"And It ended as quickly as it began."

After 114 was sold, everything was like being in a feverish daze of rage and pain. He hated it. Why did they treat him this way? Was it because of the label of 'slave' that followed him around like a vengeful ghost? Maybe it was because of the way he denied his reality with every fiber of his being. But that rejection in itself was troublesome. 114's Master did not like any resistance, and he thought that if he beat 114 enough, he would listen - he would give in. That, however, was not the case, 114 was strong. No matter how many scars that man would carve into his body, 114 did not give up. And that was, the story of how he was thrown away by his first Master, and fell into the hands of his second Master.

His second Master was noticeably different from the first - instead of a greedy, blubbering human, his Master was a stunning male Ilitheal with unusual baby pink skin, mischievous peppermint green eyes and long, straight, pink hair. 

"Call me Zi, little one," A smooth melodic voice accompanied the hand that cautiously reached for 114's face, "What shall I call you?"

114 had bared his teeth at Zi, catching the fingers reaching for his face in a tight hold, biting down with as much strength that he could muster. Zi flinched, but he did not pull away, instead watching his blood dribble down his hand, smearing on 114's face.

"Little Bambi, I will not hurt you, I promise," Zi crouched down, bringing himself face to face with 114, "So lets get along, okay?"

He smiled and 114's grip loosened, considering the Ilitheal's words, then let go of Zi's hand, drawing away from him as quickly as he could.

"Good boy," Zi returned to his full height, reached down and scooped 114 into his arms.

With a startled and pained squeak, 114 shoved himself away, frantically trying to escape the hold.

"Calm down, Bambi, I'm not going to hurt you."  Zi pressed a hand into the back of 114's head, guiding him until his lips rested against a pink neck.

It was a sign of trust. A bizarre display of faith that made 114 freeze. After all, what sane creature would wage their life to gain the trust of a violent slave? And they walked like that, 114's head pressed against Zi's neck until they reached a new room and 114 was set on the ground.

This was, inevitably, how Zi and his Bambi fell in love.

But, as all good things do, this happiness did not last long.

"ZI!" 

114 grasped the pink hand, entwining their fingers in an iron grip, tears dripping down his cheeks and onto the blood soaked clothing that adorned his Master. Hands seized him, tearing his new shirt, trying to drag him away from his Master.

"Bambi." The soft whisper of 114's pet name sent a sob shuddering through his body.

And then his grip slipped, and he was torn away from Zi. Twisting, 114 lashed out - his blunt nails ripping through skin, teeth tearing at anything he could reach. One could have said that this struggle was futile - 114 knew it - but he fought anyway. He tore apart those restraining him until there was a break in the fighting. 

He was tired. His body ached, and he collapsed next to Zi, frantically calling his Master's name.

"Bambi," Zi hushed, one hand brushed gently at 114's brown curls, "I'm sorry."

 He coughed, blood bubbling at his lips. 114 reacted instantly, leaning forwards and capturing Zi's mouth, tongue lapping desperately at the blood. Fingers brushed softly against 114's jawline, trembling slightly as they fought to remain there.

"Bambi." Zi pulled away, gazing fondly into his pet's distraught eyes, "I'm going to leave first. Forgive me."

"No." 114 shook his head, "Y-you said-" He sobbed. "You said forever!"

The sad smile that tugged at Zi's lips made something break inside 114.

"I'm sorry, Bambi, I really am."

And then, Zi's body went slack, the light that had burned so fiercely in his eyes snuffed out, gone so painfully quick. 

114 screamed.

He screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

A tell tale crack of fist against delicate flesh. The thud of a body hitting the ground.

Silence.