Author's Note: Here it is! The first chapter to my first multi-chapter story! 'Maybe I should write a couple more one shots just in case' I told myself, 'Im not ready yet' I told myself. Well, regardless, I have had these ideas swimming around in my mind begging to be known to someone other than their creator, so even if they are not completely developed I shall grant them their wish and allow them freedom! Go forth my ideas, live, LIVE! Please review and tell me what you think, and I'll try to find out how to add chapters to a story cuz I have no idea how... *sweatdrop* Arf arf! This story has (not all that much though) curses, but since im also justa little girl I don't like outright cursing so they are 'starred' out and if you like cusing then you fill in the blanks the stars are holding. If I wrote things like "You little fudge!" or "You stupid itch!" or " You piece of it!" You all would probably be like ". . . Wait what?" Just wanted to make sure you guys knew that! ^-^

Disclaimer: Me no own Shaman King!

He stood on top of the spirit of fire, a wild glint in his eyes though oddly enough he wasn't smirking, didn't even look smug. He had the Great spirit already, he was invincible. He looked down at his brother and his friends. No one could stop him now! He was surprised though as those below him suddenly grew 10 times the size of his spirit and the area became unnaturally dark and creepy. Yoh and his now enormous friends all looked really scary, Yoh being in the middle and looking the biggest and the scariest. They all began to laugh as Monster Yoh reached down and grabbed the normal sized shaman, who had been frozen in bewilderment which was slowly but surely turning to fear. Lifting him up to his enormous creepy face Monster Yoh laughed evilly before saying just as evilly "Everything. . . will not work out, for you at least!" MonsterYoh cackled as a bunch of normal sized Yohs jumped up out of nowhere behind monster Yoh with giant Amidamaru oversouls, their eyes fixed on the poor shaman Monster Yoh was holding as they let out screams of rage and aimed right for him. Monster Yoh let him go, causing him to fall with a bunch of normal sized Yohs falling after him. One Yoh managed to get close enough to strike him, and before he did he screamed, " YOU MUST DIE!"

Then he was transported suddenly to a dark, creepy room he knew too well. His hands had been handcuffed over his head so he had to stand, though his arms and legs ached. Someone was walking towards him, a malicious grin on said someone's face as he asked "You ready to have some fun?" He couldn't answer that, it would only make the pain worse. Before his tormentor could make it at least 4 feet in front of him though he was suddenly transported yet again to a place he also knew too well. A burning house, a scream, running, the feeling of helplessness... He was more accustomed to this place, he didn't like it but at least he knew what to expect. He ran around and around the house, trying desperately to find a way-

CRACK!

Hao woke up with a gasp, his back feeling like it was on fire. It seems it's time for him to get up... CRACK! Now.

" YOU LAZY USELESS EXCUSE WASTE OF SPACE! GET UP OR EAT NOTHING TODAY!" He was very much used to these threats and knew they would be enforced if he didn't obey, but even though most of the time he never had to be told twice to get up, or do anything for that matter, his body was a little slow today, and Marco tolerated no slowness.

"HURRY DA F**K UP!" Hao's body finally realized its huge mistake when it didn't wake up with his mind and allowed him to jump to his feet, turning to face Marco but not look him in the eye.

" I-Im sorry, Marco-sama." Hao said quietly.

Damn right your sorry, now get upstairs and clean! You've already earned yourself an extra hour in the 'Playroom!' Marco said with a smirk.

Hao flinched at that. The 'Playroom' was basically where Marco satisfied his sadistic desires for about 4 hours a day, and always looked for an excuse to add more hours to their 'Playtime.' Marco would drag Hao down to the deepest, darkest parts of the dungeon, which Hao was made to live in, all the way to some big metal door. After that Marco would just strap Hao to one of the torture devices inside and listen to Hao's screams with a twisted smirk of bliss. In short Hao was like the poor little hamster and Marco was the messed up sadistic kid.

Hao was half pushed out of the dungeon up into a very elegant hallway. It led into a living room which looked fairly clean, though Hao knew there was probably some sort of horrid filth Marco had left out especially for him. Hao didn't know how right he was. As Hao walked and was occasionally pushed into the room, he glanced at the long but narrow window inside. It still looked dark out, which mean't it was very early in the morning, maybe around 5:00. Hao never understood why he had to get up so early, all it did was make Marco grouchy and want to 'Play' with him more. But Hao never asked. He knew there would be hell to pay if he did.

Marco grinned smugly as he dragged Hao to a place behind one of the grey plush couches in the living room. Hao instinctively wrinkled up his nose as he saw and smelled what he was going to have to clean. A turd sat way in the back of the couch, looking gooey and fresh. Hao knew Marco had probably done that earlier this morning, but he said nothing. He walked over and crouched down, wondering if Marco had at least brought a plastic bag he could throw it away in, and then wondering why he even dared to half hope for that.

" Eat it." Marco whispered softly in his ear, his smirk turning smugger.

Hao tensed up. He had to...eat it? Marco, he knew, wouldn't kid about making him do something degrading. But eat his poop? That's...that's just...

Marco frowned and hit Hao hard on the back of his head, nearly knocking him out. "I said eat it!" He hissed harshly. Hao needed no further prompting. He had been stupid to think that Marco wouldn't make him do something like this. He had made him do worse things. If it would entertain his master. . .so be it.

Hao dropped down to his hands and knees and started picking up and shoving the sh*t into his mouth. He could hear Marco's demented laughter behind him, but he said nothing and ate all of it. If he didn't finish it all Marco would probably make him eat more. When he finished he made to stand up but a foot on his back pushed him to the floor. "Stay." Marco said as if he were talking to an unwanted stray dog." There isn't much to clean up here, so I'll go to the bathroom and make more things for you to eat. Consider it your breakfast. Lick up the remaining parts of your... food, I want it all gone before I come back. And say thank you to your master for providing you with such a fine meal." Marco said the last sentence while twisting his foot on his back, smirking.

" Thank you, Master." Hao said quietly, and he did in fact feel a little grateful. This would probably be the most he's eaten in... he really couldn't remember.

Marco took his foot off his back and, still smirking, walked to the bathroom to prepare Hao's 'breakfast'. Hao quickly got to work licking up the left over waste on the floor.

The rest of the day went fairly normal. Hao had finshed his breakfast and cleaned and made up anything in the mansion that was dirty or out of place. Marco would then give Hao a list of outside chores to do in the 5 acre garden, the list being its average 7 and a half pages long. He would have to finish it all by 1:30, or no dinner. He never got lunch.

Hao then followed Marco down to the Playroom, and then the 'fun' begins. Lyserg went down with them today, he normally does, but for some reason he didn't stay for even half the session. He had too much on his mind. Earlier that day he had sent a letter to an old friend of his, inviting him over. He hadn't seen him in a long time, not since the Shaman fight had been cutoff and he had rejoined the X-laws. That was at least a year ago, and neither had even called each other. Would he even consider coming?

Lyserg shook that doubt from his head as he trudged up out of the dungeon. Of course Yoh would come, they were friends, he wouldn't decide not to come just because they hadn't seen each other in a while, if he couldn't make it he would have a good excuse. "I wonder how he will react to Slave being here though...he'll probably be a little worried at first, but once he sees how we've broken it, he'll forgive my lack of contact to him if he is in any way upset by it."

Lyserg smirked to himself, They really had done a good job of braking Hao and punishing him for his crimes, they didn't even refer to him as Hao anymore, just Slave and sometimes it. They were all determined to make Hao on the lowest level possible, and make sure he knew he was. Yoh and the others would go from being upset he never visited to upset he never called them sooner and let them get in on the action of punishing Hao. Correction, The Slave. Lyserg chuckled.

Author's Note: *Sigh* That took way longer to finish then it should have, but I have way to many distractions as well as priorities. I might not update this that much but trust me I'll try, so don't be surprised if I update only every couple of weeks, im really trying my best here though. I might end up taking breaks in between and just right some oneshots, so expect that too. Man, I normally like writing much more than this but I really just wanted to put this up so you guys could tell me what you think. Oh well, biscuits for readers and reviewers! Arf arf!