I really want to apologize to everyone for taking so long. I guess I wrote a whole bunch of chapters but didn't realize I hadn't uploaded them. I just found them after all this time of people asking me to write more so I've posted this chapter without really checking over it so forgive grammatical and spelling mistakes, as always. I really want to apologize again for not posting in so long. I hope you haven't all given up on me!! Please enjoy, I know you've all waited so patiently for it! Thank you, thank you!


Servitude
Chapter 8

"Please, this way." Riku turned on her heel and began walking again, her shoes clicking on the stone of the floor and echoing eerily. She rounded a corner and Daisuke dashed to catch up.

Daisuke let his mind wander into the past, thinking about the events of the past few days. Trying to recall everything that had happened up till this moment. The master with the stick, the beating and bruises, the wagon and the auction, the hunger and the pain, the new master. Then Daisuke's thoughts seemed to pause on that one subject, his new master. The thin, mysterious man with a personality like a rainy day, the lazy voice and piercing eyes. Was he bound to be like the rest?

Daisuke's thoughts abruptly stopped, just as he did, before he ran into the stationary back of Riku. A ruffle of the little maids skirt brushed the back of Daisuke's hand. He took a quick step back to create a little more space and found his eyes looking up from the ground again.

The floor was covered in glossy tile that crept up the wall in ornate designs and colors. A few windows let in some of the sun and Daisuke double checked his eyes, making sure they weren't paintings. A large mirror adorned one wall and Daisuke craned his head to see the tips of his red hair through it. His eyes flashed to the area in front of him when he detected some movement. There he saw a large area, a huge bathtub built into the wall and on the ledge of it sat his new master; those sharp eyes trained upon Daisuke's.

The fire-haired boy felt a swift pain of fear in his stomach and quickly looked down at the ground, knowing that wrong action usually constituted in immediate punishment. Riku stepped forward and bowed to the man in glasses.

"Master." She said calmly, straightening and stepping aside to reveal Daisuke completely to the eyes of the white-haired man. There was a short period of silence, Daisuke was sure that the man was looking at him but couldn't tell, his own eyes trained on his feet. With his masters gaze came a wave of nervousness that washed over the boy.

"Thank you, you may go." The lazy voice caught Daisuke's ears and made his eyes close hard a few times. Riku turned quietly, her shoes clicking softly on her way out. The stab of fear in Daisuke's stomach grew to a large pulsing ache once Riku was completely out of the room, the ache starting to grab at his lungs and quicken his breathing. Calm down, don't show him you're afraid.

Daisuke almost jumped when his new master slowly rose from his position by the bathtub, walking toward Daisuke. Just stand still, don't move. Yet Daisuke couldn't help his heart from stopping when his master spoke again.

"I have a bath prepared for you." Daisuke's eyes stayed on his feet, he could feel those steely eyes on him. Was this a test? To check for defiance? If so, any movement could cause the pain to begin. They didn't need a weapon like the other masters with sticks and whips, their own hands could cause sufficient damage.

"Please remove your clothing." Suddenly that fear that was reaching for his lungs wrapped fully around and made Daisuke's throat close. That drum of a heartbeat started to sound in his ears, seeming far away. He's just like the rest of them, he's going to beat me and break me and leave me. Daisuke was almost frozen to the spot. Always break them, always…

Daisuke could feel the hot look that his master was giving him, sure those eyes were flashing like lightning.

"I said remove your clothing." The harsh tone set Daisuke into motion. Just do as he says and maybe you won't get hit.

The fire-haired boy began pulling his dirty, stained, and tattered remains of a shirt up and over his head. The cool air hitting his skin and causing a short shiver to race down his spine. He bent slightly to place his shirt on the floor and hesitated there. His eyes quickly flashing toward his master, the look of slight impatience on his face made the smaller boy jump a little. Daisuke slipped off the remainder of his clothing, his frayed and dirty pants and stood, naked and terrified in the vast expanse of colored tile.

Fingers gripped the point of Daisuke's chin and pulled it upward and straight, right into the face of his master. A picture and feeling of another master doing the same actions with horrible intentions flew into the fire-haired boys mind. Daisuke's heart jumped and he tried to look away. No, no, no, please not again. The fingers held his chin in place and Daisuke instinctively squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as possible.

His master made a short sound, not able to be placed as amused or angry.

Daisuke felt another hand press upon his forehead and hold there for a few moments, then smooth back his bangs from his face. The fingers tilted his chin from side to side and Daisuke felt a ping of curiosity before his fear ate it up.

"Please open your eyes." It was more polite than the order to remove his clothes, but it was an order nonetheless, so of course Daisuke complied.

The boy opened his fiery eyes, looking directly into the stormy depths of his master's. He couldn't seem to look away, his heart caught in his chest, a sudden feeling of being somewhat weak in the knees. Then his master's eyes flickered away from Daisuke's eyes and scoured the rest of his face.

"Open your mouth, please." This order was soft, that smoke-like voice barely audible as his dark eyes focused completely on Daisuke's slightly parted lips. The boy found his breathing quickening for a different reason than fear. His face tilted up before his master's, feeling a hotness start to pool on his cheeks. Wait, Daisuke said to himself. The fear breaking through whatever had come over him and squeezing his heart tightly in its grasp as he felt something slip past his lips.


Thank you all so much for reading and sticking with me for so long. I know I've disappointed you all because I've taken so long to follow all of your reviews and "update soon". I'm sooo sorry to all of you. I promise that I've taken this story back up and am starting to struggle with the plot once again. Thank you once again for reading. I know you're all angry at me [admit it, you are just a little bit but I always appreciate reviews no matter how long or short! Thank you and I'm sorry!