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I - Break Out Into Battle - I

Seconds before their skimmers crashed into an unfamiliar, but rocky Terra, they jumped off and resumed what they had started in the skies. The rush of the winds, the clash of blades and the feeling of adrenaline pumping in Aerrow’s veins made the battle with Dark Ace all the more thrilling and exciting.

Every time they fought, be it on their skimmers or the grounds of a nearby Terra, it would almost be enough for Aerrow to forget everything. He enjoyed their battles far more than he should and even now, from the frisky look of his opponent‘s face, the feeling was mutual.

“You seem to be getting better,” Dark Ace remarked. “But you need to work on your aim!” He dodged the swipes of Aerrow’s energy blades, tripped him over and kicked the blades out of his hands. Dark Ace stood then, grinning like a hungry wolf about to devour its prey.

A chill raced down Aerrow’s spine, but before a foot could slam into his face, he rolled to the side and got up instantly. He smiled cockily at his opponent and with one hand, used a familiar gesture that meant:

Come and get me.

I - BOIB - I

So close, so very close to defeating this brat of a leader.

And that little gesture was just an invitation to death, but like all of their battles, something else interrupted them. Black clad men emerged from the shadows and without a word, suddenly pounced on his opponent. It was truly inconvenient, but it wasn’t something he could control.

Determined not to let that happen to him, he slipped out of the scene and hid himself behind some of the larger rocks. He watched them take his struggling rival away, feeling something akin to disappointment. He looked ahead and from a distance, under the stars of the black sky, he saw a well-industrialized city. Those were rare, even for the places under the Cyclonian Empire.

A part of him wanted to go back to Cyclonia and report this to his Master. Another part of him was curious and wanted to delve further. He wanted to know what would befall his little rival and see if they could finish their battle. From their many encounters, it finally dawned to him that he would never let anyone have his rival.

Aerrow was his to kill.

I - BOIB - I

Aerrow didn’t know who the hell they were, but he would never die at the hands of these strangers. He struggled with all of his might and in the end, only worn himself out. It was times like these he wished that he had Radarr with him, but in the midst of the battle with Dark Ace, he had left Radarr behind.

The strangers dragged him into a vehicle and drove towards what seemed to be a lively downtown. A dark purple crystal was shoved into his pocket and then he could feel himself closing his eyes, getting tired and sleepy. He saw the blackness now and surrendered to it, falling into his dreams.

Hours later, he woke up in a dimly lit room filled with young boys and girls, some around his age and some younger. They were scantily dressed with the girls only wearing their white undergarments and translucent, flowing dresses, and the boys wearing only white, baggy pants.

The girls giggled as they saw him and edged closer. The boys were eyeing at him as though he was a piece of delectable meat. He tried to move, only to find himself sitting on a chair, with thick leather ropes wrapped tightly around his body. He still felt weak from that crystal draining his strength.

“Stop struggling,” one of the girls cooed, holding up a tray of cosmetics. Another girl pushed a small glass of water to his lips. He shook his head, trying to avoid the onslaught of white powder and eyeliner. Once again, in the end, he wasn’t at all that successful.

By the time they had finished doing a makeover of him, he was only dressed in shiny, white pants. Bands of gold decorated his ankles, wrists and arms. One glance at the mirror revealed that he no longer looked like himself. He was one of the exotic-looking boys now, something very pleasing to the eye.

But now he needed to know what was going on. With that damned crystal and the ropes gone, he could finally move again. He tried to ask one of the girls, but they shied away from him, giggling and eyeing at him as though he was the next best thing since sliced bread.

He didn’t understand. What was this place?

The doors slammed open, revealing the same men who had captured him earlier. He grabbed the nearest weapon around him, which happened to be the chair, and chucked it towards them. At the sight of some of them falling to the ground, he whooped in victory, but that was cut short when more of them stepped up and replaced their fallen comrades.

It was then he realized that he was completely outnumbered, cornered and defenseless. He would have escaped earlier if he hadn’t been bound to the chair and weakened from that crystal, and he would have escaped now if not for them blocking the only exit. To get out of this, he pretended to surrender and let them haul him out of the room.

Behind him, the girls waved, saying their goodbyes. There was a click, click, click, and he saw that these men were forcing him in bondage, connecting the gold bands together with thick, silver chains. They pushed him into a stage and he looked around, trying to find a way to escape. From the hungry eyes of the crowd, he realized that he was either in a slavery-supported Terra or–

– the Terra of brothels.

He bit his lip, trying to calm himself, because he knew he could get out of this. There were two ways; one, he could play along until he got out of this wretched, filthy place; two, he could raise hell and risk himself getting taken away again. The former seemed more reasonable and well-planned out. Piper would have been so proud of him.

A blond in a dark blue suit entered the stage, smiling at the ravenous crowd. “And now, this is our latest,” he paused, gesturing at Aerrow as though he was some highly prized product. “We thought we lost him, but we found him again in the outskirts of the city.”

Wait, what? So they had mistaken him for someone else? That just wasn’t right, man! He wasn’t some man-whore! He was the leader of the Storm Hawks for crying out loud! If they didn’t release him immediately and get all of this straightened out, he’d prove just why he was one of the best Sky Knights in all of Atmos!

“Imagine our luck!” the blond continued on as he clapped his hands together in a jovial manner, “of finding this exotic youth. Now, it’s only reasonable for us to start with a high price. How about five-hundred?”

“I’ll take him for six-hundred!” one of the women shouted from the crowd.

“Seven-hundred!”

Aerrow sighed and shook his head. If anything, he was priceless. He looked around once more and tried to inch away, just slowly, very slowly, even as his chains jingled. The price rose dramatically and then before he could make his get away, he saw someone very familiar in the crowd, someone with blood-colored eyes and a smug smirk…

“Five-thousand,” his rival called out with a tone of finality. Dark Ace stood tall as the people around him moved away. “Anybody else who dares to disagree will meet their end at my blades.”

They all stared at the buyer and then at Aerrow silently.

The blond smiled and sighed in exasperation. “Oh my.”

I - BOIB - I

The moment he saw Aerrow, he could barely recognize him.

He understood the crowd’s fascination with young boys. They seemed to have a lot of energy, life and sometimes, even innocence. But he couldn’t stand being in here.

In the corners of the shadowy auction room and the dark halls of this brothel, he had seen the languid movements of the naked prostitutes, some younger than Aerrow, pressing themselves up against their clients.

The clients were like the crowd, their eyes gleaming hungrily, sliding their lecherous hands under those clothes. They had treated the boys and girls as playthings that were all meant to be broken. Coming from them have been the stench of sex, sweat and blood; it had permeated the air, filling his nostrils.

This place was absolutely disgusting.

He pushed his way into the crowd, threw a pouch full of money towards the blond and tugged at his rival’s chains. When Aerrow didn’t respond, he tugged at the chains again. To his surprise, Aerrow tugged back.

“What are you doing?” he hissed. Aerrow only shook his head, his gaze was strangely intense. Didn’t the brat understand that he was trying to get both of them out of here? He didn’t have much time to think, much less act as Aerrow suddenly pulled at the chains and flung them around Dark Ace’s waist.

Was Aerrow trying to finish their battle here? What was the boy thinking?!

At this act of disobedience, those black-clad men rose from their seats and approached Aerrow, cracking their knuckles together. Dark Ace took this time to untangle the chains around him, but before he could do anything else, those men were dragging the rebellious, struggling boy away again!

Goddammit, didn’t he have a say in this?

He had just bought Aerrow!

I - TBC - I

A/n: LOL! More fanfics for the 35 fantasies! If I finish The Final and this story soon, I’ll be done with the 35 fantasies. Omg, almost done. Almost… done. But I like this story; it’s more loose and funny! =D

Any questions?

This story probably has four chapters altogether. The Final probably has five more chapters left.