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Little Lost Cat	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters nor do I make any sort of profit from writing it.

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WARNINGS: Gore, rape, language, violence, lime, abuse, paranoia

The boy awoke feeling groggy and light headed. He groaned at the pain his head was feeling from passing out before as he opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that he was no longer blindfolded as he looked up at the endless ceiling. He wasn’t sure what he was looking at, but it appeared to be a very wide metal chimney that seemed to have no end. If that wasn’t odd enough, then the boy finding out his bonds were removed was even more so. The cuts on his wrists and ankles appeared to be cleaned and wrapped. He stared at them in surprise as he moved to sit on the metal table he was still on. After a moment, he looked around. Pipes seemed to make up half the room. The rest was a metal wall that the boy assumed made up the chimney. A whirring sound was heard around the room, which could’ve been the A/C or just the pipes having either a gas or a liquid going through them. He looked around himself a little more as he cautiously moved off the table and touched the cold floor on his bare feet. He looked down at himself at that odd notion and noticed that he was wearing a white tank top with white gi pants. He inspected the clothes a bit more, wondering how he got into them and why he was put into them.

After a moment, he returned to looking around the room and noticed that there were three other metal tables lining the one side of the room and two regeneration tanks on the other. The boy was expecting to see torture tools sitting somewhere in the room, but was surprised to see that there was none. The metal tables were bolted to the floor and the regeneration tanks were bolted against the wall. No loose furniture seemed to be in the room and the boy couldn’t help but wonder that maybe it was like that on purpose. Oddly enough, the boy didn’t see his tormentor anywhere. Is he letting him go or did he lock him in this room? With that thought in mind, the boy looked around for a way out and noticed there was a metal door possibly leading out of this room. His heart beat fast at the thought of escaping, but also had the feeling of dread that the door was locked. However, once he opened it, he practically cried in relief when it wasn’t locked, but his relief was short lived once he realized it lead to a pipe-lined hallway. This place seemed to remind him of a boiler room or warehouse, but the place was cold instead of steaming hot.

Hesitantly, he entered the hallway and cautiously looked down it, wandering what was at the end. It seemed to curve off a little ways down, which made the boy’s heart beat faster all the more. Thinking it was better than staying in the room, he chanced the hallway and carefully treaded down it. He shivered from the cold that attacked his skin that wasn’t covered as he hugged himself to try and shield himself from it. He jumped a little when he heard something bang behind him, then the same banging happened but was softer and he realized it was just the pipes. What was this place? Why was he taken to such a place? And where was his tormentor? When he neared the curve, he hesitantly peeked around it and realized it went a little longer before it came to another hallway going across it; making it a four-way intersection in the middle of the hall. He looked behind him again, just to see if he was being followed, then made his way to the middle of the intersection. He looked down both ways and noticed that more pipes lined the halls, but there was no sign of life. Chancing it, he continued down the hallway he was in, only to practically jump out of his skin when he heard a loud bang. He looked behind himself again and waited for something to come towards him. Instead, he heard a man’s voice humming and realized it was the same voice that taunted him the last time he was conscious.

When he heard the man in the room, he heard what sounded like a mock gasp in surprise. “Uh oh. It looks like my kitty got away. Gee, I sure hope he isn’t…lost.” He said the last word in what sounded like amused lust. “Perhaps I should go find him.” As soon as he finished, the boy started sprinting down the hall in the opposite direction when he heard the man head his way.

The boy didn’t know where he was going nor did he care. He just knew he had to get away from his tormentor. He went down a different hall when he came to another intersection. His heart rate going faster than he’s ever felt it beat before as he ran for his life. “Oh, kitten! Where are you precious?”

The boy moaned pitifully to himself as he continued running…only to run into a dead end. He hit the wall in his frustration and cursed it for stopping him from escaping. He looked around himself in a panic as he heard boots on metal…the man getting closer. When all seemed lost, the boy looked up and noticed a vent opening above him. Quickly and quietly as he could, he opened the vent and climbed inside. He replaced the opening and began climbing through the duct carefully so that he may not be heard. When he came to another opening, he saw the man standing just outside of it, but thankfully, he didn’t appear to know that he was there. The man looked around himself as if he just heard something, then reluctantly kept walking while singing, “Little kitty, little kitty, little…lost…cat. Where oh where are…you…at.”

The boy let out a breath that he didn’t realize he’d been holding as he watched the man leave. Strangely, there seemed to be something familiar about that man. Almost as if he’s seen him before. The flame-shaped hair style was probably what brought on that familiarity. His deep voice had a heavy accent, but the boy couldn’t place it. The man was definitely Saiyan, from the way the man’s tail waved behind him in amusement. The boy shook his head, deciding not to think on it as he tried to steer his thoughts on getting out. He leaned against the walls of the duct and gasped when something sharp stabbed into his tail. He looked behind him and brought his tail in front of him to see what it was and realized that something gold was wrapped around the base and middle of it. He carefully touched the one in the middle and realized it was a ki restraint from the way it zapped him a bit. There were two kinds of ki restraints: ones that drained one’s ki and ones that trapped it and could reciprocate it back, causing harm to the one wearing it. However, not just anyone could get them. One had to be in the military to get a hold of them. Even then, they had to be licensed to use them. From the looks of the two restraints…he was wearing both of them. It would explain why he was having troubles escaping his bonds earlier. Just who was that man and what did he have on his mind? The boy didn’t want to stay and find out as he continued crawling through the air system.

On his journey, a repugnant smell hit him. The boy scrunched his nose at the foul smell as he continued his way; the smell getting stronger. After a while, the boy had to stop and cover his nose with his arm. What was that? It almost smells like…the boy tensed when he thought of the word…death. His heart raced as he reluctantly continued moving. However, a few feet further and the source of the smell fell loose from the air duct above him and fell on top of him. The boy yelped at the unexpected falling object and tried to get out from underneath it. When he did, he couldn’t help but scream when he realized it was a body. It was still in the process of decomposing as its rotting smell filled the small space. The boy crawled back in terror as tears of fear threatened to spill from his eyes. He wasn’t the only one. There were others before him that met their fate from the madman roaming the halls. However, this one looked like he was too afraid to leave the safety of the ducts and died from starvation or…a fatal wound. The boy coughed and turned away from the body. However, he didn’t get a chance to recover when he looked out one of the openings of the vent in front of him and realized that someone was staring back at him.

That someone grinned. “There you are Kitten.” Not waiting another second, the man ripped open the vent and reached for his victim.

The boy cried out in surprise and fear and he quickly turned around to escape. He paused right before where the body lay, not wanting to crawl over it in order to escape, but it looked like he had no choice. He quickly crawled over the body, but as soon as he did so, the duct in front of him fell loose and hit the floor. He cried out again as he slid towards the new opening in the duct, the body sliding after him. The duct behind him also seemed to fall and hit the floor; trapping him so that he couldn’t escape. Deciding to chance it, as soon as he touched the floor he bolted from the duct and down the hall. The body behind him slid to a halt when it reached the floor, its head and arms showing. Just when the man was about to chase his victim, he noticed an older one of his on the floor and bent down to sniff at it. He took a long whiff and closed his eyes with a smile on his face when he recognized who it was through the decaying smell. “Why, my lovely Butterfly. So that’s where you went.” He traced the body’s decaying features with a disappointed sigh. “Too bad. I wanted to play with you a little more, but you managed to hide from me for soooo loooong. My lovely little Butterfly…” He trailed off sadly before picking up the body and slinging it over his shoulder. “Oh well. I have a Kitten to play with now.” He gushed as he continued to pursue his new victim.

Where was the way out?! This entire place seemed like a maze! All the hallways looked the same! The poor boy couldn’t tell which hallway he already went down. For all he knew, he was backtracking towards the madman. He let out a cry of frustration and fear. Maybe there was no way out. That must be it. Why else would the man let him go? This was probably one of the games that he was talking about. He’s getting off just chasing him around this endless place. The boy sank to his knees at his hopeless situation. However, his moment was short lived as his breath caught in his chest when he heard footsteps. He stood quickly while looking behind him and in front of him. Which way was he coming from? He looked in both directions frantically as he backed up against the wall. “Little kitty, little kitty, little…lost…cat…” The man sang again as he came closer; giving the boy a moment of reprieve as he now knew where the man was coming from.

He went back the direction he came and went down another hallway. A few hallways later, the man somehow got ahead of him. Was he going in circles? And that tune…that song that the man kept singing was only making it worse. The boy practically screamed every time he ran into the man. When all seemed lost, the boy finally stumbled upon another steel door. However, it had writing all over it. Some of it was written in red while the rest looked like it was carved into the door. He didn’t take the time to read it as he quickly opened it and entered the dark room. As soon as he did so, freezing cold air greeted him…along with a horrible smell. It was the same smell that was in the air duct, except it was much stronger. He coughed and gagged; almost on the verge of throwing up. He froze when he heard the footsteps stop just in front of the door and the man’s muffled voice came through. “Oh, Kitten. You’ve found my closet.”

The boy took a step back at that statement. When he did so, he tripped over something on the floor and shouted out in surprise. He almost wept when he could only wonder what it could be. He reached out a shaky hand to touch what it was and jerked back when he realized it was the body that he found earlier. He crawled back quickly in surprise, only to run into something hanging behind him. He screamed at the object as it swung back and forth. Hesitantly, he touched it too and felt something wet on his hands. He brought it to his nose and carefully sniffed it…recognizing it as blood. He cried out again and quickly backed away as the body continued to swing. The boy slipped on the dried and somewhat fresh blood on the floor and kept colliding into bodies no matter where he went. This room must’ve been filled with them. Perhaps that’s what the man meant by his closet. The room felt like a freezer…truly this place was hell. Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, the screeching sound returned as the crazed man carved something on the door. The blade cried and screamed as it was forced against another metal…carving angry letters into a blank space on the door. “Kitten” it said. The man hummed and caressed the word he just carved in. The word was bigger than most of the other pet names that he gave his victims that were carved into the door. The man leaned his back and head against it as he closed his eyes and listened to his new victim screaming and crying in the room behind him…such a wondrous sound.

After a while, the boy’s screaming died somewhat, but hysterical sounds could still be heard. The man sighed, getting ready for what was to come before he entered the room. He flipped on the light switch, causing the somewhat dull, yellowish light to illuminate all the horrors in the room, which caused the poor boy to continue his screaming. Blood painted the walls and floor and bodies decorated the walls. Some were either hanging from chains and hooks while others were pinned to the walls and some were sitting against the wall in disturbing positions. The man watched the boy with a smile as he closed the door and locked it. “Kitten.” He said affectionately, bringing the boy’s attention towards him. “Do you like it?” He moved away from the door and walked around the room; briefly touching the slowly decomposing bodies as he did so.

Wild panting came from the younger as he looked around; sobs emanating from his hoarse throat. “It’s horrible! Why would you do such a thing!”

The man smirked. “I knew you’d like it. All of them seemed to when they first saw them.” When he came to one of the bodies hanging from a hook, he grabbed its hands and seemed to dance with it as he twirled it around and him along with it; causing it to spin. He chuckled when he did this then casually let it go. It swung around as he continued on his path of corpses. He stopped to affectionately touch one corpse that was hanging from the wall. Its arms, legs, and neck were bolted to the wall in a spread out fashion. Its head hanging since it had no reason to stay up. Blood covered the cold flesh and some of its bones were showing as well; either from wounds he had or from decomposing. “This one was my first. You could say…we had a thing. I was sixteen at the time and he was merely a servant I was fooling around with. However, as time went on…the more I felt for him, but one day, I found out just how much he cared about me…when I caught him sleeping with another. It all happened in seconds, but it felt like years the way the pain was tearing me apart inside. I killed his lover and had him locked away. Soon after, I took my time getting my revenge.” The man said in a dead voice as his hand trailed down the corpse’s cold, unmoving chest.

The boy gasped at the admittance and for some reason, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him…just a little bit. He mentioned that the boy was a servant. Does that mean that this man was a noble? Perhaps that’s why he looked familiar…

The man turned back to him. “I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much, I decided to make it a little hobby of mine.” He grinned.

Not even a second went by when the boy bolted for the door, trying to open it and escape, but of course it was locked. He tried unlocking it but for some reason, he couldn’t figure out how it was locked in the first place. There was a dead bolt, but it wasn’t latched. There seemed to be a handle on the outside but not on the inside. How did the door open and close in the first place? Perhaps whatever came in here wasn’t getting out. He turned around in a panic when he heard the other move slowly around the room; brushing by his other trophies. He could see the man’s features clearly now. He was probably a few inches taller than him and looked no older than twenty. He wore white gloves and his clothes looked like ones a noble or the prince himself would wear. He was actually quite handsome, but…the smell of death and the bodies that littered the room somehow made him resistible. When the man slowly made his way towards him next, he noticed the royal symbol on the armor that he wore on his left breast. The boy’s eyes widened as he gasped at the red symbol, the man’s appearance finally coming together. “You’re…you’re…th-the…p-p…” He couldn’t finish…it was unbelievable.

Vegeta smirked. “That’s right, Kitten. I’m you’re prince. So, you better do as I say.” He said seductively as he pinned the younger against the door with his body; setting his hands on either side of the boy’s head.

The younger flinched at the action and whimpered. “I-I’m sorry…what h-happened to you, but…there must be s-some other way t-to ease your pain.” He tried talking himself out of joining the corpse’s that adorned the walls.

Vegeta lifted a hand to the boy’s cheek and turned it towards him. “You’re right, Kitten. There is a way you could ease my pain.” He said excitedly then leaned down and kissed the younger.

The boy moaned in fear, but didn’t move; afraid in what might happen if he pulled away, but didn’t respond to the kiss either. After a moment, when it seemed like the prince wasn’t going to pull away, the boy feared that he would make him pass out again, so he put his hands on the other’s chest to push him away, but the man was too strong. He tried turning his head away instead and it worked. He wanted to put some distance between them, but the royal wouldn’t let him. Tears of fear streamed down the younger’s face and he shook from the emotion as well. “P-Please…l-let me go. M-My f-father a-and brother w-will be looking f-for me.” He clenched his eyes shut, afraid to look the other in the eyes.

Vegeta leaned forward a bit and grabbed the boy’s hands and pinned them to the wall on either side of his head. The boy opened his eyes in surprise and gasped at the action, but didn’t move in fear of what else might happen. He leaned in and brushed his lips against the younger’s neck, jaw and fluttering pulse…absolutely loving the fear he was striking in him. “Nah ah, Kitten. That isn’t going to work on me.” He moved his lips to a delicate ear. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time. Your father is always away on missions and your brother is the same. However, he comes to check on you every other month and gives you the money he’s earned from his missions. You’ve been taking care of yourself since you were fifteen. However, you rarely leave the house, only coming out when you need food. I found that quite odd at first, but then I found out that you were a tsukai.” He paused there, letting what he knew soak into the younger’s head.

The boy gasped and looked at the prince with great worry, fear still evident in his eyes. “H-How did you…”

Vegeta chuckled. “Well, considering that I am royalty, information is quite easy to get on anyone I want. So you see Kitten, you are a rare gem.”

The boy shook uncontrollably at the look in the royal’s eyes. Tsukais were Saiyan men that could bear children. However, since they’re so rare, they’re usually taken to a facility where they may use their gift for the Saiyans who weren’t. His father made sure that he was safe enough to where he wouldn’t be taken away. That’s why they live in a rural town quite far from any major cities, so he wouldn’t be spotted from his appearance. His thin frame and submissive nature were the obvious signs. His skin was pale from not going outside much, but it can also be a sign, if one were to hide themselves from the other obvious features. “H-How long…h-have you-“

“Have I been watching you? Let’s see…I believe a little over a year now. Mmm, when I first saw you in the market, I knew right away I had to have you.” The prince purred as he laved at the younger’s neck.

“Wh-What…” The boy paused to release a sob. “…are you…p-planning on d-doing…” That was it. He couldn’t finish the sentence let alone the thought. He figured the other got the idea anyway.

“Mm, I plan to ravish you. I want you under me, screaming my name as I take your virginity. I don’t care if it’s in pain or pleasure. I just want you to scream.” Vegeta pressed his body closer to the trembling form as he continued his ministrations.

The boy shook his head in disbelief as more tears streamed down his face, caught by a greedy tongue. “No…I don’t w-want it to be y-you.”

Vegeta stopped to look the other in his watery and fearful eyes. “Why not Kitten? I am a prince after all. Who else would you want?”

The younger moved his eyes around the room. “Well, l-look at th-this place. I-It’s a nightmare…and it’s y-your doing. I-I don’t want…a killer…for a l-lover.” His sentences broke up from his sobbing.

“Ah, Kitten. Who says I’m going to kill you? Although, I’m not making any promises. I have yet to decide what I want to do with you. Oh, well. We have plenty of time.” Vegeta said in amused lust as he stroked the other’s tear streaked face. “Now, let’s move on, shall we?” His grip tightened on one of the boy’s hands and dragged him towards the middle of the room, where there appeared to be bloodied chains attached to the floor.

The boy struggled and pulled, trying to free himself. “No! Please! Please don’t do this!” His feet practically slid across the freezing, blood stained floor as he tried fighting against the other.

“Not to worry, Kitten.” Vegeta said simply when they reached the pile of chains. He pulled the boy to him, “I’ll try not to be too rough.” He smirked as he forced the younger to the floor, causing his white clothes to be stained in the red substance.

The younger screamed and tried fighting against him with all his might. “Please, no! No!” He cried pitifully when he heard and felt the chains on his arms and legs…his efforts were futile.

Once he was tied down in a sprawled position on his back, Vegeta moved to rid himself of his armor and gloves. He left his boots on and slid his pants down just enough to free his excited member as he slowly descended to his squirming, beautiful prize below. He crawled on top of the shivering form and straddled a trim waist. He rested on his hands that were placed on either side of the younger’s shoulders as he stared at the trembling and crying form below, who still begged him not to do what he was about to do. He lifted a hand to wipe away a few tears. “Beautiful.”

Suddenly, he leaned down and grabbed the thin white shirt with his teeth and ripped it off from the shaking form and tossed it aside; his eyes drinking in the site. The boy let out a shout at the unexpected movement as he continued to struggle and get out of his bonds. “Now, now, Kitten. You don’t want to reopen your wounds, do you?” Not waiting for an answer, the sadistic prince quickly leaned down to steal a kiss and a few moans from the younger as his hands slowly caressed an arching torso.

The boy tried to escape the kiss, but to no avail. His heart felt like it was skipping a few beats from the sheer terror he felt. He was now at the mercy of his sadistic tormentor and there was nothing he could do but let it happen. Once Vegeta pulled away, he tried again. “Please…don’t hurt me…” He gasped as a few more tears fell at the hopelessness of his pleas.

Vegeta smiled before leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Meow.” He cooed in amusement. He laughed when he got a shudder as a response. “Meow, meow, meow.” He continued in a light tone and licked the younger’s cheek cutely. “Meeeeeooooow.” He dragged it out in a more forceful tone. “Meow little Kitten. Meow.” He ordered in a soft tone. When he got nothing but sobs in return, he grabbed untamed locks and forced the other to look at him. “Meow.” He ordered in a warning tone as if saying ‘or else.’

The boy let out a few sobs before forcing out the word. “Me-Meow.” He said quietly.

“Meeeeeoooooow.” He dragged it out again so he may get a better response.

“Meow.” The younger moaned out.

Vegeta smirked and chuckled. “There you go. Meow for me, Kitten.” He cooed as he ripped off the other’s pants next, which exposed not-so-excited nether regions.

The boy cried out at having the only garment protecting him being ripped away. He shook his head frantically when he noticed Vegeta pulling out a much excited erection, then leaning over him again and giving his pale, smooth skin attention. The younger wanted to vomit right then and there. The events leading up to this situation were getting to him and so was the smell. His extreme fear and worry making his stomach churn. The rotting bodies around them lolled and frozen in their position as they stared at the show before them. For some reason, this made the younger self-conscious as he ducked his head in the crook of Vegeta’s neck. The royal chuckled at the reaction. “Don’t worry, Kitten. They think you’re beautiful too.”

The boy moaned pitifully as he turned his head away. “S-Stop s-saying th-that.” He stuttered out, the cold and terror getting to him.

The prince chuckled again. “Well, it’s true. Only perfection is allowed in my collection…Kakarot.” He whispered the younger’s name.

Kakarot gasped at the other knowing his name, but that only lasted for a second before a head splitting scream tore from his throat. Vegeta took that opportunity to plunge his aching hardness into virgin flesh; tearing through the soft sensitive tissue and causing the blood coming from it to be his lubricant. He stilled as he took in the wonderful scream that he tore from the other, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He tilted his head back as the warmth of his precious kitten tightened around him; trying to push out his intruding appendage. After a moment, he looked down at a panting and crying sight as he smoothed his hands over a heaving chest. “My, kitten. You feel like a dream. Even better than I thought.” The prince moaned.

After another moment passed, the royal began rocking his hips lazily. Each time he plunged back into heaven, loud whimpers and moans escaped from the beauty below; causing him to get more excited. “Y-Your…H-Highness!” Kakarot tried crying out as he was thoroughly abused from the inside.

The prince growled loudly before grabbing a fistful of untamed locks again and lifted him as much as he could towards him. Kakarot cried out at the unexpected treatment as Vegeta sneered in his face. “What did I tell you to fucking call me?! Huh?! Tell me!” His movements paused for a moment.

Kakarot cried helplessly in his grip as he tried to remember. After a few minutes, it finally came to him. “Ma-Master.” He gasped out as he was dropped roughly.

“Very good, kitten.” His movements increased the next moment, causing more pain and discomfort for the panting and writhing form below. His struggles increased all the more when Vegeta would increase his efforts. The bandages on the boy’s wrists and ankles became blood soaked when his wounds reopened. Murmured pleas and cries of pain accompanied their rough love making as Vegeta doubled his efforts and used all of his strength to pull in and out of the tight abused entrance. He gripped writhing hips in a bruising grip so he may plunge deeper into that heaven. “No more, no more, no more, no more! Please!! No more, no more…!” Kakarot screamed nonstop, not being able to take the excruciating pain anymore.

“Almost there. Hang on, kitten.” Vegeta panted heavily as his hips eagerly thrust against bruised ones.

Kakarot threw his head from side to side, trying to get his mind away from what was happening, but the pain kept bringing him back. “Brother!” The poor thing called for his close relative…the one that promised to always look out for him and protect him. His tears mixed into the blood stained floor as his cries of pain and mumbled pleas mixed with Vegeta’s laughter. With one last hard thrust, the brutal prince emptied his seed inside the quivering and bloodied form below. “Oooooh, kitten!” After his violent tremors of ecstasy passed, he collapsed on the younger to catch his breath.

Kakarot let out a pained yelp at the harsh impact and continued to weep at the treatment he was just given. After a moment of listening to a pounding heart, Vegeta hummed and began sucking on what pale flesh he could get, leaving dark circles in his mouth’s wake. Kakarot let out a whimper and Vegeta let out a moan as his softening erection slid out of his beautiful prisoner. Blood streamed along Kakarot’s creamy thighs and pooled below him, along with the royal’s seed.

Vegeta lifted himself then and sat on his knees, taking in the sight he made. His malicious gaze trailed down to the bloodied and torn entrance of the mewling form below. He licked his lips when he saw red streams run down quivering thighs then leaned down to lick them away. Kakarot whimpered at the feeling and tried to move away from it, but to no avail. Instead, he could only twitch and struggle against the odd sensation. It came dangerously close to his abused entrance until that wet muscle penetrated him. Vegeta moaned at the taste as he circled his tongue around the torn ring, enjoying the feeling of the quivering hole clenching around it periodically. “Stop…please…” Kakarot begged again, the events of the day taking their toll on him as exhaustion tried to take over.

Vegeta pulled away with a grin then licked away what substance made it on his chin and leaned over the trembling form below so he may smirk in the younger’s face. “Meow.” He ordered in amusement.

“Me…meo…” Kakarot whimpered out before he passed out.

Vegeta chuckled darkly and leaned back. “My sweet kitten. You did well.” He pet the younger’s cheek in a loving manner before getting up. He put his armor back on and slid his pants up then looked down in thought for a moment before grinning. “Perhaps I should give my kitten a bath.”

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Omg…I am so mean to Kaka! D: What the hell is wrong with me?! >< Oh, right…I’m a weirdo. :) I may have written this, but you all are reading it, so I’m not the only weirdo. :p By the way, tsukai means bearer in case some or none of you knew. I don’t know who all speaks Japanese so…there you go. O.o So, what will happen to our poor Kaka next? Let’s read on. :)
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