my schedule is clear this afternoon. I seem to be getting more jobs everyday." Zen grinned. It was a grin that he inherited from his grandfather, it fooled everyone.

"You're one popular kid. But you better watch yourself, you don't want to get mixed up with the wrong sort you know." The waitress warned. Zen just nodded and ordered his breakfast.

About twenty minutes later, he finished and handed the girl a few of the bills he had received that morning. His job didn't always pay well, but it was enough to keep him fed and to pay the rent for the basement he lived in. Technically it was illegal, but he had no other choice, it was cheaper than the apartments, and he didn't really want to live with any of his clients. Many of them had offered.

Zen headed outside and began walking around the street. If he walked long enough, he was bound to run into one of his clients.

"Zen." He heard. It was from one of the alleys on his left. He recognized the voice, it was the only one of his clients that he disliked. Taro.

"Taro."

"You workin'?" He asked. He remained in the shadows like he usually did and Zen made no move from where he was standing.

"Always am. Why, you need a quick one before you go back to your whore at home?" Zen asked. The whore was actually Taro's wife, but was in the same profession as Zen himself.

"Little brat, I told you not to call her that." Taro hissed. He stepped partly into the light. He had black hair and blue eyes, he would be attractive but his personality was a complete turn off for everyone but his wife. He was a slob.

"Hey, you call me that and since your wife and I have the same job, why shouldn't I call her that?" Zen snapped.

"Don't mouth off to me kid. And don't compare my wife to you, ever. Got it?" Taro growled. Zen just shrugged and began to walk.

"Where are you goin'?" He asked, he grabbed Zen's shoulder and pulled him back.

"Unless you plan on paying me, don't touch me." Zen shrugged Taro's hand off and glared at him.

"Well I am plannin' on payin' kid, so I can touch you all I want."

"Money first, Taro." Zen took a warning step back. It was to show Taro that he would leave if he didn't show him the money.

"Fine, fine. Here." Taro handed him ten bucks.

"That gets you a blowjob, you sure that's all you want?" Zen asked, raising an eyebrow. Taro growled and handed him another twenty.

"Fine. One quick fuck and that's it. No games, no scenes, no other form of contact. Just a fuck, you won't like it if I catch you doing anything else, you sick bastard." Zen was cutting it a little close, but Taro was being a pain in the ass and he didn't feel like being nice. Besides, the two of them spoke like that all the time.

"Can I kiss ya?"

"Neck only." Zen said. Taro nodded, then grabbed him and pulled him into the alley.

The dumpster was in that alley as well, so once again, Zen found himself using it as a tool to balance himself as he was forced forwards, almost tripping.

"Take it easy!" Zen yelled.

"I'll do what I like kid. It's my money." Zen snorted and waited for Taro to put a condom on and remove both their pants. He felt Taro's lips on his neck and then his hands removing their pants. But unexpectedly, Taro started stroking Zen's erection with his hand.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Zen shouted.

"Shut up kid, it's my money and I'll do what I want, don't make me say it a third time."

"I don't give a shit whose money it is, it's my body and if you want the right to touch it you have to pay, got it?" Zen said.

"Shut up kid, I'm sick of your whining." Taro turned Zen around so that he was facing him and backhanded him.

"What the fuck was that for?!" Zen yelled, holding the left side of his cheek.

"I thought I told you to shut up?" Taro said. Then he kissed Zen on the mouth, forcing his mouth open by squeezing his cheeks.

Zen squirmed and tried to get out of Taro's grasp, but the taller man was a lot stronger than him and had about a hundred pounds on him.

While Zen squirmed and Taro kissed him, Taro was stroking Zen's erection and holding Zen's hands behind him. Then Taro trailed kisses down Zen's neck and bent down, moving his head inside his shirt and kissing his chest. Zen couldn't help but moan at the unwanted ministrations.

"Get off me you bastard. You can have your money back if you get the fuck off me." Zen ordered. From under his shirt, he felt Taro shake his head, then remove it from his shirt and kiss him again. Taro stopped stroking Zen's cock and inserted a finger inside Zen, not that Zen needed to be stretched. He was tight, but it never hurt if someone went in without preparation, he was fucked too often in one day for it to make a difference.

"You're mine, kid. You're gonna stay mine until I say so." Taro told him. Zen's eyes widened and he squirmed, struggling to free himself, but he knew it was in vain.

Growling, Taro removed the finger and placed the tip of his erection at Zen's entrance, then pulled Zen forwards. Zen yelped as he was impaled on the hardened member.

Zen hissed in pain as he was shoved against the dumpster and as it rubbed against his back while Taro pounded into his slim form.

Just when Zen thought he couldn't take it anymore, he felt Taro shudder as he came. Zen suppressed a sigh of relief when Taro pulled out of him.

He tossed the condom away, pulled his pants up and tossed Zen another thirty bucks.

"I don't take things I didn't pay for." Taro said. Zen pulled his own pants up and put the money in his pockets.

"It's a little late to say that. You went against the rules, you didn't pay before hand." Zen sneered then left the alley and headed for the diner again. After Taro, he didn't think he would be able to stomach any of the other clients. Taro left the alley after him and headed in the other direction.

Drei was crushed. Ever since their son's disappearance, his lover, Sil, was different.

For the first few months, Sil searched tirelessly for their son, day and night he was looking. He hired people to find him and asked some of their family members to help, but no one had even seen him.

After the first few months of nothing showing up, Sil had buried himself in his work. He stopped looking for Zen and was no longer the childish, carefree person he was before. On many occasions, he ignored Drei completely, or spoke harshly, telling him to get lost. They no longer even slept in the same bed or even room for that matter. Sil spent all his time in the office. So, as a last resort he had set up a meeting with his lover, because he knew he wouldn't get a chance to talk to him if he didn't.

He knocked on Sil's office door and heard Sil's reply to open it. Stepping into the room, Drei looked around at all the paperwork and office supplies that were scattered around the room.

"What do you want, Drei?" Sil asked.

"I came to tell you what I am going to do. It's a last resort but it's something we haven't tried yet and I want you to know. I think it's important that you're in on this."

"Stop babbling and tell me what it's about already." Sil spoke harshly. Drei swallowed nervously and continued.

"I'm calling your father."

"What!?" Sil stood up from his chair and glared at Drei. "What are you doing that for? Which one anyway?" Sil asked.

"Zeshin. I'm calling him to look for Zen." Drei said. He noticed how Sil paled and sat back in his seat.

"Get out." Sil whispered. Drei realized that the tone meant he was disagreeing and telling him he couldn't do it.

"But Sil! He's my son too you know!" Drei yelled.

"I don't care, get out!" Sil yelled and pointed to the door. Drei walked over and opened the door, but spoke before he left.

"You know, I thought you loved your son enough to try anything." Drei said. Then he left and slammed the door behind him.

"Hello?" Mune picked up the phone. "Oh, just a minute Drei, I'll go get him." Mune was one of Sil's fathers. Zeshin was the other one. Mune was different from Zeshin, he was quiet and calm whereas Zeshin was crazy and loud. But the two got along well.

Mune handed the phone to Zeshin, who hung up ten minutes later.

"I have to go, Mune." Mune and Zeshin didn't know about Zen's disappearance. They hadn't even met him yet, even though he was fifteen years old. But they lived a fair distance apart and were very busy.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to find Zen. As it turns out, he's been missing for a year and no one has found him. Apparently, I'm supposed to be the last resort. I'll be back in a few days." Zeshin grabbed his coat and kissed Mune goodbye.

Zeshin, Mune, Sil, Drei, Yuki and Nanashi. All of them were still twenty years old. As it turned out, they had all gotten some kind of illness that had no cure, so they were frozen until one was found. That's part of the reason why Mune and Zeshin hadn't seen Zen yet.

"Come back soon." Mune said. His blue eyes shone with love and Zeshin playfully ruffled his blue violet hair, earning a glare from Mune.

"Of course, you think I'd leave you along too long?" Zeshin grinned, his violet eyes flashing with mischief and left on his motorcycle.

Zeshin drove into a city that looked fairly run down. There were prostitutes on a majority of the street corners, he didn't want to leave his bike anywhere, but he found a parking lot and locked it up anyway.

He headed down the street. He didn't know why but he felt like he had to check this city, no matter what. From what Drei had said, this was the one city they didn't check, but wasn't sure why. He figured that Sil had called off the search before they reached this city.

Zen got off the stool he was sitting on and headed to the door.

"Where are you going, Zen?" The waitress asked.

"Home. I'm not feeling very well right now. I'll be back for dinner." Zen said. Then he left the diner and headed to the place he stayed.

There was a side door to the house which he used to get to his room. The door was right next to the basement door so he didn't have to walk through their house.

He stepped in and headed down the stairs. The only downside to his room was that he could hear the daughter's music through the floor.

In his room, he had a bed, a chair and a nightstand. There was a bathroom attached so he didn't need to go upstairs.

On his nightstand, there was a picture that his parent's had given him. It was the three of them when Zen was only a baby. His parents looked really happy, but they also looked sick, paler than usual. His father, Sil, was the sickest. His blue eyes that had violet specks, were dull and his very dark blue and green hair wasn't healthy looking. Although Sil was smiling, he was barely holding himself up and if you looked at the picture carefully, you could see that his other father, Drei, was helping Sil to stand. Sil was holding him in his one arm while the other was around Drei. He knew that it was his grandfather, Mune, who had taken the picture. He also had a picture of him and Zeshin, and another of his other father's parents. They were small pictures, but he treasured them dearly. His father, Drei, had given them to him. He had inherited his father's orange eyes. His hair was unlike his parents' or grandparents. Drei had black hair.

Zen lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to the girl above him, sing along with her radio. He picked up the picture of him and his parents and looked at it. It pained him to see his parents in so much agony. That was why he had been sent to his aunt's for the first thirteen years of his life. His family was frozen, she was the only one who wasn't. His aunt Terra, took care of him. She was nice, but once he met his parents, she soon faded into the back of his mind. His parents were so nice to him, he loved them a lot.

As he looked at the picture, a sad song came onto the girl's radio and Zen found tears falling down his face. He wanted to go home, but he didn't want to see that look of pain on his parents' faces again. He wiped the tears off his face and rolled onto his side, setting the picture back on his nightstand and falling asleep.

Zeshin walked into a diner and raised an eyebrow at the waitress when he heard her gasp.

"What?" Zeshin asked. "Have I grown another head or something?" Zeshin joked.

"No, sorry. It's nothing like that, you just look so much like...Oh never mind. It wouldn't interest you." The waitress said. Zeshin walked over and sat on a stool in front of the waitress.

"Actually, it would interest me. You see, I just happen to be looking for a family member of mine. You wouldn't have seen him around here, would you?" Zeshin asked.

"I don't know. What does he look like?"

"I have no idea. I haven't seen him yet. I only know his name." Zeshin shrugged.

"Well tell me his name then."

"Zen."

"I knew it! You look so much like him!" The waitress beamed.

"Really? I hope that's a good thing." Zeshin grinned. The waitress gasped again.

"That grin! He had that same grin just this morning." The waitress said happily.

"Really. Well, could you tell me where I can find him? It's really important that I do." The waitress shook her head.

"Sorry. But he'll be back here for dinner if you'd like to wait." Zeshin glanced at his watch. Four o'clock.

"Sure. Can I have a coffee please?" Zeshin asked. The waitress nodded and poured him a cup.

"So how are you related to Zen?" The waitress asked. Zeshin sipped his coffee.

"He's my grandson." Zeshin said. The waitress nearly fell over backwards.

"What!? But you can't be any older than twenty!" She exclaimed.

"I'm not. I was sick not that long ago. Did you read the papers about the experiment they made? They froze some people so they could buy time to find a cure. Me and three others were the first ones. We were frozen alone for twenty years until our children were frozen for fifteen because they had the same illness. We don't know our family very well, we were just cured about two years ago." Zeshin explained. The waitress nodded.

"I remember reading about your release a few years ago. So it was you. That would explain it. So why are you looking for Zen?"

"He ran away." Zeshin said. He took another sip of his coffee.

"But why?"

"He didn't want to cause his fathers anymore grief. You see, we all got this illness because of a male pregnancy experiment. When Zen's friends found out about it, they made fun of him and his parents. It was pretty brutal for all three of them. So, one day he just disappeared. Sil, my son and Zen's father, looked for him for seven months, then gave up. Sil has been a wreck since." Zeshin finished his coffee and looked at his watch. Four thirty.

Zen woke up at four forty-five and got out of bed. It would take him about five minutes to get to the restaurant, and he wanted to eat by five, but if he left now, it would buy him time if he ran into someone who wanted a quick fuck.

Zen left the house and walked down the street. He ran into Yochi again about halfway there.

"You again? You need another one?" Zen asked, bored.

"As a matter of fact, yes. One fuck a day isn't good enough. I need at least two." Yochi said.

"Well you need to make it fast, I'm off at five." Zen said. He stood there with his arms crossed.

"Have it your way." Yochi smirked, his green eyes flashing. He grabbed Zen again and dragged him into the alley. He quickly ridded them both of their pants and put a condom on.

"Hurry up and fuck me, Yochi." Zen said. He actually kind of liked it when Yochi fucked him, because Yochi liked it hard, and he was fairly big.

"As you wish, Zen." Yochi put Zen on his hands and knees on the ground and bent down, swiftly thrusting into him. Zen moaned and thrust his hips back against Yochi, prodding him to continue. Yochi began to thrust, slow but hard, rubbing his hands along Zen's back and in his hair. He placed kisses on the back of Zen's neck, thrusting hard, causing Zen to almost lose his balance a few times. He reached underneath him and stroked his erection rapidly, a different rhythm from his thrusts.

Yochi released Zen's erection and put his hands on his shoulders, using them as a tool for balance while he pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in as hard as he could. For Zen, it was almost painful, but he thrust his hips back to meet Yochi's anyway.

Unable to wait any longer, Yochi sped up his thrusts, his hands still on Zen's shoulders, and his thrusts quicker but just as hard. Within minutes, Zen came moaning loudly and he felt Yochi climax and collapse on top of him. Yochi stayed there for a few moments, then repeated the same thing he had done that morning, tossing Zen some money and leaving before Zen had time to recover.

Zen stood up and put his pants back on, pocketing the money, which was a lot more than what Taro gave him, and headed to the diner.

At five o'clock, minutes after Zeshin looked at his watch, a boy walked into the diner. Violet hair and orange eyes.

"Hey there, kid. You okay? You're walking kind of funny." The waitress said.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I ran into Yochi on the way here, apparently once a day just isn't enough." Zen walked and sat on a stool a few down from where Zeshin was sitting. "But man does he fuck hard. It was almost painful this time." Zen jumped when the man a few seats down from him dropped his coffee cup on the floor just as he finished his sentence.

"Sorry about that." Zeshin mumbled to the waitress, he knelt on the floor and picked up the pieces from the cup, dumping them in the garbage can. It had only broken into large pieces so there was no need to sweep.

"Hey, are you okay?" Zen asked. He gasped when Zeshin turned and looked at him. "You're...you're..." Zen stuttered.

"You recognize me? How could you do such a thing to yourself, Zen? Heh, who am I to talk? I did the same thing when I was your age." Zeshin sat back down and looked at the new cup of coffee that was placed in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" Zen asked, surprised.

"I came to look for you. Your father, Drei, called me. I think you need to go home. Sil is a mess. You know, he spends his nights in his office?" Zeshin asked looking at Zen. Then he turned back to the coffee cup. "The funny thing is, is that in order to tell Sil he was calling me, he had to arrange an appointment with Sil. He's not allowed to just walk in there and talk to him. And, when Drei told him he was calling me, he kicked him out, yelling at him. Your fathers really do love you. But...I'm afraid you're killing my son. He's not the same person he used to be, he spends all his time buried in paperwork. Drei sleeps alone. They really miss you and you're actually doing more harm by staying here. You don't want to cause them pain but that's exactly what you're doing, and it kills me to know that my son is a wreck because my grandson ran away after such a trivial thing." Zeshin said. His voice grew colder at the end of his sentence. Zen looked away from him.

"Trivial you say? Being beaten up and made fun of is not something I would call trivial."

"It is when you've had the life I had. You're lucky to have parents who love you, Zen. Mine kicked me out when I was younger and I had to do the same thing you're doing to survive. Don't give up what you have to this kind of life. It's a different matter if your parents kicked you out because some kids found out that you're parents were gay. Who gives a shit, it doesn't matter as long as they love you. And if you don't go home, I will be more disappointed in you than I am now." Zeshin gulped down his coffee and put money on the table. Then he stood up and walked to the door.

"I'm calling your father. I'll stay here for one night only, and then I'm gone." Zeshin said, then he left the diner. Zen slumped on his stool.

"I've been such a fool..." Zen said. He pounded his fist on the counter top. "Dammit, he's right! Of course it doesn't matter that my parents are gay. And I could transfer to another school to get away from those kids. I'm such a child, rushing into things without thinking. Now my father will probably never be the same. I'm so stupid." Zen said. Then he stood and left the diner without eating.

A/N - Yeah, I know this kind of thing has most likely been done before, but I just had to get it written down, Please r/r!

~Blue froggie~