Chapter One
The lights dimmed and one single spotlight shone on stage, showing the bald auctioneer. He addressed the audience in an oily voice, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Today we are selling off Class A slaves –the best we have. They are specially trained to –ah- assist you in bed but they can perform other household chores as well. Now, let the auction begin!"
Sasori sat on his chair, disgusted, as he saw thin broken slaves getting sold off to perverted old men. His friend Hidan had dragged him to this auction in hopes of bringing some love into his life. Sasori snorted, I have no need for a partner. I'm perfectly fine with my puppets. Then he saw him. He had long, blonde hair cascading down his shoulders and bright blue eyes that sparkled although they were filled with sadness. Sasori wanted him, no NEEDED him.
"Right, we have a fine specimen here, his name is Deidara and he is very obedient –especially in bed." the auctioneer said with a lecherous grin. "We'll start the bidding at 80 000."
The sound of buzzing as people bid echoed around the room. The price went up to 90 000, 100 000, 150 000, 200 000 until there was only two people left bidding. Sasori, and a well dressed man with a slave kneeling at his feet. Sasori grit his teeth and raised the price to 500 000. The other man glared but gave up. What am I thinking? The red head couldn't believe he had just bought a bed slave, a male one at that. Oh well. But he better be worth the price.
Sasori got out of his seat to fetch his new purchase. He was led by a slaver where all the sold slaves were waiting. Some of them were crying, some shouting and others just waiting, accepting their fate. Deidara was quietly kneeling in a corner with fear, wondering what his new master would be like.
A shadow fell over him. He glanced up then quickly averted his gaze. It was the slaver and Sasori standing over him. He figured that the red headed man was his new master. He bowed down and mumbled, "Master." The slaver smacked Deidara on the head shouting, "Speak up! Don't be so rude to your master!"
Shaking, Deidara pressed his forehead to the floor saying "I'm so sorry, master." in a clearer voice. The slaver seemed satisfied and pulled Deidara roughly off the floor to give to Sasori. The red head paid the slaver and looked properly at Deidara, who hung his head not making eye contact.
"Well, I'll be going then. Have a good night." Sasori bid the slaver farewell, who was too busy greedily counting the money that he had been handed.
Sasori led Deidara to his car where the chauffeur was waiting. He wondered if he was going to treat Deidara like a proper slave or not. He had seen cruel masters who beat their slaves for no apparent reason, kinder masters who were firm but fair with their slaves, and masters who pampered them like pets. He would just have to wait and see.