A/N AU!!! Present day Earth, but with a twist. There are Nekos that are slaves to humans. The baby is one of the main characters as you’ll find out who soon.
"Daddy, I found a baby Neko," A little red haired girl yelled. The girl bent down, looking at the boy, who seemed at least two years old.
He was laying curled into a ball in a alley. It was raining and very cold.
The girl had a umbrella, but she didn’t think to hold it over the baby. She didn’t want to catch cold, and after all it was only a Neko. The girl’s family had five of them.
They were a hybrid of human with animal like features. Humans dominated over them, calling their selves their masters.
They look completely human, save for their ears and tails, sharp teeth, cat like eyes, and nails that extract in and out. And they make cat sounds, like hissing and mewling.
Most humans are cold toward them, but there is the few that treat them equal to their selves and even have relations with them; a real one with love. But most just use them for a outlet for their desires.
This certain Neko was a small thing. He had bright blond hair and blue eyes.
"Can we keep it?" The girl asked. "Please." She asked this as if the baby was a doll at the mall.
"Darling, if you want it, I suppose we can take it home."
"Yay!" Darling exclaimed. She wrinkled her nose, "but you carry him. He’s all wet."
The baby mewled in his sleep, making pitiful meowing sounds. His hand reached out, searching for something…
"Ma…" the baby cried, fisting the air.
"For a cat-boy he’s pretty cute." Darling said as her father picked up the crying baby.
"Yeah, but think of how cute he’ll be ten years from now."
"Oh, Daddy, you are such a dirty old man." Darling shook her head.
"We will call you Nana." Darling spoke to the baby. Another Neko, Juo was holding Nana.
"That’s kinda mean," Juo muttered.
Darling rolled her eyes, "Well, it fits, doesn’t it?"
Nana meant ‘no name’ in Japanese.
"Nana!"
Ten year old Nana jumped up, running toward his master’s voice.
His blond hair was longer, hanging over his bright green eyes. He was a very cheerful, hyper boy despite the kind of life he’d been thrown in.
"Yes master?" The cat-boy smiled, bowing his head.
"On all fours."
Nana was pushed roughly to the ground. Nana cried, but tried to keep his mewling as low as possible. He didn’t wish to be beat again.
My name is Nana. I’m… well, I don’t really know how old I am. People say I look like a fourteen year old.
I’m a Neko. That means I’m a human with cat like features. Nekos are treated like slaves. In fact we’re owned by humans.
Most of us are labeled as ‘pleasure slaves’.
*Sigh* Me as well.
My first maser found me when I was a baby. His daughter begged to keep me, then she named me Nana. That means no name for those who don’t know.
It’s cruel, I know, but it’s all I know. But I soon learned that Darling, as she was called, was a very twisted, cruel child. She really enjoyed seeing others in pain and was often the cause of said pain. I think I still have some scars here and there on my body.
I have a burn on my left inner thigh, where Darling purposely lit me up when I was a toddler.
I don’t like my name; another name always comes to me in my sleep; my dreams…
Nana stopped writing when he heard a noise. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to get interrupted, Nana continued to write in his journal.
I grew up being raised by the other Nekos in the house. Nobody told me my purpose in the household, but I soon learned.
I was near eight or so and I happened to walk in on the one I’d came to think of as my brother; Juo was being… forced to do something. At the time, I did not know what, but I know he was in pain and he was crying.
Master kept hitting him… and…
Well, I asked what was going on… and master threw Juo away from him.
He smirked at me, looking me up and down.
‘You’re about eight,’ he had said. ‘Still a bit young, but maybe it’s best to teach you now.’
I was scared then; my ears went flat to my head, and my hair stood on end.
Master looked so scary and… strangely he looked hungry.
Juo looked terrified, he jumped in front of master, his eyes wild.
‘Master, you can’t. He’s still just a baby.’
Master laughed cruelly, hitting Juo so hard he blacked out.
I don’t want to go into detail, but… in that moment I learned my role in that household.
I was a slave; a pleasure slave.
I’m writing this all down, so that I never forget where I came from.
I hope that someday I’ll go where I’ll be loved.
Currently, I’m living with my forth master. He’s quiet and hardly ever yells at me. He does use me for pleasure, but he’s gentle.
I’m scared; so scared.
He’s going to sale me.
Nana stopped writing again, wiping tears from his eyes.
He didn’t want to go somewhere new.
But tomorrow he was being sold.
"Nana, be good for your new master and remember to obey him."
Julian, Nana’s former master cupped Nana’s chin, "don’t give him cause to hit you."
Nana cried, "Master, I don’t want to go… I have no right to ask; I’m just a slave after all, but please keep me."
"You’re no use to me anymore."
It was a mean thing to say, but it was true. Julian was nice to Nana, but Nana was still just a possession to him; one he’d grown bored with.
"I-I understand, master." Nana lowered his head.
"My driver will take you to your new home." Julian handed Nana a small bag filled with some clothes and other small items Nana had managed to get over the years.
Head still lowered, Nana got into Julian’s car.
The driver gave the cat-boy a sad look, pulling out of the driveway.
"This is it."
Nana looked out the window.
Silently, he got out of the car and walked up to the house.
Slowly, he reached out and knocked on the door.
Squall Leonhart glared at his father.
"Laguna, how could you do this?" Squall usually didn’t speak much at all, but he was mad.
"I don’t want one." Squall said, arms crossed.
Laguna smiled, looking somewhat childish. "Aww, but Squally, this one’s really cute. He’s really tame and…"
Squall threw a lamp shade at his father, "don’t talk about him that way."
Squall hated it how people treated the Nekos. It wasn’t their fault they were a hybrid of humans. So they had ears and a tail. Still, deep down, they were the same.
He didn’t want one. He didn’t want to be someone’s master; he could never force someone to do things…
"Well, I bought him and you’re his new master." Laguna left the house, leaving Squall all alone.
Squall lived on his own. He was eighteen years old and went to a nearby college. He was quiet and didn’t like to express his feelings much, but even so he had a few friends.
His friends shared the same views on Nekos as he did.
‘What will they think if I have one all of a sudden?’
Squall sighed. There was nothing he could do now, he supposed.
Knock! Knock!
The knock came almost timidly on his door; at once Squall knew it was him. His Neko.
Sighing, Squall walked over to the door, opening it.
What he saw was an adorable little boy, who…
Really adorable.
Squall couldn’t get past that… but he soon did, seeing how bad the boy was shaking.
‘He’s terrified. What kind of masters has he had? What has he been made to do?’
Squall tried his best to smile, but to the boy it might have came across as scary; he just wasn’t used to smiling.
"Hello." Squall motioned the cat-boy inside.
Meekly, the teen walked in.
"Ahh… what’s your name?" Squall asked, looking at the blond.
"M-my f-first master n-named me N-Nana." The teen stuttered.
Anger flared in Squall’s eyes.
Nana! Who would name someone that?
"Do you like that name? You can tell me honestly what how you feel." Squall added, seeing Nana was afraid to say something bad about one of his masters.
"I-I don’t like it. It makes me sad."
Squall sighed, reaching out to cup to boy’s chin, "look at me."
Doing as he was told, the blond looked up at Squall.
"What do you want to be called?"
"I don’t know why, but when I dream, I hear someone calling me… Zell."
Squall smiled, brushing some hair from Zell’s forehead.
"From now on, you’ll be known as Zell."
"T-thank you, master."
Squall gave Zell a look of distaste.
"Squall."
"Huh?"
"My name is Squall."
"O-oh," Zell blushed. Nobody before had ever let him call them by their real name. "I-I can call you Squall?"
"That’s my name."
"B-but you own me… I should call you master… that’s proper…"
Squall angered, but not at Zell. "That’s not proper. Nobody should have to call anyone master and… don’t think of me as your owner… you’ll live with me… uh, like a roommate, I suppose."
"My dad bought you for me… it was never my idea to… I’d never think of being a owner of a person. I think it’s wrong."
Zell tilted his head to the side. "S-so… then… umm, can we be friends, then?" Zell blushed, looking down. That was asking a lot of someone of higher importance.
"Yeah."
"Master…"
Squall mumbled in his sleep, not even noticing when Zell crawled into his bed.
Zell was still having trouble thinking of Squall as just a roommate. Deep down, he wondered if he was being played.
"Master, would you like me to come to your bed?" Zell blushed.
Squall turned over, blinking his eyes open.
"Zell!" He exclaimed.
Zell, blinking innocently, was naked, sitting in his bed.
Squall pushed Zell away, making Zell mewl in surprise.
"Zell, I don’t want you that way."
Zell’s lower lip started to tremble. "I’m not pleasing to you? I can make you feel good, master."
Squall blushed, pushing Zell’s hands away from a very low region on his body.
"Zell, you’re very pleasing; you’re adorable, but I didn’t bring you into my house to take advantage of you."
"And please stop calling me master."
"I’m sorry, it’s all I know." Zell started to cry. "I just wanted to please you."
Squall sighed, "did you or is that what you were programmed to do?"
Zell looked down, shrugging his shoulders; he pouted, getting out of Squall’s bed.
"What can I do to make that pout go away?" Squall asked.
Zell looked up, surprised. Nobody every asked him questions like that; nobody cared.
"Can I sleep with you?" Zell asked, "not like that," he quickly added when Squall’s eyes went wide. "Just cuddle. I don’t like sleeping alone. Before, I’d always sleep with master or one of the other Nekos."
Squall relented, pulling the covers up.
Zell beamed, crawling in next to Squall.
"Thank you, Ma…. Squall." Zell snuggled against Squall’s back, his naked body seeming to fit just right next to the older teen.
Squall flushed, feeling Zell’s body touching his, "you’re welcome." he whispered.
A/N Please review.
Yeah, so Zell the cat-boy will be OOC for some time, at least until he’s used to being around Squall. You’d expect his personality to be different being a pleasure slave since 8 years of age and being younger, right?
Zell-14
Squall-18
Seifer-19
Quistis-19
Selphie-17
Irvine-17
Riona-Dead… uhh, I mean 16. (*Rolls eyes* Not likely to ever show up)
The idea for this fic just came out of nowhere. I wanted to do a new FF8 fic, but I wanted something different. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I just started a FF8 fic, but I had to write this because this wouldn’t get out of my head.
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