Okay so I really should be working on my other story but the characters for this one were bugging me so... ya... REVIEW
The day was slow for the humble looking forest shop. They only had one customer so far and he'd bought their main advertisement. The shop was situated on the side of a cliff.
It was originally a yellow brick shack, but with all the moss and vines that had taken over, it was now perfectly concealed. Only those who were looking for the shop could find it, the shopkeeper had made sure of that.
The shopkeeper, or rather shopkeepers, were classified as a dark guild but liked to think of themselves as humble business men. I mean all they did was sell product, where was the harm in that?
The one in charge of the little establishment was aimlessly counting jewel from the last big job and was pleasantly surprised when he heard the front door open. Calmly and coolly walking out to greet the customer, he plastered a smile on his face.
"Hello! And how may I help you today?" the current shopkeeper started.
The other man looked him up and down with suspicion until finally asking, "Are you Dracen?"
"Why, yes. My name is Dracen and welcome to the human shop! How may I help you?" the dark haired wizard inquired.
The customer was a typical one. He was fat, blonde, rich and stupid. Dracen was sure he could milk him into paying at least twice the amount of their cheapest girl. He could see the man slightly blushing as he continued.
"I'd like to buy a slave."
Dracen tried to stifle the smirk that spread across his face. "Of course sir. Let me just go through the rules. We have a lot of women slaves so if you want men, they have to be pre-ordered. You may do anything you want to test out our slaves with the exception of permanent damage, which means, touching, sex, hitting and cutting is alright, but just don't try to scrape off the skin like their food. If you buy them you can do that but please refrain from doing so in here. It made a hell of a mess last time, and the merchandise didn't survive."
The old man simply nodded that he understood, and together they made their way down the trapdoor in the corner and arrived at the merchandise. Dracen bent down and casually flipped the light switch, which illuminated the once grey room, giving it a professional air. The room was built with white tiles and painted white walls, looking slightly like a bathroom. Well, it would have looked like a bathroom if not for the iron bars making cells that crowded the edge of the room. Each girl had their own cell. Each cell held a toilet and a blanket; there was also a water contraption just outside the cage that made it look like a hamster's cage. Every girl had a potato sack for clothing and a collar with a bit guard so that they couldn't speak. All the girls had been wiped clean of any valuables they had been caught with, which had been sold at a local pawn shop. The girls where sorted by skin and hair colour. Starting with the fairest of the bunch they separated them by hair colour. Then moving toward darker skin they repeated the process and so on.
"So, do you see anything that strikes your fancy?" Dracen asked, hands clamped in front of him.
The man didn't answer and instead, slowly started roaming around. He sometimes took girls out of the cells to touch the softness of their skin or grope them. He had a smugly uninterested look as he did so. Almost to the end now, Dracen watched the man's eyes widen with shock and then excitement. The man rushed over to the very end cell and plastered his face against the bars with such tenacity you would have thought he was a child.
"How much for Sherry?" he asked.
Dracen looked over, "Sherry?"
The man gave him an amused look. "You don't know who this is?"
Dracen shook his head and waited for an explanation.
"Sherry Blendy. Member of wizarding guild lamia scale. Smoking body and uses doll play magic." the man said practically drooling, "I loved her in sorcerers weekly!"
Dracen looked her up and down.
"So, how much?" the man inquired again.
Dracen was just about to answer when the customer interrupted him. "Never mind. I'll give you two million jewel flat. Just give her to me right now."
Dracen felt his mouth dry and eyes widen. Two million jewel?! With that money he could buy a mansion or two. This man was really willing to pay two million just for a wizard?
"I'll ring it up!" Dracen practically squealed and relished the process that followed because he would get enough money to pay for new slaves and maybe he could sell some equipment to go with the slaves, like he always wanted.
As soon as the customer was contently leading Sherry out by a leash that came complimentary with any slave, Dracen closed up shop. He decided to take a little time for lunch and to explore his new marketing plan. It seems people are willing to pay big bucks for wizards so, as he ate his sandwich, Dracen stopped by a magazine stand and asked for a copy of sorcerers weekly.
He ate slowly at a picnic table, flipping through casually. For a moment he contemplated kidnapping the overly attractive male wizards, just to have some variety in his shop. Those thoughts vanished though as he basked in the beauty of a blond bombshell and proud redhead.
He wanted them. The two fairytail wizards complimented each other so well that he thought he could sell them as a pair, and hopefully make a killing of them. One was fierce and headstrong while the other was cutesy and girly. They both aerated an aura of brilliance and he knew there were dozens of sadistic perverts who would love to break them (him being one himself).
His eyes trailed down to the information column and he cringed. Erza Scarlet was the redhead and he was right in his assessment. However, he hadn't imagined the girl could be an S-class wizard that was said to rival the ten wizard saints! It would be a challenge to get her. Biting his nail, he glanced at the blonds' column and smirked. She was a normal wizard and a celestial one at that! Take away her keys and Miss Lucy Heartfilia would lose any threat she possessed. It would be easy.
Dracen grinned as he finished off the last of his lunch and pulled out a notebook and pen. He had some planning to do if he wanted to steal Lucy's keys and kidnap her without a fuss...
