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Summary: When Atlantis' only prince, Garth, turns of age, a special gift is in order: his first human slave. Not just any human though, but famous archer, Roy Harper. Very AU. Slash. Rated for language, sex-type things, mentions of drugs and slavery.

Note: Very AU. Garth lives under-water is Atlantis, Starfire on Tamoran and Raven in Azarath and so forth. Tamoran, Azarath and Atlantis know about each other, I'm not sure if this would ever happen in the comic/cartoon but whatever. There are no Titans and no super villains. Not all the Titans will be in this fic, but there may be cameos.

Reviews:

Carnifax - Tch, not a chance love, yours is bound to be so, so, much better than mine. Your guess was right, its totally gonna be BB for Raven and Robin is gonna be Star's - Note, Aqua is the only one with the same-sex slave. --Blushes-- You don't have to! My laundry huh? That's good, it'll give me so much more spare time XD Haha, god, you had me laughing so hard with that! Well… I could have not given him clothing but then the story would have moved too fast. Naked-Roy comes later, hopefully. But you're right; while some things might overlap, the stories will most likely be very different. However, if you wish for me to take it down or re-write a chapter because its to similar or you really want to use the idea, I shall do it immediately. --Munches on cookies and drinks milk-- Yum, maybe I should find a way to make every chapter start with that -shot- No! Don't take her! --pulls you back-- XD Yup, we're nuts. Thanks so much for the review!

FoxyPerv - I like your name :D Yes, you should. Its a lot better than mine lol. Thanks!

Kill The Flamers - Thank you! I'm glad you think so.

Raven-loves-Sanji - Thanks, I really hope so.

Dancing through the storm - Yup! You guessed right! Thanks.

Beaner93 - Heh, thanks! I'm so glad you enjoyed the first chapter.

Desinere - I'm so glad you think so, thanks!

The-New-Nightingale - (Blushes) Thank you very much ! I hope this chapter has given you a clue as to who the slaves for the girls are ;)

Tokyo Blue - Ta-da :P

Chapter two: Well, that was pointless.

A young man walked through the castle halls, murmuring to himself softly and looking through the latest work of his student. He sighed and shook his head as he turned a corner, barely noticing where he was going, and carried on.

'Why must this boy always over think the little things…' He paused to tut. 'And yet he rushes through the main points so…' As he walked past another corner, he briefly looked up to see said student striding up and down the hall to his bedroom. The man shrugged and then continued before stopping abruptly. Taking a step back, he stared at the boy.

"Garth?"

The prince looked up, looking worried and anxious. "Hm?"

His teacher moved forwards in to the corridor while speaking slowly. "Why… What are you doing?"

Garth motioned to the door next to his own, biting his lip. "I cant go in there." He said simply, making the older man blink.

"…The door is locked?"

Garth groaned. "No, Orin! He is in there." These words were hissed.

Orin looked at Garth, then to the door, then back to his stressed student. "A- and he is…?"

"The human!"

The teacher winced. "Ah, I see." There was a pause before, despite his better knowledge, Orin spoke again. "And… he has locked the door?"

The dark haired boy let out a frustrated moan, leaning against the wall and sliding down to sit on the floor; taking a very un-prince-like position on the floor. Orin stepped closer, unconsciously keeping his distance, and knelt down in front of Garth. Neither spoke for a second, then, his voice muffled by the hands that covered his face, Garth spoke.

"It is not that I cannot physically get in through the door. It is… I… Don't know how to approach him…"

'Ah, now we're getting somewhere!'

"I see. Can you not treat him like any other slave?" Garth's head shot up.

"No! He is a 'personal slave'. A 'pet'. I have never had one before… Besides, he is a human! I have wanted to meet a human for so long, and now he is thrust upon me!" (1)

Orin tilted his head. "So get to know him. You wish to know their ways and know them, what better way than to talk to him?"

Garth gave his teacher a dark look. "Orin, how many friends do I have? In the castle?" The older Atlantian opened his mouth before quickly shutting it and so Garth continued. "Exactly. I am hardly the most social of people."

"You made friends with Koriander' and Raven." Orin pointed out quickly.

Garth smiled sadly. "Both of which were introduced to me at a formal gathering when we were much younger. I myself have never spoken to someone my age, that I did not already know. Plus, he is my gender! I can count on my wings how many male friends I have."

Orin's brow furrowed. "You… You do not have wings, Garth."

"Exactly."

Chuckling, Orin stood; gripping Garth's arm and pulling him with him. He turned his student around and placed him in front of his pet's door. "You shall go in there, with your head held high. I have taught you how to introduce yourself formally, have I not?"

Garth's dark eyes went wide as he looked up at his mentor. "Y-you will not come with me?"

Orin petted his head. "No Garth. You must learn this and what better way than to do it practically? You cannot hide behind your mothers skirts for the rest of your life."

The boy flushed, the memory of his first meeting with Orin flashing through his head. "I was only three then!"

"And now you are eighteen… a boy of legal age! Surely you can do a small thing such as introducing yourself to your own slave!" Orin grinned down at him, supportively.

Garth swallowed hard. "I … Yes?"

"Excellent!" Orin stepped away from the boy and Garth stumbled slightly. "Now, I shall leave you to that. I still have two of your essays to run through."

Garth nodded numbly. Was Orin really going to leave him to do this? Garth looked back to where his teacher had been standing. Apparently so, according to the now-blank space.

Wishing he was allowed to curse so he could do so at his mentor, Garth straightened his shoulders and stepped forwards to knock on the door.

There was no answer. Swallowing, Garth knocked a second, louder, time. Silence again. The boy peered curiously at the door.

"Err… Hello?"

Nothing.

Now frowning, Garth reached out to open the door; knocking a third time as he did so. He spotted some movement over by one of the bay windows and opened his mouth to call out a greeting. Only to stop short when he realised what the human was doing.

The four poster bed had been stripped of its sheets and the curtain surrounding it; the materials tied together end-to-end with what appeared to be the drawstrings for the window curtains. One end of it was tied to the bed banister, the other sitting just a few steps away, by the window. The makeshift rope was exceedingly long, not surprising for how many sheets were on the bed and looked quite well made. Especially considering the teenager mustn't of had long to make it.

The boy himself was exactly as Garth had last seen him. He seemed to have skipped the bath and refused the offered clothes completely - not an easy feat, Garth knew that the servants were rather stubborn when it came to obeying their instructions - as his clothes were still grimy and ripped, his face streaked with dirt and his hair mused. For a second, he looked startled. Then the red-head took in who it was, snorted, and went back to lifting the bundle of 'rope' and carrying it over to the open window.

'Seems Father was wrong…' Garth thought as he watched the boys arm muscles flex slightly under the trouble of throwing the bundle off the edge of the small balcony. Garth didn't even realise what the boy was doing until he had thrown one leg over the edge of the balcony's ledge. He let out a cry, rushing forwards slightly.

"What in gods name are you thinking?!" He yelled. His slave didn't look impressed, he just raised an eyebrow and pulled his other leg over to join the first, twisting his body to climb over completely. "You'll be killed!"

Green eyes rolled. "I'm not gonna jump." He shook the 'rope'. "I'm climbing down, stupid."

Normally, Garth would have taken an offence at the name-calling and would have sent for the boy to be removed from the castle. However, the deep sound of Roy's voice had him memorised for the moment. Shaking himself out of it, he narrowed his eyes at the boy.

"I knew that." He snapped. "I meant that the guards will kill you once they find you!"

Roy snorted again. He seemed to do that a lot. "I'll be long gone by then." He said breezily, readjusting his footing. Garth eyed him curiously.

"Oh really?" He said, smugly. "You know, this dome only surrounds this one city. Once you leave the safety of it, you'll die anyway."

The red-heard sighed. "You underestimate me."

Now rather amused, Garth raised his eyebrows. "Oh? So humans can breath underwater now?"

Roy looked at him oddly. "Are you off your meds?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "'Underwater', ha!"

Garth blinked at him. He didn't know?! Raising his hand, Garth pulled the water from a jug that sat on the side. Roy's eyes went wide, fast, as Garth twisted the water around his hand.

"Holy shit!"

The Atlantian frowned, not condoning such language. "Watch your mouth please."

Roy's mouth, which had fallen open, snapped shut. He lent nearer, now over the edge, to get a better look as the water flew back to the jug.

"H-how did you…"

Garth stepped forwards some more, now in the window's frame-way. "They didn't tell you." It wasn't a question.

The red head raised an eyebrow. Garth noted that he did this a lot too. "'They'? You mean the guys that kidnapped me?"

Garth shuffled, uncomfortable with the word 'kidnapped'. "By 'they' I just meant anyone…" He sighed. "So you have no idea where you are?" Roy shook his head wordlessly. "And yet you were willing to try and run away? Despite not knowing even vaguely where you are?"

The boy nodded, climbing back over the balcony's banister to sit atop it. "I'm not the type to be forced into something." He said coolly.

Garth shook his head. "That's insane."

Roy grinned cheekily. "I lost my sanity a long time ago." Garth blinked before letting loose a chuckle. Smiling more broadly, Roy looked over his shoulder, at the city below, and then back to his 'master'. "So… where are we?"

Garth hesitated - 'Please stay calm…' - before taking a deep breath. "Surely you've heard of the 'lost city of Atlantis'."

The boy blinked. "What? The myth? Yeah…" Green eyes narrowed suddenly. "Oh pur-lease. What do you take me for? A fool?"

"How else could you explain my powers? Or that." He nodded behind Roy where, far off in the distance, the edge of the dome could be seen. Roy twisted round on the balcony, squinting. Garth could easily see a dark shape moving past it, small and faint at that distance, he knew that it would be huge when you got near it.

Roy's eyes went side as he spotted it and he let out a gasp. He jumped at the sight and promptly fell off the banister to hit the stone balcony. Hard. He seemed unfazed by the fall even as Garth winced; he pulled himself onto his knees and stared at the slow shape.

"Holy Robin Hood." (2) He whispered looking scared, confused and intrigued. "W- what is that?!"

Garth took this time to move quietly, to stand next to Roy and lean against the banister. The human jumped slightly as Garth spoke but didn't move away.

"A whale." Garth's lips twitched upwards. "A Humpback, unless I'm very much mistaken."

Roy blinked slowly, his wide eyes focused on the shape. "A whale." He breathed. He gave a small, faint chuckle before looking up at Garth with a sheepish expression. "So… You weren't kidding with the underwater thing, huh?"

Garth shook his head. "I'm afraid not."

Roy sighed, letting himself slip down to sit with his knees drawn up to his chest. He scowled at his 'rope' and gestured to it moodily. "Well, that was pointless."

"If it helps…" Garth said, kneeling down. "It is very well made…"

The red-head chuckled. "Thanks." There was a pleasant pause. "So, I'm stuck here? As your slave?"

Garth hesitated, shifting and sitting down on neatly folded legs. "I do not like the term 'slave'…"

"Right, 'cos 'pet' is so much better." Garth blinked and stared; Roy snorted. "It's called sarcasm, look it up sometime."

The prince sighed. "A slave- a servant is for the whole castle; has specific jobs; has shared quarters… A personal servant or a 'pet' is appointed to just one person… He does everything his master wishes. A pet has more freedom than a slave. A pet reflects his master…"

Roy stared at him, eyeing the boy. "…You were taught that." He accused. "Word for word."

Garth looked away. "You are right. I am supposed to talk and act accordingly… as though I were reading out of a book. My own thoughts and feelings are to stay inside of me at all times." He sighed and murmured quietly, half forgetting that Roy was there. "A prisoner of my own soul."

Roy shifted and Garth looked up at the sound; finding himself almost face to face with the human, who watched Garth with an odd expression that the prince couldn't place. Garth flushed slightly and there was a short pause.

"Maybe…" Roy murmured, leaning back out of Garth's personal space. "Maybe we're not so different after all."

Garth, too polite to pry, nodded and cleared his throat. "Yes… Well…" He glanced at Roy and bit his lip. "You know… I am prince here and… and there is a way for you to get back to your home." Roy stared at him. "I can have some of the guards take you to the surface, using the same technology that brought you here."

"…" Green eyes were wide with confusion. "I don't understand." Roy said, shaking his head. "Why would you help me get back?"

The prince sighed. "I will not keep you here against your will." Roy still looked confused but the emotion was more hidden. "It may take some time to arrange though…"

The other boy paused, deep in thought. "I have… few people I would miss." He said softly, more to himself than Garth. "Ollie, the twins, Karen, Vic… Dick, Gar…Though I haven't seen those two in a while…" A look full of mixed emotions passed his face. "Jade…" Roy sighed and lent back slightly. "My life is a mess." He mused, chuckling softly to himself. "I could probably use some time away… some time to myself. Maybe I'll stick around for a while." A shadow passed his face and he kept the dark look as he spoke. "I doubt that I'm the best candidate for your 'pet' though… Even if it is temporary."

Garth cocked his head, something more than one person would have scolded him for. "Your records were pristine!" He said, jumping to Roy's defence.

"Of those you had." The boy muttered. He groaned, it had been a long day. "God I need a smoke."

Garth frowned. "A smoke?" He repeated.

"Yeah." Roy stretched lazily. "You know, a smoke; a fag; a light; a cig…" When Garth still looked confused he sighed. "A cigarette?"

The name clicked and Garth 'oh'ed. "You mean those think white sticks that you humans burn in your mouths?" Roy nodded, gleeful. "We don't have those." The boy's face promptly fell.

"…What?"

Garth pulled a face. "They cause some illness… Cancer? I read about it. Plus, we live underwater. How do you plan to light it?"

Roy was paling and his breathing turned shallow. "What?!"

The prince peered at him. "Are - are you hyperventilating?"

There was a pause before a yell came from the room. "WHAT?!"

(1) - Oh we wish.

(2) - I couldn't help it. Really. XD

This took f-o-r-e-v-e-r to write. Sorry! But I like it… kinda. I like the Orin-Garth talking and the humour. Though, this really should be more angst-y :/ Buuuuut, I'm in the middle of writing an angst-filled fic so its stealing it all. XD

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