The genre will change...I hope. Would like to try somehting comedy-ish. Could b an epic fail tho...
A young man dressed in an immaculate suit stepped out of an elaborate limousine and walked confidently into the building before him. The leather shoes he wore stepped over the threshold into the marble entrance of the gloomy house. He approached a desk in the center of the small, morbid room where a young woman sat wearing an elegant dress and classy boots.
"Can I help you?" she asked as she observed the man from behind her spectacles.
"Yes, I'm here to make a purchase. Male. Under 20. Small." His voice was even, low. He spoke clearly but still barely audibly. The woman's eyes widened slightly at the request but she scribbled something down and gave him the piece of paper.
"Door on the left. A guide will show you to the room." She watched the man disappear through the door, stunned that somebody like him would come to a place like this.
The wealthy youngster informed the dirty, old guide of his specifications and was led down a few more hallways, all adorned with pricey paintings and with expensive marble floors.
"We got four of 'em. Nasty little buggers." The guide grunted out as they rounded a corner. "'ere we are. Take your pick."
The young man frowned as he saw the products. He didn't like being here, but it was necessary. Behind bars and a glass window, sat three young boys. Each in worse condition than the last. One had long red hair and elaborate tattoos, he was skinny and had hollowed cheeks, though he was rather tall. Another had short black hair, he had small frame which only served to make him look more sickly than he should. The last boy in the chamber looked better than the others, though he had more visible scars, his hair also short and dark, a single tattoo visible on his cheek, more running around his neck and arms. He hadn't been here long.
"You said there were four. I only see three. Where's the other?" The velvety voice filled the air and all three captives looked up at him in awe. None of the other customers had questioned their last cell mate's absence.
"Oh, of course. Er- sorry 'bout that." The old man pressed a button to the right of the chamber and a hidden cave was revealed. "'Ere he is. He's horrid though. Dun know how to listen to rules, this one. Nasty little bugger. Dun know any discipline. Gets a beat'n regularly." The horrid man seemed disgusted at the mere presence of the tiny young boy that barely managed to scramble out of the tomb. He was terrifyingly small and looked like damaged porcelain, his skin equally pale, his hair almost the same color. The only color on the boy was in the cuts and bruises that littered his limbs and exposed torso.
"Open it." The young man had spoken directly to the guide and his tone had prohibited defiance. He'd found that he often had that effect on people, when he really wanted to. The guide did as told, albeit a bit hesitantly. Soon, the glass and metal bars had been removed and the four inmates looked positively baffled. "Leave." Again, he had spoken to the guide who looked even more skeptical but did as told.
"Excellent. Now, which of you is Hitsugaya Toshiro?" Three shocked faces turned to the addressed boy as the pale, abused boy's eyes widen remarkably. "You then? Great, you're coming with me. You guys are Renji, Hanataro and Shuhei right?" Again, their eyes widened at his knowledge of their names. "Unfortunately, it'll look suspicious if I take all of you at once, but I'll send some one. Think you can last a while longer?" Still completely dumbfounded, they nodded their heads, incredulous at the promise just made. He smiled gently at each of them in turn.
"Here, I'll leave these. Don't let the guards catch you with them though." He lay down a packet of dried fruits and some chocolate in the space between them. "Mind if I check something quickly?"
Gaining no response, he walks up to the redhead first. Slowly, noticing the boy cringe away from him, he lay his hand against Renji's forehead. He quickly proceeded to check vitals and felt for damaged bones. Clearing the test, Renji gets a piece of chocolate in his hands and looks on, baffled at the young buyer's gentle touch. The small boy with dark hair, Hanataro, gets the same treatment and also passes. Next, the man moves on to Shuhei, the bruised young boy. The buyer finds that this boy has some bad injuries that could do with treatment. Treatment that isn't available. He settles for the next best thing and performs basic first aid, drawing pained gasps from his patient. He makes sure not to leave any visible signs of care, knowing from past experience that this would greatly upset the guards and result in further mistreatment.
"Come on kid." He reaches for the pale young boy and lifts him off the ground. "I know it's shit here, but I'm working on it. Please be patient." He stoops to a low bow, pleading with the boys that have to stay. Their eyes stretch wide again, disbelieving and unused to such shows of….of what? Equality?
He leaves the room, dragging the scantily dressed young, fragile boy behind him. When they get to the corridor, they find the guide waiting for them.
"Finally done are ye?" He looks resentful at having to wait outside, at not knowing what went on in the chamber.
"Yes, I've chosen this one." The boy is yanked forward and shown to the guide.
"Ya sure? He's a nasty one he is."
"Yes, you've told me so. I do believe this is the third time. Now, shall I show myself out or will you be accompanying us?" His words were liquid fire, terrifying and harsh. The guide scrambled to lead them out of the house's maze.
They reached the front hall relatively quickly and the young man paid for his purchase. All the while he was icy and an air of hostility aimed directly at the receptionist and guide filled the small space. The pale boy clad in nothing but a pair of shorts felt the wrath of his 'owner' and feared what would happen to him, though he would never voice these fears. Would he be used and abused, a replaceable toy, or would he be left in a corner and only be brought out for special occasions? These questions demanded answers. Answers he'd be sure to get when they stepped out of the despicable 'shop'.
So, I know who the owner is...I think. Any thoughts? Review plz! :)