Hey!
Ok, so. caugh caugh I had a little idea flowing through my mind for the last couple of weeks. I sort of have it planned out and ready to go oof, liar. But, before posting it out of the blue, and spending more-than-enough time on it when you don't give a damn about it, might aswell check first. Right? I would love to have a honest opinion on it and whether you would actually be interesed in reading it. (And I also need a way to force myself & widen my vocabulary or I'm going to end up failing my English class) Fun stuff :')
This is sort of and Introduction to what its about and how things work. It is written in Adrien's POV. Hope you enjoy?
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Hello! I'm Adrien Agreste.
Where should I start? I'm not something you tend to call a human. At least, not fully. A neko? Might be.
My parents? To be honest with you, I never knew them. Where they are, what they look like or are they alive at all, it's all a mystery that won't be solved. You see, my life along with many others work differently from a normal humans. The only reason my kind exists is to have an owner, or rather, to have a master to serve. Be it male or female.
I consider myself lucky, when i turned five i was educated enough to be sold to a lucky customer. By that age, I knew the ins-and-outs of being a cat slave. This knowledge contained basic etikette, cleaning, cooking and following orders no matter the cost. What I didn't know at the time, I was lucky to get a master called Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Eleven steady years have passed since I moved into the Dupain-Cheng household located in China. I managed to settle in and am happy to say that I got comfortable, maybe more than necessary with my master.
Ever since I first arrived, both Sabine and Tom were set on teaching me and my master fluent French. We never understood why so we brushed it off.
I never appreciated being treated this way as seriously as I should have. Most masters I saw treated their cat boys/girls the same way Marinette treated me.
You see, there are two types of masters. First up, we have Marinette. She wants me to have a proper life, at least as much as its possible, and a proper education. What I didn't know was that this behavior only reached out into China, Korea and Japan.
Unlike in these areas, other parts of the world sell Neko's for five times our original price. Only the wealthiest men and women own one. They treat them like toys, good-for-nothing objects. Only there to show off the amount of money a person owns. Private space doesn't exist, feelings don't exist and pain doesn't exist. By that I'm aiming at both mental and physical.
And when Marintte's parents declared that we're moving to France permanently,
[That's when it all hit me...]
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ITS SHORT, I KNOW AND I'M SORRY!
Oof. I have no idea what to think ?. I've never written a fanfiction before so I don't know what to think. On the other hand, I tend to read tons. It honestly feels like my vocab isn't wide enough (and I keep getting scolded by my English teach for it) so I'd appreciate some advice!
Thank you for reading!
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Another quick thing, I am NOT trying to offend any countrys by writing this, its just how it ended up (? ﾟﾇﾳ? ﾟﾇﾷ? ﾟﾇﾵ) I myself don't live in Ither. Thank you for understanding!