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**IMPORTANT**: Calvin=Seto and Rynn=Kisara

**This is my own story so this isn't really a fanfic, but I wanted to share it, so I really hope it will be liked. Please don't decide to hate it for that give it a try.Please read and review. My user name is the main characters name because this is the story I was starting when I got my fanfiction account. Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames will be ignored, so don't waste either of our time with it.

** It has some similar qualities to SetoXKisara, so that's where I put it, but the characters aren't really them so they will be OOC.**

Disclaimer: …… Seto and Kisara aren't mine…… …… but Rynn and Calvin are…if that makes sense

Summary: A slave girl is bought by a young man who brings her to his fancy home where she works for him and his parents. She is a quiet, but tough and teaches 'Seto' about how life used to be before the new government established a new way to own slaves. *OOC*R&R *

Rynn's POV (Kisara)

No one seemed to notice that the place was on fire. I crawled about the little room looking for anything: someone else, or a way out. All I could hear was my own coughing, and the smoke. Earlier there had been four people in this house, but it didn't look good for me or them.

The chain that had connected me to the wall was supposed to have an automatic release, but it only releases in cases of extreme danger. The fire was already in the room with me before the release kicked in.

If I could get out of this room there is a window just to the right, and I was on the second floor, but that shouldn't be too bad a fall since there is bushes all around the house. If I could get out I would have a chance to run as well. This could be my chance to get away from this way of life.

As I crawled I got to an area that was significantly cooler. It is March and still chilly at night, so I must be beneath a window. I put my hands on the wall and slid them up until I stubbed my fingers on the ledge. I pulled myself up and pushed the window farther open. Then scrambled through the narrow space of the window, and I was skinny enough to get through luckily.

As I flopped into large prickly bushes gasping truck's sirens that had finally come suddenly went off. I twisted out of the gnarled branches and ran for the forest. I had to get across the meadow before someone spotted me. Too late. Police and firemen always come along with the ambulance. The police saw me running, and rushed into the woods after me.

I ducked and stumbled through the trees. Three police men and each of their dogs made chase hot on my heels. I was the only one of the three slaves trying to make an escape, and when I remembered why that is it was too late. I got jolts that increased with each step then suddenly my wrist cuff yanked me back and down harshly. Stumbling back I tried to get up a tree.

Once again too late. The officers grabbed my ankles and dragged me back down. I gave a quick struggle, but ended with me fainting from a harsh shock of a zap gun to the back of my neck.

I woke up in an underground slave bunker with other young girls waiting for when they'll be brought out to be sold. Most were awake and no one was talking, but those that seemed to know each other snuggled close together. A quick glance about showed me I didn't recognize a single face there.

All slaves are orphans. Anyone orphaned is owned by the State, and so when the new government took control they saw it as an opportunity. There is no way out if you were orphaned when you were young you become a slave for life. They can do whatever they want with you according to them since they own you. Which most of the time involves sending you off to work for the highest bidder. I have been in the system since I was four.

Everyone kept shooting nervous glances at the door whenever there was even the slightest noise. Sudden clanking and loud voices approached the door. *Clank* Two men came in to give us the rundown. Which means that there must be many newbies in this group.

I looked about and spotted them immediately. A group of six girls huddled together. All newbies find each other and stick together as long as they can. At least two of them were clearly sisters. They all moved their newly branded arms gingerly.

When the men left with the promise that they were getting sold tomorrow everyone collected into apprehensive groups whispering. It was then I realized that they were all newbies in comparison to me. Why had they put me in such a category? Then the lights went out for the night, and many of the younger ones were crying. Others were sniffling and mumbling to their neighbor. This went on all night I'd be surprised if anyone got any sleep.

Early, and I mean early, the time came to be lead out on chains. All standing in line for hours watching as others were sold off and divided. When the sisters were separated they yelled until they had all been dragged out in different directions.

Then they came to me, and they weren't taking any chances on me I noticed. They were learning not to take their eyes off me now.

"This is 18-6624-17-RZ-6, who would like to start with 1,000?" My identification number starts with my age, my id number, the number of homes I've been to , my initials, and then the number at the end represents how many 'owners' I've killed. I was surprised to find that the number had gone up since last time, but it figures that they would blame the fire on me because of my record. "And we have 4,800, will anyone go for 5,000?" I looked about determinedly into the faces of those that dared to motion.

"5,500," someone new yelled from the back after the bids had been stuck at 5,400 with a harsh well known slave breaker. I looked about in shock, and so did many others including the breaker. Our eyes fell on a man in his early twenties with clear signs of wealth. Which the breaker noticed real fast.

"5,600 sir? No? 5,000 going to the lad in the back. Once, Twice, Sold!" I was moved off the stand and off to the side to wait for my new 'owner'. He came right away leafing through the booklet. Clearly he didn't have any idea want he'd just bought. He must have just walked in and not an experienced buyer. He walked next up to me, and the guard handed him the chain.

"I'm sorry I came in halfway through that. I haven't an idea who you are…?" he ended with a drawn out questioning pause that got awkward as he waited for me to answer, but I wasn't planning on giving an answer. I just turned my wrist in a double jointed way that disgusts many people, so he could see my identification brand on the inside of my right wrist.

He frowned unhappily at my wrist for a second then flicked through and found me in the booklet. I half expected to be sent straight back. Instead he asked, "What might RZ stand for?" I stared at him blankly. Did he really want me to answer? "Okay, well, I hope you can do odd jobs, or I am in trouble with how much I just threw out for you"

I didn't know what to say to that and I am sure it showed all over my face. He smiled slightly then signed some papers and gave some to the guard and pocketing the rest. Then was directly in front of me again. I took an uncomfortable step to the side. He gave me one of those quizzical looks that make you want to give one right back.

"Ready to go?"

Why was he asking?

"I know you can hear me… so … come along…" He walked slowly glancing back at me as I shuffled in the chains. Once outside he headed sideways towards a line of limousines. I have never even been so close to one before.

Clearly this was the richest 'owner' I'd ever had. He was probably from one of the Old Families. That thought made me go dizzy. I stumbled forward the moment he opened the car door. *BAM*Thud*