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Troijan ran.

He ran without a destination. Everything was ruined. He didn’t have anything left anymore. Absolutely nothing. He stopped on the street and punched his fist against the wall. He would have cried more but his tear ducts were already empty. Troi closed his eyes and screamed against the wall. He turned around to let his back lean against the wall and slumped to the ground. He pulled his knees close to himself and wrapped his arms around them.

There was nothing to do. Nothing mattered anymore. There was nothing in this world left for him except cause of pain. It would be indifferent if he turned into a stone right there and then forever. Troijan buried his head in his lap. He had cried himself to the end. The tears would not come. He was overwhelmed by feeling worthlessness. Nothing mattered. This hell could not get any worse.

Troi did not notice that one passer-by had seen his misery. Footsteps got closer and stopped in front of him. Troijan didn’t move.

“Boy. Come.”

Troijan raised his reddish eyes slowly to the stranger. He almost flinched. A pale stranger had dressed elegantly and the suit on him looked high quality and expensive. The unknown gentleman had extended his hand towards him. His voice was strong but restrained. The voice was in some way very charming and inviting. But the pale male’s eyes got shivers go down on Troi’s back. The stranger gazed straight back at him with his icy blue eyes and something in those eyes captured him.

“I offer you a new start.”

Troi wondered how the stranger seemed to know exactly what he needed. The thought made him uneasy but Troijan got a feeling he could not turn down. He had nothing left, he had no meaning in life, so the stranger’s offer sounded more than appealing. Damn it. Why not? He had nothing to lose.

The pale stranger had been patiently waiting the whole time Troijan hesitated. Eventually Troi decided to accept the offer and so he raised his own hand as a sign of agreement. The stranger grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled him on his feet. Troi got startled by the touch. Without saying anything the stranger went on to continue his way with his arms in his pockets but stopped after few steps to look back. He nodded his head to Troi as a sign to follow. Troi startled again before rushing after the pale man. He walked quietly behind the man with his gaze placed on the ground.

“The name is Grinlocke.”

The man dressed in white said without looking at the boy walking behind him. Troi glanced at the man before lowering his gaze again.

“Troijan.”

He answered back quietly. Something in the other’s appearance made Troijan feel being safe. Being safe and found.

***

Troijan laid on a bed in his room. Troi heard a knock from the door. He got up to sit on the edge of the bed and the door was opened gently. One of the servants of this house appeared in the door gap.

“He’s calling you.”

Troijan swallowed and nodded lightly. The servant nodded back before closing the door. Troijan stared at the floor for a moment. He had known from the moment he stepped in this house, no more like a mansion, that these people were up to no good. The mansion was clearly under control of none other than the pale stranger who helped him – Grinlocke. He was well respected but also feared. Troijan feared him too, even though he had offered him a roof over his head, gave him a room, new clothes, warm showers and fed. But the atmosphere in the house was reserved. Troi was allowed to be mostly by himself these couple of weeks he had lived here, but he doubted this kind of charity would come without a price. Now he feared it was time for payment. Troi got up. He could not let Grinlocke to wait any longer.

Troijan walked silently to the mansion’s upstairs and end of the hallway where a huge double-doors waited for him. On both sides of a doorway was standing a massive guard. Troijan swallowed nervously. He was trembling but he tried his best to not let it show. He arrived at the doors feeling unsure. Before he could open his mouth, the other of the guards opened one of the doors and made way for him.

Troijan wanted to bolt the opposite direction but forced himself to step inside. Behind the doors revealed itself a large and luxurious office. End of the office there was Grinlocke’s desk and behind it opened a glorious view from, floor to ceiling and whole office’s wide, glass windows. Grinlocke sat in his royal-like chair behind the desk, eyeing some papers. He glanced quickly towards the door and waved Troijan to come closer while getting back to examine the papers in front of him. Troi almost tiptoed quietly closer. He was too afraid to say anything. Grinlocke was focused on his papers and was writing something on them. Troi dared to look around. The office was huge compared to his own small room. This room was so elegantly and stylishly decorated. Funny enough, it was just like Troijan would have guessed Grinlocke’s style be.

“Troijan.”

The boy startled so bad when he heard his name that it made his neck and back fur stand on end. He moved his eyes back to Grinlocke in front of him. The pale man was leaning onto his crossed hands and stared at him with his capturing icy blue eyes.

“I assume you understand I can’t keep you here parasiting.”

Troi lowered his head and ears submissively but kept the eye contact. He knew he was just an extra mouth to be fed, but hearing it still hurt.

“But now that you have got your strength back, you can pay your debt. From now on you will work for me without questions and will do whatever you are told to. In return you can live here, you are fed and taken care of.”

Grin said calmly but it sounded more like a statement and a command than a suggestion. Troijan anticipate the words didn’t mean any good. What kind of work would it be? Would he need to do something illegal? What if he said no?

“Otherwise you are thrown out. You will live in the streets again like a filthy rat and you will presumable die slowly and painfully of starvation and diseases. Is that what you want?”

Horrible images started to fill Troijan’s head and he stared terrified at the floor. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He squeezed his hands together. He didn’t want back to the streets. Never. At least here he could have a chance. He would survive his job tasks. He… he had to.

“So you accept the requirements?”

Grinlocke asked as he straightened his back leaning against his chair.

“Y-yes…”

Troijan got a word out and squeezed his hands together even harder. The pale man smiled and was visibly pleased with the decision.

“Good. You can leave now.”

Troijan nodded slightly and turned to leave.

“You get your first duty tomorrow. Don’t disappoint me.”

Grinlocke said after him and emphasized his last words in a threatening manner. Troijan tried to hide his small sob while a single tear fall from his eye as he walked out.

Oh dear lord, in what kind of mess he had got himself into.

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So... I was cleaning my laptop files the other week and found a one-shot that I had write... who really knows how many years ago! Anyway, the inspiration for this was obviously Barguest 's super cool character Grinlocke! If I remember correctly I got this idea of a underground mafia boss (Grin) and a street child (Troi) instantly and, well, here we are, and I decided to translate the old story in English coz why not? I hope you guys like this!

And hey Barguest, I hope you are okay with this fanart and like the surprise! ^^'

Grinlocke c Barguest
Troijan c Ninjiss (me)

Description

Troijan ran.

He ran without a destination. Everything was ruined. He didn’t have anything left anymore. Absolutely nothing. He stopped on the street and punched his fist against the wall. He would have cried more but his tear ducts were already empty. Troi closed his eyes and screamed against the wall. He turned around to let his back lean against the wall and slumped to the ground. He pulled his knees close to himself and wrapped his arms around them.

There was nothing to do. Nothing mattered anymore. There was nothing in this world left for him except cause of pain. It would be indifferent if he turned into a stone right there and then forever. Troijan buried his head in his lap. He had cried himself to the end. The tears would not come. He was overwhelmed by feeling worthlessness. Nothing mattered. This hell could not get any worse.

Troi did not notice that one passer-by had seen his misery. Footsteps got closer and stopped in front of him. Troijan didn’t move.

“Boy. Come.”

Troijan raised his reddish eyes slowly to the stranger. He almost flinched. A pale stranger had dressed elegantly and the suit on him looked high quality and expensive. The unknown gentleman had extended his hand towards him. His voice was strong but restrained. The voice was in some way very charming and inviting. But the pale male’s eyes got shivers go down on Troi’s back. The stranger gazed straight back at him with his icy blue eyes and something in those eyes captured him.

“I offer you a new start.”

Troi wondered how the stranger seemed to know exactly what he needed. The thought made him uneasy but Troijan got a feeling he could not turn down. He had nothing left, he had no meaning in life, so the stranger’s offer sounded more than appealing. Damn it. Why not? He had nothing to lose.

The pale stranger had been patiently waiting the whole time Troijan hesitated. Eventually Troi decided to accept the offer and so he raised his own hand as a sign of agreement. The stranger grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled him on his feet. Troi got startled by the touch. Without saying anything the stranger went on to continue his way with his arms in his pockets but stopped after few steps to look back. He nodded his head to Troi as a sign to follow. Troi startled again before rushing after the pale man. He walked quietly behind the man with his gaze placed on the ground.

“The name is Grinlocke.”

The man dressed in white said without looking at the boy walking behind him. Troi glanced at the man before lowering his gaze again.

“Troijan.”

He answered back quietly. Something in the other’s appearance made Troijan feel being safe. Being safe and found.

***

Troijan laid on a bed in his room. Troi heard a knock from the door. He got up to sit on the edge of the bed and the door was opened gently. One of the servants of this house appeared in the door gap.

“He’s calling you.”

Troijan swallowed and nodded lightly. The servant nodded back before closing the door. Troijan stared at the floor for a moment. He had known from the moment he stepped in this house, no more like a mansion, that these people were up to no good. The mansion was clearly under control of none other than the pale stranger who helped him – Grinlocke. He was well respected but also feared. Troijan feared him too, even though he had offered him a roof over his head, gave him a room, new clothes, warm showers and fed. But the atmosphere in the house was reserved. Troi was allowed to be mostly by himself these couple of weeks he had lived here, but he doubted this kind of charity would come without a price. Now he feared it was time for payment. Troi got up. He could not let Grinlocke to wait any longer.

Troijan walked silently to the mansion’s upstairs and end of the hallway where a huge double-doors waited for him. On both sides of a doorway was standing a massive guard. Troijan swallowed nervously. He was trembling but he tried his best to not let it show. He arrived at the doors feeling unsure. Before he could open his mouth, the other of the guards opened one of the doors and made way for him.

Troijan wanted to bolt the opposite direction but forced himself to step inside. Behind the doors revealed itself a large and luxurious office. End of the office there was Grinlocke’s desk and behind it opened a glorious view from, floor to ceiling and whole office’s wide, glass windows. Grinlocke sat in his royal-like chair behind the desk, eyeing some papers. He glanced quickly towards the door and waved Troijan to come closer while getting back to examine the papers in front of him. Troi almost tiptoed quietly closer. He was too afraid to say anything. Grinlocke was focused on his papers and was writing something on them. Troi dared to look around. The office was huge compared to his own small room. This room was so elegantly and stylishly decorated. Funny enough, it was just like Troijan would have guessed Grinlocke’s style be.

“Troijan.”

The boy startled so bad when he heard his name that it made his neck and back fur stand on end. He moved his eyes back to Grinlocke in front of him. The pale man was leaning onto his crossed hands and stared at him with his capturing icy blue eyes.

“I assume you understand I can’t keep you here parasiting.”

Troi lowered his head and ears submissively but kept the eye contact. He knew he was just an extra mouth to be fed, but hearing it still hurt.

“But now that you have got your strength back, you can pay your debt. From now on you will work for me without questions and will do whatever you are told to. In return you can live here, you are fed and taken care of.”

Grin said calmly but it sounded more like a statement and a command than a suggestion. Troijan anticipate the words didn’t mean any good. What kind of work would it be? Would he need to do something illegal? What if he said no?

“Otherwise you are thrown out. You will live in the streets again like a filthy rat and you will presumable die slowly and painfully of starvation and diseases. Is that what you want?”

Horrible images started to fill Troijan’s head and he stared terrified at the floor. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He squeezed his hands together. He didn’t want back to the streets. Never. At least here he could have a chance. He would survive his job tasks. He… he had to.

“So you accept the requirements?”

Grinlocke asked as he straightened his back leaning against his chair.

“Y-yes…”

Troijan got a word out and squeezed his hands together even harder. The pale man smiled and was visibly pleased with the decision.

“Good. You can leave now.”

Troijan nodded slightly and turned to leave.

“You get your first duty tomorrow. Don’t disappoint me.”

Grinlocke said after him and emphasized his last words in a threatening manner. Troijan tried to hide his small sob while a single tear fall from his eye as he walked out.

Oh dear lord, in what kind of mess he had got himself into.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So... I was cleaning my laptop files the other week and found a one-shot that I had write... who really knows how many years ago! Anyway, the inspiration for this was obviously Barguest 's super cool character Grinlocke! If I remember correctly I got this idea of a underground mafia boss (Grin) and a street child (Troi) instantly and, well, here we are, and I decided to translate the old story in English coz why not? I hope you guys like this!

And hey Barguest, I hope you are okay with this fanart and like the surprise! ^^'

Grinlocke c Barguest
Troijan c Ninjiss (me)