Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Hopeless Dreams ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Hopeless Dreams

By Goth Koneko

Warnings: Rape, prostitution, pimping, language, torture and other bad things (I'm such a bitch)

Pairings…CrawfordxOmi

Rating: R

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*Looks at all the reviews * WOW! Thank you all for leaving such nice reviews! *Glomps all * Thank you so much! I wasn't even going to continue this but since you all reviewed…I think I will continue! ^^ Yes, poor Omi…I torture him way too much…but you always hurt the ones you love right?

Be warned, Brad is a total whack job here…

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Omi backed up into the wall, his body was still freshly numb from the cold and it had that sensation of pines and needles coursing through it. His eyes were wide with fright as he looked at the man in front of him, who glared angrily at him through his glasses. Crawford wasn't to happy when he found Omi half dead in the snow and had to drive him back to Omi's place. "Crawford-san…"Omi muttered weakly.

Crawford just glared at him, not even giving any notice that he even heard the boy speak. He was beyond pissed, and nobody gets Bradley Crawford pissed. "What the hell happened?" He demanded.

Omi swallowed hard, quaking before his pimp. "I-I…" Omi swallowed again, calming himself to a more decent level. "The john tricked me. He took all of the money…"

Crawford narrowed his eyes. "He took all of 'my' money?"

"Yes."

The dark haired man lowered his gaze down for a moment. Omi could see he was mad and backed further into the corner, slumping down and huddled there. He knew he was going to get a severe beating for his misjudgment.

A loud crash erupted as the table that was once in front of Crawford landed upside down in front of Omi with a loud bang. Crawford stormed over to the cowering boy and painfully gripped his hair and yanked him up on his feet. Omi whimpered, clawing at the hand that gripped his hair.

"I'm sorry Crawford-san! It won't happen again!" He pleaded, but only received a harsh yank.

"You lost all of MY fucking money and you say you're sorry!" The man shouted. He slapped Omi in the face fiercely, whipping his face to the side hard. "Fucking sorry isn't going to get my money back bitch!" He threw the boy into the wall, holding him up by the lapels of his worn jacket.

Tears were rolling down Omi's flushed and bruised cheeks, it burned. He was terrified. But he let his body limp, surrendering to his pimp. "I'll make up…" the youth pleaded again.

The man shoved him into the wall again. "You will…double." He released his hold on the distraught boy, letting Omi slide to the ground.

Omi looked up at him with wide eyes, confusion and fear in them. "D-d double?! But that's not fair!" Omi argued. Omi usually made about $1600 and that's about 20 customers a night to double that… "I can't!"

Crawford smacked him again. "You will get me double the money plus your usual." Before Omi could object Crawford took out his cell, his finger ready to dial. "Or would you want me to sign you over to Kudou?"

Omi reeled back at that name. Kudou Yohji was probably the worst pimp around. The youth swallowed. "Fine, double the money and the usual." He muttered in defeat, staring down at the ground. He felt fingers tilt his head up to meet up with the pimp's.

"You know I'm doing this for your own good?" Crawford said, looking into teared filled eyes.

Omi nodded weakly.

"Good."

TBC…

I'm still deciding on who should rescue him…. Any suggestions?

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