Yo, Kira-chan here^^
As this is my first fanfic, please don't be to harsh. I'm only human...
This story was originally about slaves and stuff and had nothing to do with CCS but I'm sick and bored and thought it might be a good idea^^
Tell me if you get sick of it or if you have any ideas! I don't get much time on the computer so I won't be much of a frequent updater. Best to read this when I've gone through at least a few more chapters (the fact that this is just a prologue shows my uselessness -saves stress on both of us, trust me- Enjoy^^
Prologue
"Which takes your fancy?" the woman inquired, raising a finely curved eyebrow at the man. Fujitaka pretend to think about his choice but there really was no need. She stood at the end of the line, silently hoping not to be chosen.
He walked down the line of children slowly until he stopped right in front of her and held her by the chin, gently but firmly.
"This one" he said monotonously.
"Excellent choice, sir" the woman replied, winking
"Come here darling, can't let you leave looking like that can we?"
The girl bit her lower lip and shook head, not meeting either of their eyes as her current master took her into the changing rooms.
The girl's master emerged half an hour later grinning smugly.
"Sakura, come out love," she called "you're keeping your master waiting." Fujitaka smiled inwardly at the thought of being called master. Sakura shyly stepped out from the shadows, drawing gasps from all the other girls, other buyers and almost from Fujitaka himself.
She was literally a vision of an angel. Her auburn hair, braided on each side of her head, forming a glowing halo around her head. Her glowing peachy skin was flushed at all the attention she'd grabbed and her emerald green eyes glassy.
She wore a plain pink blossom patterned that exposed a little more than Sakura would've liked but she had no choice in the matter. He was her master now and she was his slave. All she could do was grin and bear it. She managed a tiny smile on her face and curtsied. Her former master handed him a leather collar and whispered lethally into his ear, "If I hear that you so much as scratch that girl, the deal's off, understand?"
"Yes" he replied coolly.
He signalled for Sakura to follow him and with one last look at the place she'd just begun to think of home, then she was gone.