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This is the first story I had the guts to upload. I hope I do good. Please tell me what you think?
Disclaimer: I do not own death note or Mello and Matt D:
Chapter One
Matt's POV
February 20. The day our "royal" family line use as the day the "new adults" get their own personal slave. I'm not even kidding; we actually buy a human to work for us as slaves. I'm not even talking about the normal maids who would cook and do your laundry, no. I'm taking about the one you would buy so that you can abuse them legally. No one would ask why your personal slave has a swollen face or why she would be limping while doing household chores because simply, you have the freakin' right to use them in any way you want. You can even use them as sex slaves, as long as the slave and master have both signed a contract stating that the slave voluntarily gives him/herself to the buyer, you are allowed to keep 'it' for as long as you want, even for the rest for the slave's life. Some contract. I doubt slaves gives themselves voluntarily. Who want's to be abused anyway?
That's just pathetic. Humanity must not be sold. Seriously, the modern world today is depressing. You would think that since today is the computer age, there would be robots that would be in charge of all your daily shit and working. You know, robots that were invented for all the lazy people living in this poor excuse of a human world (I'm not even going to hide the fact I am one of those lazy people I'm taking about, which makes it even more depressing, really). Apparently, humans gave up in being able to make useful robotics since the time all the computer businesses went cascading down the imaginary drain. I wouldn't even be surprised if those so called "geniuses" thought while grieving and moaning about how they fucked up would suddenly say "Hey, I've got an idea! Instead of robotics, why don't we return the system of slavery? It's more useful and less expensive! :D" Then someone would agree "Yeah! It's plausible enough! :DD"
Hehe, that kinda sounds like Matsuda. Ah fuck, I just lost level thirteen. Let me finish this…
Wait, where were we? Oh yeah, about how fucked up the world is.
Apparently, they made a mistake; humans are much more expensive than they look.
My sister, Kaylee, who recently bought her slave when she turned seventeen three months ago spent seven million dollars to get "precious" Akihiro, a blue haired Japanese kid who suspiciously has bites mark all over his skin when we first brought him here. Weird thing is, his real hair color actually is blue. His pubic hair matches the color of his tresses.
What? Hey, don't eye me suspiciously! Kaylee was the one who peaked in his bathroom door and came out minutes later with a massive nosebleed muttering "sexy" and "natural" while looking fazed as if she'd drunk a whole bottle of strong vodka.
She's happy, but I can't help but pity the young kid. Kaylee is kind of a whore. I'm not even surprised that she bought a kid aging fourteen. Maybe after another month or so, she'll eventually rape him.
I'm not kidding. She can do things…that are not to be mentioned.
Since my birthday was last February the first, turning me seventeen, I have the honor to choose my own slave. Truth be told, I don't want to take part on that event because even though I'm lazy as fuck, I can do my own chores. And the other thing is, we have about twenty other maids working at our house…err, mansion, palace, whatever.
I was about to finish level twenty-three when someone knocked at the door of my room. I hesitantly paused my game and yawned. I looked at the clock and realized that I have been playing video games for about five hours now, starting from 8 am in the morning after I finished breakfast.
"Come in!" I called towards the door, signaling to whoever-that-one-is to enter.
A tiny crack opened and a mess of dark hair hesitantly peaked inside, revealing a shy little boy biting his lower lip. He entered and nervously looked away. I blinked and pulled down my goggles, rubbing my eyes.
"Akihiro, is there something you want?" Whoa, that came out harsher than I intended.
He visibly flinched, causing me to mentally curse myself. Smooth Matt, scare the suicidal kid.
"Um…M-Matto-san, Madeline-kyou wants to have a word with y-you." The little boy with fiery dark blue hair replied, fidgeting. I pulled up my goggles back to shield my eyes.
"Did she give you any certain reason why she does?" I know what she wants, and she can shove in up her ass. I also don't want to leave my unfinished game.
Akihiro nodded. "Hai, S-she said that she wants to discuss the amount you will need in order to buy a new—" a pause, "-a new slave." he muttered, disgust evident in his voice.
I nodded, understanding why the word "slave" came out bitterly.
I sighed irritably. "Alright. Where's she?" I guess I have to (once again) rant about my issues concerning slaves. I just hope she'll understand this time.
"Please follow me, Matto-san."
I stood up and followed Akihiro out the door. I've always noticed the various scratches and scars marked on his otherwise smooth but pale skin. There were also a couple of cuts near his wrist, making me wonder if he inflicted it upon himself or if Kaylee did it to him. Should I ask him? He looked nervous enough, and he's keeping a safe distance away from me. Geez, I don't remember me doing anything wrong to him. Hell, I barely even talk to him since I always lock myself in my sanctuary (being my room, I really have to stop taking Kingdom Hearts seriously) and only going out if I would be called to eat or if I (for some reason) wanted to go outside (which is a very, very rare case).
I guess asking him won't hurt, right?
"Akihi—wait, can I call you Aki?" I looked at his direction and saw him nod slightly, a faint color making its way to his cheeks. I grinned.
He's blushing?
Heh. Cute.
"Anyway, Aki, what happened to your wrist?" I walked over him, grabbed his wrist, and inspected it. He quickly snatched his hand back hid it behind in his—wait.
Why in the world is he wearing a maid costume? It's surprising that I haven't noticed it earlier.
"What are you wearing?" I asked, blinking. I have to admit, he looked a bit feminine with the black and white laced up maid costume, two-inch heels (making him a bit taller than his usually petite form) and to top it all off, a maid hat. All he needed was a duster. Or maybe he already has one.
"Um…-" He blushed again, and bit his lip in embarrassment (which I noticed he always does when he's either nervous or embarrassed) "Kaylee-san m-made me wear it. She said if I don't, she'd return me to the auction. She said that she owns m-me now and that I shouldn't complain…" he trailed off wordlessly.
I stared at him, slowing my pace. What the hell is wrong with Kaylee? I know she's a bitch and all, but was this necessary? Telling a suicidal kid (who tried to jumped off the roof of our house two months ago, in which I luckily (and surprisingly) managed to catch before he fell down the third floor of our mansion (house? Bleh).
"Tell you what, I'll talk to-" that bitch "-my sister at dinner, alright? You don't have to wear anything you're uncomfortable with and—"
"No! It's alright, really!" he interrupted, waving his hands in front of him in a dismissing manner, "I-she's right. I really shouldn't complain because, um, she bought me and—"
"Ey, sheesh kid, relax! Don't worry about Kaylee, she isn't that bad, let me tell you. Just…try to avoid her in any way you can, hm?" I pushed the door that leads us to the common room and gave the two of the maids cleaning a slight wave and a faint smile.
I saw Aki nod, unsure. "Madeline-kyou is waiting in the library. I'll be doing all the other chores that are assigned to me." And with that, he bowed deeply and left.
I sighed, feeling annoyed as I walked to the library. Seriously, of all the places, the library? I pulled out the PSP from my pocket and restarted a game I've already completed trice. I zoned off, letting my feet drag me to the library. Even though this place is huge, I know all the places, the hidden doors and key locks that were ever built in this mansion. Maybe you would too, I mean, I don't go out very often, so that left me roaming around the house, taking to the maids, drivers and butlers because of boredom. Hell, I even know half of their life story, and there are more than thirty of them.
I realized I was standing at the front door leading to the library. Since I didn't want my game console to be confiscated—again—I pocketed the device. It's not like I have anything else to do other that bashing zombies and the like.
I pushed open the huge wooden door and entered, seeing my mom in the middle of the spacious library reading a book on the wooden desk. As soon as she heard my shuffling, she pulled her glasses down and met my gaze.
"Matt. I assume you know why I called you here." she stated in a firm voice.
I nodded. "Yeah. Mom, please, we've already discussed these matters three days ago! How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want a slave?" I said, though it came out more of a whine. It took my all to not let my voice go up an octave higher 'cause I if I will, I'd be in deep trouble. Something about being disrespectful or some crap like that.
"Matt, please. I don't have time for arguments at this moment. I have already told you that all the royal families have one, you being no exception. Now, about the amount that you will have to spend…"
"Mom I—" I began protesting, only to be cut off.
"I'll give you thirty million dollars, in cash. Is that enough?" My eyes widened at a considerate size. I mean, I know that my family's rich and all, but why would she give that much for a slave? Talk about an unnecessary waste of money.
"Thirty million?" I shrieked, in a polite manner, if possible. "Mom, that's too—"
"Low? Alright. I'll double it. Sixty million, are you happy now?" What the fu— "Feel free to spend that money, and I expect that you will not be alone when you come back from the auction tomorrow…" she paused, "…or there will be consequences."
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