Perhaps

by Fear Die Rothaarige

All of these women had been taken and forced into the trade. All had scars, both physically and mentally, from their time as concubines. He learned from their handler that they all had been either born into the trade or taken at a very young age. Mentally, he thought these women would be the most broken.

Perhaps

By:

Fear Die Rothaarige

All the women at the sale were beautiful. All had full breast and hips, lushes hair, plumb lips, and wore exotic clothing. There was a women for every type of man there. He had been sent by his master to find a new concubine for his Master. He had been told to find the one that stood out among the rest. He assumed he was referring to the most beautiful women, and that was what he had been searching for. He had examined well over 50 women at the sale, all had flaws. He supposed it was to be expected. All of these women had been taken and forced into the trade. All had scars, both physically and mentally, from their time as concubines. With a sigh, the young servant went to the final group of women, ten in all. He learned from their handler that they all had been either born into the trade or taken at a very young age. Mentally, he thought these women would be the most broken.

He was correct on this assumption on all of them... Except one. While all of the women he had examined today had had dead eyes, her eyes, a beautiful green, were still full of life. She was not the most beautiful woman at the sale. Her breast lacked in size, her skin was golden brown, and her hair was the color of blood. But her eyes made up for those flaws. The way they danced as they took in all the people and how the smile she gave him went all the way to her eyes. He believes he has found what his master sent him for. One final test and he would know for sure.

He went up to her and read the name on the collar around the neck, then to her he spoke, "Do you have a name?" The women looked at him, an eyebrow raised. She had seen him read her collar.

"Can you not read? Or can you not pronounce it?" She questioned the young man in front of her. The young man grinned. He had indeed found the one for his Master.

"I can read very well. I was just curious as to know if this is the name you've held your whole life or one that was forced upon you by your handlers." The young man's bright blue eyes met her lime green orbs. The concubine cocked her head to the side. She found this young man an interesting sight.

"I suppose you could say it is more of a translation than my actual name." She explained. The young man nodded, running his gloved hand through his black, spiky hair.

"What is your actual name then?" He questioned. The blood red locks drifted in the air as she shook her head.

"I do not give out my true name, at least not to people who have not shared their own names." He was starting to like this women more and more. He smirked before replying.

"I am Dick, Dick Grayson. Now... May I know your name?" He saw how her green eyes flashed with amusement.

"Perhaps."

"Perhaps?" He raised an elegantly arched eyebrow.

"I have no proof of this being your actual name." The young black haired male laughed.

"And I have no proof that whatever you decide to tell me is real either." The concubine tossed her head about in thought before she answered.

"Kar'i," Was her simple reply.

"Well, Miss Kar'i, I do believe you are exactly what I came here looking for. Would you care to join my Master's service?"

"Perhaps." She told him, a smile on her face. He smiled back at her. Then, he turned on his heel to find her handler. She no longer needed the nameplate around her throat.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

This had been sitting on my comp for a while half completed. I came across it and decided to finish it. I hope you like it. Please excuse all mistakes in spelling and grammar.

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