Chapter 1

"For the love of Kami girl you need to show that your strong enough for cleaning house and handling children! If you don't want to end up on those cotton picking fields you will strip right now"! A tangerine color hair women frustrated with the young teenager currently in front of her yelled out. She took the thin straps off the young slave girls shoulders and shoved them down bearing her naked developing breast for the couple looking for a live in slave to cook, clean, and watch over their child.

Slightly curly long black hair fell in front of big emerald green eyes. Miles apon miles of smooth dark chocolate brown skin covered perky breast and a flat stomach. Childbearing hips and long strong legs were covered by a long skirt. The young girl stood there paralyzed with fear and embarrassment of being partially naked in front of strangers.

How old is she Rangiku? A young woman asks. The slave tilts her head up slightly to catch a glimpse of a white man and woman sitting on a couch. They both had matching oragnge hair and the woman was holding a sleeping child with the same said color hair. The child didn't look to be any more than three maybe four years old.

"She is 14 years old her parents were lynched and hung a couple of weeks ago by some nigger haters," The older woman who was showing off the new slave girl answeres the young woman. "She ran away and hid in a ditch for hours before some Soul Society men found her and brought her here to me to be sold off. As you can see she has a strong body if she was able to lay in a ditch for Kami-sama knows how long, but the girl is plum dumb I tell you" Rangiku laughs as she stands next to the partially naked girl smoking a cigar.

The young slave clenches her jaw but said nothing. Between having to bear her still developing body to strangers and having it repeated over again how her parents were lynched and hung by racists, She knew in her heart if she didn't want to suffer the same fate as them or end up picking cotton in the hot fields for hours she would need to keep quiet. 'It's pretty sad when your goal in life is to be a house nigger huh?' She sighs to herself. But it's either this or be dead' She had to remind herself.

'Miss Rangiku is a good master to me.' The young black girl thinks to herself, Although Rangiku was a drunkard and a jezzeabel she never ever whipped her, she was always fed more than scraps, and she was kept clean and taught about personal hygiene. But the young slave knew she couldn't stay there for long. Miss Rangiku was negro auctioneer and was only helping the young girl to make sure she would be sold off to the highest bidder. This was a slave trade for money and if the young girl knew of nothing else she at least knew that.

"Well is she a mute?" A smooth baritone voice drawls, "I don't want no stupid gal round my plantation causing my child or the other coloureds to be stupid as well!"

"I assure you Ichigo she isn't mute! Well say something gal!" Rangiku shouts.

"N-no massa I's isn't a mute I can's" talk." A scratchy but defiantly young womans voice crokes.

Ichigo's eyes widden but he still maintains his nonchalant attitude.

"Good! Do you know how to clean a house or watch over the young?" The man fires off more questions again.

"Y-yes massa I's did it here for massa Rangiku! I's would help her wit tha youngins, cleans the house as well and I's learned how ta cook from my ma and pa!" The girl internally smiles thinking back when her pa would kill a pig for the family then she and her mother would takes hours cooking it on the fire pits.

How much is she? The younger woman still holding the young sleeping child asks.

I'll give her to you for $100 dollars because you are my family Orihime, other wise I could easily sell her for $600.

'Wow that's alot of money the young slave mused to herself.' Her father only brought home a mere 10 dollars a month from the odd jobs he did in the neighboring town. She hoped that the young couple took her in to their home to work. It was staring to get crowded there at the auctioneer's home and being the eldest slave there she knew it would be soon time to go to the fields if she wasn't picked soon by masters that wanted a coloured girl working in their home.

"Well Hime, do you want her?" The young man seeming disinterested in the whole meeting asks. But the glint in his tea brown eyes showed differently.

"Y-yes K-Kurosaki-kun!" the young woman answers blushing and stuttering. To a person not paying attention the orange haired woman seems shy and timid, But as like the man she was with her crystalline blue gray eyes had shown something diffrent as well.

So what's her name? The young man asks as he finnishes handing the money over to Rangiku. She gives the young girl permission to pull up her shirt and pack up her belongings so the couple can take her when they leave.

I don't know her non slave name but the name I have given her now is…

Mila Rose.

** Hey guys so this came to me at night while I was facing alittle/alot of insomnia! ** Recently I was asked why I don't write yaoi! I actually only read GrimmxIchi fanfiction but because there are so many good fanfic's of them I don't really see it necessary to write those. What I do see it necessary to do is showcase tbat black girls/women read fanfiction to and what better way to show that then by using a black woman in my fanfics! Please see my profile for all three works Im currently working on.