Hey everyone!

So this is my fist FF...ever...really...this was an idea I had fore quire a long time and I coundn't find anything like this so I started writing it;) hope some of you like it...it's a bit strange I know...so please tell me if you find a mistake (I'm sure there isn't only one :/)

Wish you great fun,

Silberquelle;)

It was a dark and stormy night on the Planet of Kinmoku when a black car was making his way along a gravel path. The lightning flashed and the thunder rolls as if they were just trying to drown the sobbing of a 17year old girl who was sitting in that car cuddling up with many others. There were many of them, from every part of the universe, there was a little red-haired girl from Radyr, thousands of light years away from home, a muscular fair haired woman from a planet called GrT65. One for every taste. But they had two thing in common, 5 numbers cut in their upper arm and an uncertain future.

The 17year old girl with the number 93584 was wearing some kind of jute bag with a rope as belt. Her hairs was raven black and short, they were not allowed to ware their hair long because it would be a too big expenditure to keep them clean. She had that number on her upper arm since she was a baby. Her parents had them too. 'Only valuable people don't have them...', she thought to herself as the car stopped suddenly making them all fall forward. In the front someone war getting out of the car, they could hear it clearly, heavy steps on the gravel followed and all of a sudden the door was fling open. 5 men were standing outside. The girls knew the 2 of them wearing long black coats, the others looked quite official in their armament. They spoke a language non of the girls understood. 'We must be very far away from home', the black-haired girl thought trying not to cry when thinking of what has happened and what will happen to her.

Next morning...

In huge bright bedroom, decorated with gold and obviously expensive textile a queen-to-be turned round once more in her bed not willing to hear her alarm clock. She hadn't slept all night listening to the thunderstorm. Although she would never leave the castle during such a storm she loved listening to it, it made her feel safe and powerful at the same time. A knocking on the door took her back to reality, it was 7 o'clock in the morning and time for the royal breakfast with the ministers and her guards. 'Are you awake, your highness?, a soft voice from the outside asked. 'No', the short royal answer. A chuckle. 'I'm coming in now', slowly the door opened and a tall thin woman with long brown hair entered. 'You were expected be dressed and ready for meeting the ministers by now, your highness', she said as she knelt down. 'Stop that official behaviour, Maker. You know I don't like that'-'I'm sorry but this is the protocol.', the brown haired woman rouse from the floor and made her way over to the princess. Lifting the blanket she smiled down at her protége. 'Will you get up or do I have to carry you in the bathroom?'

'Did something happen last night', the princess asked her guard while having a great warm shower to wake up, 'I thought I heard something at the main entrance.' 'The new slaves arrived, the once your father bought two weeks ago at the great marked', Maker answered standing in front of the cupboard trying to figure out what was the best for the princes to wear at the royal breakfast, which was nearly over by now anyway.

'Oh, how do they look? Anything interesting?' , the princess asked while putting on the clothes Maker had chosen. 'Not really, mostly maids. Explains the price'. Laughing both headed off for breakfast.

At the entrance to the dining room a silver haired woman was waiting impatiently waiting for her colleague. 'Always the same', she murmured to herself shaking her head, 'you could think our future-queen can't read the watch..'

'What did you just say?'

Healer startled 'Bless god your here! The ministers have been waiting for nearly half an hour now.'

'Are you criticising your queen, guard?' Kakyuu stood on her toes to be as tall as the silver haired woman.

'Future-queen, yes, and now get in there and behave like royalty', Healer answered grinning and opened the door.

2 hours later...

'Bless god it's over...', Kakyuu sighed sitting down on the couch in her apartment, 'I can't believe that every breakfast will be like that when I'm the queen.' 'Believe it, your mother had breakfast like this for nearly 30 years now', Healer sat down on one of the heavy chairs. 'Yes, being queen isn't easy and that was only breakfast...', Maker said while sorting the post on the desk. Pulling face Kakyuu turned to Healer, 'Have you seen the new slaves already? Maker told me they arrived yesterday night.'-'Yes I have, your mother told me to choose one to replace your current maid, hard choice I can tell you.'-'Why?'-'Most of them are just an insult. Seems like they weren't given any food since the king chose them and non of them – really non – understood a word I said.'

'So have you chosen one?'. Maker asked making her way over to them. 'Yes, she must be here soon.' 'What's her name?', the princess asked curious. 'I have no idea, she understood no word, the only thing she said was her ID-number 93584.' 'Nothing else?' 'Nothing else, but I got her file', Healer took a brown folder from the desk and started reading out loud: ID: 93584 ; No name given yet. 17 years old, 1,76m tall 50kg – oh...pretty thin – speaks only her mother tongue, can neither read nor write, blah blah...nothing interesting...oh here is something written by hand: Problem with authorities! And next to it in a different writing: SOLVED! Sounds strange...'

A knocking on the door. 'Yes', the princess responded. 'Your highness, we bring the new maid your guard chose', two soldiers entered the room and bowed. 'Yes, bring her in', the princess said trying to sound like a real queen. 'At your service', the soldiers bowed again and signalled someone at the door to come in.

A tall, thin – although emaciated would have been the right word – girl with short black hair wearing an old maid-dress entered slowly, she was looking as if she was in pain. The soldiers left after bowing another time. As soon as the door closed the girl dropped to her knees and started to cry, shiver and stammer something in a language none of them understood...

For a moment it was completely silent in the room. The Princess, Maker and Healer just stared at the picture of misery in front of them. Then Healer slowly stood up and walked over. Kneeling down she started to stroke the girls back. Not a too good idea, the girl winced and started to cry even harder.

'Let me alone with her', Kakyuu said thoughtful. 'As you wish', Healer and Maker bowed. 'But if you need anything...'-'Then I know where to find you. I'm not a child anymore Maker.' 'Well, sometimes I'm not sure about that', Maker winked while closing the door behind her.

Kakyuu turned around to look at her new possession but the place where the girl hat knelt on the floor was empty. *Just my luck*, the Princess thought while looking around if the slave was still somewere around. There in the corner at the other end of the room she was sitting, pressed against the wall nearly trying to become invisible. It hurt Kakyuu deep in her heart to look her. The girl was a bit younger than herself. So thin that you had to be careful not to break her when touching her. She was pale and had bruises on arms and legs.

Distrustful the girl looked at the princess. 'Get over here', Kakyuu commanded a bit more louder that she had intended and gave the slave a sighn with her hand to come over. 'What did I do? I shouldn't have talked without permission, oh no...how could I have forgotten that?', shivering the girl got up and one step after the other she came closer. As soon as she reached the princess she dropped to her knees. Quickly the princess caught her shoulders, 'no, not like this', she said pulling the girl on the couch making her sit next to her 'sit down next to me, ok?' The girl looked confused, what was going to happen?

'I am the princess', Kakyuu said slowly pointing at herself. The girl didn't seem to understand. The princess shook her head, then she had an idea. She reached over to the table in front of the couch and took a photo album. It had the royal arms on it. The girl starred at the arms *That can't be true*, the girl thought. The princess opened the album showing a photo of herself at a dance last year with her parents. She was wearing a long blue-golden dress and an awfully expensive looking crown.

The girls starred at the picture with horror, 'The princess Kakyuu', she tought about all the awful stories slaves told her in the camp a few weeks ago, 'I'm doomed.'

'You must be hungry!', the princess interrupted her thoughts. She jumped up and got a big plate from the dining table in the centre of the room and placed it in front of the girl. On the plate were all kinds of fruit. The girl looked at it with big eyes. Was she allowed to take some or was this just to test her behaviour? You must not eat in front of your owner, she knew that but she was so hungry that she would have taken the beating just to get one of these apples. The princess looked at her expecting something to do. But what was the right thing to do? Slowly ID 93584 moved her hand, oh my god, for how long she hadn't gotten anything to eat, it must have been weeks. The apple felt cold in her hand and it tasted like heaven on earth. She would have never expected an apple to taste that good.

From the corner of her eye she watched the princess just in case...but the princess was just smiling at her.

'What's your name?', the princess asked slowly. No answer. She pointed at her new servant 'Do – you – have –a – name?' she asked again. The other girl looked at her seeming to get nervous '93584' was the answer this time. '93584 is not a name. What shall we call you?' The girl reached for an other apple, trying to figure out what the princess wanted her to answer. When the only sentence she knew in this language came to her mind: 'Whateveryouwant.' The princes looked at her surprised, what the girl said sounded more like echoism than an actual sentence. 'Where did you get that from?', the princess said wondering while looking for the file Healer brought with her before but it was gone. That was when she saw the label on the apple the girl held in her left hand, it said 'Seiya' the name of the royal orchard. 'Well, here we have a name', the princess thought smiling and sitting back on the couch.

To be continued...

Hope you liked it...please write me a short review;)

Kisses,

Silberquelle