CURRENTLY GOING THROUGH MASSIVE RE-WRITE. NEW VERSION SHOULD START BEING POSTED IN A WEEK OR TWO. 05/05/2012

(Please be aware that at about the 20th chapter my style slightly changes. Instead of having several short scenes per chapter I have more flowing one's. It shouldn't bother too much, it'll just mean that when I edit I will rewrite the first few chapters so that these scenes will merge. It'll also be easier to tell which character is speaking.

Also, at the moment there is swearing, in the second draft all of that will be taken out and replaced with made up obscenities. Such as whyr-felled instead of whyr-*!#!ed. I just didn't want to confuse myself.)

ZEKKANHAE

Zekkanhae, the Death God, rocked back and forth on her chair, humming a tune. She was bored. Her brother had finally run off. She'd had her hissy fit and now there was nothing to play with. She felt slighted.

A knock at the door stopped her pointless musing. Smiling, she called, “Come in Kaide,” drawing out the syllables as she went.

A young black haired male stepped into the room. He seemed calm but she could smell the nervousness coming off him in waves. She grinned, well aware that she looked sinister, and waited for him to speak.

Finally after a silence of mere seconds the Kythaine Angel caught on and said in a rich voice: “Amadeus has escaped.”

“I know.” She answered, laughing with a tinge of madness. “But he'll come back, he never can keep of trouble.” The laughter increased in both pitch and volume.

Kaide Rhine, the False God's son beat a hasty retreat.

Zekky's 'trouble' meant torture, war and death to the rest of them.

KYIIKO'S STUDY

Here I am, looking at my reports again and sighing. They came through last Merde, all gloomy and whyr-@^$!ed, talking about a new deportment of children at the docks. King, being the slave-driver he is, felt the need to push his luck and ordered me to investigate. It isn't that I begrudge the work, King had said from the start it'd be hard, but I just don't have the time – there are children in this city that need help as well. A certain prissy bastard seems to forget that the 'R'sschien' harbours slaves, whores and whip-dogs just as easily as anywhere else.

So right now I'm at the dawn-hour of Laduhn, tired and rubbing the gritty soreness from my eyes. I've finally met with the crass Shipmaster of the 'Vohoiz Terquinn', who had, on the surface, seemed pleasant enough. But I know when to take advice from my gut-feeling and it had told me to be wary, to dislike him. I knew I wasn't wrong from the way the kid-slaves looked at him. Fear, revulsion, anger... the list went on but the most disturbing had probably been the desire...

A pretty little lass she might once have been, but right about the time I'd walked past she'd been 'fit'ing for hours. It was made obvious by the hoarseness of her voice, the crazed-wyhr in her eyes. And Lorr do I know that look. Lerryn, the Shipmaster hadn't payed a strip of notice but her screaming had stopped and her eyes followed his footsteps almost lucidly...

I brought myself back to my study and shuddered at the memory. Oh yes, I know what that means and it's not something you get shot of either. When I'd helped King and Taffy with the whores from Perodox I'd seen it there clear as day, the crazed lust for the obscene. 'Wyhr's Children' is what you call them. Because they are hers, as crazy as she is, and you can only hope that death's kind to them because that's all they have to look forward to. The pretty girl was gone, I'm betting there were plenty others like her on that Heizpit of a ship as well.

But I've made my decision. King wants as many kids as possible saved from their fates, that means the weak, scared ones that still have time left. Not the Wyhr Children or the ones that're used to it, they're just easy and you can't do anything for them. Lorr there are a lot of those, this isn't some pretty job. In that light I've chosen from the worst of the best. Seven young kid-slaves when I have room for barely two more. I can't help it, besides Accomplice thieves can take them in later anyhow. They don't ask no questions if you've got a head for crime or murder.

I've even talked over my choices with King. Because yes, I knew he'd argue, he always did, always wanted to help the ones that were just too far ##&%ing gone. But he's my boss and I'm wyhr-*@*%ed if he decides to cast me off.

Never-the-less we finally agreed. Yeah, the one's I'd chosen, but he'd beaten me down to rescue another as well, to which I should have responded with a flat no because she won't last the week. But I just can't do it. Well I'll be getting the kids tomorrow and it'll all go just as it always does. Because I know at least that one won't make it to adulthood. Being a kid-slave messes with your mind. Lorr, I've seen enough of them to know.

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WARNINGS:
~Violence
~Implied Rape
~Swearing
~Joker - who is warning all to himself. :L

Blurb: "There is a twinkle in King's eye that I severely dislike. A gut-feeling, instinct, call it what you will but I don't like it. And then there's the man he brought with him: dark skinned, green eyed, golden haired with a smile that shouts mischief."

Kyiiko is the owner of 'Longtiere of the Rose' a place of refuge for the 'kid'-slaves he saves. Money's a little tight but that's no bother, the 'kids' are happy and his benefactor 'King' supports him. And then the new 'kids' start appearing on the market, brought from across the Roaring Sea, straight from Siyura. No-one knows of the cruel, harsh land home to beauty, terror and gods except for Joker, for that is where he was born.

Characters: *Written from the point of view of:*
~Kyiiko: A run-off that was originally slumming in the city, helping King with his hair-brained scheme.
~Joker: A mysterious man who loves to get into trouble.
*And possibly, but not definitely POV of:*
~Aura: A young whore who hates Kyiiko.
*Not yet introduced:*
~Ren: A young boy who travels with Joker.
~Fuurai: A family orientated slummy. Looking for work, becomes friends with Joker.

Intended story length: Novel. To be published, only the first draft will be put up here and even then maybe only the first third or half of the book.

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