I know I'm suppose to be finishing up the next chapter of "Alone on the Battlefield" but I decided I'm going to start revising and re-posting this story. Sorry for procrastinating so much :(

Warning!- intense violence, gore, and shounen ai (still debating about doing yaoi or not) and more-than-likely-OCC'ness on Tyki's part.

I do not own DGM, I simply own the plot.

Wind tousled his hair a he strolled down the paved road. His hat was tucked underneath his arm and his clothes simply screamed that he was made of wealth. His head slowly turned to look at all the shops on the strip of road he walked on with a bored expression.

'I don't understand why Rhode wanted me to walk down Erm street to begin with. There's nothing here that would catch her interest.' Turning down a side street, he stopped and looked at the only shop on that was open. It had a simple wood frame and red door. Reading the sign, he tried his hardest not to sign out loud.

Marian Cross's Slave Shop

'So that's what she wanted me to get her. I knew she wanted a slave but I didn't think she wanted one this badly. Oh well, might as well get her one.' Opening the door, a warm blast of air hit his face. The first thing he registered was the sound of chains hitting the walls, the smell of sweat and something suspiciously similar to sex. Wrinkling his nose at the horrid collage of smells, he dinged the silver bell that was on the counter. A man walked from behind a wall and he just raised an eyebrow at the man's attire. The man had a patch over one of his eyes and had the most unruly shade of red hair. He wore a gold and black suit that covered just about every inch of his body and seemed to go well with his long red hair.

"How can I help you?" The man asked in a deep voice.

"I'm looking for a slave."

"Figured that since you walked into a slave shop." Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair in irritation.

"What's your price range." The owner asked, realizing that he was pushing his patience.

"100,000." The owner gave him a smug-looking grin before opening the door that led to the back of the shop, where all the slaves where being held.

"Follow me." Following the owner (who's name he was guessing was Marian) into the back, he let his eyes roam over all the slaves in the pins. Some were littered with scars on their bodies and some were innocent; some were buff beyond extreme while others where so fragile looking that he wondered how they were even still alive.

"Do you see any you like?"

"No." Right after he said that, he spotted a pin set apart from the others in the far corner of the shop. Walking up to it, he peered inside, seeing only an old, pale looking man sitting curled up against a wall. He had chains wrapped his arms and legs as well as his neck and torso.

"What's his name?" he asked, gesturing to the old man.

"That's Allen."

"Can I get a closer look?"

"Sure, just don't touch him." Opening the gate, he walked towards the old man. He held back a gasp as he realized that the slave's body was that of an 18 year old.

"How old is he?"

"17"

"Why is his hair white?"

"Beats me." Turning back to the boy, he crouched down and observed him some more. On closer inspection, he noticed a strange red mark on his forehead that continued down his cheek; it almost looked like a pentagram.

'Must be a tattoo.'

"Allen." The boy didn't even respond as he said his name. Ignoring the owners warning about touching Allen, he lifted his face up to get a better look...and was stunned by the emptiness that laid within his eyes; there was no emotion in them. They stared at him but they weren't actually looking at him. It was almost like he was in his own little world.

"Hey! I told you not to touch him!"

"I'll take him."

"What?"

"I said I will take him." Dropping the boy's chin, he turned towards Marian, who looked genuinely shocked.

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. How much are you asking for him?"

"80,000"

"Deal."

"Okay then. Meet me at the desk while I get him ready for you." Nodding that he understood, he walked back out into the lobby area. He stood there, studying the walls until he heard the familiar clinking of chains hitting one another. He watched as Marian walked out dragging Allen behind him, giving the chains to him. Whipping his checkbook out from his coat, he signed it for 80,000 without a second thought. Nodding his head to the owner as he left, he wished him a good day. The wind blew gently on them, a few stray leaves swirling around them. Looking down as his new slave, he frowned as Allen refused to look up from his brown, worn-down shoes.

"Well, I guess it's time to head home. You'll be staying in a guest bedroom next to my younger sister's room. I'm warning you that she is highly over energetic." He waited for Allen to say something back, but he just kept looking at the ground. His frown deepened and he tugged on Allen's chain.

"Let's go." They walked in an awkward silence until he heard something come from Allen.

"Did you say something?"

"...what's...your name?" Came a barely audible whisper. He smiled, glad that his new slave wasn't mute. Looking up at the baby blue sky, he let a rare smile show on his face.

"Tyki Mikk."

I am so happy that I am re-editing my stories. This one chapter was a freaking nightmare! *screams in frustration* Since all I have to do is edit and retype, I'll try to get the chapters out a bit quicker than my other stories.

This isn't actually my favorite pairing in DGM (I actually love Tyki/Lavi & Kanda/Allen) but this idea wouldn't leave me when I first wrote it and I can't stand not re-posting it.

Thank you for reading and please review! Your reviews make my day and encourage me to get the next chapter out faster :)