Ritsuka from loveless (the black-haired, 12 year old neko) is so cute! Sorry, I just have to let that out :3

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This is longer than the other chapters. Oh! Shout-out to "That stalker chick O.o" for pointing out my mistakes on the different chapters I've written :) and italized words are flash backs.

EDIT: I once again thank "That stalker chick O.o" for telling me the mistakes I made. I still can't believe i wrote "T-Sh** instead of T-shirt XD I actually laughed out loud (making my sisters look at me as if I have some kind of mental diseases -.-).

BTW, I fail at writing in third-person's POV D:

Chapter Four

It was eight pm when Matt, a red-headed teenager, decided to lock himself in his room. He was already dressed, ready to get this night over with. But a sudden flash back stirred his memory, reminding him the actual reason why he hates Auctions.

"Go Mail! Don't look back! Escape, forget about this place!"

His mother, who was pissed beyond reason, was knocking loudly in his room with an enraged aura around her.

"Matt! Leave that room this instant!" she yelled, still hammering the door with utter power.

Matt internally groaned. Why does he have to participate in this event again? Oh yeah. All the royals have to. "Mom, I-!" He what? Quickly thinking of an alibi, he continued, "I'm sick!" he coughed, which isn't at all fake since he almost chocked on his cigarette. Matt wished, no, he prayed (which he doesn't do often, I tell you) that his mother would just let it go, to move on and let him live a slaveless life.

But unfortunately, his mother was persistent. She called one of the maids and asked (no, demanded) to get the spare key to Matt's room. She still couldn't understand Matt's dislike for slaves. They are given a good home, decent food and an area to sleep in. All they had to do was follow their masters. Is that so hard to do?

The maid came back moments later panting heavily, handing the key to Matt's mother. She forcefully took it and entered it in the keyhole, opening the door none too gently. She saw him in the couch in the middle of the room, playing a video game, a cigarette between his lips.

Madeline, not knowing her son smoked, flushed and approached Matt, jerking the cigarette stick away from her son's lips and angrily stomped it in the ground.

"You! YOU!" she breathed in, an attempt to calm herself. "You don't attend regular classes, you are too lazy to do chores, too hard-headed to obey, too irresponsible take care of your duties, plays video games all day, is socially-retarded and now this?" she screeched, emphasizing her words. "You smoke?"

Matt, attempting to stop himself from laughing out loud, tried to keep a straight face at his mother's sudden outburst.

"Hey, I'm just glad you know some things about me." He shrugged, uncaring. "I guess I really have to go, huh?"

"You little-" his mother started, but stopped herself from using a foul word. "Matt, go down stairs. The limousine is waiting for you."

Matt nodded, knowing that he can't escape this time, stood up, taking his PSP and giving his mom a sly smile. He loved making his mother furious because she makes the most amusing expressions when she's mad. But Matt knows when to stop; he doesn't want to mess with his mom's flagrant status.

Matt turned and headed for the door, but paused when his mom spoke. "I want to remind you Mail," he flinched, "I don't want you to come back empty handed."


He stared blankly at the moving figures outside the limousine he was currently sitting in, watching the different colors rush past until they become an empty blur. Empty handed? He chuckled bitterly. What are they, goods that are sold in a market?

He sat there, astonishingly devoid of any reason to play his handheld game. Suddenly his thoughts drifted off to his worst fears. What if they're still there? What if they saw him and thought that he was one of them? He groaned, stomping his foot childishly on the floor of the car.

"Master, is there something wrong?" a distant voice asked, interrupting his unwanted memory.

"My name is Matt, Goddamn it!" he appointedly exclaimed, surprised by his own sudden outburst. Before the driver starts blurting out apologies, he quickly rephrased his statement.

"I mean…" he nervously gave out a laugh."I'm alright, hehe. I'm just, uh…stressed?" he mentally facepalmed as his last word came out like a question. "Please don't call me master, my name's Matt."

"Oh, um…" the driver didn't know what to say, so instead he nodded and said, "Ok...Mast-" cutting himself off to prevent another outbreak from the usually calm red-head, he continued, "Matt."

Matt grinned. He hated it when people called him Master, or young sir, or any other horrible first name given to upper classes. He wanted to be treated just like a normal human being, because that's what he and all the other "royal" people are whatever of their social status.

At the front seat, Matt couldn't see the genuine smile that the driver, Allan, has plastered on his face. I guess not all members of this high class family possess a bad attitude.

After a long quiescent silence, the limousine finally stopped in front of a huge building. Sighing heavily, he opened the door of the car before the driver did it for him. He arranged his striped T-shirt and ran a hand down his messy hair, feeling the cold winter air that was hitting his face.

He studied the exterior of the bulky mansion-like house. It looked abandoned, as if neglected. It looked devoid of any human existence if not for the loud voices and murmurs that were heard from the inside. The garden was overgrown with weeds and dead plants and stems. The nearby pond was covered in mud and slime. The front door was huge; a car could easily drive inside.

"Let's go Matt, the Auction's inside." A husky voice informed. Matt nodded absently and followed the driver inside. They are doing the auction here? In this kind of place?

The moment they entered the mansion, a tall but built man stopped them from gaining their entrance.

"Name?" a deep voice asked, looking through the sheet of paper in his hands.

"Jeevas." The driver answered quickly, glancing to Matt then back to the man again. "Mail Jeevas."

"Mail Je- Oh!" the dark skinned man exclaimed. "Yes, please enter. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

Matt chuckled as he walked into the room. Sorry for the inconvenience? Who says that? He stopped when he saw the crowd of people who were talking and chattering between each other. The room lacked of lighting and conditioning, making the place dim. It smelled strongly of vomit and, to put it bluntly, of fart.

"Matt, we are assigned to table number-" before Allen could continue, Matt strutted through the crowd of people, taking a seat at the far corner of the room. There were people who eyed him suspiciously, others were staring, and others (mostly teenagers) were fawning over him. He easily gained their attention. His bright red hair, black and white striped shirt and goggles soon made him their center of attention. He was…different from all the other people. While others wore suit and dresses, he wore casual t-shirt and jeans.

Allan followed him through the crowd, taking a seat beside him. "You know," the twenty-eight year old man started, "Our seat is at the front so that we can look at the "products" more carefully."

"I like it here. Don't you?" he monotonously asked, "Besides, I don't want them to think that I'm interested in this type of thing."

Allan nodded understandingly. Moments later, a female waiter (who wore slutty clothing, much to Matt's disdain) asked them if they wanted a drink while biting her lower lip in an attempt to look seductive (but only made her look retarded). Matt asked for a can of coke (which made the waitress gasp, saying that they don't serve that type of "common drink", only to make Matt glare at her) but settled for a glass of juice (and they say coke is for commoners? Seriously?). Allan asked for a glass of water. The waitress nodded childishly and left, swinging her hips in process.

Moments later, an old, gray-haired man stepped out of the crowd, ascended up the stairs, tapped the microphone and coughed awkwardly, trying to silence the room full of people.

"Ladies and gentlemen…" he started, "Welcome to the annual yearly auction, my name is Joel and I'll be your auctioneer for today. Let's not have you waiting, our first slave of the night, Elisa Jacobs!"

The room of people clapped, waiting for the first slave to appear. Moments later, a man entered the room holding a metal chain, which was forcefully pulled making a young woman be dragged to the front of the stage. Another roar of cheer echoed through the room. Elisa was pulled down to her knees, a leash clutching her neck.

"Elisa here," the auctioneer forcefully held her chin, making her look up. "-is a nineteen year old female. She owns a golden voice and she can cook. She will do anything her master pleases. And to top it all off, she's still a virgin."

A roar of laughter and cheers echoed through the room. Matt felt disgusted. He heard the distant chatter of different people, "She might be of good use…" "Beautiful, I like it.""Everything the master wants…?"

He wanted to leave the room, and it's only the start.

"Let's start the bidding at five million. Any bidders?" Joel announced.

"Five million!" a croaky voice shouted, followed by another round of lunatic laugher.

"Five million? Anyone wants to go higher?"

"Six million!"

"Six and a half!"

"Eight million!"

Another applause. "Eight million! Who wants to go any higher?" the announcer asked, continuing when no one raised a voice. "Going once!" a pause, "Going twice!"

Matt wanted to stand up. He wanted to shout and tell the auctioneer that he wanted to go higher. The man who bought Elisa looked menacing, as if he wanted to eat her alive. Matt stood up, only to be held by the wrist. "Matt, there are more to be auctioned. You should wait…" Allan said. He knew Matt would buy a slave out of pity. He was too kind-hearted to let them be bought by people who would do harm.

"Going thrice! Sold to the gentleman wearing a red suit!" said man smiled crookedly, approaching Elisa, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her to who knows where.

"What the hell Allan! Do you know what you just did?" Matt screeched. Who knows what that perverted man would do?

"Matt, if you act like this throughout the whole auction, you would buy all of them!"

"Who says I couldn't?"

"Just wait for the right one-"

"Next slave up for Auctioning, a brown-haired, twelve year-old boy!" the auctioneer once again announced.

Throughout the whole auction, Matt stayed silent. Everytime the auctioneer makes the next slave come out, the felt livid with rage. It was amazing that he was to suppress his ire, clenching his fist and gritting his teeth everytime a slave is being dragged off by their new owners. He deliberately takes a deep breath to slow his racing pulse to calm himself down. He tried to block out the crude comments made by the people around him, taking a long gulp of his (and Allan's) drink. He tried playing his PSP but was fed up of always being distracted and dying in his game.

"Now, the highlight of the night!" there suddenly was a moment of silence in the room, but soon was subsided. "A young seventeen year old male, Miheal Keehl!"

It still isn't over? When will this end? For the sake of his sanity, he leaned on the table and buried his face on the table, trying to block out the horrid sounds he was hearing.

"Where is he?" he heard the announcer ask. "Get him out!"

"He-he's trying to escape!" another voice boomed, making the room fall into complete silence. Matt, intrigued, lifted his head up to see what the commotion was all about.

"Shit, he fucking bit me!"

"Get him out! Put a leash on him, anything!"

The announcer gave out a nervous grin, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, he shall be-Oh! There we go, Once again, Miheal Kheel!"

Two men entered the stage, tugging furiously at a metal chain. Moments later, a blond-haired young man was forcefully being dragged to the stage.

"Fuck, let go!" Miheal shouted, his voice full of disgust and fury. "Let go of me! Unchain me you piece of-" his words were stopped short when a piece of cloth was wrapped around his mouth, making him gag and choke on his own words. He was forcefully pulled down to his knees like the other slaves but he was the first one who actually struggled to get free.

"Anyway…" Joel breathed, "This…piece of meat," another booming laugher erupted, "Is a blond-haired, blue-eyed price. He comes fully equipped, has curves better than a woman, a quick-witted mind and a…rude mouth. Let's not forget, he's still a virgin, and a catholic." He ended with a hint of malice in his voice. "But of course, it comes with a high price. Let's start with…fifteen million?"

"He could be useful…" "Catholic huh?" "Oh my Gosh, he's hot!" "I wonder what he looks like in a whorish outfit?"

Different voices are mashed up together. Notorious comments are heard, some are rotten, viciously vile, tainted, shameful. A lot were planning on buying this Miheal because he's different from all the other slaves. The way he glared at the crowd of people around him. The way he continued tugging the leash that connects his wrists together.

Matt glanced around the room and stopped when his eyes met cold, icy ones. Eyes that is full of hatred, bitterness, loath, sadness, betrayal…a mixture of emotions just from the look on his eyes.

"15 million dollars!" a voice deep and brooding shouted across the room. Different 'Ohh's and 'Ahh's were heard.

Matt still kept silent. He bit his tongue. He wanted to get out of this sinful place. He wanted to leave without having to buy anything.

"25 million!"

"25 million! Could anyone go higher?"

"Thirty!"

"Thirty-five million!"

"What a body…" "I'll take him." "Such a sexy piece of meat…"

That did it. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. He was feeling nauseous. He felt his hammering heart beat. He felt the rage boil up inside him. He raised his head and glanced at Miheal once again. Green met blue, before Miheal bowed, avoiding Matt's intense stare.

But not before he caught the single tear that rolled down Miheal's cheek.

"Going once!"

"Escape Mail! Don't look back!"

"Going twice!"

"I-I won't leave you! I'll come back!"

"Going thr-"

He lost his temper. Anger swept over him as he was barely able to contain his molten rage.

His control snapped.

"Fifty million dollars!" He stood up, almost making the chair he was sitting on fall over. Loud gasps were heard, curses were being said, mouths agape. The room fell into complete and total silence as Matt calmly continued,

"In cash."

He closed his eyes, before rushing past the crowd of people, heading for the mansion's exit.

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