Chapter 1

'Stay there you fucking brats! And don't you dare cause a ruckus, or I'll beat you to the edge of death!"

Snarled the man who had dragged Mana all the way to a vacant facility, the filthy room empty save for another small child, notable due to his messy scarlet hair. Thrusting the smaller boy into the room, the man growled another threat, which was cut off as he slammed the door shut, a small click echoed softly as the man locked the door.

The child who had entered the room let out a feeble groan, shivering as he began to crawl towards the other child, desperate for warmth, as he wore thin, raggedy clothes which did little to protect him from the frigid flooring. Bruised and tired, the child made frequent stops to catch his breath, finally closing the distance between the two strangers. He let out a weak sniffle, tears forming at the edge of his eyes as the weight of the ordeal came crashing on him, a miserable sob wracking his body as he buried his face in his bruised hands. The horrors which had befallen him burned fresh in his mind, bloody memories of two corpses flashing through his mind and only increasing in volume his pitiful sobs.

'They'll beat you if they hear you crying.'

Muttered the red haired child, fashioning a weak glare at the other. He too, was scored with various bruises and cuts, though they didn't seem to bother him to much. His comment caused the other to cut his cries short, attempting to get a handle on himself, allowing one last whimper, before wiping the tears from his tear streaked face.

'Wh-where are we?'

The child managed to hiccup, lifting his face and turning to face the other boy, his golden eyes tired and terrified as he sought reassurance that wouldn't come.

'Who knows? I just arrived here a few hours ago. How'd they get you?'

The question pained the child, screwing up his face as he let out a wail of agony, which was quickly cut off by the older boy, who had clasped his hand over his mouth. He waited a moment, listening for the any sounds or sign that the men who had brought them here were coming, but heard none.

'What the hell was that?! Do you want to be killed?!'

He didn't remove his hand from the others mouth, waiting for the horrified expression to fade before releasing him, glaring at him one more time for good measure.

'Whats going to happen to us?'

A soft snort came from the red head, as though the answer to the question was obvious.

'Sell us, maybe for hard labor, maybe as whores for some old perverts. Who knows?'

'Wh-whores? Slaves?!'

'What did you expect brat?''

'My-my name isn't brat, its Mana! And I didn't know what to expect, I-i thought they were just going to kill me somewhere else.'

'You'll be wishing they had when they sell you.'

'Sh-shouldn't you worry about yourself?! You're in the same position as I am.'

'True, but I'm older and already been through this already.'

A distressed whimper was the only response the red head received in turn, the child again, burying his face in his calloused hands. Oh how he wish someone, anyone, would save him from whatever would befall before him. A small sigh escaped the red head, hesitantly wrapping his arms around the child soothingly,

'It's okay though, because so long as we're together, I'll protect you, okay?'

He murmured gently into the other's ear, and though the child still refused to uncover his face, he gave a small, timid nod. Moving only his lips, he repeated his earlier question.

'What's your name?'

'…...Marian.'

With a startled jolt, Mana awakened from the dream, nearly falling forward against the opposite side of the carriage.

"Fuck!"

He hissed as he was tossed about, the carriage rocking about dangerously on a particularly rough patch of road before settling down, continuing on a much smoother, less painful pace. With a sigh, Mana attempted to readjust himself, an annoyed expression appearing as he remembered the tightly wrapped ropes, which bounded his ankles and wrist, making movement impossible.

Darkness enshrouded Mana as he squirmed against his bondages, trying to ease his pain as the tight rope which bonded his hands behind his back rubbed brutally against his already raw skin. Again, he had been sold again. To whom, he didn't know, all he knew was that they had paid a hefty amount, enough for his previous owner, whom had always been pleased with his performance and sworn he'd never get rid of him, eagerly took in exchange for his dirty whore. Not that Mana had cared, the bastard who'd owned him before was the worst he had ever served, which was saying a lot. Again, the carriage jostled violently, sending Mana against the side roughly, wincing as he head slammed against the wood painfully.

If he hadn't been tied up, maybe the journey would have been significantly less painful, yet though he had shown no attempt to escape from the handlers who'd come to pick him up, he had been tied up all the same, and quite roughly. The rope rubbed against his wrist painfully, and he gritted his teeth to keep from voicing his pain aloud. Even his feet had been bound, which was utterly pointless, why would he try to escape? He'd been in the business long enough to know it was pointless, and it wasn't like he had anywhere to go, any life outside being a slave had been destroyed.

Of course, he had had a life before being reduced to such a state of servility, one much kinder and simpler than the one he had now. Gentle memories of his brother and mother soothed his somewhat anxious mind, before those precious memories he kept close were ravished by the tragedy which had befallen their family. Though Mana preferred not to ponder to long on the events which had occurred that particular day, there were times when he simply could not push those dreadful images out of his head, nor the terror which had rendered him useless to save the only family he had. Recollections of the cold corpses which were surrounded by a pool of blood constantly haunted him, even as the years had past, he regretted not having left his cruel world as Neah and Mother had.

If only those bastards had been kind enough to take me along with Neah and Mother instead of letting me to live in this hellish society.

Sighing quietly, he tried to get into a comfortable position again, leaning his head against the wall, realizing that the carriage was starting to slow down. They had already been traveling for hours, though Mana was unaware of how long exactly, only knowing that they had left a little past dawn and been traveling ever since. No stops had occurred during the ride, which meant that where ever they were taking him was less than a days journey. Either that or they hadn't cared to stop for supplies, which would be oddly moronic.

Biting his lip nervously, he waited as the carriage bumped along the dirt road they were traveling on, only for all movement to stop suddenly. Since the blinds had been shut tight the entire journey, Mana had no idea what time it was, though he had a vague feeling that it was about midday, though he couldn't be quite sure, as he had fallen asleep for who knows how long for a good portion of the ride.

A gruff shout was heard from the front of the carriage, alerting Mana that the man who was bringing him was clearly not in the best of moods, before the door was opened, light spilling into the small compartment and causing Mana to squint, temporarily blinded by the brightness after having sat in the dark area for hours. He was not given any time to adjust, grabbed roughly by his shoulder and forced onto the dirt road, stumbling and falling quite painfully on his face, a grunt of pain tumbling out as he struggled to maintain his expression blank of any pain or suffering. He wouldn't give them that much, even with the little of his pride which had yet to be destroyed in his line of work.

Looking up, he could see an enormous mansion before him, along with huge fields of tobacco. Well that would certainly explain where his new owner had gotten all the money, since he was under the impression that most plantation owners were extremely wealthy. Even bond by his hands and feet, he attempted to get back on to his feet, though found little success and was forced to lie back down.

I wouldn't be holding this stupid procession up longer if they had simply not tied me up like this!

Though the men bringing him over didn't seem to care much by this set back, the one who he vaguely remembering tying the coarse ropes across his wrist grasping him by his arms and bringing into an upright position, before pushing him forward roughly. Doing his best not to fall flat on his face again, Mana managed to hobble precariously on the balls of his feet, regaining his balance after a moment. His efforts evoked a snort of amusement from his audience, which he ignored, merely standing still, since it wasn't like he would be able to reach the mansion without help. The driver, who seemed to already be a short enough tempered of a man, swiftly seized Mana by his thick chestnut hair, a cry of agony slipping past his swollen, filthy lips as sharp pain shot from the top of his skull. Grinding his teeth furiously to prevent his 'caretakers' from hearing anymore of his misery, he staggered along as the man practically dragged him to the pristine white, wooden door, kicking it open as he forced Mana into it.

It was a large, spacious room, painted white and holding a welcoming sort of atmosphere, though Mana was not able to fully take in what seemed to be a very pleasant guest area as he was thrown onto the floor. His shoulder caught the full force of the blow, a faint semblance of a whimper passing unwillingly from Mana. First his face, and now his shoulder, what an absolutely wonderful way to start off his first day.

"Stay there you filthy whore!"

The man whom had throw him at the chair growled angrily, flashing a furious glare at Mana before shuffling into the next room, his companions accompanying him, leaving Mana to his thoughts.

Like I could escape like this, idiot.

Mana thought bitterly, still trying to loosen the ropes on his ankles, while had given a little lee way at his adventure into the house. Though the bastard who had tied them must have done this countless times before, because he couldn't manage to loosen them further in the slightest.

Resigning himself to his fate, he looked about the room, glancing at the beautiful paintings which lined the floral wallpapered wall, all of depicting gorgeous landscapes of various areas which Mana had only imagined or heard from word of mouth. He mused to himself over who had painted such highly detailed paintings, wondering if the places they depicted were as real and lovely. Moving his gaze across the room, his gaze flickered towards the center of the room, a glossy wooden table sat in the middle of the strangely vacant room, a vase of wild flowers set perfectly in the middle. Against the wall was a bookcase filled with numerous books and a globe, next to it a cabinet which appeared to hold quite a bit of fancy liquor. Great, wouldn't it be simply marvelous if his new owner was also a big drinker? He'd learned from a older owner, whom had been quite the heavy drinker, that those who drank in excessive often had a temper one did not wish to mess with, nor engage in any sort of activity. A nervous shudder trailed down Mana's spine, painful memories evoked by the mere sight of the liquor, and he looked away quickly.

Briefly, he wondered why exactly he had been bought, since if this new owner was rich enough to pay so handsomely for him, he could have bought any other whore who was much more attractive and alluring than himself. In his opinion, which wasn't much, he wasn't much of a prize, though something about him must have made the other man think so to pay so much. Then again, he hadn't been told exactly how much money the other had paid for him, so perhaps it was just a larger number than his previous owner had paid. He mused to himself, hastily wiping the small smile that had flickered across his face when he heard footsteps coming from the hallway the men had left in.

He regained his calm composure, trying to maintain his mask of submissiveness and indifference. The first to enter the room was a handsomely dressed man, whose scarlet hair caught Mana's attention, as it was neatly combed and tied into a ponytail, though the ends flew in every direction. He was followed by the other men whom had brought Mana here, and yet Mana's attention was directed at the red head, carefully inspecting his outward appearance. His slender face was highlighted by the strands of crimson hair which broke free of the ponytail, his slim, tall figure accentuated by the white collared shirt he wore loosely. The dark ebony trousers he wore showing off the gorgeous curves, though Mana swiftly shifted his gaze away, not wanting to upset or anger his new owner by staring. Certainly, he was no ugly brute who merely wanted a pretty fuck toy to show off to all his nasty friends. Well, if this was his new owner, he was certainly quite handsome, which was a first for Mana. He didn't think he would mind having to give himself to this man.

Well at least, anymore than he normally cared, since this was just another job.

He remained unnaturally still as the man crossed the room silently, stopping short in front of Mana and inspecting his face carefully, seeming satisfied with whatever he was looking for, as he gave a curt nod. Those bright vermillion eyes searched his body hungrily, causing a light shiver to crawl up Mana's back. He again altered his gaze away and onto the floor, unable to meet the man's ravenous gaze. Surprise flickered across his face when the man ran his hand through his tangled chestnut hair, another shivering racking his body at the warm, gentle touch.

The man turned to the other men, his voice surprisingly deep, "This will do." He murmured, waving them off, though one moved forward, giving the other man a look. A soft growl rumbled out of the red head, as he grabbed a handful of bills from his front pocket and handed them to the man, who eagerly took the money and scuttled off with the rest of his crooneys.

Good riddance.

The scarlet haired man saw them off, only turning his attention back to Mana when the carriage had gone out of sight. Mana met his gaze steadily for a moment, before lowering his eyes to the floor, waiting for whatever was bound to come his way. Instead, the other man called for maid, ordering her to take care of his new 'attendant', as he had some business to take care. With that, he left without saying another word, which Mana was a bit grateful for. Regardless of the attraction he felt towards his new master, he was not stupid enough to not be wary of him. Undoubtedly, this new owner would be someone who'd demand quite a bit from him, and wouldn't have any disobedience. Not that Mana would offer any, he wasn't keen on discovering what happened when you didn't do as this owner asked.
The maid. Did he call her Sarah? Came towards him and began to cut away the taut ropes which bound his ankles together, and he sighed gratefully as they fell to the floor with soft thumps, finally able to move his feet freely. She did the same for the bondages on his wrist, and his golden eyes met her brown, conveying his gratitude in the simple actions. She nodded, motioning for him to follow her into the hallway. They traveled down the long room and into a smaller one, where a steaming tub of water awaited him.

"Master Cross has requested that you take a bath and change into another set of clothes."

Ah, so thats his name, Cross.
She left without giving Mana a moment to respond, shutting the door quietly as she did. Mana eyed the tub apprehensively, as though he had had numerous owners, baths had always been something of a luxury. To be offered one within minutes of his arrival was quite something for him, easily stripping the tarnished white shirt he had been wearing, along with the thin black pants. He put a hand in to test the temperature, finding it to be perfect, quickly dipping his feet in first, then the rest of his body, an appreciating moan slipping out as the warm water soothed his sore muscles.

Maybe this time won't be so bad. Or at least, moderately bearable.

Making himself comfortable, he allowed his entire body to relax in the soothing water, giving himself a moment to soak in the moment of blissful warmth. He dunked his head under once, twice, three times, completely soaking his long, thick, chestnut hair. Sweet relief filled him as the steaming water soothed his aching muscles and joints. On the side of the tub looked like soap and some sort of liquid, which he figured was something for him to use on his hair. He grabbed the bar and dunked it in the water, working it into a lather on his dirty skin, scrubbing every inch and crevice of his body until the cleansing lather coated his entire body. He worked the soap into his hair, which though it was a bit unkempt, was unusually well maintained, as it was one of the few things Mana liked about himself, taking exceptional care of his hair.

Once he was satisfied with his progress, he rinsed himself off, reluctantly leaving the warm tub and dunking himself with a cold pail of water to rid himself of the sweet smelling suds. Shivering, he reached for a dry, fluffy towel, wrapping into around his body as he wrung his hair with a smaller one. Of course, it wasn't like he had never had bath in his life, since most people weren't very keen with sleeping with someone who stunk royally. However, it was always a quick, cold dunk at most.

A large mirror hung on the wall in the bathroom, which Mana passed and took a quick look, before glancing away just as quickly. Often, at least, so he was told, his looks were quite attractive, especially his unique golden hues, which seemed to captivate plenty of people's attention. He didn't like looking at himself in the mirror, as though he feared the person he had become. Certainly, he had already lost all shame in the business he had been forced into, as there was no escape for anyone once you were caught. However, he couldn't help but occasionally regret the whore he had become, sometimes even hoping for something to happen so he would no longer have to endure this lifestyle.

A sigh past his lips, looking around for the clothes the maid had mentioned, only to find nothing but his old dirty clothes he had stripped free of. He wasn't keen on putting them on again, as the odor they emitted was quite foul, so he slipped out of the bathroom with only a towel hastily wrapped around his waist. Peeking into the hallway, he tried to remember which direction the maid may have gone, deciding to go down the hallway when he heard amiable chatter from that direction. He walked cautiously to the door where he could hear people talking, hoping to perhaps hear the maid's voice and locate her without having to search the entire place for her. As he leaned in closer, the door suddenly opened, another maid slamming into him with a loud exclamation of surprise.

She quickly backed up, revealing several other women whom were dressed similarly, all looking up to see what the commotion was about. An awkward silence filled the room as Mana gulped nervously, anxiously searching the room for Sarah, relieved to have located her towards the back of the room with a load of laundry. She looked up to see why the ladies had gone silent, meeting Mana's gaze questioningly, her eyebrows raised in surprise at Mana's appearance.

"You didn't mention where the clothes were." Mana murmured softly, his voice barely reaching Sarah, whom realized she had forgotten his clothing in another room, pardoning herself as she bustled out of the room.

Murmurs broke out amongst the servants in the room, casting both envious and loathing glares his way. Through the quiet gossip, Mana managed to make out certain words and phrases which caught his attention 'must be the new whore' 'other one probably died' 'hell he never brings a guy' 'ugly whore'. One maid in particular seemed quite unnerved, her furious cerulean eyes scorching Mana with a furious glare.

What a lovely reception.

Slightly amused by their ugly chatter, he simply waited patiently for Sarah to come back, a small smile threatening to widen into a grin. Really, these women acted as though he were stealing their master from them, like he had some sort of choice in the matter. Perhaps the master was a little more inviting with his staff as he was with his whores. Though from what Mana could gather, the previous ones seemed to have all been largely appealing women. How strange, perhaps Cross was just curious about having sex with another man. Well, it wouldn't be the first owner who'd bought him for that sort of thing, but then again, it was rarely pleasant, having to do all the work and often experiencing more pain than pleasure through each attempt before being tossed aside.

A tap on his shoulder caused him to snap out of his musing, turning to face Sarah, whom handed him the clean set of clothes to him.

"Here. Master Cross will most likely be arriving quite soon, so kindly wait for him in the guest room you first entered in."

Mana nodded, leaving the room and Sarah as he headed back towards the bathroom. He glanced at the clothes as he walked down, running his hand over the smooth silk shirt he had been given, fascinated by the quality of it. Sure, it was just a shirt, but the price of it wasn't cheap, and it again caught Mana by surprise. He wasn't normally dressed up, usually kept hidden and given any old clothing, since it wasn't needed during the act and often only got in the way, irritating quite a few of his owners to the point where he was constantly kept naked. Good times.

He quickly put on the trousers and blouse given, finding they fit just a little big, but were otherwise perfect. He skimmed past the mirror, only barely glancing to make sure he didn't look to hideous. Returning to the guest room, he took a seat on one of the cushioned benches, tapping his fingers against the wood anxiously as he awaited Cross's arrival.

A angry yell alerted him to Cross's presence, a series of expletives furiously spat out at someone, growing louder in volume as he walked closer to the door, striding angrily into the room and muttering dangerously under his breath about incompetent fools. He didn't seem to register Mana's presence in the room for a moment, too consumed with whatever had pissed him off before he realized the other's presence.

"You there! Whats your name?"

He snapped rather impatiently, crimson hues flashing irritably as he took a seat on another couch, looking over Mana's clothes with an all to familiar gaze.

"Mana, sir."

He wasn't sure what he was allowed to call Cross, but sir was most likely the safest way to go. At least, thats what Mana hoped.

"You'll address me as Master, understand?" Cross growled, causing Mana to look downward nervously, not wanting to be hit for his stupidity.

"Yes, Master."

"Good, now get over here and prove to me you're worth every damn penny I spent on a whore like you!"

Not at all fazed by the request, Mana's mind kicked into gear, his blank expression turning instantly into an alluring inviting one, the small but seductive smile which he flashed at Cross causing the other man to stiffen slightly, surprised by the sudden adjustment in attitude. Mana took no time at all to cross the room, capturing Cross's coarse lips roughly, his intensity returned in favor by Cross, whose impatient tongue entered Mana's mouth forcefully, eliciting a erotic moan from Mana, who's tongue eagerly met Cross's as they battled for dominance, though Mana easily allowed Cross to win and infiltrate him violently. Soft hands intertwined into the soft lockets of vermillion hair, Mana shifting his position from half leaning down to straddling Cross on the couch. He began to grind himself against the subtle bulge in Cross's pants, which pressed against his pants needingly after a few minutes of this and the desperate make out.

Intoxicated by Cross's skillful tongue, the warmth of immense pleasure spread to his lower groin, his erection pressing against his pants urgently and begging to be relieved. Ignoring it for the time, Mana grinded harder against Cross's erection urgently, who in turn let out a husky groan, breaking the kiss and unbuckling his pants, pushing Mana's mouth towards the bulge.

Expert hands removed Cross's undergarments quickly, freeing the erect length and eliciting another wanton moan from Cross, his head leaning against the back of couch for support, breathing slightly erratic. Mana rubbed the member up and down, teasingly running his thumb against the tip, pre cum spilling out as Mana's skillful hands continued to evoke lustful groans from Cross. However, Cross desired more, finding that Mana was moving much to slow for him, grasping the other by his hair and shoving his mouth over the leaking cock.

Wincing internally as a painful shudder racked his body, Mana swallowed the erection whole, his tongue flicking over each crevice and finding each sensitive spot which only made Cross more demanding, bucking into Mana's mouth as he came closer to coming. With one hand, Mana held onto the couch for support, the other fondling his master's balls.

"Oh fuck yes!"

Cross, who was thoroughly enjoying Mana's skill, felt himself reaching past the point of blissful pleasure and into ecstasy. His heavy breathing continued until he let out an erotic groan, releasing his load into Mana's mouth, still holding tightly onto Mana's hair and forcing him to swallow every bit. His hands loosened slightly, as Mana freed himself and licked at the saliva and cum which had slipped out of his mouth, golden eyes keen with lust as they gazed desirably into the half satiated scarlet hues.

But Cross wanted more. He was far from done with Mana.

"Clean it up."

He said gruffly, Mana complying as his tongue licked away the cum on the folds and the tip, unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand. However, he was stopped when a quiet squeak was heard from the door hallway, a younger looking servant with pure white hair flushed bright pink at the scene before him, rooted to the spot in shock and immense embarrassment, unable to think of a proper way to respond to the following situation he had come across. Mana, who was used to people walking in on him, continued what he was doing, and though Cross spoke up, he didn't stop Mana from doing what he was doing.

"What is it? Haven't I told you brats to not to disturb me when I'm busy?!" Cross snapped in a rather composed voice, though the hint if huskiness could not be completely masked.

The white haired servant seemed to regain control of his voice, though the blush did not fade, nor did the embarrassment which was clear in his tone.

"I, uh, h-have a m-messa-ge...f-fro-m Mas-ster Fr-o-oi. He-he wants um t-to se-see you t-today. Wa-wants to tal-lk abou-about some bu-business opportunities."

The boy stuttered painfully, silver eyes wide and averting the scene before him, shaking dreadfully. Cross hissed angrily, pushing Mana away and pulling his pants up, the irritated glint in his vermillion eyes difficult to miss.

"Fine, tell him I'll see him in an hour. Also, take 'Mana' to my room and get it ready for tonight."

Cross said as he captured Mana's lips fiercely, biting the other's lower lips before releasing it and hungrily kissing up to the other's earlobe.

"You better be ready you damn slut, I'm going to ravish you so thoroughly tonight, you won't be able to even stand."

With that, Cross left the room without sparing Mana or the other servant another glance. Mana, slightly surprised by the turn of events, wiped the seductive expression of his face, replacing it with his normal, stoic look, golden eyes flickering to met the silver ones.

"So are you just going to stand here until he comes back or what?"

Mana asked scathingly, hand placed on his hip as he eyed the boy. He seemed to be of at least 16 years, but then again, that strange white hair of his also made him seem twice his age. Mana barely noticed the bright scar over his left eye or the deformed looking arm. The boy reminded him that Neah would probably have been his age, had he lived that long. Pursing his lips, he awaited the servant's response impatiently.

"Of course I'm not!"

The boy finally managed to snap back at him, Mana arching an eyebrow at the boy, who finally began moving down into the hallway and up the flight of stairs at the end of it. Mana didn't bother to keep up with the pace of the boy, who raced up the stairs as if his life depended on it. The stairs continued upwards to what was most likely a third floor, but the servant waited for him in the second floor, silver eyes refusing to meet the blank gilded ones. He pointed towards a large door, which once Mana pushed past it, revealed an enormous master suite, the luxurious bed before him large enough to fit five people comfortably, candles and other toys lining one side of the room.

He casually walked over to said toys and began to look them over, familiar with the majority of them. He turned back to the bed and lied down, staring up at the ceiling, ignoring as the boy entered and exited the room repeatedly, fixing the bed and bringing in bottles of liquor and a container of oil. Closing his eyes for a minute, Mana took the chance to rest his eyes for a moment, the day's journey now beginning to wear on him.

Sighing, he flipped onto his side, catching the white haired boy sneaking a glance at him, before realizing he had been caught and turning away quickly, leaving the room and returning with a platter of food.

At the sight of the food, Mana's stomach rumbled appreciatively, as did the boy's, which evoked an amused snort from Mana, the boy immediately looking away, flustered.

As Mana began to tentatively pick at the food, he tossed one of the larger pieces of bread at the servant, who flashed him a very grateful look before rapidly devouring it in a matter of seconds. Apparently looks could be deceiving, as though the boy looked well fed, he gazed longingly at the platter of food before Mana, as though even if he ate it all it still wouldn't satiate his hunger.

"Eat what you like, I'm not really that hungry."

Mana found himself saying, ignoring the pang of hunger in his stomach which contradicted his statement. At first, the boy shook his head furiously, but eventually gave in after a bit of coaxing and his hunger giving way. The platter, which had been full of rich meats, vegetables, and a bowl of soup, was emptied in a matter of minutes, Mana surprised by the other boy's appetite, settled back down onto the bed and closing his eyes when the boy went to take his leave. Neither had spoken during the meal, as they had no idea what to say to each other and they were both enjoying the food too much to bother striking up a conversation.

"Um..."

Mana opened his eyes and pushed himself into an upright position, gazing into the piercing silver gaze with an arch of his eyebrow.

"Yes?"

The boy suddenly flushed, looking downwards before saying something so quickly, Mana nearly missed it entirely.

"He likes people who are really loud."

The boy then slammed the door, loud, fast pacing footsteps indicating that he was running and soon the noise became distant, before it disappeared altogether.