SoLDieR KiD: Introduction: The Kid
Read with the song by LAKE OF TEARS: Under the Crescent THIS IS A SERIES WORK ABOUT A KID THAT LIVES SOMEWHERE IN ASIA, IS KIDNAPPED BY MILITARY REBELS AND IS TURNED INTO A KID SOLDIER. THIS IS NOT FOR SOFT PEOPLE, SINCE IT DEALS WITH ISSUES THAT ARE A REALITY IN SOME COUNTRIES. I HAVE STARTED IT TO PUT MY GRAIN INTO SOME MINDS, AND AS THEY SAY, A GRAIN DOES NOT MAKE A GRANERY, BUT HELPS THE COMRADE. THIS STORY SERIES IS BORN BY A REAL PIECE OF NEWS I SAW IN TV, AND IT IS NOT FOR MINORS OR SOFTMINDED FURS. PLEASE NOTE THAT IT DEALS WITH "CUBPHILIA", SEXUAL SLAVERY AND CUB EXPLOTATION. I WILL TRY NOT BE TOO EXPLICIT, BUT YOU CAN IMAGINE WHAT IS GOING ON. REALIZE THAT THIS HAPPENS IN SOME COUNTRIES. Disclaimer: Even though I play with something that could burn my paws while I write it, it deserves some attention. I don´t want you to jack of at this, I want you to realize this is happening. I will try to skip the most gruesome parts, and add a bit of yiff made by adult soldiers. It is really a protest against countries who allow this kind of stuff to happen. Flags: Foster care, introduction chapter, M-F yiff. * * * Soldier Kid: Introduction: The Kid "How are you doing, kiddo?" asked a tall rat. "Uh?" stammered the little racoon, raising up his head from the pile of junk he lived in. "I asked if you are allright... Have you eaten today?". This was most weird. It was the first furson to ask him something like that since his mother died in agony by smallpox. He was 10 years old, but even at that age you knew that, in an Asian city, if someone asked something like that (and over all a total stranger), sooner or later you would pay dearly. He quickly got up and screamed: "Get away from me!" and scurred more inside the garbage. "No, no" the rat smiled and explained "Im a police officer... I dont want you any harm, trust me... Come on, get out of there... you might get a hooker´s needle and we would not want that to happen." The rat was dressed with a white shirt and pants, and had a gun on his waistband. He smiled some more, and extended a well kept paw to him. "What do you want?" said the little racoon to the rat. "well, to do my job. You aren´t safe here alone in the streets... where are your parents?" "None of your bussiness, Mr. Rat. Now please leave me alone..." "OK, kiddo... but you can´t stay in the streets. Do you have a place where to go to?" the rat insisted. The racoon went further into the garbage, and tried to go through the junk, taking the garbage apart with his little paws, and he heard the rat shouting something. There were patches on the pile of garbage that didnt cover him completely... and he knew it... Maybe if he went fast they would not get him... A set of paws got him from behind, and he kicked and screamed. "OK, get him into the ambulance, Dane" said the first rat, as another got him by the waist and kept away from his kicks. This Dane was a female, but the racoon could not determinate the species. She was strong enough to pick him up, but she could not avoid some of the kicks. "OUCH! Quit it, dear... we are not gonna do anything bad to you... we are merely getting you to a boarding house. You are too little to be off in the streets on your own..." said the creature, and her voice, even in pain, was high pitched and sweet to his ears, because as so far the only female voice he had heard was his mom´s cracked hooker voice. "NOOOOO, leave me alone, I don´t want to go with you!!!" he screamed while he was carried to a truck which looked like a big bettle, but the back side doors were opened, and he could see a wheelbed and a set of medical first aid. He didn´t want to go in there... "NO, No, NO, leave me alone!!!"he screamed again, and puched the female creature´s face with his little fist. It didnt do any damage, but made the female being to release him. "Hey, get back here!" the female shouted. He made an attempt to run, but he was cought by the rat by the arm in midrun, which almost made him fall. "Now, kiddo, listen here" the male rat picked him up into the air, placed it in place near where he stood, and looked directly to his eyes, making him stand still; he put each of his front paws on his shoulders. It was not an attempt to make him understand, and the cub knew it. "You cannot stay in the streets. We are gonna get you into a safe place for kiddos like you, and away from the city; so please colaborate. We are not gonna do you any harm, but you will have to help us a bit here. Now, tell me, where are your parents? Where is your house? Are you living with someone, or are you all alone?" "I---I..." the little racoon began to cry. The rat made him put his head into his shoulder, and the racoon exploded into crying. "M-my parents... I don´t know where they are... Im all alone, and I live here... in the --- garbage *sob*... I dont want to go anywhere, please, Mr. Rat, let me go..." "Now, now, we are gonna take you to a happier place... trust us... we are not gonna let anything else happen to you ever again..." he picked him up from the floor, and cupped him into his arms and began to walk towards the ambulance. The kid was begining to trust him, and Dane knew it. It would be best to accomodate them both into the front seat and go to the Haven. The kid didn´t appear to be hurt or in bad shape... but he was too thin. She opened the front left door to make room for his friend and lover and, after they both were well seated, she closed the door and got into the driver´s seat. As the ambulance drove off, the racoon saw, by the window that was on the back of the ambulance, how the garbage pile that had been his home for the last two years, to disappear after a street corner. * * * "Dane, come here please", asked a little female skunk, not daring to open her door. Her black and white fur gleamed at the candle´s light, as the night drove on. "What is it, Naisha?" asked Dane. "It´s about this new roommate... you will grow nuts when you see this!" The children´s room was 30 meters whide and 20 meters long, with more or less 40 individual beds, and the last kid that got in chose the farthest bed from the door, near one of the wood walls. He had gathered all the garbage he could have found in the big house, and he had piled it up in the bed, resembling a house. Cans and plastic had been piled carefully into the bed, so it looked more like a cocoon more than anything else. "Hum... I will need male help here... Go get Marthy, Naisha, and quick" Dane began. All the other kids were around the garbage pile, and were laughing and harrasing the new kid, sticking sticks into the pile as the little racoon screamed and wailed to make them leave. To no avail. She began stepping towards the pile, shooshing up the other kids. As soon as the other cubs saw Dane approaching, they gave her space to near in. "Hey, there! Confy?" Dane asked amiably. All she received in reply was a banana peel trown right into her face. "OK" said Dane, taking off her face the putrid banana peel. "Fine. I will get Marthy to talk with you, but first I have to take all this garbage out of the room... OK?" "NOOO" wailed the little racoon. "Leave me alone!!!" "What´s going on here?" asked the white dressed rat, who just arrived on the run, busting open the door. Naisha was on the door frame, and waved the other cubs to get outside to play. Dane was standing up, with one of the littlest cubs in her arms, which was crying lively. "Ok all of you, play time... go outside to play..." Marthy said when he saw the garbage pile. As all the cubs went out, and Dane too, the cub that was on Dane´s arms waved both front paws towards Marthy. He made the cub a gesture and holded open the door for the last cubs to go out with Dane. "So... we have to set a few rules here, dont you think?" He began when they were alone, strolling casually towards the pile of garbage. "Please come out of there, we have to talk..." "W-what is it?" the racoon cub showed his little face through "door" hole. "Well, you know..." he began. He might be a psicologist with an university degree, but he was not sure how to manage this child. "I have to admit your house is pretty cool, but y´know, we cannot have all the garbage here in the room. We are in the middle of the jungle, and some other animals would like to share your house with you... like ticks and crockoaches, and maybe some unnice widow spider..." "Fine..." the cub went out of his garbage pile, and stank in a way not even the rat could stand. Nonetheless, he picked up the cub and sat him in his knees. "How did you learn to make such a masterpiece?" In spite of himself, he had to admire the way the garbage pile was set up. Not even a single straw was not useful for the structure, and after all, he was a sewer´s rat. "Practice, I would guess..." the cub answered. "Im not real sure... I just see it the way it should be done, that´s all." "Y´know, you might be an architect... Do you want to be an architect, little one?" "I dunno what that word means..." "It means an expert on building things... like bridges and stuff..." "Yes!" his eyes grew larger at the thought. "Yes, I want to be an ar-ar-ar-" "Architect" Marthy finnished for him. "Hey, what´s your name?" "I´m Caligastio..." the cub responded. "So, we got an aristocratic cub here!" He wanted to push it in, to make the cub speak about his situation... But the cub was shocked, out of his place, and he had to keep that in mind. "I don´t like my name" he said almost pouting. "Please make me a new name... I dont like my name. It makes me think of... bad things... I dream about them, but later on I cant remember them" "Uhm..." he thought a while... "How about Kally?" "Oh, cool. Thanks. From now on, my name is Kally." He said solenmly. Marthy dilucided a spark of nobility in his gesture, and his mind told him he had seen this before... in a very dark episode of his life. -Forget about it. The child is just adjusting, and he has quite a personality- he told himself. "Now let´s get all this junk out of the bed, ok?" Marthy propossed. "Ok", Kally said, not really happy about the expectative. * * * "Y´know, Dane..." Marthy said later on, after they made love to eachother. "This new kiddo is gonna get us into a lot of trouble..." Dane looked into Marthy´s eyes for a moment and didn´t say anything. The bed was warm from their recent lovemaking, and she felt cozy and not wanting to spoil the few moments of happyness. "What da ya think of the kid?" he pushed further. "Oh, I think he is a nice kid" said Dane with haste. "As long as he doesnt do anything like today..." "And what do you think of his asking me to change his name?" he said, staring at the roof. "Something a kid would do when he gets plugged off from his previous and most probably unfriendly enviroment and thrown into another..." "Ok, you got into your psichologist cocoon again, right? Why cant let them get to you?" "Enough, Marthy!" She was getting angry... partly because he was right. She got up and began to dress. "Pushed a button there, right?... Same hurting point, disscussed night after night..." "Oh, go to hell..." She stayed there, standing, and a lonely tear marked her beautiful dog face. "Ok... Dont be angry at me" he said, looking at her eyes. He extended a paw towards her. "Love me and dont ask, you pestering rat!" she said as her muzzle touched his. * * *
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