Chapter 10! Thanks to EVERYONE that reviewed! I've been very busy lately and that's WHY I don't update EVERY SINGLE WEEK! Recap: Angora (everyone's fav. character) kill Mr. Hitsugaya (Toushiro's GRANDFATHER, NOT FATHER). Emjoy & Review
High-class people, monarchies, and worldwide leaders stepped out from their appropriate carriages and walked inside Angora's and Toushiro's engagement party. The party was being held in the large party room of the mansion. Worldwide musicians had arrived to the party hours ago and had begun playing. Individual seats were placed on the side of the room, so the guests could have more room to dance on. There was a large table on the side with beverages and food. Gifts were being given to the couple and placed beside the meal-table. There were two large red-colored chairs on top of a large pedestal. Once everyone arrives, the couple were going to sit on the monarchy-chairs and treat their guests.
Only about twelve slaves were chosen as maids for the party. Angora wanted the best looking slaves to become servants only for the night. She had chosen four male slaves and eight female slaves, and none of them wasn't Momo Hinamori.
Momo didn't care about not being chosen. She didn't want to see Toushiro and Angora making out in front of her face. Momo knew that her heart wouldn't bear with seeing such scene.
When Angora had told Toushiro about the selected slaves, she had received a shocked and slight angry face from him. Part of Angora's nightmare had come true; her fiancé wanted Momo as one of the servants, instead of being locked in the slave-house for hours. She had inquired him why he wanted the female slave in the party, and he had replied that he just wanted her to be there. Since that conversation had started, Angora's mood went dark. For hours, she had thought to herself, The old man was right; Toushiro is feeling some way towards that slave! But, no worries, I'll finish her off before they even think about crossing the line.
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Momo stared at her reflection in front of the mirror. She, along with eleven other slaves, were preparing themselves for the party. Designed by Angora herself, the male slaves wore black trousers with a white long sleeve collar shirt and the female slaves wore a black dress that halted by their knees, resembling a French maid's uniform. Momo was amazed at the way she looked like. Never in her life had she worn such a well-made dress, even if it was a maid's dress. Her usual dresses had holes here and there, along with stains that wouldn't go away; however, she felt like a clean person wearing the black and white outfit. Nevertheless, she knew why Angora wanted the selected prisoners to look great, so the guests wouldn't "run away" or at least "scream" at how awful looking they were.
That was one of the many reasons why Momo had hoped that she wouldn't be selected. She didn't want to see those rich snobs mocking and laughing at them just because they were "filthy" and "not eligible to become a person". Last time Momo checked, everyone began with birth and ended with death. She didn't comprehend why people felt such way. What was the big problem if someone didn't wear luxurious accessories, or wasn't as smart as a high class person?
Death is going to take us no matter what…
"I love your hair, Momo!" exclaimed a female slave, with long blond hair and bright green eyes.
Momo turned and smiled at her. "Thank you, but what's so attractive about my hair?" she asked.
The other slave giggled and patted Momo's head childishly, even if she was an inch or two shorter than her. "Don't be silly, Momo! Your hair is amazing! It's natural, and it looks and feels healthy, even if you don't wash it everyday like Angora does."
Momo's grin widened. "Thanks for the compliment!"
"You're welcome!" the slave replied and then walked away, continuing her job.
Momo turned around and looked at herself again. She had just brushed her hair and made it into a neat bun with her bangs cascading down both sides of her face.
"Time's up!" came one of the officers, opening the door and walking inside, "Get out and start serving the guests!"
Silently, the slaves walked out of the small room and through a long hallway that lead to the party room.
Between every step, she thought about how Toushiro and Angora would start acting. If they were going to act like hormonal teens, why would her master want her to be there to witness heartbreaking scenes? Is he teasing her?
Momo frowned. He is teasing her! Her master perfectly knows that they can't be together! The slave closed her eyes and groaned, hoping that her master wasn't teasing her. If it was, then she regretted having intercourse with him. Her face immediately flushed as she remembered the passionate scene. That was the first time she had sex with anyone, and she had never felt so good before. Once they were done, she had hoped that they would do it again….some time in the future.
The slaves flinched as they saw the large number of guests talking, laughing, and dancing around. Was the whole world invited? None of them knew, but they did know that had less than a second to get ready for running back and forth and making the guests happy.
"Don't just stand there," the officer scowled at them, "get your dirty asses moving!"
Rapidly, the slaves scattered around the room, thinking of what to do before the angry officer caught them doing nothing.
Momo walked around the chatting guests, amazed at the women's clothing's and their accessories. Almost all of them wore necklaces that had a diamond about the size of her fist. How can they wear such heavy thing? Momo stared at every diamond she saw, since she has never seen a diamond so close in her life. Diamonds, crystals, and gold were one of the solids that she has either never seen or has seen but from far away. The slave felt like grabbing of rocks and touching them. However, she didn't let curiosity get the better of her. She knew the consequences if she tried such action.
"Hey you, bun girl!"
Without thinking, Momo turned her head and looked at the man that was calling her. Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed her master sitting next to the stranger. Seeing how happy Toushiro looked talking to the man, she told herself that she had to be in her best behavior, even if the man was staring at her in a seductive way.
The man, with his index finger, motioned her to come to him, and she obeyed. As she silently walked through the crowed, her eyes met her master's and he gave her a warning look. Her eyebrow jerked, wanting an explanation for his look. Toushiro raised an eyebrow back, and the end of his lips rose. Momo averted her eyes back to the man and flinched as she saw him lick his big brown lips.
"Y-Yes? How may I help you?" she kindly asked.
The man nodded and shifted himself in the seat. "Yeah, I need help getting someone."
Momo blinked confusingly and tilted her head to the side, wanting more explanation of what exactly he needed. The man laughed and suddenly grabbed her thin wrists. Momo gasped as she was sat on the man's lap. Her face reddened and she eyed her master for help.
"I want you," he told her, planting a kiss on her neck.
Disgusted, she closed her eyes and looked away.
"Tell me, what's your name?" he asked, placing his hand on her lap and slowly stroking the soft texture of her skin.
Momo shuddered and glanced at her master, seeing the angered look he had on his face.
"Momo Hinamori," she replied, her eyes on her master's all the while.
The man chuckled and his hand moved up her thighs.
"How old are you?"
"Around sixteen,"
"Awesome," the man said, kissing her cheek.
Momo shifted her upper body part away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and abruptly pushed her towards his chest.
"Tell me, are you a virgin?"
"Good evening, Angora!"
Swiftly, the engaged woman turned around and smiled at her coming friend.
"Kimiyo, you came!" Angora, overjoyed, said as she embraced her dear friend.
"Of course I came! Don't you start thinking that I was going to miss your engagement party!"
"Well, I'm glad you came! Do you want something to drink? I ordered every drink from every country!"
Kimiyo's eyes brightened as she nodded. "Really? I would love some Barbera-Italian wine please."
Angora nodded, but before she went to look for a servant, her eyes stopped on a certain slave.
Momo gulped once the man asked the question for the third time, and this time, he sounded annoyed. She looked at her master and heard him sigh.
"No, she's not a virgin." he replied for her.
Quickly, the man turned his head towards Toushiro. "…And how do you know that? Last time I checked, you're engaged to Angora Long."
"I know that because being her master, I know everything about her." Toushiro replied with a smirk.
"Ahh, I see. Well, Mr. Know-it-all, answer this, how do her breasts look like?" the man joked.
Momo blushed and shockingly, she heard her master chuckle. However, before he replied, Angora's voice was heard.
"Stop being a slut for once and get a cup of Barbera-Italian wine for my friend here!"
Momo flinched and quickly got off the man's lap. Nodding her head, she turned around to get the drink, but a hand landing on her shoulder halted her. Baffled, the slave turned around and right away her eyes widened.
Time froze as brown eyes met brown eyes. Momo's eyes gleamed with tears as her hand rose and she touched the familiar cheek.
Soft….like before…
Same eyes…
Same height…
Same face…
Same smile…
Can she really be….
"…Momo? M-Momo, is that you!?" the girl asked with tears running
The slave's head nodded rapidly. Kimiyo grabbed her hand and placed it on her cheek. She closed her eyes felt the familiar texture.
"Wait, what's going on here?" a paranoid Angora inquired.
Smilingly, Kimiyo turned around and glanced at her.
"Angora Long, I would like you to meet my sister, Momo Hinamori."
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