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"If he can no longer fight, he is of no use to me."
How did it become like this?
"Sir, he can still fight. He just needs some time to recover."
"Bah, recover? Do I look like I'm some fucking babysitter? Every day he's not out there, I'm losing money."
I've made so much more for you than you could ever lose you ungrateful bastard!
"Then what do you want to do with him?"
"I don't care. Dispose of him; sell him on the streets as a hooker. His face is certainly beautiful enough. I don't want to have a defective fighter on my hands. I don't want that kind of shame." He paused for a moment. "No wait; sell him to the black market. He's had so many modifications; we can get our money's worth."
You old fuck, I hate you! I hate you!
"Is he conscious?"
"Yes, but he's paralyzed. Even his modified healing system cannot catch up with so much damage. We'll also need to do some repairs on a few things."
"As soon as he can move again, sell him"
"Yes, sir."
He watched a nurse inject something into his IV tube.
Sleep overtook his brain.
One week later.
"One million."
"Anyone bid higher? The auctioneer was wearing a nice brown suit that was starting to get wrinkled from all his jumping around. "Going once-"
"Two million," Someone yelled out.
"Two million," He cried. "Do we have a higher bidder?"
Kanda stared at the feral crowd below him. He was chained naked onto a board so the auction goers could see all of what they were bidding for. Every single person and his financial manager seemed to have shown up to this auction.
They all wanted a piece of him. As his eyes scanned, he noticed a head of snow white hair. Peculiar that an old man would hand around the black market, but then again all sorts of people meddled in these illegal trades so he wasn't that surprised.
"Two million, going once-"
He saw the white haired man whisper to the person next to him.
"-going twice-"
He stood up. "Three million."
The bidder who had bid two million stood up quickly. "Four million." He was a pudgy old man. He wiped his face with a handkerchief.
"Five million." White haired old man didn't even break a sweat.
"Ten million!" The fat guy cried, he was practically jumping out of his shoes.
The auctioneer was getting excited.
The white haired guy looked at the pudgy old man. "Twenty million." His voice rang around the room. The auctioneer's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. The fat bidder dropped his handkerchief. No one said a word.
"T-twenty million, going once, going twice, sold!" He pounded his mallet against the podium. Kanda was unchained from the board and shoved backstage and pushed into a cage. A heavy padlock was locked onto the cage with a click. Kanda could hardly contain his excitement, another prison to live in.
The white haired bidder strolled backstage to look at his prize.
Kanda didn't even look at him. "Hey," He tapped on the metal bars. "We'll be best of friends. You'll fight for me, I won't let you die, I promise." He laughed a boyish laugh. His voice was very young sounding. He couldn't have been older than Kanda, probably even younger than he. When Kanda turned around to get a look at his face, he had already gone to go pay the fee. He could only see the man's back.
"Please write the cheque to Black Order Auctions. Yes, thank you." A man took the cheque and placed it into a box. "Hugh! Hans! Carry the cage out for this gentleman."
The two brutes they called Hugh and Hans lifted the cage without bothering that it was wobbling or shaking. Kanda rolled around from the bumpiness. They shuffled him outside.
"Where do you want us to put it sir?" The car in which he had arrived was by no means suitable for taking a cage.
"The white haired man turned and Kanda got a good look at his face. He was young, even younger than Kanda probably. "The cage will not be necessary, thank you. Just let him in the car."
The two beasts looked at each other. "Are you sure sir? Fighters can be pretty dangerous if their not cuffed or caged. He could seriously hurt you." They opened the lock hesitantly and let Kanda out. The white haired walked close to Kanda. Kanda growled at him. He patted Kanda on the shoulder and he swatted his hand away. The two beasts looked worried.
"Don't worry," The white haired said, his voice was as cold as ice. "He won't hurt me."
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