A/N:
Hello, hello!
Welcome to my new story!
This is set in the country of Seiyo.
Amu is eighteen and Ikuto is twenty-one.
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Chapter One:
Amu's hazel eyes glowed ferociously as the men dragged her up the stone staircase.
She was to be auctioned today to some disgusting rich man. She stood behind the rusty metal bars that would soon lead her into a hall where she would stand, body almost barren, under the piercing gaze of men of money.
Her clothes covered a small amount of skin, a bra and a pair of briefs. Her shoulder length pink hair did nothing to help with protection.
The loud whistle blew, signaling for the guards to pull Amu into the small circle of an area in the middle of the hall.
She spotted men of all ages sitting in the balconies of the hall, looking at her as if she was an object of no worth. One man looked particularly grotesque. He caught Amu's gaze and ran his wet tongue over his ugly teeth capped in gold. He stared her up and down and slowly raised his card. "27,000," his voice growled an awful greasy tone.
The auctioneer's voice rang clear across the gray stone walls. "Going once…!" he shouted, ready to hammer down on his wooden plaque.
"Going twice…!"
Amu shut her eyes.
"28,000," a low husky voice uttered from across the room. Amu glanced up at the man. He was beautiful. His silky indigo hair rested perfectly atop his head, his dark blue eyes glistened even in the dark room, and his tall, lean frame stood out from all the potbellied middle-aged men surrounding him.
Amu blew her bangs out of her face and shot him a fierce look that said 'I-didn't-need-your-help.'
"30,000!" the foul-looking man shot out frantically.
The mysterious man only smirked, "50,000."
Is he out of his fucking mind?! Amu thought furiously in her head. You almost never go up over 40,000 in these auctions!
The fat man gritted his golden teeth together in frustration.
"G-going once…!" the auctioneer stuttered, startled by the sudden feud. "Going twice…! SOLD!"
Amu sighed, pushing her hair out of her face as the guards lead her into the back room again.
Hazel, a girl who was only a few years younger than Amu, clung to the pinkette's arm as she put a cloak over her body. "Do you know who that handsome man was?" she demanded.
"No," Amu scowled. "He was foolish for throwing away so much money for someone of my worth."
"Please," Hazel rolled her eyes. "Do you really not know who he is?"
"No."
"He's the head of Easter Corporations!" Hazel said in exasperation. "The Tsukiyomis are basically royalty here, even in all of Seiyo!"
"Well, damn," Amu said sarcastically. "That's going to help me when it comes to cleaning their house, huh?"
Hazel laughed, "I'm going to miss you, onee-chan."
"Me too," Amu replied, giving Hazel a tight hug.
"Number 231," one of the guards called, grabbing her arm gruffly. "Get out."
Amu glared up at them, prying their hands off of her. "Don't touch me," she sneered, walking out of the barred gates herself.
Her feet were bare, her legs were bleeding from all the street fights she had managed to get caught up in before she was captured by the Hunters.
There was a grand carriage set up as soon as she stepped outside. It seemed unfitting to the revolting, gag-worthy streets of Amu's home. It was painted white with intricate designs wrapping around it. There were big scales of gold lining the bottom, as well as the seat.
"Well, m'lady," the mysterious man from earlier appeared from behind his two white stallions. He gestured for her to get in the carriage with him.
"I am not getting into that carriage with you, Tsukiyomi Ikuto-sama," Amu huffed. "Isn't there another option of transportation?"
"Unfortunately," Ikuto mused, "I have not prepared any other carriage as I thought you would enjoy the ride back with my company."
"Unfortunately," Amu replied back with a slight tinge of mockery, "that is not the case. I was not expecting to be washed over with objects of money such as this."
"I'm sorry to break it to you, but you'll just have to suffer through the short amount of time that you will be stuck in this carriage with me," Ikuto teased, leading her into the carriage.
The horses clopped up to a stone road in the midst of greenery. Amu poked her head out of the windows to the side of the carriage. Her eyes went wide when she spotted an enormous house ahead in their path. It was a mansion of English architecture. The house was practically littered with detailed arches and windows. The scale of the house was something that Amu had never witnessed before. (A/N: The house picture is linked here: EnglishHeritage1-Apethorpe%20Hall,.jpg)
Ikuto stepped out of the carriage first, reaching out to help Amu. She didn't take his hand and hopped out herself.
He chuckled, "Do you like it?"
"I don't think it's a choice whether I like it or not, I'm going to be living here," Amu answered, "Tsukiyomi-sama."
"Now, now," Ikuto smiled. "Couldn't you call me in a slightly more friendly manner?"
"Tsukiyomi-sama," Amu glared, bowing her head. "Could you show me to my room?"
"Amu-koi," Ikuto ran twirled one of the strands of her pink hair between his fingers.
Amu shuddered, closing her eyes. "Please do not touch me," she whispered.
Ikuto frowned in worry. He set a warm hand on the small of the pinkette's back and slowly lead her into the mansion.
What has this girl gone through? Ikuto pondered.
A/N:
That's it for the first chapter!
I hope you enjoyed it.
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Thank you for reading!
-Ai-Chan