Title: Just A Slave
Rating: T
Main Pairing: Yullen
Warnings: Mentions of slave rape, vague sexual intercourse
Full Summary: For Allen Walker, being a slave is the only thing he know's.
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Disclaimer: I do not own D Gray Man
Commentary: This is a two-shot
Chapter 1: Yuu Kanda
I am a slave. I always had been and always would be. There was nothing that could ever change that. I lived for those who became my master's and I would die for those who became my master's. I would follow every command they had, whether I wanted to or not. Afterall, that was to be expected.
I am just a slave.
"When you believe, or are led to believe, you are unable to at upon the greatest desires of the soul, the result is mental and spiritual enslavement." -Iyanla Vanzant.
The rough hands of my master of the last year, jerked me to a standing position. My sore fifteen(right?) year old body lacking strength after having been made to clean the estate thrice. "You'll be leaving bright n' early tomorrow morning, so go and get some rest. After you've packed that is." My master said and walked away from me. I stood unmoving for a moment before turning and leaving the living room, going up the one-way staircase to my room. I had always been an ensuite slave, meaning I would do an arrange of things from cleaning the house to pleasuring the Master and guest appointed to me.
I quickly went into my room and started packing. My room was small, only having a bed, mirror, and two dressers. Not even a closet, but I had never complained. I never would complain. At all, in my entire life. My bag was scarce, seeing how I only had a few things to begin with. I had a toothbrush, hairbrush, a butler outfit I was currently wearing; a pair of white silk pajamas and a pair of tight shorts, and white tank top. After changing into my pajamas, I quickly got under my covers and fell asleep. The only thought beforehand was a wonder of who my new master would be.
The house was nice, nicer than my old master's; all of them combined. Whoever bought me must have a lot of money. I stepped out of the horse drawn carriage and held open the door for, what I guess I could no call my previous, master to walk out before closing it. "Follow me, boy." He said, his voice scruffy from smoking most of his life. I nodded and did as told, following him to the large estate. My previous master knocked on the door and we patiently waited for the door to be opened. It opened a second later, revealing a young girl, no older than twelve, with gravity-defying purple hair. I must admit to myself, she looked dashing in her little maid outfit. She bowed as she let us through the door.
"The Masta' is waitin' for ya in his study. Let me show it to the both of ya." She spoke softly as she closed the door and led us further into the house. She walked through a series of hallways, passing by extravagant pictures hanging on the wall and beautiful sculptures and vases. Finally, we stopped in front of a large oak door. The girl knocked three times and said in a loud voice, "Masta'! The guests have arrived!" A muffled voice called back some kind of reply and the girl turned to us. "Ya may enter as ya please. I must go." She bowed and scurried away, briefly glancing at me before she disappeared. My previous master opened the door and I closed it silently after we had stepped fully into the room.
When I turned, I was faced with one of the most beautiful creatures that have ever wandered this earth. He was tall, at least 177cm tall and had long, flowing, raven colored hair, held up in a high ponytail. His eyes were a striking dark blue and his mouth was smirked in amusement. He wore a black hapi, a pair of worn geta's on his feet. He leaned back on his desk, crossing his ankles.
So this would be my new master.
"I have brought him, as you requested. Where is my-" The man raised his hand, silencing my previous master as he walked over to stand about three feet from me. "Your name." He commanded. I sat my bag down and bowed lowly. "I am Allen Walker. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." I stood up straight and waited as he examined me.
"Your speech is impeccable. How?" He asks.
"My first master took a liking to me and homeschooled me until I was nine, when he was killed by one of the other slaves. I still study on my own when I am given the chance." I replied, monotone.
The man glanced at my previous master before shooing him away with a wave. "You're money is waiting by the front door. Have a good day." My previous master was gone without a farewell. This beautiful man came closer, examining my snow white hair, gray eyes, small physique, and most strikingly, the red scar that covered my left eyes. He reached out and and pulled me close, pressed firmly against his chest. I didn't reciprocate this one-sided hug.
"The slaves at this manor are free to do as they please, well, mostly. They have chores as all households should, but regardless, they are free. I have bought you for a completely different reason. You will belong solely to me, mind, body, and soul. I desire you greatly." He spoke softly and took a step back, only to lean forward, his breath tickling my lips. "Welcome, Allen Walker, to the Kanda Manor." And he sealed my lips in a kiss I would never forget.
From the very beginning I knew life at the Manor would be different. As it was, I had no right to either like it, or hate it. It was my life purpose to never have any choice; to always serve my master's. This was a never ending cycle, that I was positive would never end, but regardless of any and all situations, I would stay the same.
I am just a slave.
"To believe in one's uselessness, is to believe in nothing; To believe in one's fate, is to believe that nothing is better." - Nagisa Hijimoto.
A/N: Two-shot I made a long time ago. I am Nagisa Hijimoto.
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