keep on dreaming, egoist.

part 3: promise

I think the spelling and grammar in this one are a bit bad sorry 

It's been 5 years since we made that promise.

I still remember it clearly, a small perk of this torturous memory was that despite the bad memories being burned in cruel, vivid detail, was that the few good memories he did have, seemed to be his salvation. It was what got him through this life and would carry him through to the next.

Kira Ryosuke was a devilish boy, with rebelling urges and a talent for escaping. He had joined Isagi in the human trafficking system a few years later than he did. 

He had a childhood. 

But fortunately for Isagi, Kira bestowed upon him knowledge from his years outside the tight shackles they were now in, and one of these pieces of information, was soccer.

Soccer. Isagi's second hope.

While Isagi suffered from his sharp senses, sometimes the feeling being over-stimulating, soccer seemed to be different. Similar to regular circumstances he would notice little details, but unlike regular circumstances, he was able to use these to his advantage, making him a skilled soccer player whenever he played against Kira.

But he didn't care about if he was good or not. The feeling of these senses being purely focused on one thing soothed Isagi's soul to where if he wasn't forced to do labour, he would be in his bedroom, or the discreet corners of the gardens where he would play. Play until his feet were sore and the moon was out. 

Although, 17 years old, Isagi had grown quite a bit since a child, growing old with Kira and coming to terms with his shitty life. 

He had no dreams, no aspirations, but he had two hopes. Kira Ryosuke, and soccer.

And that was all he needed.

Until the day that his current family let him and Kira go, again to be recycled to the next rich family.

Except this time, the buyers were different. 

"500, 000 won as a starting bid!" The auctioneer yelled, claiming things about Isagi to sell him off for the most value.

"550, 000!"

"575, 000!"

"580, 000!"

"585, 000!"

"700, 000" 

The auctioneer looked around, several numbers were called except 700, 000 yen (roughly 4,500 USD) seemed to be the highest bid. glancing aroind the audience one last time he yelled, "Going once! Going twice!! ... Sold to the man in the far corner!"

Isagi glanced over at the man who would become his new master. He seems tall, yet kind of lanky. He doesn't look like a really rich person, i mean compared to everyone else here. He looks kind of creepy too...

Isagi was grabbed by his handcuffs and dragged into another cell, awaiting his new owner to collect him. 

"Pst! Isagi!" 

"Kira?"

"I'm in the cell next to you!" The voice whispered.

"Kira!" Isagi whispered back, "Who bought you?" He crossed his fingers, please be the weird bowl cut man, please be the-