Hey guys! I just sort of started randomly writing this, slowly getting ideas of where I want to go with it. I have NOT given up my other story, Mirror Image, I'm just sort of taking a break from it and trying something new. I hope you like it!

It seems like any old day at Lakewood Manor, the lavish mansion I live in with my master, Len Kagamine. The other slaves are working in the fields beyond the picture window I stand behind, probably wrapping up for the night to eat a meager dinner with their families in the small wooden shacks they call home. But, of course, we barely see them. The overseers handle them, rationing their servings and monitoring their work to report to Master. They only speak to him if it is absolutely necessary. It's hard for me to imagine, but I suppose they are scared of him.

I am not scared of him though. It was several years ago when I was standing up on the small wooden stool with cold shackles on my wrists, being auctioned off like livestock. I was mortified of who I would belong to next, until I saw a kind face in the crowd. He fought hard to hold the highest bid, and ended up taking me home. His eyes so kindly looked at me, as he comforted me. "I know that you are scared, but please don't be. I will treat you well. You will get great living quarters and generous portions of food. And you won't have to work in the fields." His long gentle fingers had traced my cheek and lifted my chin to look at him. I had known not a kindness like this before, and was afraid of being alluded. "Then how will I serve you, Master?" Master had smiled a kind smile, and replied modestly, "Well, I am not much at housekeeping and such. I need some help keeping things orderly around here." I had nodded, and curtsied obediently
"Then I will try my best, Master."

Working for Len-sama isn't too hard, and is in fact a good life. I know how the others look at me, like I'm Master's little pet. And I sometimes feel bad about living this life I do- a lavish one compared to theirs. But I just push those thoughts out of my mind, concentrating instead on being thankful, and loyal to Master. I admit that I sometimes view him as something more. I do have those feelings stirring in my heart, wanting more of him. Wanting to please him in a different way. But that would be wrong. Scandalous. I just couldn't. Could I?

And on lazy days like today, these feelings just come rushing back. I finish mopping the floors and put up the cleaning supplies. It is 6:00, and I know Master will be wanting dinner soon. "Master?" I call up the stairs, knowing he is probably holed up in that room of his. No response. I sigh but really don't mind going up the stairs to see what Master is doing. I see that the door to his room is open, and peek in. "Mas-" I start, but then see him walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, and blush. My heart is racing, but I force myself to look away. It would be awkward to stare. "I'm s-sorry for intruding, Master Len."

He smiles, and moves closer. "It's okay." I stand there stiff, not knowing what exactly to do. I turn to leave but sense his hand on my wrist. Not restraining it, just a gentle gesture telling me not to leave. I feel a soft, moist feeling brushing across my cheek- his lips. My cheeks heat up even more, and I can't move. I try to stutter out, "M-master... Why are you...this is...". He stops me with two fingers gently pressed against my lips. "Calm down, my sweet girl." He gently pulls me closer. "Do you know how precious you look when you blush?" I am taken by surprise by this whole thing, almost in denial of it even happening. I have never known of him having feelings for me, other than appreciating my help around the house. But now he is so close to me that I can feel his breath on my delicate skin.

I say in a hushed tone. "Master, we shouldn't be doing this." Master smiles, and looks at me. "Let me confirm something. You love me, correct? As more than a master." I am taken aback by his words, afraid of what is to come,and confused by the sudden question. Master told me to tell the truth to him always, so I wipe my sweaty palms on my skirt, and whisper back. "Yes, Master. Much more."

Slowly, Master wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. He rests his forehead on mine, his enticing eyes closed. "I've been hoping to hear that for so long. I feel the same way, you know." I am so caught up in being close to him, and knowing his true feelings for once. Absorbed in the moment, I find myself taking his face in my small, fragile hands, and pressing my lips to his. I don't remember deciding to do this, it just sort of happened on instinct. I feel him hesitate only a second before pressing back with his lips. I can tell he is smiling into the kiss. We both try to hold it as long as we can, enjoying each other's warmth and natural scent. I place my hand on his chest, and feel his steady heartbeat going strong. Finally, we slowly break off the kiss, and he stands there staring into my eyes for the longest time. I look away shyly for only a second, then glance back at him.

"That was...spectacular." I manage to say. He nods, and brushes a lock of my hair behind my ears. "It was magical." He replies, and smiles. I get an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I love Master Len a lot, but that isn't fair to him. He could have any girl in the county. His kind personality, not to mention his looks and money, make him the full package. I am merely his possession, with nothing to call my own. And if anyone found out that he was with me, they would certainly have some choice words to say about it.

"But it is still wrong, Master. A slave isn't supposed to love her master. If this got out, there would definitely be an uproar." I could tell that Master was thinking, and it was a moment before he found the words to reply. "No one can choose who they fall in love with. Everyone has that person they are destined to belong with. In that case, no love is wrong." A smile creeps across Master's face as he continues "But if others think it is wrong, doesn't it just make things more thrilling?"

I smile back at Master, and reply the best I can. "I suppose that's true, Master."

So, whadya think? Is this a good start, and should I continue it? Thanks for reading, and be sure to review!