Fic for Starry's Pup

[northwind_gale]

hopefully this will help you, dear~~~




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Everything is black, unending darkness. There is nothing but a void.

 

He sees nothing, processes nothing, thinks nothing. He did not, for he was not called to do so. Until he was needed, it was best to do nothing, to keep himself out of the way. To keep himself shut down until he was called to do so.

 

“Fudou Yuusei.”

 

The voice acts like a switch, triggering him and waking him from his stupor. His eyes brighten to life, a soft red glow behind the irises of deep cobalt blue which were once vibrant, now blank and devoid of any emotion. All of a sudden, the small room which he spends so much of his time in comes into focus-empty, just like he is, with nothing but a bed for him to rest in. Empty, waiting to be filled. And the man to fill it stands before him, wearing the white robes that his mimic.

 

“Placido-sama.”

 

His voice is rough, soft as if he barely used it. And he barely did-only talking when Placido-sama addressed him, when he commanded him to speak to himself or others.

 

“You will be allowed to leave the room today for your conduct. I expect you in my room at the usual time.”

 

“Aaa.”

 

And with that, he obediently holds out his arms, a robotic, instinctual action branded into him by endless streams of electricity and pain and torment. The man in front of him is prepared for this action, and slips a pair of metal cuffs over the extended wrists-a check on his limited freedom.

 

He could wander at will, but the metal rings would always call him back if he strayed too far. They were a constant reminder that he was always under the sway, the will, of this man.

 

Placido-sama.

 

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The rings called him to the room at the proper time. They always did, even if he hadn’t forgotten.

 

For how could he forget, indeed, when Placido-sama’s orders were all that were in his mind? His orders were all he needed to process, to process them meant he could function, could continue to see.

 

“Fudou Yuusei.”

 

“Placido-sama.”

 

“You know what needs to be done.”

 

“Aaa.”

 

It was only under this man’s command that he could act.

 

“Wider.”

 

“Aaa.”

 

It was only under this man’s command that he could feel.

 

“This is-?”

 

“…nnhhh…please…more, Placido-sama…”

 

“As expected, pet.”

 

It was only under this man’s command that he could live.

 

“Who do you serve, my boy?”

 

“You, Placido-sama…only you…my life is yours…”

 

“Come, pet.”

 

“Aaa…aaah…”

 

He was this man’s pet. His doll. His toy.

 

He was only for him.

 

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His chained hands roved the other man’s flesh as he settled himself into the warm bath, almost unused to the sensation.

 

This was the first time he had been allowed so deeply into Placido-sama’s personal life, allowed to bathe the one who held control over his strings…it was an honor, a privilege he was granted. He had no life of his own, what he had was allowed to him by Placido-sama. The life he was given was Placido-sama’s own, and to be allowed to share his personal life meant that he was allowed to live more…he couldn’t allow himself to make errors here.

 

Hands slippery with soap on warm flesh created a thrilling, never before felt sensation. He was almost breathless from amazement and wonder-or he would have been, if Placido-sama had told him he could be…

 

Chained hands wandered to the back of the man’s neck, rubbing the smooth flesh there in a gentle caress. Unbidden, unwanted rebellious thoughts suddenly burst forth, too quickly for the metal rings to rein them in, and suddenly his thumbs quickly, intentionally, pressed at the exposed, sensitive place, and the man slumped forward, knocked unconscious.

 

With the man out cold, he felt new, foreign thoughts rush through him. He was Fudou Yuusei. He was his own person. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He had to leave.

 

He strayed a few steps away before he felt the pain. The pain that started erasing those foreign thoughts, drove them away, out of his mind, leaving everything blank.

 

His body fell to the floor, unresponsive. Placido-sama had ceased to give him instructions.

 

Without those commands, his body shut off.

 

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“Fudou Yuusei.”

 

The voice was cold and emotionless, but it was the same voice that triggered his awakening each morning. His eyes flickered to life again, and he looked up, the figure who awakened him being a tall pillar swathed in white. Why did he appear to be so tall…

 

“Tell me where you are.”

 

Where he was…? As ordered, he took in more of the room and his surroundings, registering that he was lying down on a cold floor, that his ankles and wrists were bound by cold metal, and that he was starting to shiver as the room’s cold air struck his completely bare flesh. He spoke, a hint of fear creeping into his voice-if this was that room, then that was what he was required to feel…

 

“Placido-sama…”

 

“Tell me.” The voice was cold, unforgiving.

 

A rustle of the chains as he tried to jerk free from his bindings-just what Placido-sama expected from him.

 

“Please…”

 

There was no response this time, only a cold glare from the single visible red eye under the white hood.

 

“P…punishment, Placido-sama…”

 

“Correct. What for?”

 

“...T…Trying to leave, Placido-sama…trying to own my own life, Placido-sama…trying to leave the one who gives me the right to live…”

 

“Correct.” The man stepped forward, more of his disapproval showing in the thin line that was his mouth and the narrowed red eye.

 

“Placido-sama…please…it was only a brief impulse…I didn’t recognize it until it came…I wasn’t able to quell it on my own…Placido-sama, please…”

 

“Silence.” Immediately, he shut his mouth, obediently following his order, only staring up at the man he had tried to leave.

 

“It matters not that it was out of your control. It matters that it happened. There was an error in your actions. You know what that means.”

 

“…Repair, Placido-sama…”

 

“Correct. Repair.”

 

“P…Placido-sama…”

 

It hurt…it hurt so much…

 

…it wasn’t Placido-sama inside him…it was something else…driven into him with a punishing fervor

 

“Do you feel that?”

 

“I-I do…it hurts, Placido-sama, it hurts…”

 

“As it should.”

 

“Please…Placido-sama…please…”

 

“Not yet, boy.”

 

He shivered under the cold voice. He wasn’t being called “pet”…he wasn’t serving his purpose as his toy…how could he live if he wasn’t…?

 

“Louder.”

 

“A-AAAAAHAAAAAA! P-Please…l-let me…”

 

“No. You can’t come yet. Not until you are repaired.”

 

“H-h-no…please…AAAAAAAANGH!”

 

It felt like forever to him…this period when he was nothing but a useless, worthless thing to be fixed…this period when he had no life…no worth…

 

“Come, Yuusei.”

 

“P…Placido-samaaa…”

 

“Don’t sound so relieved…”

 

“P-please…”

 

“We need to make sure you’re completely repaired…there must be a trial period.”

 

“Placido-sama…”

 

“You are to remain here until I call for you again.”

 

“I…I understand…”

 

“If you have learned your lesson, then you will prove your willingness to remain loyal. You know what this entails.”

 

“…I do…”

 

The door was shut, and he was left alone in the room. But he did not shut down, as he had done whenever Placido-sama had left him.

 

Instead, he continued to register his surroundings, registered the cold, the pain, the emptiness…everything. He had to show that he would remain in his shame, this disgrace…for him, for Placido-sama. He would wait anywhere for his orders…and he would call for them, if he could only have life again.

 

“Placido-sama…Placido-sama…Placido-sama…”

 

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He had forgotten how long he had waited there, calling out the man’s name like it was some sort of homing beacon, had not registered anything other than he was left to sit in his own disgrace, dirtied and sullied from his attempt on Placido-sama’s life and the ensuing punishment.

 

He continued to call out for the other man in a steadily weakening voice, until a sharp lash cut across his cheek, reddening the pale flesh and eliciting a cry from him.

 

“Enough.”

 

An order from Placido-sama. He quieted, only looking up.

 

“It appears that you have been repaired properly. However, the trial period is not over.”

 

“P…Placido-sa-aaaaah!” Another lash. It was only then that he realized that he wasn’t being hit by the other man’s hand-rather a device enclosed within it that produced an electrical whip of sorts. So he still wasn’t being reinstated to that old closeness…

 

“Listen closely. You will cleanse and dress yourself in the proper fashion in the usual spotless manner I expect from you.”

 

“Aaa.”

 

“You will then be escorted to your room, where you will remain, just as before.”

 

“Aaa.”

 

“I will not be the one escorting you to your room, nor checking on you for the next few days proper.”

 

“A…aaa?”

 

“You will be receiving instructions from Jose in the time being. Do you understand?”

 

“…P…Placido-sama…” Another cry burst from his throat as the whip met flesh for the third time.

 

“Do you understand?”

 

“…I…I understand…”

 

“Very well. Carry on.” He felt himself directed to a room adjacent to this one, the room where he was always cleaned up after punishment. He cleansed himself robotically, ignoring the scars that smarted in pain as soap ran through them. The next part of the trial period hurt even more than that.

 

Days without running under Placido-sama’s command. Days without living, without being granted the privilege to live and process his surroundings. Days of that eternal blackness…

 

If he had been placed under Luciano’s command, the boy who seemed to have some sort of respect for Placido-sama’s plans, he would at least have been appeased by wayward mentions of said plans, of endeavors that Placido-sama was attempting, and even perhaps a command to deliver something to Placido-sama himself…

 

Jose, on the other hand, had no respect at all for Placido-sama, dismissed his plans as foolish and straying from the correct path they had started on-and particularly had no inclination towards what Placido had done to the Signer they had seen as both the largest help and the largest hindrance to their plan. Jose saw him as a useless puppet, all potential drained and something that was there only to appease Placido’s whims and tendencies. Thusly, Jose only paid the barest amount of attention to him, never giving him tasks and, when assigned to him, simply kept him locked away in his room for long hours on end, only awakening him so that he could feed and bathe himself, and no more.

 

Placido-sama probably had it planned this way…what he had done was a grave offense…

 

“You done, boy?”

 

That was Jose now, there to pick him up. He displayed no reluctance to heading towards his “trial period,” only blank obedience. The sooner he got through this, the sooner he could get back to listening under Placido-sama…get back to living…

 

“Aaa.”

 

“Come along then…”

 

The journey back to the room was silent save for the clanking of the metal rings that adorned his hands whenever he was out of his room. Jose wouldn’t speak to the wretched thing that represented a potential opportunity gone to waste, and Yuusei wouldn’t speak unless he was ordered to by Jose.

 

“Well, you know what to do. Get in there.”

 

And he did so, sitting on the bed obediently as Jose gave an annoyed sigh before closing and locking the door.

 

He swung his legs up to the bed, lying down flat on his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling. At that moment, he felt his body shutting down, awaiting further orders.

 

As everything faded to black, a flitting thought passed his mind: had this been what it had been like for Bruno back then, living only through orders and nothing more? The thought was quickly squashed and buried, his mind recoiling in fear of the metal rings that were not there, but had their presence known regardless, the metal rings that signified more punishment, more time left in the darkness.

 

He needed no thoughts. He needed no memories. There were only Placido-sama’s orders.

 

At that, his mind shut down, awaiting the order to awaken them again. Not from Jose. Jose couldn’t wake him up completely. He was Placido-sama’s toy and nothing else.

 

He would only awaken to serve him.