In the vampire society humans are sold as merchandise. This proved to be a convenience because when vampires have a constant resource the chances of the human realm becoming aware of their existence became non-existent. But what attracted Itachi to the underground slave dealer was the fact that in the Vampire realm, humans had no rights. Humans were items, property, slaves, servants, and disposable if that's what you wanted. After a hundred years of venturing into the human world for a meal, Itachi had grown tired of the excursions. He needed something new to hold his interest, and what better to amuse himself than something far inferior to him.
The store owner showed him the slaves, but even if it didn't show on his stoic expression, Itachi was disappointed. Not one of them had that light in their eyes that was coveted in those of the living.Pathetic. All had been broken under the owner's forced obedience.
He mearly glanced at their eyes as he passed, frowning as he passed each and every that harbored hollow eyes. Dead. They would give no amusement to him at all.
"Do you have anything else? Maybe one that is less obedient?" he inquired.
The owner looked hesitant, but lead him down a separate hallway, venturing much deeper into the compound that he would have originally liked.
On reaching a heavy metal door the owner turned to him.
"Are you sure? We haven't successfully disciplined him yet." he owner said shakily.
"Quite." this was getting on Itachi's nerves.
So the man unbolted the door, and led the vampire inside. The room was dark, the only light being let into the room from a small barred window. Against one wall was a figure restrained with chains. With further scrutiny, the figure appeared to belong to a teenage boy. The boy was attractive with ebony hair, and porcelain skin. But what enticed him the most about the boy was his eyes--Dark pools of black were glaring at him beneath midnight lashes. This one wasn't broken.
"I like this one." Itachi stated with an air of finality.
The owner looked at him--shocked, "W-what? Seriously?"
"How much?"
"Seven hundred..."
"Deal."
Itachi turned to the chained youth again. The boy's glare still hadn't subsided.
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Sasuke felt so stupid! How could he have just let them accost with him like that? He had dignity. Didn't he? Well, whatever dignity he had left, it was gone now. The blatant obscurity of his situation was enough to make him want to drop his pride and start laughing hysterically. 'Hah!' he thought, 'just wait until Naruto finds out that I got kidnaped by weirdos, abused in an attempt to make him obey them, and then sold to a Vampire!' It was hilarious. In his mind he was already on the floor, trying to keep his mirth under control. Sasuke didn't follow his mind's example, but only because under the strangeness of it all, he was in considerable danger.
His new Master was pushing him into what appeared to be a store. Alright, so he was scared mean, who wouldn't be? Sasuke's new Master was a Vampire. A fucking Vampire for Christ sake! He was now the slave of one of the foulest creatures on earth. Or was he even still on earth? Augh! Screw the thinking, he just know that he was in one of the worst situations he had ever been in!
"--something black..."
In his recent observations of his station in life, Sasuke had missed everything his benefactor had said.
"Repeat that."
Itachi frowned at being given an order from his new slave, but brushed it off as a lack of discipline.
"I said--I can't have you wearing those rags in my home, so pick out something black."
Sasuke might have let it go and followed the order, but something had peaked his interest.
"Why black?"
Itachi debated on just ignoring the boy, but hadn't he just bought the boy for his own amusement?
"Everyone that stays in my home wears black. So hurry an pick something or I will do it for you." he threatened.
So without any further delay, Sasuke picked out some clothes, and they were on their way. To where? He didn't know.
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Itachi was still admiring his new pet's clothing, but now he wanted information. Leading the boy into the café, he dragged them to a table seeing out the window. Sitting down, instead of allowing Sasuke to sit down across from him, Itachi pulled him onto his lap. This action elicited a deep blush to tint the boy's cheeks. Itachi silently applauded himself. This was amusing. But if this was going to stay amusing, he was going to have to mildly discipline the boy.
"I am going to make this absolutely clear. From now on you have no rights, in this society you are considered an object, an item, a pet, a thing to be toyed with, a servant. Do you understand?"
He watched the boy fidget, and then hesitantly nod his head. Then, relaxing a bit, he continued his onslaught.
"What's your name?" Itachi asked non-chalantly .
The slave hesitated again, but softly admitted "Sasuke."
"Mmm. Age?"
"I'm fifteen." Sasuke admitted.
"Birth date?"
"September 8th..."
"Relatives?"
"None."
"Do you have any health defects?"
"No."
"Significant other?"
"No."
"Medications?"
"None."
Sasuke was saved for the moment when the waitress came-
"Hello. What can I get for you today, Itachi-san?"
"Mmm...a British cup of AB will do for now, Tenten."
"Alright, I'll be back shortly with your drink." She chirped.
Itachi spent the remainder of the time studying Sasuke. The boy was beautiful. He seemed to glow in the evening light cascading in through the wide window of the café. Sasuke's eyes still appeared as endless as they had only a few hours ago when Itachi had first laid eyes on him. His skin sill had its milky complection, yet now in the sun, Sasuke's ebony hair held an almost blue tint to it. Now that Itachi was examining him, Sasuke's figure almost seemed feminine. The boy was slender, but still obviously muscular.
"Here you go Itachi-san.: said Tenten, setting down a teapot and a black and red decorated tea cup.
Curious, Sasuke questioned "What kind of tea is that?"
Chuckling, Itachi answered "Vampires don't drink tea, Sasuke."
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Sasuke paled as Itachi leaned forward and poured a dark red liquid onto his tea cup. Blood. Vampires drink blood.
'Oh, That's...nauseating!' Sasuke reflected as Itachi brought the cup to his lips, taking a sip.
A shiver wracked his frame as Itachi set down his cup on the saucer, his red eyes staring at him as if he were looking through him.
But now that he was looking, Itachi did have red eyes. Deep crimson pools with malicious intent. A little creepy, but strangely sensual. Itachi harbored a hard, stony look. His silky black hair was pulled back in a low ponytail reaching his mid back. His build was a little stocky at the shoulder, but the rest of him was long and sinuous. Itachi was radiating a strong aura of power.
"Now Sasuke..." Itachi said, letting his words trail off.
"What is your blood type?" he inquired, adjusting Sasuke's weight higher on his lap.
As sudden realization of what Itachi had asked him, he paled and his eyes widened in shock.
Inside Sasuke's mind, thoughts had gone on fast forward. Panicked 'Vampires don't ask people what their blood type is, it-it just doesn't happen!' 'but it did...' said another voice in his head. 'I give up!' said the first voice, screaming in frustration.
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This was amusing, very amusing indeed, Sasuke hadn't spoken in over a minute after Itachi had asked him the question, so now it was time to interrupt his thoughts.
"Sasuke, are you going to answer my question?" Itachi asked in an overly patient tone. "Or I suppose I could find out myself..." he whispered into Sasuke's ear, pulling him closer. Sasuke stiffened considerably. 'Oh, toying with him is already my favorite activity.'
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After a while, Itachi seemed to dismiss my silence and resumed drinking his "tea". It was uncomfortable, but it was better than Itachi interrogating me.
It had been five minutes and Itachi was now staring right at me. Well, that is until a tall silver haired man interrupted him.
"Your car is ready, Itachi-sama." he said.
"Ah. Arigatou Kakashi, we'll be along shortly." Itachi spoke, disinterested.
Pushing me off his lap and into a standing position, Itachi laid down some money and stood himself.
"Come Sasuke," he spoke, and took a step towards the door.
On exiting the small café, Itachi stopped to wait for him just shy of a black sedan. The man named Kakashi got put of the drivers seat and opened the back door.
By now I was standing quite close to the car.
"Get in." Itachi ordered.
When I followed suit, he closed the door, walked around to the other side, and sat in the seat next to me.
"To the estate, Itachi-sama?" asked Kakashi.
"Yes." was Itachi's curt reply.
And then the ride to what I can only picture as some sort of large home commenced in silence. To say I was uncomfortable was an understatement. At least Itachi wasn't staring at me anymore, but out the window at the passing scenery. So deciding that was the best course of action, he looked out the window as well.
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