Sol groaned. His head throbbed with an unforgiving stabbing pain, and his body ached.

Who were those strange men? What did they do to his Master? Where was he? What were they-

"Hello?"

Sol blinked, snapping out of his thoughts at the young voice, whimpering as he slowly rolled his head so he could see who had spoken.

"Ah, don't move! Your injured!" Sol blinked at the boy crouched next to him.

He had skin whiter than snow, pale blue lips and long, straight light turquoise hair. His crystal blue eyes glittered with worry as he studied Sol's body.

"Who-" Sol started, breaking off as a fit of coughing took over him, setting his body on fire as the convulsion echoed through his wounds.

"I go by Lumi, I am a friend to you, so relax, little one," The boy flipped between Sol and an oddly familiar looking feathered pet, "Mei-ja, bring me one of those wet pieces of cloth." 

In a daze of thrumming pain, Sol watched as the pet Lumi had addressed as Mei-ja left, then the beautiful boy sat down, pressing a pale hand against Sol's forehead. Surprisingly, despite the humidness of the damp enclosure in which they were confined, Lumi was ice-cold, his temperature matching his appearance perfectly. Despite his unwillingness to relax, Sol felt the cold soothing his headache and he found himself letting out a disappointed noise when the hand was removed from his skin.

Quickly, a pleasantly cool and wet cloth replaced the hand, and then another began to wipe Sol's body, cleaning the fresh wounds that covered him. He drifted into a daze as Lumi worked silently around him, soothed by the rhythmic rubbing of wet cloth on his skin.

"LET ME GO!" The shrieking shattered the nervous silence of the stolen pets as a metal door slammed open.

Sol's eyes snapped open at the voice, struggling to sit up before forcing himself to his feet, ignoring Lumi's concerned protests. He knew that voice. 

As the newcomer continued to screech, Sol stumbled through the crowd of anxious pets - pushing them aside as the voice began to change from defiant to pained. 

He burst from the crowd, nearly falling, but managing to catch himself just in time. His lavender eyes widened as he caught sight of the dark, almost black, bronze skin, the mop of sweat and blood soaked brown curls. Sol darted forwards, grabbing the boy from under the blows of the white cloaked figures, curling his body around him and glaring heatedly up at the boy's attackers.

A mocking laugh echoed from one of them, before a glob of spit splatted on Sol's face. Disgusted, but otherwise unharmed, Sol bared his sharp canines at them as they left, shutting the door as loudly as they had entered. Releasing a shuddering breath, he gently uncurled his body, setting his eyes on the boy cradled in his arms. Tentatively, Sol brushed his fingers against the boy's cheek.

"114."