Prompt: 2.
Username: Yushika
Faction: Spades
Entry: 'Corruption.'
"Get the hell out of here!"
"What is wrong with you?!"
"You're nothing but trouble!"
Quick little feet scampered down the hall, the sound of thrown plates smashing into the tiles by his feet echoing throughout the halls. A green blurb darted for the stairs, sliding down the banister and charging out the front door, slamming them open with tiny hands. Hurriedly, the small figure slipped into the gardens, heart hammering as the child located a large tree, scampered up it, and curled it's tiny form into a small hole. Drawing little limbs into himself, the golden eyed boy had just enough room to flip his hood over his head and curl into himself, choking back sobs.
'Awful people. Awful awful. I should have listened to him!' His heart still hammered, it hadn't stopped ever since the first plate was thrown. Tightly, he curled further into his ball, clenching golden eyes shut.
All he wanted was to leave the room! Yeah.... He had told him not too.... but... It was tiring always waiting for Him to come to see him! He didn't want to wait for food to be brought, or new clothes, or someone to talk to him...
'Zale, stay here. Until you're older I don't want the others to meet you. You shouldn't even be here, you're to naive and innocent.'
He knew He regretted bringing him here when He found his egg.... Of course. The Spades faction didn't need wuss' like him! Zale didn't mean to be so weak, he hadn't asked to be in this faction! He hadn't asked to be stored away as if he was a forbidden thing! Yet, despite his hurt at being hidden his face always lit up when He came back to see him.
But today he couldn't do it anymore.
He just wanted to, for once, see what the area was like. Zale thought if he was quick no one would catch him. Then, he saw that lovely cake in the kitchen and slipped in, tiny fingers stealing some icing. He hadn't really expected his hands to knock the cake over... Then the screaming... he didn't know anyone there. He hadn't known a single soul, yet they were screaming and yelling and throwing.
As his tears stopped, the treecko considered returning back. Though... could he? Now people knew he was around, what would happen to him? He knew Spades was a dangerous place, and now he wished he has just listen to Him. But he hadn't. He disobeyed the orders and now it was unlikely he'd be able to return to Him. That mere thought broke his childish heart, tears welling again.
If they never saw each other again.... he'd be all alone again. It'd be like before... As these feelings drifted in his head, his eyes relaxed, breath softening and limbs loosening. Slowly, he drifted into sleep.
- - - - - - - - - -
He had always loved this tree. Ever since he hatched in a random garden the first thing he did was climb into it. It was cold outside and the tree had a strange warmth to it... The hole hid him well, and the tight space sent a feeling of security through him. It was an old tree, probably in the verge of death, but the little boy loved it. For awhile it was his only friend, his only home. He would leap from the tree, steal berries, and rush right back in, eating them quietly. Sometimes, his silly brain would think his friend was hungry and would smear berries on the bark. He was a content child.
Then He came. The boy had been running for a berry trip, nearly tripping over himself as he did, and he was stopped by a dark haired, dark eyed man. Quickly, he was scooped up into strong arms despite his frightened protests, his little tiny hands reaching for his tree in absolute terror. No! This strange thing was taking him away from his friend!
As the man took him away, the boy screamed and clawed frantically, until a hand covered his mouth and he was held tightly in the arms, firmly. Quickly, he was whisked into a room, dropped, and sent to sleep as a gentle, warm song was sang.
Each day this was repeated. He would wake, scream, and be silenced. As the days wore on so did his ability to fight, until finally he would wake, weak with hunger, and mutely allow this strange man to hand him food. Strange food. Not berries, but warm things. Things that tasted sweet, spicy, tangy, things he had never eaten before. The man never hurt him, only gently put his large hands on his head time to time and smiled at the child as if he was the most precious thing in the world.
As time went on, the little boy was named Zale, and the two bonded. Of course, at first Zale would escape to his tree, leaping from the window and hastily scrambling to his tree, apologizing for leaving it. However, he'd miss the warm man, the man that took care of him as if he was His son, and when He came back to his tree Zale would scurry into his arms.
Though, he was told countless times never to leave the room, and eventually Zale obeyed. He hated that look on His face when he was sent back to the room, the look of anger and worry. He hated hurting him. And so, eventually, Zale stopped leaving. When he was given a hoodie he began to adopt the habit of flipping the hood up whenever upset, or when he wanted to pretend he was invisible. He would do so when upset with Him, and He would obediently leave him alone until the hood fell, crying out in pretend shock as if He hadn't known he was there the entire time.
Zale had grown to love this man as if He was his father. The tree became forgotten, and they were much like a family. Then today happened, and now... now he was alone. He had screwed up, hadn't he? He wished he hadn't... he wished he had listened. He wanted to go home. He wanted to wait for Him and squeal happily when the door opened. Now? He had screwed it up... of course.
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Zale's eyes opened to the sound of rain. His tree protected him, as it had when he first hatched. The familiar warmth covered him, fighting off the rain and cold for the small boy. Quietly, he stirred, eyes peering through the heavy rain. In the morning he'd need to get berries, lots of them. He had been spoiled with the food of the Spade faction, his stomach had begun to need more food to sustain him. Groaning, he pressed back into the tree, eyes closing once more.
He just.... he should have listened....
"Zale."
The voice nearly sent Zale flying from the tree. Instead, he hit his head on the top of the hole as he sat up to quickly, eyes flashing to frantically search through the rain. He couldn't see him! He couldn't find him! Without thinking, he leapt from the hole, tumbling into the rain and landing in mud. The hood flipped off, allowing rain to pelt his head. But, he didn't care.
"_____!" He cried out his name, met with warm arms in seconds. Snuggling into the warmth, the boy clung to the father figure, refusing to listen as the man tried to pry him off. No. No no no. He wasn't letting go. He wasn't going to look up. No, he wouldn't stop crying. He Couldn't make him.
"Zale. Would you listen to me?"
The stern tone, that was enough to shut him down. His eyes widened, allowing the man to pry him off and set him down, watching as his hood was flipped over his head to protect him. The man didn't look happy. He didn't look even remotely relieved to see Zale was okay. No... he looked... sad.
"I told you to stay in the room." Before Zale could open his mouth, he was shushed with a stern sigh. "I had hopes to send you to the Club faction. Now, I can't. They know you are here, and, Zale, you cannot leave."
It didn't matter. He never wanted to! He hadn't ever planned to leave this place, ever! Though, that look.... it stopped him from speaking further. "If I want you to live a successful life, we need to start training you." Eh? Large, innocent eyes watched the other, confusion evident in them. "You trust me, right?" Without hesitation, Zale nodded. Of course he did! He always would! Eyes focused on him, and then, grimly, the man nodded.
"Then I will teach you how to become a hitman."
